tidbit tuesday
tagged by the wonderful @pairofraggedclaws and @livingincolorsagain (mwah!)
this is (as probably expected) from the eddietommy fic, as no other wip is on speaking terms with me rn. thanks to everyone who voted and thus helped me to decide which snippet to post :) <3
Diaz is embarrassingly secretive. No horny texts, no whispered allusions when anyone else is within line of sight, not even an appreciative lookover when they're on the court. In fact, as soon as he steps outside, it's like a switch has been flipped, and he's back to being a normal straight guy, nothing to see here, as if he hadn't been on his knees two hours before, gagging on cock. Friends, that's all they are, good buddies who go to bars together and definitely do not fuck afterwards. Tommy would like to say that he's got too much pride for that. That he won't allow himself to get pushed back into the closet for some guy, who at thirty, living in 2025 Los-fucking-Angeles, still hasn't got the guts to admit to the world that he's a queer. But, what can he say—he's always been a sucker for a complicated guy with a good ass. Their arrangement, if you want to call it that, is stupidly convoluted yet beautifully simple: Tommy will invite Diaz out to do something that is vaguely date-aligned, yet platonic enough to just be considered a bro-hangout; they'll go and have their beers, and watch their movies, and play their games of pool, and afterwards they'll go back to Tommy's place to fuck each other's brains out. Once or twice a week, Diaz will send him a text, something completely innocuous yet glaringly obvious, like wanna watch the game tonight? (code for: let's trade blowjobs on your couch), or The Chevelle's acting up again, can I bring it over so you can take a look at it? (code for: let's talk about cars for half an hour before you bend me over the hood) or round of Muay Thai at your place? (which is of course code for let's spar and whoever hits the mat first is the one who's putting out today). So yes, maybe this all should be beneath him, but Tommy's fine with pretending a little if that's how he can trick his way past the no homo firewall Diaz has constructed in his head. He's not about to go looking into gift horses' mouths if he can help it. For what it's worth, regularly hanging out and sharing hobbies doesn't exactly make what they're doing less gay anyway. Especially because karaoke-bar-trivia-night is, as a concept, about as gay as Tommy himself. At least this Diaz doesn't seem to mind, probably because there's enough absolutely plastered straight guys bellowing out terrible renditions of '80s rock songs to drown out the occasional gay guy / straight girl duo working their way through entire setlists of Disney musical deepcuts.
no pressure tagging: @divorce-enjoyer @buckleydiaz @exhausteddiaz @coldbam @happydiaz and anyone who has something they'd like to share :D
