#fall guy 2024

With the busy schedules both of us had, we were fairly used to being away from friends and family. Being away from each other, though, was not something we wanted to make normal. But it couldn't be helped when Tom had to film in another country and I had some local business engagements to tend to.

The time difference was like the cherry on top of the shit sundae, making it even harder to stay in touch with each other within reasonable daytime hours. Tom was almost twelve hours away from me, so his nighttime was my morning and my nights were his next mornings. He landed nearly a week ago, taking a day to try forcing his body into the new timezone. The crew and director didn't let him have more time than that, wanting to get the filming done as quick as possible and hitting the ground running once everyone needed was on-site.

Tom called me a few times whenever he happened to be awake and it was a reasonable time for me back home. I felt tension melted away as soon as I heard his voice through the phone. He complained about this and that but concluded that things were mostly fine, ending each of our six calls with a report on how many days were left until he'd be back home with me. It was unexpectedly sweet. 

In between those times, though, I got pages of text messages and silly pictures or videos sent to me. Tom spent a decent amount of time on his phone and got bored easily, so he evidently filled the time by sending me things. On occasion, he would show me around set or what his wardrobe for the day looked like. I loved that it felt like I was there with him when I checked the messages he sent me. And I tried returning the gesture by sending him videos of the dogs or pretty pictures of sunsets from home. 

Things didn't stay that innocent for long, though. Tom was a bit of a clingy person and didn't like being left all alone with work as the only thing keeping him busy. Especially when he was getting a little pent-up. That much was clear from the change in tone throughout his line of messages. He sent them while it was evening for him, while I was still sleeping.

As soon as I woke up, I saw the notification of 50+ messages from Tom and took a deep breath. I had to make myself some coffee before opening up that Pandora's box. Making my way into the kitchen, I pet all the dogs and made sure to feed each one of them before meandering to the coffee machine. I set it up, slowly feeling my mind and body wake up to the vibration noises of the machine preparing the coffee.

The smell hit my senses then I heard it pour into the cup. All the dogs ate quickly then wandered off, some playing with each other but Jean Claude loyally seated himself right by my feet. I smiled and scratched behind his ear before taking my coffee then finding a seat at the counter. The sweet dog laid down at my feet as I mentally prepared to open up Tom's thread. 

“Here we go…” I whispered to myself, taking a sip of coffee as my phone opened up and brought me to the top of his new messages. 

The first ten or fifteen were perfectly clean. Reporting on the weather being insanely hot. A picture from his hotel room window. The set for the scenes they were filming that day. Then the change started.

It started with video of him in wardrobe, showing it off in a mirror as he talked about how he kind of liked how dark it was. He was playing a bad boy type of character, so he had black leather pants on with a fairly revealing shirt over it and several silver rings over his fingers. His hair had been styled back and temp-dyed to make it look darker just for filming.

“What do you think, baby? I'm kinda liking the gangster look. Should I dye my hair like this? I kind of like the darker color but I like the blond too.” He spoke through the phone, up close to the mirror to show me his styled hair. 

Tom stepped back and showed me the rest of the look, panning the camera slowly to give me a full view. He kept talking through the video as he showed me each part.

“And look at this shit, babe! They gave me fake tattoos on my hips, it looks like they go all the way down in my pants. Kinda sexy, I mean if I had to get tattooed I'd do this spot just ‘cause it looks so hot. Text me back what you think when you see this.”

The video panned down a little further to show me the last bit of his outfit, “The shoes are pretty bitchin’ too, I'm stealing ‘em from set for sure.”

What followed that video was a mini gallery of photos he took in wardrobe. Ten pictures total, starting with him just posing in character. A couple detail shots of the matching leather jacket his character sometimes wore and the rings on his hands. Then things got a little more risqué: a picture of mostly his chiseled torso and the fake tattoos on his V-line sneaking down the band of his leather pants.

One picture with his hand resting over the belt. Another picture with his hand slipped under the band like he was palming himself. The third taken in the middle of him undoing his belt buckle. Fourth and last, showing off his unfastened pants and the bulge beneath them. His messages paused there for three hours, while he was filming.

Then they resumed, starting off with complaining about how that process went. Tom was having his lunch and filmed himself in his trailer, debriefing the day so far to me like we were having a real conversation. I listened through the whole thing, finishing off my coffee and setting the empty cup in the sink. When the rant eventually ended, I made sure to respond to most of the things he mentioned so he knew I listened through the whole thing and wanted to be there for him. 

Once the work day ended for him, Tom sent me more pictures and messages from his hotel room. He must've been tired out, annoyed of being all alone at the end of the day, and completely filterless because of it. This set of messages was wild. I had to pause a few times, blinking and letting the things on the screen process in my still-waking-up mind before I could continue looking at the rest of his messages.

They were helping me wake up a little faster, but my heart was racing and it wasn't from the coffee. I had a feeling I would go right back to bed while I read and reread these messages. It started as just words. Tom confessing how much he missed me, specifying exactly what he meant and what he was thinking about.

Reminding me of a time when he bent me over the railing of a hotel room balcony during a press tour and held me by the hair as the sun rose over the seaside. Mentioning how much he loved seeing me in that position or lifted up in his arms with my back against the wall. I swallowed thickly and kept reading, feeling a heat burn over my face as he started talking about what he wanted to do. 

Tom, usually not much of a texter, had written thirty short texts back to back to tell each story and really paint the scene for me. This was where a few pictures started coming into the mix. He wrote out how he had a new action role offered to him where he'd play a villain that hunts people down, explaining that it gave him an idea to try with me: Tom practicing for the role by starting a chase until he caught me and had his way with his prey.

I was picturing it and feeling myself get a lot more flustered. It didn't help that Tom started sending me pictures of the tentative wardrobe for him, followed by screenshots from sex sites of toys he wanted to try and was passing by me first. My heart was hammering in my chest as I climbed up the stairwell and went back to the bedroom, slipping under the duvet again.

Swallowing thickly and taking in a deep breath, I scrolled back a bit then gathered the bravery to keep going. I found myself searching for some friction in a relaxed position, then went back to reading. The toy propositions had me imagining how they worked, how they'd feel, how Tom would look using them. I'd have to send him my responses on all those later, once I eventually made it to the end of his texts. 

Then he moved on to only pictures and videos. Of himself. My brain felt fried as soon as I saw that he did that, not even really looking into the details yet. I couldn't make myself tap on the videos to make them play when I first saw them. The anticipation and the feeling that this was too good to be real was making me pause. Along with the reaction I knew he was going to get out of me with those videos, regardless of what was going on in them.

It was all Tom in his hotel room, loose pants slung low on his hips with faded marks from the fake tattoos wardrobe put on him earlier. Taking in a deep breath, I got just bold enough to click on the first video. Tom was laying back against the headboard of his hotel bed. The nearby nightstand lamp illuminated the room dimly with a warm light. It made the lines and contours of his body look even nicer, as if Tom intentionally set up the room's ambience to be like that.

Then his voice came through, low and smooth in a tone I recognized easily. One that familiarly purred against my neck or right by my ear between bites and kisses in the same area. 

“Hey baby, I know you probably just woke up but it's so late here and I can't sleep. I just miss you so much, babe, can't stop thinkin’ about you.” He started, one of his hands just resting over the band of his pants and his thumb just barely starting to push under it.

My face felt like it was on fire already. I felt even warmer from the rush of my heart's pumping and my breaths picking up. Tom knew what he was doing in sending me this - torturing me as much as he felt tormented by being all alone. And I knew what he was hoping would come out of him sending me all this. 

“Just… the way you are. Having you around. Seeing you curled up next to me, baby, oh my God, I miss you.” Tom continued through the video, his hand sliding under the fabric and pushing it down his legs in the process. 

I shifted to lay over my stomach and propped my phone up against the headboard, my chin resting over a pillow. The heated rush pulsing low in my abdomen now. My body was starting to feel desperate for friction between my thighs. The video kept playing, going slightly quiet as Tom started to stroke himself slowly in front of the camera. A slow, audible sigh pushing out through his lungs as he laid back against the headboard of his hotel bed. I could see his parted lips and fixated on them for a moment, aching to bite his lower lip and kiss him right there. 

“Wish you were here with me now, I'd fuck you so good… need you so bad, baby… I want you to ride me all fuckin’ night with my hands grabbing your amazing fuckin’ ass.” Tom hummed, his hips starting to push up into his fist. 

I started grinding down against the other pillow I grabbed at that sight.

He started to whimper as he kept going, brushing his thumb over his leaking tip and groaning out his words: “Shit… wanna cum inside you, babe… feels fucking good. Mmmhhhhh, wanna hold you down while I fill you up. What d'you think, huh? Let me do it, baby, please…”

As he got closer, Tom's groans turned more into soft whines and pretty whimpers. He couldn't even form words after he actively started bucking up into his hand, a glimmer of sweat covering his skin. I chased the high after him, grinding down and trying to get as close as he was in the video. All his sounds clouded my head.

But I couldn't close my eyes, I just kept watching him on the screen and imagining him holding me just like he was saying. I felt myself come up the crest of a wave and heat flood through me. Through the video, I could hear Tom finishing too. I glanced back at his frame on the screen and saw a pool of sticky white cum splattered over his sculpted abdomen. Then he was catching his breath, his chest heaving.

“Fuck, baby… I really fucking miss you.” He breathed out, combing his hair back with his (clean) fingers. “I have to come visit you soon.”

I sighed, also catching my breath, and smiled at his sweeter sentiment at the end. Going back to his thread of messages, I glanced at the next thing he sent me. My heart paused when I saw a series of four more videos after that one.

Tom really missing me was an understatement based on how many videos of himself he sent me. I decided to save those for later as I dragged myself out of bed again, texting him a series of replies and planning to send him a little bit of… inspirational material if he needed to take some more videos for me later.