#fastfan

“Christ Tommy.” Alfie grunted, running his hands over Tommy’s back, desperate to feel more of his skin. He often had that thought while fucking him, wished there was a way to somehow sew their skin together. And how fucked up of a thought was that?

Tommy whined, one arm slipping now, his head low between his arms. Alfie could imagine how his face might have looked: his eyes shut tight, brow creased with sweat lining it, bangs falling over his eyes, biting his bottom lip. Jesus, Alfie couldn’t even see it but the image was more than enough. Just thinking about him made him hoist Tommy up a little, shifting so that he was half seated on Alfie’s thighs, but still bent forward, angling himself to finally find that spot in Tommy that sent him spiralling.

He watched with deep satisfaction as Tommy’s fist tightened in the bedsheet.

“Jesus.” Tommy choked. "Harder."

Alfie complied without much thought, gripping Tommy hard enough to leave behind fingerprints, pounding into him relentlessly. This was all there was, all there ever would be. The sweet slide of their bodies, of Alfie getting to be inside Tommy's tight heat, filling him with warmth from the inside out. The way Tommy wanted it hard, the way he was so responsive to every touch, every kiss, every thrust. It could drive a man insane. 

Alfie opened his mouth, a litany of profanities ready to slip out of him, but he stopped moving altogether when Cyril walked into the bedroom. As they were fucking by the end of the bed, Alfie saw him instantly. As he stopped, Tommy let out a very unhappy whine.

“Alfie, what the fuck?” He lifted his head, clearly annoyed but he didn’t turn his head, spotting Cyril himself.

The dog simply stood there, watching them, his tongue out. Alfie laughed softly, doing something fun and interesting to their bodies, making Tommy roll his hips back.

“Come on.” Tommy pressed.

“Are you fucking with me, mate?”

“Why would I be?”

“Tommy I can’t fuck you in front of the dog.” He began to pull out gently, but the process was painful regardless, in that they were both so turned on that the loss was very great.

Tommy, flabbergasted, did turn now, his eyes wild with arousal and anger. “You can’t be serious.”

“Not often, but right there mate, yeah I was.”

“Alfie, no, no, Alfie please.” he reached for him, his hands desperate. Alfie almost gave in, the touch of Tommy made him fucking feral after all. He was so fucking desperate for it, it was hard not to be constantly aroused by him.

“Tommy, relax all right? Let me get Cyril fucking out of here and then we can continue our fuckery.”

“Fucking hell.” Tommy’s head dropped back on the bed. Alfie wanted to touch him so bad, even looking at him was painful. He lay there, his body as gorgeous as ever, hard as a fucking rock, red, sweaty, and in pain. “Get on with it.”

Alfie couldn’t resist, he leaned down to kiss him messily, his tongue making a mess of Tommy’s mouth, earning a very satisfactory moan. “Now listen here, darling,” Alfie whispered over his lips. Tommy was shivering. “You will not touch yourself, yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

Alfie grinned and got off the bed, stroking his beard and walking over to Cyril, who was just staring. “Come along Cyril!” he exclaimed, motioning to the door. “Come on my friend, time for you to depart.” He felt ridiculous, standing there naked, watching Cyril watch him, unmoving. “Cyril, really now, get out.”

Cyril remained. Tommy turned over on the bed, wincing, staring at them. Alfie looked at him in disbelief. “Hurry it up.” Tommy said.

“Hurry it—mate, are you fucking kidding me? I’ve asked him thrice now.”

“Be more authoritative!”

“Right, Cyril!” he raised his voice, and watched as Tommy physically reacted to the change in it, the great boom that sounded as he did so. He was very aware that Tommy did like it when Alfie made himself bigger that way, and he very often used it to his advantage. “Mate, you’re making me lose my motivation, can’t you see that?” he pointed to his dick. “Really now Cyril.” he gently grabbed at Cyril, who whined as he tried to move him, but Alfe, for all his toughness was unable to properly manhandle the dog.

Tommy pressed his forehead into the bedsheet. “Alfie, he’s your fucking dog.”

“Thank you Tommy for that enlightening piece of information. I was completely fucking unaware of that fact until you mentioned it right fucking now.”

“Fuck!” Tommy exclaimed loudly, rolling off the bed. “Cyril!”

Astonishing both of them, Cyril walked over to Tommy, happy as a clam, sitting by his feet. Tommy and Alfie looked at each other, each of them with an eyebrow raised, before they looked back down at Cyril.

“Cyril,” Tommy’s voice was slow, “give me your paw.” He lay out his hand and he let out a short laugh as Cyril put his paw in Tommy’s hand.

Alfie threw his hands up. “Betrayed! Betrayed by my own fucking dog! Betrayed by a man I call my lover. This is absolutely fucking unacceptable.”

“Oh good, I was hoping you would blow this out of proportion.”

“Cyril,” Alfie pointed at his feet, “you come here, right fucking now mate.”

Cyril did not move. Tommy could not help the small laugh that fell out of him, and for that, Alfie shot him a glare. “Cyril roll over.”

Cyril, once again, did as he was told, and Alfie roared in indignation. “Is there no such thing as an ally anymore? What has the world come to when not even a dog can remain faithful?”

“I’ve told you about my magical powers over animals, haven’t I?”

“You can fuck right off Tommy.”

Tommy laughed again, whistling to Cyril. “Come along,” he walked over to the bedroom door, motioning for Cyril to leave them. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, laughing at Alfie’s face that was pulled into a hurt frown. “Take me to bed, Alfie?”

“Oh, mate I think the fuck not.”

Tommy kept grinning and walked forward, wrapping his arms around Alfie, kissing him lightly. “Alfie, I need you to fuck me.”

“You stole my dog!”

“Well,” Tommy reached between them, stroking Alfie softly, “perhaps it’s in your best interest to deliver some kind of fitful punishment on me.”

“Right, and that’s me getting you off, is it?”

“As hard as you’d like.”

Arthur and Alfie had grown up together, and so Tommy had always been used to Alfie, but he had never dreamed he would one day find himself growing feelings for him. But the older they each got, the harder life made them, the more rugged Alfie got, it was all too much. Tommy found himself dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, until he gave in and kissed Alfie one day. More surprising was that his brother’s best friend had wanted him back. 

The catch? Arthur. Arthur, who was the most protective of all the Shelbys. Arthur, who had beat up people for even looking at Tommy wrong. Arthur, who had always thought that Tommy’s past girlfriends or boyfriends weren’t good enough for him. 

But right now, Tommy wasn’t thinking about any of that. He was quite happy here, under Alfie’s strong body, his hips pressing against Tommy, his lips gentle and hungry all at once. Tommy would be quite content to stay here forever, kissing Alfie for the rest of his life. 

But of course, all good things had to come to an end.

“Tommy, where the fuck—”

Alfie ripped his lips away, and Tommy looked to the side, noting that Arthur had just walked in. He was holding a case of beer under his arm, his mouth open when he saw his best friend caging in his younger brother, their lips swollen and wet. 

Arthur snapped brutally, “Get the fuck off my brother!”

Tommy slapped Alfie on the chest hard. “Get off!” he snapped. 

Alfie did, quickly, seeming to regain himself, words falling out of him quickly. “Arthur, mate, listen, it’s not what it looks like.”

Arthur’s face was red, but they both knew it was from anger, and not embarrassment. “It looks like you were making out with my brother.”

“Right, well then, it’s exactly what it looks like.” Alfie looked to Tommy for assistance. 

Tommy ran a hand through his hair. “Arthur, we were going to tell you—”

Alfie nodded quickly, “Right, see but the timing—”

“Yes, the timing—”

“The fucking timing was never good, was it mate?” Alfie pleaded. 

“Timing?” Arthur exclaimed his eyes like a crazed person. “Fucking timing? You think you’re going to get away with this because of timing?”

“Arthur,” Tommy said hurriedly, strategically placing half of himself in front of Alfie, “we just had to figure it out for ourselves first before we told people, that’s all.”

“Figure it out? Figure what out? This can’t fucking happen.”

“Arthur—”

“Tommy, you can’t fucking, he’s my best fucking friend!” he yelled, his eyes moving over to Alfie. “And you! How fucking dare you take advantage of my brother.”

“Mate, not to make things worse, but he was a very willing participant.”

Tommy sighed, “Alfie.”

“What, Jesus, I’m not gonna stand here, yeah, and have my name dragged through the mud, all right? I didn’t fucking take advantage of him! He came onto me!”

Tommy slapped him on the chest again. “You are not helping.”

Arthur shook his head. “This is unbelievable, this cannot fucking happen.”

“Arthur,” Tommy walked forward now, because he knew that if Arthur did in fact choose to hit someone, it wouldn’t be him. He put both hands on his brother’s face, like they did when they were kids, and their father was being a loud drunk, “This isn’t just for fun.”

“Oi!” Alfie called. “You’re not having fun?”

“Alfie, shut up!” both brothers exclaimed.

Tommy rolled his eyes as he continued, “There are real feelings here Arthur. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, I am, really. I can’t help if you don’t like it, but we’re not ending it.”

Arthur looked between them, the wheels clearly spinning in his head. “Real feelings, eh? With Alfie?”

Tommy stepped to the side, watching Alfie frown. “Mate, I’m your fucking friend, honestly.” he shook his head. “You should be glad.”

Arthur scrunched up his nose. “I’ll get used to it, I guess.” he looked between them. “Tommy, if he fucking hurts you, you come to me, all right?”

Alfie was the one who rolled his eyes now. “Your brother can take care of himself mate, I have the fucking bruises to prove it.”

“All right!” Tommy exclaimed when he saw Arthur getting angry again. They didn’t need to push buttons by talking about their sex life. “Arthur, I am sorry. We were going to tell you.”

Arthur nodded once. “I believe you Tom, I do. I just need to wrap my head around it is all. My best friend and my brother is a big deal.”

Alfie grinned. “Talk about a big happy family, right?”