The Circus

The standard was high, Rory and Leon opened with a magic trick that left Tom befuddled to say the least, Joe showed how he had graduated high school three years early as he did impossible sums in his head on the spot, a baffled audience quickly finding phones and calculators to check his answers, which were always correct. Anne and Sean did a comical Romeo and Juliet, with Anne repetitively running over her Romeo's feet and Sean getting caught staring at his Juliet's chest of several occassions. Nadine threw everyone off when she produced a violin, perfectly playing an amazing classical piece, even Archie's rendition of his favourite Book of Mormon song was a hit. Mikey and Carl had everyone in fits with their word-for-word Monty Python sketch and Bertie's martial arts display left Charlie slightly bruised. Gracie had everyone captivated with her adorable singing of The Sound of Music's Edelweiss, her new mother singing sweetly along when Gracie got shy. Lena and Charlie then surprised everyone with a full blown lindy hop right there in the living room, Gracie dancing with Tom in the audience and Barley the dog going mad with excitement. Aside from the various designated drivers and non-drinkers, everyone was a little tipsy by the time Tom sat at his new and beloved piano and sung I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls to his lover. He had to lower the song an entire octave but it still sounded okay to his ears and apparently to everyone else's too, with Bo giving him a barely PG kiss the moment he had finished and Archie immediately saying that Tom had to teach that song at the stage school. Thankfully, the slightly drunk, and now slightly emotional audience was uplifted by Darcy and Ambrose's fantastic performance of Alphabetic Acrobatics, with Darcy showing some rather good beatboxing skills and Bo remembering every lyric.

Needless to say, by the time Caleb and Tiffany stood up for the final performance of the night, it was late and everyone was in great spirits, ignoring the fact that Rory and Leon had suspiciously disappeared and reappeared slightly ruffled at some point and Bo was getting more and more handsy as the night went on. Tom was excited, he'd never really seen Tiffany and Caleb perform together and it was sure to be hot. "So," Caleb started, squeezing Tiffany's hand, "we actually don't really have anything prepared in afraid," there was a collective groan.

"Sorry guys," Tiffany looked a little uncertain, "but we hope we do have something that will make up for it," she flushed, staring lovingly into Caleb's eyes.

"You're not!" squeaked Anne Lee from their little audience.

"What? What's going on?" Joe was on his feet.

"Mama I'm tired," Gracie squirmed on Lena's lap.

"We're having a baby," Tiffany squealed, looking directly at Tom.

"Oh my god Tiff!" Tom leapt up from his spot on the floor, nearly crushing the woman in a hug and peppering her face with kisses, "Tiffany! Woman! I can't believe you," he chastised her to cover up how emotional he felt, letting a tear slide down his cheek. He finally freed her so she could hug everyone else, going to Caleb and practically tackling the man, "some poor kid is going to have you as a father," Tom tried to quip, betrayed by the fact that he was smiling and crying with joy.

"I know right?" Caleb was choking up too, letting go of Tom only to be wrapped up in Bo's grip.

"I'm so happy for the pair of you," Bo hugged Caleb again. Tom's heart sung watching how well Bo had integrated himself into their little friendship group, his cock also twitched a little watching two amazingly sexy men hugging it out. He mentally chastised himself, running to the kitchen and looking for some kind of Champagne, settling on the Prosecco one of the local mothers had given them for Christmas.

They celebrated after that, pumping up the music and dancing barefoot in the living room, Charlie twirling Gracie in his arms, Rory and Tom shimmying together whilst Leon simply laughed. Needless to say Caleb and Tiffany claimed the tickets to Paris. It was almost midnight when people began leaving, Lena and Charlie taking a sleeping little Grace back to Charlie's parent's house. Rory and Leon grabbing a taxi with Mikey and Carl back to London. Joe, Archie, Bertie and Caleb, drunkenly pawing at a very sober Tiffany as she finally managed to curtail them into the car. Finally, Bo's parents took an almost unconscious Nadine and an embarrassing Darcy home with them, at last leaving Bo and Tom alone in what now felt like a rather quiet house.

"Well," said Tom, pottering around to tidy up the chaos left behind by their guests, "I think that went well."

"Tommy," Bo was stood at the bottom of the stairs, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"I wasn't sure everyone would get home alright but I think they were all happy," Tom rambled nervously. He was nervous, very nervous. It suddenly felt like they both knew what was going to happen next. Tom allowed himself the quickest of glances at Bo, whose eyes were hooded with desire, nearly all his shirt buttons undone now. Fuck, we're drunk, He's drunk. Am I drunk? I want to be drunk right now.

"Tommy," that rich, silky voice was a little closer now, Tom gulped, putting things in the dishwasher.

"Well we certainly won't be hosting next year hey?" his hands were shaking now. Dear lord, he wants me to fuck him, I can see it in his eyes. I can't fuck him. He fucks me, that's what we do.

"Tommy," Bo's voice was in his ear now, pinning Tom against the work top, Bo's erection sliding along his arse.

"We're drunk Bo," Tom whined. It was a lie, as host, Tom was almost sober and Bo was tipsy at best.

"Don't lie to me Tommy," Bo was grinding against him now, his tongue in Tom's ear, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Tom's shirt. Tom moaned, rolling his hips back against his lover, helping him with the last of the shirt, leaning forward onto his hands to allow Bo to savage his shoulders and back with kisses and bites. Maybe he's just gonna fuck me. Yeah, that's probably it. That idea was quickly quelled when Bo's heat suddenly disappeared, grabbing Tom's hand he pulled him upstairs towards the bedroom. "We're going upstairs?" it was an utterly stupid question, but one Tom needed to ask.

"I'm not having my first on the breakfast bar Tommy," Bo sounded as smug as ever. Tom's nerves went into overload then, he had sex with a decent number of men in his time, but nobody he'd actually had proper feelings for and certainly not when he'd been a top. Bo calmly sat them on the bed, looking a little nervous now and reminding Tom of when they had first met. "I'm not sure today is the right day Bo," Tom tried to sound as logical as possible, "you have had a couple of drinks and I think your first should be umm," he coughed, "special," it sounded cheesy even to him.

"Tommy," Bo sighed, "why did you think I got myself a bit of Dutch courage?" Tom's mouth opened a little, it was suddenly glaringly obvious that Bo was nervous too. His hands were sweaty in Tom's, his leg bounced up and down and he licked his dry lips a few times. "Oh," the little sound escaped Tom's mouth before he could stop it.

"You don't want to?" Bo looked genuinely worried now.

"Of course I do!" Tom replied too quickly, concerned that they looked like a pair of fifteen year olds who had just realised gay sex was a thing. Bo misinterpreted Tom's reply,

"Of course you don't," he gave a little smile, "you're a bottom Tommy, that's cool. I'm a top. I just figured that if I ever did bottom, even if it's only once, it would be for you." For some reason Tom was a little angry at that, he and Bo had spoken a few times about Tom's dalliances in university, not to mention his work at The Circus. Before John Watson, Tom had only ever topped and before Bo, he would has resisted bottoming at all costs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his long dark hair, framing delicate features, his slender, pale limbs. What was it Leon had said? Girl on girl action? Thinking back, Anne Lee had referred to him as 'pretty' three times over the course of the day, Gracie had even played with his hair, Darcy had spun him around like he weighed nothing.

Growling, Tom lunged, pinning Bo down to the bed, straddling his crotch and grabbing his wrists. "I'm a man too Bo," he accentuated the statement with a thrust of his hips, his anger seemed to have shot straight to his cock, which was now hard. He revelled in the surprised look on Bo's face, leaning in a giving one of the man's nipples a sharp pinch, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't think," his whispered, enjoying the way Bo's body tensed beneath him. No wonder Bo does shit like this, I feel great. He did, Tom felt powerful as he kissed down Bo's body, stripping him of his trousers and underwear in a flash. Ignoring Bo's protests, Tom swallowed down the man's cock, pushing it deep into his throat. His fingers travelled down, encouraged when he glanced up to see Bo relaxed on the bed, his eyes closed, colour tainting his cheeks. Tom's fingers were light as they danced their way towards Bo's entrance, Tom had opened up himself and his partners many times and whilst he may not have been the most skilled top, he knew what he was doing. Needless to say he was a little pissed when he found Bo's hole wet and already slightly loose. His head shot up and off of Bo's cock, "you fucker," the harsh words were only slightly humourous. Bo's answering grin was infuriating, so to make his point, Tom thrust a finger inside Bo's hole, feeling around and with luck, quickly finding the man's prostate. Bo's arrogance faltered a little at that, "just wanted to make things easier for you Tommy," the sweet words were tainted by his patronizing tone. Clenching his jaw, Tom added another finger, Bo made a little noise then, his hips shooting off the bed. Tom shoved Bo's hips back down, sitting up so he could gloat, "hmm? What was that love? Got something to say?" he sped up the timing of his fingers, making Bo grunt. Tom pummeled Bo's prostate, enjoying watching his lover's cock twitch over and over again, precum pooling at it's tip. "Feels good Tommy," Bo said in a voice which was far too calm, making Tom's attitude falter, "no wonder you cum so much from this." Bo's voice dripped with sass, making Tom pause for a second before angrily adding a third finger and pumping in a out of Bo's hole a little too roughly. "Fuck," Bo whispered at that, the word making Tom's cock achingly hard. Huffing, Tom pulled away long enough to yank off his jeans and underwear, lunging to grab the lube from the side table. Tom's check up all those weeks ago had come back negative, Bo had gotten tested too, even though he'd only be with Rory, the negative results meaning they had, albeit probably unwisely, stopped using condoms. Tom drenched his cock in lube, dumping another load into Bo's arse, not even having the self control to warm it up first. He suddenly felt so riled up, first everyone treated him like a girl, now Bo was complaining about how fast he came, enough. Bo complied when Tom went to flip him onto his stomach, they both knew Bo could resist if he wanted to but instead a lazy grin remained on the man's face whilst a flustered Tom shoved pillows under his hips. It was only when Tom's cock was brushing against Bo's hole he actually took stock of the situation. "A-are you ready?" his voice cracked, his nerves emerging once more.

"Yes Tommy," Bo's voice was as light as ever.

"Cause we don't have to if you don't want to," Tom's anxiety and arousal battled one another.

"Hurry up and fuck me Tommy," Bo twisted, catching Tom's eye, "unless you're not man enough?"

That was all it took. Tom thrust in, probably quicker than he should have, forcing his body to slow down as he watched a sheen of sweat break out over Bo's back. "Sorry," Tom got out, his body disobeying his mind as he pushed in further, barely even letting Bo adjust before adding more of his length. Bo moaned beneath him, long, breathy pants which were joined by the rhythmic clenching of both his fists and his hole. Fuck he's tight, he's so tight. It twigged that Tom was muttering that same sentence over and over again as he stayed as still as he could, leaning over to trail kisses along Bo's spine. "Move Tommy," Bo gritted out beneath him, a small amount of tension leaving his body.

"Bo, I don't think I sh-,"

"Fucking move Tommy," Bo said louder. Tom obeyed without thought, even now, Bo had a way of riling him up so much, arousing him so much, dominating him so much. He started slow, listening out for any more commands from him lover. Bo's channel gripped him, it's velvet heat unreal. Watching Bo's relax a little more, Tom pulled out, encouraging his lover to lie on his back, it would be harder for Bo, but Tom was desperate to see the man's face. Bo complied, some of his arrogance gone now, his eyes looked a little dazed and his mouth was slack, letting out another moan as Tom pushed back in . They kissed, long and wet, tongues wildly thrusting into each other's mouths, Tom reached for Bo's cock, delighted when he found it hard and straining. He worked it for a few moments but Bo stopped him, "wanna move," Bo shuffled them around, simultaneously looking thoroughly fucked and totally in control. He put Tom on his back before straddling the man's hips. "Bo," Tom gulped, "it's your first time love, I don't think-,"

"Shut the fuck up," Bo sounded almost pissed, his face set in an almost childish pout as he slowly and carefully lowered himself onto Tom's cock, letting out a little whimper when they both felt Tom settle against Bo's prostate. Tom let him stay there for a while, watching a rather ungainly Bo fuck himself at an excruciatingly slow pace. He looked fucking sexy, his tall, muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat, his big cock bouncing as he moved, his curly hair ruffled, flushed cheeks and lips shiny with saliva. Bo's chocolate eyes shone with pleasure but also with a small amount of anger, and finally, Tom got it. "Oh I see," Tom did his best Ambrose impression as he grabbed his lover's hips, thrusting up and making the man squeak.

"You see what?" Bo's attempt at being pissed was marred a little by his pleasure.

"Normally it's you who's in control, watching me fall apart, getting to enjoy seeing this," he thrust up again to prove his point, Bo shuddered, "and now you're pissed because you're getting the same treatment," Tom couldn't help but grin. Bo frowned, but only succeeded in looking adorable, he slapped away Tom's hands on his hips, instead riding Tom's cock with all his might.

"I don't know," he panted, "what you're talking about." Tom smiled again, grabbing Bo's cock and pumping it with earnest, largely because he knew it would piss Bo off, but also because he was dangerously close to cumming himself. "Fuck Tommy," Bo growled, lasting only seconds before throwing his head back and spraying cum all over Tom's chest. Bo's orgasm triggered Tom's own, the clenching of Bo's hole almost painfully pleasurable. He thrust in deep, knowing he should have pulled out but unable to control his body and he came hard inside Bo's no-longer virgin hole.

They collapsed together on the bed, Bo only just remembering to rolling off to the side so as not to crush his lover. The pair was enveloped by silence, their panting breaths and thudding hearts the only sound. That was so good. It had been good, it had been amazing. Somehow, it had been so different to their usual sex, still rough, still intense, but with a huge shift in power. Eventually, Bo rolled onto his side, propping himself up and eyeing up Tom with an odd look on his face. "What?" asked Tom, suddenly nervous, fuck, what if I was a shit top?

"No, I just," Bo shook his head, "you kind of changed a bit back there, went all caveman on me."

"Caveman?" Tom barked out a laugh, "you know when you top your turn into some sex demon from the underworld right?" Bo couldn't help but laugh at that. "I didn't hurt you or anything did I?" Tom asked, "I got a little emotional there for a bit and sort of just went for it," he cringed.

"Hah, no Tommy, you didn't," Bo leaned over to give him a long kiss, "it was pretty good, even with you all angry."

"Me angry? Who was pouting the whole time?"

"Well, I will admit it did feel a little of what you feel when we have sex and it made me a little," he cleared his throat, "vulnerable. But," his easy grin returned, "it was fun riling you up."

"You knew I was pissed?" Tom mimed throttling his lover.

"Of course, all that stuff about your hair and my mum calling you pretty all the time, I knew it had gotten to you a bit recently," the man is a sadist.

"Then why did you fucking say that stuff?" Tom was laughing but still kind of annoyed. Bo gave one of his magical, world-curing smiles, rolling them over so he could pin Tom down for more kissing. "How else was I supposed to get you to fuck me?" he said in a low voice, rubbing his new found erection against Tom. Even Tom couldn't stay angry at that, he gave Bo a kiss, lightly biting the man's lip as he pulled away,

"You knew I wouldn't do it," he pouted, "that I was nervous."

"Yep," Bo snuggled even closer, "because you have that stupid voice in your head that tells you you're going to fail before you've even tried."

He's not wrong there.

"Wow, you sure know how to play me huh?" Tom poked at Bo's ribs, which quickly progressed into more kissing, now accompanied by plenty of groping.

"Of course I do" Bo said breathlessly, "I love you."

"I love you too," Tom yanked Bo's head down for another kiss, hesitating when he felt Bo's cock brush against him, "you're not going to fuck me now right? I'm exhausted."

"Why not?" Bo kept grinding, "you've had your turn Tommy, now it's mine," they shared a mind blowing kiss.

"Ugh fine. Merry Christmas Bo."

"Merry Christmas Tommy."