please indulge me with your thoughts on Jon and T*mmy hooking up during the last, worst times at the White House, where T*mmy just needs to give up control, to let himself stop thinking. it continues over the phone once Jon moves to LA. t*mmy breaking down and begging one night when they're actually together bc he hasn't come since Jon left because Jon hasn't told him he could. t*mmy, shivery and desperate, repeating "I've been good" over and over as he begs, tears building.
sorry to have left this for so many weeks without an answer but given my longstanding failure to really GET orgasm denial in a way that would be useful for fic i had no relevant thoughts. HOWEVER an alternate way to imagine tommyjon DC-to-LA phone calls would be that lovett is lonely and miserable in LA and doesn’t want to admit it to tommy. but tommy’s not an idiot so he can tell from lovett’s voice that things aren’t going so well. so he’s pressing lovett to just tell him what’s wrong and lovett’s like “ummm excuse you, everything is GREAT, just last night i went out with this incredible guy–” and he goes on to tell tommy all about this hook-up that didn’t actually happen but for some reason tommy seems to find fascinating. tommy, who is officially straight and has never laid a finger on lovett, is ashamed to be both jealous and aroused, but not too ashamed to ask lovett if he’s seeing anyone new the next time they call.
after that it turns into a scheherezade situation (but without the threat of imminent death) where lovett keeps inventing these hook-ups to tell tommy about in increasingly explicit ways. meanwhile tommy is getting increasingly turned on and trying to keep his hand out of his pants while they talk because that would obviously be a violation of trust.
eventually lovett starts to suspect what’s going on bc he’s not an idiot either and before long he’s inventing details that he thinks will specifically please tommy. one night, he invents a guy who’s basically similar to tommy in every way. he’s giving tommy the play-by-play of their hook-up and tommy is hanging on his every word. BUT THEN! LOVETT FUCKS UP HIS PRONOUNS! and instead of saying something like, “so then he grabbed my wrists and held them still,” what he says is “so then you grab my wrists and you–” and there’s dead silence before tommy says, very quietly, “and then what do I do?”
this fic would be called Five Times Lovett and Tommy Did Not Have Phone Sex and One Time They Did.
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