Sucking Cock In The Dressing Room Pt 13

Ty laughed, “Yes, you. Thank you, Tony. For being my husband. For being in my life and more than anything, thank you for not giving up. Thank you for fighting.”

Part 12

*****

Tony didn’t always appreciate Ty treating him like he was fragile, but as Ty had pointed out with characteristic bluntness. “You are fragile, Tony.”

Now, as the copious volumes of lube slipped and slopped between them, Ty eased gently inside. Gripping Tony’s hands and kissing his neck as Tony moaned underneath him.

“So good.”

“You like that?” Ty started to slowly thrust.

“Yes, give it to me. Fuck me, Ty.”

Ty continued to move carefully, their needs slowly building. Until Tony tensed and came into the towel. Ty releasing into the condom.

“Hmmmm,” Ty braced above Tony as he flipped over, then Tony pulled him down for a kiss.

“Thank you. God. Thank you.”

“Thank you for staying awake,” Ty teased, before dragging Tony into the shower.

Once all traces of body fluids and lube were gone, Ty settled Tony back in the bed. There was a low rumbling sound.

Ty glanced towards the window. “Is that a storm?”

Tony cracked up, “It was my stomach.”

“You hungry?”

“Starving.”

Ty smiled in delight and kissed him. “Hold that thought,” before disappearing into the kitchen.

Tony put the TV on, mainly to try and stay awake. His tummy growling again as delicious smells filtered in from the kitchen.

Then Ty came back with a plate and two forks. “Cheesy omelette.”

They snuggled together the plate between them and shared the omelette. Cheese and peppers which, for once, didn’t taste weird.

Tony ate about a third before he started to slow down.

Ty glanced away from the TV, “It’s okay?”

“It’s lovely, I’m just getting weary.”

“Don’t worry,” Ty told him. “I knew I’d be eating most of it. Can you try a little bit more?”

Tony managed another couple of forks before he gave up and snuggled down into the pillow.

By the time Ty had finished, Tony was asleep.

Satisfied, it had been weeks since Tony last had any appetite and he had eaten quite a lot, Ty dumped the plate in the sink and came back to pull Tony against him. Letting his fingers play over Tony’s skin as he too drifted into sleep.

-X

The following morning, Ty woke early and left Tony sleeping while he went for a run.

By the time he came back and showered, Tony was up and sat with his smoothie and the paper. Occasionally running his hand over his cropped hair.

“Are you up for a walk?” Ty asked.

“Yes, please. I want to get out.”

They walked the short distance to a nearby park where Tony could rest on a bench before walking back. It was crazy for someone so fit, but he became tried so fast and too much would bring on terrible pains and aching.

Today when they left the park, Tony looked towards the path that went to the water. Ty read his mind and sighed.

“We can get a cab back if it’s too far. Please, it’s such a lovely day and I’ve been so cooped up.”

Ty relented. Taking a cab was always a risk, but Tony’s life had narrowed down so much.

They walked slowly to the water. Leaning on the rail and watching the boats.

A good idea, the breeze felt amazing.

“Tony? Ty.” The familiar voice came from behind them. Monroe Taylor. Just great.

They turned to see Monroe, who had thankfully not had his temporary contract extended at Empty Nights, so Tony hadn’t seen him in almost six months. He was standing next to a good looking man in glasses. Tall with red hair.

“Tony. Wow, your hair, I hardly recognized you. It looks great.”

Tony felt Ty tense slightly, so spoke quickly. “Well, I haven’t been too well so I just got it cut last night, I’m not used to it yet.”

Monroe’s face fell. “Oh no, it is the chemo? I’m so sorry. It looks good though, right Chris?” he turned to look at the man standing next to him.

“Very handsome,” he agreed.

“God, Tony, I’m so sorry for what you’re going through. I just want to hug you,” he stopped when Chris took his arm.

“No, remember the rules, Monroe. If Tony is having therapy he needs to limit contact with people,” he said.

“I know. Okay, yea I know. How are you? I’ve been watching the blogs.”

“I’m. Wait. What, really?”

Monroe nodded. “There’re amazing. Rip your guts out amazing. You’re an inspiration to me, Tony,” he stopped when he saw the suspicion on Tony’s face. Like he was waiting for the punchline.

He looked at his companion who gave him an encouraging smile and a nod, then back to Ty and Tony, taking a deep breath.

“Actually, I’m glad I’ve bumped into you, because I wanted to apologize.”

Ty frowned, but Tony looked more interested, “For?”

“For being a complete asshole when I was in the show. Well, for always being an asshole really. I know I wasn’t very nice to be around. But I met this brilliant man,” he stopped and made heart eyes at Chris. “And he made me face a few home truths. Like the fact I wasn’t very nice to be around.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Chris argued. “You just needed some confidence in yourself.”

Monroe shrugged. “Well, I’m learning that I don’t have to always be the most important person in the room and I hope I’m getting better.”

“I never thought of you as lacking in confidence,” Ty admitted. “Quite the opposite.”

“I had this overwhelming need to be heard,” Monroe admitted. “Over anybody else’s needs.”

“Comes from having six older sisters,” Chris said wisely, and Tony gasped.

“Six? Suddenly everything makes sense. You’re totally forgiven.” He grinned when Monroe laughed.

“Are you working?” Ty asked, prepared to accept an apology if Tony could.

“Yea, I’m covering pretty much every sailor down at ‘Anything Goes’ shit!” Monroe slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide, as all three men cracked up. “That sounded filthy.”

“Only you, Monroe,” Chris guffawed.

Ty let out a huge (taking control of laughter) sigh, holding his stomach. “So, lots of tap,” he managed.

“Yea, it’s fun,” Monroe grinned back, blushing furiously.

Ty nodded, still smiling but more serious. “You’d be good at that. Only have to show you a move once and you’ve remembered it. It’s probably your strongest skill.”

“T-Thanks, Ty.”

“Are you in the show?” Tony had managed to stop laughing.

Chris adjusted his glasses and grinned. “Wow, I’m flattered, but no. I’m not talented that way. If I said I was in security would that make me sound exciting and dangerous.”

“Absolutely,” Tony said, his tongue in his cheek. He liked this guy.

“Then I’ll leave it at that, and not admit I man the cameras at Penn Station.”

“Wow, I bet you’ve seen some stuff,” Ty commented.

“Hell, yea!”

“We should go,” Monroe said, as Tony tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “Tony looks beat.”

“Tell him your news first,” Chris insisted.

“Oh no.”

“What news?” Ty asked.

“Oh, well. Chris runs. Like you do, Ty, but Marathon’s.”

Ty nodded, “Right. Well I run, but more like four or five miles, not Marathons.”

“Too much stress on a body already under stress, being a dancer,” Chris commented.

“Exactly.”

“Well this brave one,” Chris said, nudging Monroe. “Is training for a half marathon.”

Monroe nodded and then said surprisingly shyly, “I’m doing it for sponsorship. To raise money for the hospital that’s treating you. Their research programme. The same as your blog.”

“Really?” Tony was stunned. “That’s just. Wow.”

“That’s amazing, Monroe, but be careful with the training. You’re a dancer, not a runner,” Ty cautioned.

“Chris is training me.”

“We’re taking care. It’s going really well,” Chris confirmed.

Tony rubbed his nose and then smiled, “Now I wanna hug you.”

“Well,” Monroe laughed. “Rain check.”

“Send us your link, Monroe,” Ty said. “We’ll get it put up with the information at the end of the blogs, might get you some more sponsorship.”

“Really? Okay, I will. That would be great.”

“It was nice to meet you both. Good luck, Tony,” Chris said as he got Monroe moving.

Slightly shocked, Ty and Tony waved the two men off.

“I was not expecting that,” Tony admitted.

Ty blew out a breath, “Nope.” Then he turned and eyed Tony, deciding to start them walking slowly back. “So what was that six sister deal?”

“Hell I would imagine. Big sisters can be tough.”

“But you get on with Megan and Kate?”

“Sure, now. But we’ve had our moments. Did I never tell you about the time that Kate called me a freak?”

“No, why was that? Did you put a frog in her shoe?”

Tony sniggered, “No, it was when I came out.” He walked a few steps before he realized Ty had stopped. “Ty?”

“What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, now, Ty,” Tony soothed.

“She called you a freak?”

“That’s what siblings do. They rag on each other. I got in her way on a bad day, and she launched that at me. It was right when we were sorting out the prom thing. I guess news got around. Kate was twenty-two, flunking her exams, though we didn’t know that at the time, and everyone gossiping and worrying about her little brother she just let rip. Yelled at me, why couldn’t I be normal? Why did I have to be a freak?”

“But.”

“Let me finish. You don’t have siblings, Ty. I swear, you will throw the most awful things at them, because you mostly know you’ll be forgiven. Eventually,” he added.

He tugged and Ty reluctantly started moving again.

“I hadn’t actually done anything, so I thought it was pretty harsh, but Megan heard her and Holy Shit! She went ape. Mom came flying up the stairs to separate them, not the first time, but when Megan told Mom what she said. Uh Oh. Big family meeting.”

“Your Mom’s amazing.”

“Sure, but she was mad. And worse, her and Dad were really disappointed and hurt by what Kate said to me. More than I was actually, I just assumed she was being bitchy. Hormonal or something. I didn’t take it seriously, but Mom and Dad were really upset. Megan didn’t talk to her for eight weeks.”

“Bet that was fun.”

“She didn’t ignore her, Megan’s not mean like that, but she wouldn’t speak to her. If they had to communicate she wrote it down.” He grinned when Ty laughed. “But what really upset Kate. She told me one time, really upset her, is that Megan wouldn’t let Kate be alone with me. She was always there, like a guard dog.”

“A 5 ft 2 guard dog, protecting your 5ft 11 self?”

“Emotionally protecting me. Kate said it really hurt her, that Megan wouldn’t trust her around me. You know they’re both really protective. Little brother an’ all.”

Ty snorted out a laugh, “Yea, I remember the grilling I got when I first met them. They’re protective all right!”

“Well, in the end, Kate did a really brave thing. She went to an LGBTQ+ support group at her college. Sat down with a bunch of queer kids who were struggling with discrimination and lack of family support, and told them what she did. Told them what she said to me.”

“She’s lucky she wasn’t lynched,” Ty said. Noticing that Tony was tiring and angling him towards some waiting cabs.

“They thought she was brave, but they made sure she knew exactly how it would have made me feel. How it might make me feel in the future, if I had a bad experience and it brought it back. Megan thought it was so brave she forgave her.”

Ty guided Tony into a cab and gave their address.

“Siblings are complicated.”

“Can be,” Tony admitted, letting out a sigh and leaning against Ty. “I’m tired.”

“You can take a nap when we get back.”

“This blows,” Tony complained in the understatement of the year and made Ty laugh.

“Yea,” he agreed, rubbing his chin on Tony’s shorn hair, which felt surprisingly nice. “It blows.”

-X

Tony was dreaming. Disoriented and confused. Wanting to escape the dream, he dragged himself back towards consciousness. Following a voice, quiet but with power, and smoke that wasn’t smoke.

With a further effort he surfaced, feeling a cool hand on his forehead. His eyes fluttered open and the hand smoothed up to rest on top of his head. He smiled, “Nana? What are you doing here?”

Ty’s grandma smiled down at him. On the very night that Ty and Tony had become engaged, Ty’s grandparent’s had insisted that Tony call them Grandpa and Grandma like Ty did. Refusing to acknowledge him talking if he forgot.

Tony had quickly reverted to Nana and Pops which was more natural to him, and they were delighted with that. He didn’t know them as well as he would like to, with them living in Florida, but he knew that both he and Ty were incredibly lucky with their families.

“Came to see you,” she said, and Tony saw her holding some sort of basin from which the smoke that wasn’t actually smoke was drifting out. In fact it was incredibly soothing, and Tony’s chest, which had been literally rattling for days, felt clearer and just a bit scratchy.

Tony had just got home after four days in hospital with pneumonia. He had never imagined having to be gasping oxygen through a mask and feeling as if he had a tank parked on his chest, but the worst had happened.

Of course it had happened while Ty was out of town, on a two day trip to the Vegas club.

Everyone from Frank and Cal, their medical team, and their families, had told Ty that he could not put his life on hold for six weeks of chemo and months of rehabilitation.

Ty, true to form, had rebelled and dug his heels in, but it was Tony’s mom who had made him see sense. Made him see that he had to use their support network and compromise, but live life as normally as possible.

Ty had come to what was Tony’s final day of chemo on the Monday. Got him through the worst days following. He was teaching a new routine in Vegas mostly through zoom. Then on the Thursday Tony’s mom had come to stay while Ty was in Vegas for two days.

Gabi had made it clear that if Ty couldn’t be there, she would be, until Tony was well. It was a compromise that Ty would actually accept.

Tony had been very sensible in who he came into contact with. Frank was an ‘allowed’ person, and had gone with him and Gabi on the Thursday afternoon so that Tony could use the pool, which had been immensely helpful.

Although seeing Frank placing his wig aside as though it were a fragile kitten, and then striding into the pool in swim trunks and full make-up was a sight not soon forgotten.

“Don’t splash me,” Frank had warned sternly, before supporting Tony throughout his relaxing float/body scan and chatting quietly with Gabi.

If Tony was honest, he was feeling extra rough before he went to the pool. But extra rough when your body has been put through hell and you feel like crap is hard to judge.

He had woken from his post pool nap and been unable to catch his breath. It was terrifying. Too weak to get out of bed, or reach his phone, he had managed with supreme effort to kick over the bedside table. The resulting crash had brought Gabi and Frank running. Gabi was dialling the medical team’s emergency number in less than a minute.

Before he knew it, Tony was wired up to monitors in hospital, breathing oxygen through a mask and Ty was rushing back from Vegas.

Ty blamed himself. Gabi blamed herself. Frank the same. But Dr Yan had pointed out that Tony must have come into contact with whatever the original infection was, well before Ty left for Vegas, Gabi came to town, or Frank took him to the pool. It was bad luck. They did the best they could to avoid these things, but it was hard.

For a couple of days, Tony had been extremely ill. Ty sat by his bedside for forty-eight hours. Dressed like he was going to perform surgery, or something. Dark eyes, with dark shadows, watching Tony over the mask he had to wear. Refusing to leave for longer than it took to gulp a smoothie and pee.

Then tests started to come back with increasingly better results. The news become better, and Tony was out of danger. His dad dragged Ty back to the apartment for food and sleep, while his Mom gowned and masked up and sat with him for an afternoon.

Four days after he was admitted, he was allowed home. Dr Yan reassured them that no long term damage had been done. It was, in all, a minor setback and not unexpected.

Tony felt like he had been run over by a truck, and had been half carried into the apartment by Ty and Frank (neither of which had been sick, so it hadn’t come from them), dumped on the bed and slipped straight into sleep.

He realized as Nana smiled down at him, that Ty’s grandparent’s had probably been here for days.

“Can you stay quiet a little longer,” she asked. “I’m not quite done.”

He nodded and closed his eyes as her hand came back to press lightly on his forehead. He took as deep as breaths as he could of the calming not-smoke, because it felt so good.

Then Ty’s grandma started to chant, and he remembered his strange dream. That’s where it had come from. She was chanting, or praying, he wasn’t sure. The language, he assumed Lakota, sounded ancient and melodic.

He peered at her from under his lashes, and was awed at the power. He would’ve have sworn she was glowing. With another deep, if slightly shaky, breath he closed his eyes again. Maybe there was something in the smoke?

When she was done, Nana placed the bowl aside and smiled at Tony again. “Let’s sit you up,” she said.

Horrified, Tony mumbled, “I can do it, Jesus.” I mean she was tiny and he might be under fighting weight, but he was still too big for her to lift.

She turned away, rolling her eyes, “Okay, tough guy. You do it.”

He sat up and took another bowl that she handed him. “Drink this.”

Tony frowned, it smelt bad. “Am I allowed?” he asked, hoping not. “I mean, with my meds.”

She looked fierce. “You think Ty didn’t already give me the third degree. What’s this, what’s that, some herbs interact, as if I didn’t know anything.”

She leaned over him, “I went through it all with your doctors.”

“Okay,” he said, and bravely took a sip. “Urghh.”

Nana Maka just laughed.

“Nana, I don’t think I can drink this. It tastes bad,” he pleaded.

“It’s medicine. It’s supposed to taste bad.”

Tony looked sadly at her.

“Do you think that pout works on me, Anthony Thomas? Big sad eyes and pouty lips. I’m the queen of big sad eyes and pouty lips. How do you think I’ve wound Ty and his grandfather around my little finger for all these years?”

Tony grinned at her, “Ty’s a sucker for a pout. It destroys him.”

“I know. He’s very like his grandfather.” She kissed his cheek, “It’s good for you. Please drink.”

Tony drank.

“Now snuggle back down, and sleep.”

Tony snuggled, and slept.

When he next woke, only a couple of hours had passed, but he felt stronger again. Strong enough to get out of bed by himself and go in search of a smoothie. Actual food was probably beyond him.

He opened the door and walked carefully into the room where his family were. Lifting a finger to his lips to hush his dad, so as not to disturb Ty.

Ty was sleeping. Curled up in his grandma’s lap. He looked about fifteen.

Frank came over and asked him in a whisper if he wanted a smoothie. Oh, yes. Then helped him across to where his dad was sat.

Tony managed to bite his tongue and not complain about the help. Chances are he would have staggered halfway.

He took Frank’s vacated spot and leaned against his dad. Thanking Frank for the smoothie with a smile and settling to watch the TV, not really seeing it. Just thankful to be home and surrounded by family.

Ty woke about half an hour later, surprised to see Tony up. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I am.”

They rearranged the seating and Tony ended up snuggled against Ty, as they discussed the blog. Tony’s parents were sat on the table opposite them, explaining that they had filmed him in hospital. He had been too out of it to be aware.

“Obviously you were going to get better,” his dad said. “But you looked like shit. I think we should post it. How bad things were. Other people are going to watch this when they are going through something similar and be reassured.”

“We thought,” his mom added. “That a lot of people will watch the blog after seeing you back in the show. They will be amazed at seeing the transformation and if just one of those people has to deal with this themselves, or has a loved one going through it, it will give them hope.”

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3 thoughts on “Sucking Cock In The Dressing Room Pt 13

  1. Bill says:

    I can’t write anything right now, I’m too emotional and I’m crying too hard. Thanks to the author for this incredible story – just so poignant and beautifully written. I don’t kmow what else I would say anyway….

  2. LPS says:

    Those of you who have read my “reviews” know that I can be quite critical of bad grammar, poor spelling, and the slaughter of the English language that so many stories on UDATZ are guilty of. This story had a few of those issues, but none were a deterrent to the magnificent story created by its author. The story line and the characters both pulled me in and played with my heart. I cried, I laughed, I lusted! Perhaps because it was close to home and I could relate. My mother was a professional dancer, I am a professional singer, my husband is a published sci-fi writer and I have an ex with whom I walked through the agonizing effects of chemotherapy with. This story was very real. Thank you to the author for sharing your gift with us.

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