The early morning light streaming in through the blinds woke Tony up. He didn’t want to get up. Tony just wanted to snuggle into his warm pillow and stay like that forever. He couldn’t recall ever getting a better sleep and there’s no one way he could give that up. So, Tony hugged the pillow tight and rubbed his face against the skin like fabric.

That’s when his half functional mind decided to work. He opened his eyes and looked down on what he was laying on. His ‘pillow’ was the color of lightly tanned skin and made of hard muscle.

Tony pulled his head up to get a better look. Jaime was on his back, the pillow and one arm under his head. The red t-shirt he wore had risen halfway up to his chest, exposing his lower belly where Tony had slept.

Tony took a moment to look at Jaime’s face. It was rare not seeing him sporting some goofy expression. And as much as Tony loved those faces Jaime made, the sight of him sleeping was rather nice.

As nice as Jaime’s face was, Tony’s eyes drifted down to his exposed skin. It took all Tony had to keep from running his hands over it. From pressing his face back into. From ripping the rest of the fabric off of his body.

Tony froze, realizing what he was thinking. He could feel the heat from embarrassment spread across his face. It didn’t get any better when he realized what was happening to his body down below.

He got up off of the couch carefully so he didn’t accidentally wake Jaime. Then Tony tiptoed to their tiny bathroom room and looked the door behind him. He fell back against the door and slumped down to the floor.

Tony dug his fingernails into his tattooed arms, trying to push the image of Jaime out of his mind. Focus on the pain, focus on the pain, focus on the pain he repeated in his head to no avail.

“Goddammit,” Tony muttered, tears forming in his eyes. “What the hell is happening to me?”

He thought back to these last few months touring. Jaime definitely was gaining Tony’s affection. It wasn’t like he didn’t already love the man but this was different. He wanted Jaime. And if this wasn’t clear before, the boner he had made it clear.

“Why did this have to happen?” Tony asked to no one.

He sighed. He wasn’t getting any answer and the problem between his legs wasn’t going away. He gave in and let his hand slip into his jeans. That first touch made him groan to himself.

For a little while, just stroking his growing member was enough to utterly destroy his thought process. The friction his hand was causing was enough. But soon images of Jaime slipped into his mind.

Tony’s first reaction was to resist thinking about the bassist while he was touching himself. But that would be stupid considering the only reason he was doing was he’s doing was because of Jaime.

So Tony moved his hand faster as he thought about the way Jaime played on stage. He pumped harder at the thought of Jaime’s smile. When he imagined Jaime’s voice, he could hardly keep his moans to a low volume. And thinking about seeing Jaime under him like this morning, Tony was pushed over the edge.

He felt the hot liquid shoot out and cover his hand. He fell back with a sigh, his head spinning from the euphoric state that orgasm caused. Tony wasn’t even sure if he called anything out as he came. He didn’t care.

All that mattered was that he felt the best he has in a while. And that he could finally be honest with himself about his feelings for Jaime.

Notes

It's about damn time Tony. Seriously.
But ummm.... was this good?
Or did I rush it?
Like.... ARE YOU GUYS OKAY WITH THIS?????