ofanotherera | a rough town

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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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.

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bleak_midwinter

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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ofanotherera

Alfie puts him into the kitchen chair, and puts a towel in his hands, since it's a cool walk through the house up to the bedroom, and he has no intention of seeing him clothed for it.

"Dry up now, Mister Shelby."

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bleak_midwinter

He starts rubbing himself dry, vigorously, because he's a little impatient now and in no mood to really tease Alfie for it. It's economical and thorough, and soon enough he's pushing himself up, heavily.

"Time for a tour of the house?"

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ofanotherera

"You'll see absolutely everything between here and the bed."

He promises, taking over with his hair, much more gently, on account of that cut.

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bleak_midwinter

He laughs softly, reaches forward and briefly, very briefly, runs his hand through Alfie's beard, feeling the prickle of it against his palm.

"All I need to see, isn't it?"

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ofanotherera

"Yeah," he agrees, grabbing an arm about his waist and giving him a greedy kiss on the throat, lifting him to arch up, to come with him.

"Now."

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bleak_midwinter

He arches without thinking about it, thinking instead of getting up and coming with Alfie. He holds onto him tight while he walks, the bath having settled his muscles but not the swelling, the bruising.

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ofanotherera

Alfie smiles, and marches him up the stairs like that, so close they nearly trip one another, chewing idly on his ear.

"Fucking lovely."

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bleak_midwinter

"Last time," he rasps, tightening his hold a little when he almost goes down. "Bore your marks for three weeks."

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ofanotherera

"'m not gonna bruise you up this time. You're already in for a world of pain tomorrow."

Alfie admits, reluctantly.

"Gonna make it good for you, that's all."

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bleak_midwinter

"Hard enough to find a place that isn't bruised up already," he agrees, squeezing Alfie's arm a little.

"I just- wanted you to know." So he can think about it, later, perhaps.

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ofanotherera

"So I know what to do next time I have you, all pristine and slut-spread for my prick?"

Alfie wonders, pushing him through the bedroom door.

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bleak_midwinter

It wrenches a surprised moan out of him, hearing that, and he turns big, aroused eyes on Alfie.

"Yes," he eventually agrees, cheeks flushed, walking into the room backwards.

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ofanotherera

Alfie crowds him up to, and then down over the bed, pushing him onto his back, dropping down overtop of him, running broad hands along his sides.

"Like that?"

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bleak_midwinter

He shivers and arches into the touch, very aware of his nudity underneath Alfie's still-clothed body. He doesn't even know for sure what Alfie is asking him- whether he likes to be talked to like that, whether he likes being manhandled, whether he enjoys his hands on him- but he can only nod, mouth open in a soft gasp.