a rough town

[ofanotherera]

London is trouble on every corner. Tommy has been shown this, time and again, but all the same, Sabini's men manage to find him on the wrong side of the Camden road, and from there it's all blood and bad fortune, for everyone involved in the little dustup.

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[bleak_midwinter]

He scrubs at his arms and legs with his hands, watching the water go steadily red. When Alfie puts the cup to his lips he looks up at him, drinks, then asks, so softly the rasp is hardly audible: "Is this- part of it?"

Getting taken care of.

[ofanotherera]

"With me? Yeah."

Taking the cloth, squeezing water gently over his throat, to get the dried stains there.

"This is a part of it."

[bleak_midwinter]

"It's good," he whispers. Just- it's clear from his voice- unexpected. Not only because it's Alfie. There are dark fingerprint bruises on his throat as well.

[ofanotherera]

He hisses, appreciatively, when he comes to them.

"It's fair. I'm gonna ask you to do things, to bend ways that might do you some damage, yeah? Gotta-"

Wiping his mouth again, to illustrate.

"-keep you whole enough."

[bleak_midwinter]

He nods, agreeing- it makes sense, but he'd just never thought of it.

"Tell me some of those things," he requests, gently. He can feel the energy returning to him with the bath, with feeling cleaner, and he's curious.

[ofanotherera]

"Well. What we just did, I'll do again."

He predicts, right away, stroking broad hands along him, touching, feeling.

"What we did in my office, I'll do again."

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets his shoulder slope down when Alfie strokes him there, but keeps his eyes open and looking at Alfie. No protest there, clearly.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie looks up at him, and nods his approval.

"There we are. Big, deep breaths."

[bleak_midwinter]

He listens and does so, curls his toes and then relaxes them-- all still while looking at Alfie.

[ofanotherera]

"Yeah."

He agrees with the silence, rubbing the cloth in soothing circles over his skin.

"You're a good lad."

[bleak_midwinter]

That makes him shiver in a burst of confused emotions- part of him needing it still, part of him unsure if he should, if that doesn't make him weak. It takes him thinking of the door separating them from their normal, business selves to be able to bite his lip and meet Alfie's eyes again.

"Do you like that? When I'm good for you? Or--?" Should he push back?

[ofanotherera]

Alfie considers this, with a smile, that even shows behind his beard.

"Yeah."

Resting his arm on the edge of the tub.

"'course, you won't get far if you're bad."

[bleak_midwinter]

Tommy raises one rose, scratched up hand and trails his fingers over Alfie's lower arm.

"Don't need to get far, do I? Just where you want me to be. But-" he smiles, soft and brittle, "I'll be good, then."

[ofanotherera]

"What I mean, Mister Shelby, is on those days where you don't have a good bone in you, I will put you where I need you. You need the fight, I have the fight."

Promising, lightly.

[bleak_midwinter]

He leans up, all the stains gone and the bruises left behind on his pale skin all the clearer for it, and if Alfie will let him he'll suck his lower lip into his mouth.

"Had enough fights for today," he says, implicitly expressing his gratitude for the future possibility of one.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie leans in, to keep that kiss going, messy and wet and eager.

"Yeah."

Agreeing, with a little sigh of satisfaction.

"Tonight's gonna be filth- all of it, back to front. Careful, easy filth."

[bleak_midwinter]

It makes him laugh against Alfie's mouth, low and pleased, before continuing that kiss. He hangs both arms over the edge of the tub, caresses Alfie's sides.

"Take me to bed, then, eh? I'm going all wrinkly, here in this tub."

[ofanotherera]

"Bit more to get at, Mister Shelby," he says, and then rears up a little onto his knees, hand, and the cloth, slipping down into the water, between his legs.

[bleak_midwinter]

He shudders and spreads them as much as he can in the small tub, hand scrabbling for Alfie's shirt, surprised.

[ofanotherera]

He growls, and presses further back between his legs, leaning in so that Tommy can grab on for balance, but pushing, like he might finger him, rag and all, right there in the hot water.

Gentle doesn't come easy to him, and never seems to last.

[bleak_midwinter]

His shocked laugh has disappeared right from his features, and he grabs Alfie's elbow, rocks into him- it all seems like a mighty good idea right now.

[ofanotherera]

"This is London, Tommy. Debauchery. We do things here you Birmingham boys wouldn't dream of."

Reaching out to cup the nape of his neck with the other hand, holding him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, clearly with purpose.

"Well, I've already sucked your cock, Alfie. Is that what you mean?" As if that's the extent of his sexual dreams.

[ofanotherera]

"Up. Bed."

He decides, pulling his hand away, and moving to gather him up, instead, to help him up and out of the water.

[bleak_midwinter]

He has to loop his arms around Alfie's shoulder to get out, and he limps when he starts walking, leaning heavily on Alfie. He'll keep his cheek in check until he's not trying to keep from falling over.