fic: working eyes and brains
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wrennetteworking eyes and brains (3342 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Independence Day (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: David Levinson/Constance Spano, David Levinson/Constance Spano/Tom Whitmore
Characters: David Levinson, Constance Spano, Tom Whitmore
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Getting Back Together, Polyamory Negotiations, Complicated Relationships, Recovery, Grief/Mourning, minor voyeurism, minor exhibitionism, connie insisted on being the voice of reason and she's not wrong, tom's not ready yet even though he wants to be in the middle of a connie and david sandwich
Summary:
Tom didn't mean to eavesdrop on Connie and David, but the close quarters of the base made it all but impossible not to overhear them. After the relief, and the grief, and yes, the partying, Tom had officially made Connie his Chief of Staff, and asked David on as a science and tech advisor. It meant he'd gotten to know David pretty well, after the past few chaotic weeks. He'd felt like he'd already known Connie quite well, but he was seeing a new side of her too, and realizing he'd never seen her as truly, incandescently happy as David often made her. Nor as enraged.
It started with David - his gait familiar by now, subconsciously filed in Tom's mind as someone safe - slouching into Connie's office. A tense silence settled. Tom tried to focus on his work, he really did, there was more than enough of it to get through before they could even get to the rebuilding phase. But that sort of silence between those two often preceded explosions of passion. It was a fifty-fifty split whether the passion would be sexual or furious.
"I uh - I was hoping you might grab dinner with me," David said, more subdued than Tom thought he'd ever heard the man.
The tension managed to ratchet up a notch.
"But ah, I probably should have asked first," David said, tone sliding almost into morose.
Tom could almost pity the man. He'd long ago gotten over the sucker-punch David had dealt him. He wasn't quite as forgiving of David's mistrust of Connie, who was one of the most trustworthy, principled people Tom had ever known. That lack of trust had been one of the death knells of their marriage, Tom knew. Connie had done her best not to show how affected she was by her crumbling relationship, but Tom knew how hard it had been for her.
Connie didn't respond verbally to David, but Tom could perfectly imagine the arch of one of her dark brows.
"I could grab us something from the mess and bring it back here?" David offered hopefully. "It would take me a bit, give you some time to wind down what you're working on?"
Tom couldn't help a soft little smile at that. He had to give it to David on effort, the man really was trying. He clearly didn't want the second chance Connie had given him to slip through his fingers. And Connie could certainly do worse. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman, and she deserved someone who worshipped her. David adored her, that was clear to everyone who saw them together. But as Connie had said before, the problems between her and David had never been about love. Insecurities on both sides had got in the way, even before David's violent jealousy shattered any chance of reconciliation.
"That would be great," Connie admitted. Tom knew she was trying to disguise her exhaustion, but it crept through in her voice.
"Alright," David said, voice warming. "I'll bring something for the boss too."
"You know he doesn't expect that," Connie said, her own voice going soft and warm with affection. Tom knew some of that warmth was for him, and it warmed him in turn. There were few people he loved or trusted more than Connie, after all they'd been through together.
"I know, but it isn't any trouble," David said. "He overworks himself as bad as you do." His voice was almost as affectionate as Connie's, and most of that, Tom thought, was for Connie. But he couldn't help but hope some was for him too. Tom felt his cheeks heat a bit at both the affection and the concern, because it was unfortunately true. There was just so much to do.
"Which means we work almost as much as you," Connie teased.
"Guilty," David agreed, voice still so affectionate it only made Tom's blush deepen and his heart ache. "You're the one who wanted me to find some ambition," he teased, and Connie let out an audible huff of mingled amusement and annoyance.
"It wasn't ambition you needed, it was purpose," Connie argued, with the tone of someone repeating themself.
"And I told you, I always had a purpose," David said, voice dropping into a downright seductive register.
"David," Connie breathed out, and Tom hardened. He'd seen them in this phase more than once, David's dark eyes intent, his lean body angling toward Connie as he were a plant, and she was the sun. Connie would be wide eyed, lips parted and glistening. They were a damned attractive couple, and the desire between them couldn't be denied.
Tom heard them kiss, Connie moaning softly into it, the wet slide of lips and tongues, gasping breaths, rustling clothes.
"Quiet now," David said in that low, bedroom rumble. "Your boss is just next door."
"You like that, don't you?" Connie gasped out, voice soft and strained with need. "Like the idea that Tom could hear us, hear how good you are to me."
Dave let out a wordless sound of pleasure in response, and Tom's cock throbbed. He bit his lip, letting his hand settle against his groin. He pressed his hips up, humping against his palm. At the moment, he neither knew nor cared about why or if David was purposefully seducing Connie where Tom could overhear. He hadn't gotten hard since Marilyn's death, between grief and stress and exhaustion. He was going to take this as a gift, even if he might regret it later when he had to look David and Connie in the eye and remember the soft, sweet sounds of their kissing, their gasping, heated breaths.
"And you don't?" David asked. Tom heard Connie's chair move, and then she was hissing.
"David, if-" Connie started, then cut off with a sharp gasp that trailed into a tremulous moan. There was a wet noise, not unlike kissing, and then Connie let out another choked, wavering moan. "You're impossible," she said, fond and soft, then moaned. She was clearly trying to keep quiet, even as the wet sucking sounds increased in intensity. "Yeah, there, there, you're so good at this, God, your mouth," she babbled, whimpering.
Tom's cock jumped against his palm as he realized he was hearing David eat Connie out. Lower moans interspersed with lewd slurping joined Connie's soft, breathless yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, David, yeah. Tom opened his flies and took himself in hand, ears straining now as he tried to follow their rhythm. The memory of David's hands, broad and strong and capable, and David's mouth, skilled and sensuous, flashed through his mind, and Tom bit his lip to silence a moan.
"So good," Connie said quietly, then let out a tremulous, crescendoing moan. "That's it, mmmm, clean me up, hmmm?" she asked breathlessly after a moment.
Tom came with a stifled grunt as he realized Connie had come, coating his palm. Would David jerk off on his knees in front of Connie? Show her how eager he was for her? Would he put himself away hard, wait until tonight and fuck Connie in their cramped little cot? Show her he was willing to wait? Would he jerk off in one of the restrooms, so Connie could get back to work? The possibilities made Tom's spent cock twitch in his hand.
"So good for me," Connie said, warm and relaxed.
"Anything for you," David breathed, voice thin and strained. He was still hard, Tom would bet on it.
"I know," Connie said fondly. "You want a hand with that?" She asked, and David's low groan sounded almost as much like pain as pleasure.
"Please," David said.
"Come here," Connie invited, and there was no mistaking the rasp of a zipper being undone, the strained sound that escaped David's throat as he was freed from his clothing. "There you go," Connie murmured, and David groaned, loud, unable to help himself. "Quiet now," she said, teasing.
"Let him hear," David said, but he didn't raise his voice above a low rasp, some urge to discretion still present.
"Yeah, you'd like that," Connie said. "Do you want him to see too? You're not very subtle, mister." David huffed out a laugh that slid into a groan of pleasure.
"Mmmm, he's handsome," David said breathlessly, "I have eyes and a working brain."
Tom swallowed thickly, heart racing. This - this was different. He'd stumbled across them a few times before when he was looking for Connie, and he'd never interrupted anything more than passionate kissing and a bit of heavy petting. He had a working set of eyes and brain too, and the idea that David might want him - if he hadn't just come he'd probably be standing at attention.
"Incorrigible," Connie said fondly. "I don't know if I should be glad you're getting along well enough you want to tumble Tom into bed or offended."
"You know I'd never act on it without your say so," David panted. "Whether you want in or not."
"We're not sleeping with my boss," Connie said firmly, and David grunted.
"Well definitely not while he's your boss, or my boss. But he's not going to be President forever," David said, then moaned. "Yeah, like that, please."
"Go on, come for me," Connie said. David whimpered, then let out a shuddering moan, clearly trying to choke down the sound of his release. "And as for Tom, well. I have eyes and a working brain too. Let's figure out what we're doing ourselves before we talk too seriously about bringing in a third."
There was the wet sound of kissing, and Tom didn't know whether to curse or bless Connie's pragmatism. Sleeping with her and David - it wasn't a great idea at the moment, Tom knew that. That didn't make it any less appealing. He cleaned himself and tucked himself away, and about an hour later, David slouched against his doorframe and asked Tom to join him and Connie for a dinner.
Tom licked his lips and watched David's dark, intent eyes track the motion of his tongue. He nodded, and stood, not disguising his need to adjust himself. David's gaze managed to get even more intense at that, his sensuous mouth curling slightly. David didn't retreat as Tom approached to door, and Tom was reminded that David was both taller than him and broader across the shoulders. Desire curled hot and fierce in Tom's loins as he drew closer, until their chests were practically touching.
"Hungry?" Tom asked, voice coming out low and rasping with lust. He meant to just rest his hand on David's broad shoulder, but he found himself trailing his fingers up David's lean, half-bared chest instead.
"Starving," David said, his voice just as low and hungry. One of those big hands settled on Tom's waist, curling around his side and pulling him in. Tom's breath caught.
"This is a bad idea," Tom said even as he let himself be pressed against David. He tilted up his head and leaned in just a little, waiting to see what David would do. He couldn't initiate. That didn't mean he wanted this to stop, no matter how unwise it might be.
"Terrible idea," David said, flashing a crooked smile. He closed the meagre distance between them, taking Tom's mouth in a searing kiss. Tom moaned, melting against David, letting the taller man hold him up.
"So good," Tom gasped when they parted to breathe. David let out a low rumbling chuckle, his big hand kneading Tom's ass.
"Terrible," David insisted, that soft fondness in his tone that Tom had thought reserved solely for Connie.
"I leave you alone for two minutes," Connie groused behind David, and David grinned.
"When has impulse control ever been my strong suit?" David asked, looking back at Connie over his shoulder. She huffed out a laugh and pushed past him, dark eyes assessing as she looked Tom over. Tom was certain she could see how exhausted he was, but also how much he wanted this, wanted them both.
"This is such a bad idea," Connie said, and then she was cupping Tom's cheek and pulling him down into a sweet, tentative kiss. Tom moaned helplessly, David holding him up as Connie deepened the kiss. Tom let her control it, panting into her mouth.
"Look so good," David murmured in Tom's ear, then kissed the skin of his neck just below. Tom whimpered, tearing his mouth from Connie's as he gasped for air. Connie's lips worked down his throat, her clever fingers opening his collar so she could suck gently at the tender skin over his pulse.
"Yes, yes, please," Tom begged. David shifted, pressing close behind him. Tom whimpered, feeling David's cock hot and hard against his ass. While Tom had always been equal opportunity in his attraction, he'd fallen for Marilyn and devoted himself to her before he'd ever experimented with men. David's hand curled over his hip, stopping just short of brushing long Tom's thickening cock. "Please," Tom repeated, low and husky. Long fingers cupped him, teasing him to full hardness.
"You ever done this with a man before?" David asked, fondling him gently.
"No," Tom admitted, his earlier thoughts returning. "Always - always knew I was attracted to both, but I didn't feel safe to fool around before I met Marilyn, and then once I did - once I was with Marilyn I didn't stray."
"Never apologized for that, did I?" David asked, brushing a soft kiss over the cheek he'd once punched.
"You have the worst sense of timing," Connie sighed against Tom's neck, and Tom chuckled. He didn't pull from their embrace, instead pulling Connie in to nuzzle at her hair.
"Maybe, but-" Tom said, and behind him, David sighed, likely guessing what Tom was about to say. "We can't do this," Tom said regretfully. "I want you both. Badly. But I also I know I haven't really mourned Marilyn yet, and I - I can't give you what you both deserve right now. This isn't - it isn't a no. It's a not now."
"I can be patient," David said, soft and utterly certain. His hand retreated from Tom's flagging cock.
"Not very, but he can," Connie said, fond and teasing. She pressed a lingering kiss to Tom's cheek. "Let's cool down a bit, have dinner," she suggested, ever the voice of reason. Tom nodded, and the three of them regretfully broke apart, hands lingering, trailing, none of them wanting to let go now that they'd broken open the seal on their desire.
Tom went to wash up, cupping his cock through the fatigues he'd been wearing. Most of the men still on the base, even the civilians, were as likely to be in battle dress as street clothes, and Tom could admit the uniform looked fantastic on David, who didn't seem to ever button his shirt up past mid-chest.
Mouth dry and mind probably not quite where it should have been, Tom wandered back to his office. Connie, he knew, didn't have any chairs in hers other than her desk chair. She said it was to discourage bothersome guests. Tom thought that was probably an excuse to disguise her soft heart, giving the chairs to others who might need them more. When they ate together - and this wouldn't be the first time the three of them had - they ate in Tom's office, with its larger desk and cadre of chairs.
David was already there, leaning loose limbed against the desk. Tom swallowed thickly, letting his eyes openly run up those long long legs, narrow hips, leanly muscled torso, and broad shoulders. By the time Tom's gaze reached David's face, David was wearing a heated smirk. Tom couldn't even blame him. David was a fine looking man, and they both knew it.
"Mr. President," David greeted, his voice a low rasp, and Tom rolled his eyes and grinned even as his cock twitched against his thigh.
"Tease," Tom returned, and David laughed. It was a warm sound that insinuated itself between Tom's lungs, and it was part of what made this so dangerous. Tom felt far more than simple lust for both David and Connie, and he didn't know if he was ready, or strong enough, to be in love again. Not when he'd only lost Marilyn a few weeks before. They were full, chaotic weeks that had demanded every bit of Tom. He hadn't had time to grieve, not really, not after those first few hours when he couldn't push the emotions aside in favour of duty.
Something of Tom's thoughts must have shown on his face, because David straightened up and grew serious, stepping forward to cup those big, strong hands around Tom's shoulders.
"Tell me to stop teasing, and it stops," David said firmly, no question of how serious he was. "We all agreed this isn't the time for more, and I know there isn't a boundary I've found that I don't want to push. But I don't want to push you away either. I hurt you before, you and Connie both, because of my jealousy and insecurities. I'd like to think I've gotten better, but that doesn't mean I'm good at any of this. Connie and I are still figuring out how to we fit together. Adding you in, if you want that-"
"It makes it harder," Tom cut in, leaning in to rest his forehead on David's collarbone. He could smell David's sweat, the musk of his earlier tryst with Connie.
"Maybe harder," David acquiesced. One of his hands slid up Tom's shoulder to curl across the back of his neck. Tom let out a shuddering breath and stepped closer, into David's arms. David made a soft little gutted sound and wrapped Tom into a warm embrace. "Certainly more complex, given - everything," David said low and sincere, even as he drastically understated their situation, "but so worth it."
Tom felt the gentle pressure against his scalp of David kissing his hair. He sighed and sagged even closer, not caring for he moment, that his exhaustion was on full display. He'd barely slept these past weeks, pulled in every direction. And even when he did have time to close his eyes, his mind was haunted with nightmares. Some were mere flashes of terror, others drawn out creeping horrors, pulling him under until he felt like he was drowning. He wasn't feeling worth such devotion at the moment, but he still craved it. David's strength and resourcefulness had become one of his own pillars of strength since the invasion, even before they'd set aside their past disagreements.
"Am I interrupting something?" Connie asked as she entered the room some time later. Tom startled - he hadn't heard the telltale click of her heels as she approached, and he'd nearly fallen asleep snuggled against David's chest. Her tone was teasing rather than accusative, so Tom didn't think she truly minded, although his brain was still sluggish.
"Easy," David murmured, fingers combing through Tom's hair. Tom realized he'd been doing that a while, just letting him rest and giving him the comfort he craved. Tom flushed slightly, tilting up his head. David looked down at him, a question in his dark eyes.
"I want it," Tom said, reiterating his desire. "But I -"
"We know," Connie said, closer now. She added herself deftly into their embrace. "We need to figure it out. But can it please wait until after dinner?"
The tension broke, as Connie had surely intended, and they separated with a laugh. David's stomach even audibly grumbled, as if on cue.
"Did you skip lunch?" Connie asked accusingly, sitting down and helping herself to one of the warmed MREs.
David smiled and shrugged guiltily, and Tom settled into a seat, relaxing as David and Connie playfully bickered. There was heat there, but no anger, only caring and subsumed desire. Tom smiled, letting their heat warm him. It wasn't the right time, not yet. But they'd fought their way through the worst, and Tom had to hope that a better future was ahead.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Independence Day (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: David Levinson/Constance Spano, David Levinson/Constance Spano/Tom Whitmore
Characters: David Levinson, Constance Spano, Tom Whitmore
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Getting Back Together, Polyamory Negotiations, Complicated Relationships, Recovery, Grief/Mourning, minor voyeurism, minor exhibitionism, connie insisted on being the voice of reason and she's not wrong, tom's not ready yet even though he wants to be in the middle of a connie and david sandwich
Summary:
All three of them having working eyes and brains. That doesn't mean now is the right time.
aka i watched a 1990s-200s movie and once again needed to end with a threesome because it's always better when everyone is bi and poly.
Tom didn't mean to eavesdrop on Connie and David, but the close quarters of the base made it all but impossible not to overhear them. After the relief, and the grief, and yes, the partying, Tom had officially made Connie his Chief of Staff, and asked David on as a science and tech advisor. It meant he'd gotten to know David pretty well, after the past few chaotic weeks. He'd felt like he'd already known Connie quite well, but he was seeing a new side of her too, and realizing he'd never seen her as truly, incandescently happy as David often made her. Nor as enraged.
It started with David - his gait familiar by now, subconsciously filed in Tom's mind as someone safe - slouching into Connie's office. A tense silence settled. Tom tried to focus on his work, he really did, there was more than enough of it to get through before they could even get to the rebuilding phase. But that sort of silence between those two often preceded explosions of passion. It was a fifty-fifty split whether the passion would be sexual or furious.
"I uh - I was hoping you might grab dinner with me," David said, more subdued than Tom thought he'd ever heard the man.
The tension managed to ratchet up a notch.
"But ah, I probably should have asked first," David said, tone sliding almost into morose.
Tom could almost pity the man. He'd long ago gotten over the sucker-punch David had dealt him. He wasn't quite as forgiving of David's mistrust of Connie, who was one of the most trustworthy, principled people Tom had ever known. That lack of trust had been one of the death knells of their marriage, Tom knew. Connie had done her best not to show how affected she was by her crumbling relationship, but Tom knew how hard it had been for her.
Connie didn't respond verbally to David, but Tom could perfectly imagine the arch of one of her dark brows.
"I could grab us something from the mess and bring it back here?" David offered hopefully. "It would take me a bit, give you some time to wind down what you're working on?"
Tom couldn't help a soft little smile at that. He had to give it to David on effort, the man really was trying. He clearly didn't want the second chance Connie had given him to slip through his fingers. And Connie could certainly do worse. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman, and she deserved someone who worshipped her. David adored her, that was clear to everyone who saw them together. But as Connie had said before, the problems between her and David had never been about love. Insecurities on both sides had got in the way, even before David's violent jealousy shattered any chance of reconciliation.
"That would be great," Connie admitted. Tom knew she was trying to disguise her exhaustion, but it crept through in her voice.
"Alright," David said, voice warming. "I'll bring something for the boss too."
"You know he doesn't expect that," Connie said, her own voice going soft and warm with affection. Tom knew some of that warmth was for him, and it warmed him in turn. There were few people he loved or trusted more than Connie, after all they'd been through together.
"I know, but it isn't any trouble," David said. "He overworks himself as bad as you do." His voice was almost as affectionate as Connie's, and most of that, Tom thought, was for Connie. But he couldn't help but hope some was for him too. Tom felt his cheeks heat a bit at both the affection and the concern, because it was unfortunately true. There was just so much to do.
"Which means we work almost as much as you," Connie teased.
"Guilty," David agreed, voice still so affectionate it only made Tom's blush deepen and his heart ache. "You're the one who wanted me to find some ambition," he teased, and Connie let out an audible huff of mingled amusement and annoyance.
"It wasn't ambition you needed, it was purpose," Connie argued, with the tone of someone repeating themself.
"And I told you, I always had a purpose," David said, voice dropping into a downright seductive register.
"David," Connie breathed out, and Tom hardened. He'd seen them in this phase more than once, David's dark eyes intent, his lean body angling toward Connie as he were a plant, and she was the sun. Connie would be wide eyed, lips parted and glistening. They were a damned attractive couple, and the desire between them couldn't be denied.
Tom heard them kiss, Connie moaning softly into it, the wet slide of lips and tongues, gasping breaths, rustling clothes.
"Quiet now," David said in that low, bedroom rumble. "Your boss is just next door."
"You like that, don't you?" Connie gasped out, voice soft and strained with need. "Like the idea that Tom could hear us, hear how good you are to me."
Dave let out a wordless sound of pleasure in response, and Tom's cock throbbed. He bit his lip, letting his hand settle against his groin. He pressed his hips up, humping against his palm. At the moment, he neither knew nor cared about why or if David was purposefully seducing Connie where Tom could overhear. He hadn't gotten hard since Marilyn's death, between grief and stress and exhaustion. He was going to take this as a gift, even if he might regret it later when he had to look David and Connie in the eye and remember the soft, sweet sounds of their kissing, their gasping, heated breaths.
"And you don't?" David asked. Tom heard Connie's chair move, and then she was hissing.
"David, if-" Connie started, then cut off with a sharp gasp that trailed into a tremulous moan. There was a wet noise, not unlike kissing, and then Connie let out another choked, wavering moan. "You're impossible," she said, fond and soft, then moaned. She was clearly trying to keep quiet, even as the wet sucking sounds increased in intensity. "Yeah, there, there, you're so good at this, God, your mouth," she babbled, whimpering.
Tom's cock jumped against his palm as he realized he was hearing David eat Connie out. Lower moans interspersed with lewd slurping joined Connie's soft, breathless yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, David, yeah. Tom opened his flies and took himself in hand, ears straining now as he tried to follow their rhythm. The memory of David's hands, broad and strong and capable, and David's mouth, skilled and sensuous, flashed through his mind, and Tom bit his lip to silence a moan.
"So good," Connie said quietly, then let out a tremulous, crescendoing moan. "That's it, mmmm, clean me up, hmmm?" she asked breathlessly after a moment.
Tom came with a stifled grunt as he realized Connie had come, coating his palm. Would David jerk off on his knees in front of Connie? Show her how eager he was for her? Would he put himself away hard, wait until tonight and fuck Connie in their cramped little cot? Show her he was willing to wait? Would he jerk off in one of the restrooms, so Connie could get back to work? The possibilities made Tom's spent cock twitch in his hand.
"So good for me," Connie said, warm and relaxed.
"Anything for you," David breathed, voice thin and strained. He was still hard, Tom would bet on it.
"I know," Connie said fondly. "You want a hand with that?" She asked, and David's low groan sounded almost as much like pain as pleasure.
"Please," David said.
"Come here," Connie invited, and there was no mistaking the rasp of a zipper being undone, the strained sound that escaped David's throat as he was freed from his clothing. "There you go," Connie murmured, and David groaned, loud, unable to help himself. "Quiet now," she said, teasing.
"Let him hear," David said, but he didn't raise his voice above a low rasp, some urge to discretion still present.
"Yeah, you'd like that," Connie said. "Do you want him to see too? You're not very subtle, mister." David huffed out a laugh that slid into a groan of pleasure.
"Mmmm, he's handsome," David said breathlessly, "I have eyes and a working brain."
Tom swallowed thickly, heart racing. This - this was different. He'd stumbled across them a few times before when he was looking for Connie, and he'd never interrupted anything more than passionate kissing and a bit of heavy petting. He had a working set of eyes and brain too, and the idea that David might want him - if he hadn't just come he'd probably be standing at attention.
"Incorrigible," Connie said fondly. "I don't know if I should be glad you're getting along well enough you want to tumble Tom into bed or offended."
"You know I'd never act on it without your say so," David panted. "Whether you want in or not."
"We're not sleeping with my boss," Connie said firmly, and David grunted.
"Well definitely not while he's your boss, or my boss. But he's not going to be President forever," David said, then moaned. "Yeah, like that, please."
"Go on, come for me," Connie said. David whimpered, then let out a shuddering moan, clearly trying to choke down the sound of his release. "And as for Tom, well. I have eyes and a working brain too. Let's figure out what we're doing ourselves before we talk too seriously about bringing in a third."
There was the wet sound of kissing, and Tom didn't know whether to curse or bless Connie's pragmatism. Sleeping with her and David - it wasn't a great idea at the moment, Tom knew that. That didn't make it any less appealing. He cleaned himself and tucked himself away, and about an hour later, David slouched against his doorframe and asked Tom to join him and Connie for a dinner.
Tom licked his lips and watched David's dark, intent eyes track the motion of his tongue. He nodded, and stood, not disguising his need to adjust himself. David's gaze managed to get even more intense at that, his sensuous mouth curling slightly. David didn't retreat as Tom approached to door, and Tom was reminded that David was both taller than him and broader across the shoulders. Desire curled hot and fierce in Tom's loins as he drew closer, until their chests were practically touching.
"Hungry?" Tom asked, voice coming out low and rasping with lust. He meant to just rest his hand on David's broad shoulder, but he found himself trailing his fingers up David's lean, half-bared chest instead.
"Starving," David said, his voice just as low and hungry. One of those big hands settled on Tom's waist, curling around his side and pulling him in. Tom's breath caught.
"This is a bad idea," Tom said even as he let himself be pressed against David. He tilted up his head and leaned in just a little, waiting to see what David would do. He couldn't initiate. That didn't mean he wanted this to stop, no matter how unwise it might be.
"Terrible idea," David said, flashing a crooked smile. He closed the meagre distance between them, taking Tom's mouth in a searing kiss. Tom moaned, melting against David, letting the taller man hold him up.
"So good," Tom gasped when they parted to breathe. David let out a low rumbling chuckle, his big hand kneading Tom's ass.
"Terrible," David insisted, that soft fondness in his tone that Tom had thought reserved solely for Connie.
"I leave you alone for two minutes," Connie groused behind David, and David grinned.
"When has impulse control ever been my strong suit?" David asked, looking back at Connie over his shoulder. She huffed out a laugh and pushed past him, dark eyes assessing as she looked Tom over. Tom was certain she could see how exhausted he was, but also how much he wanted this, wanted them both.
"This is such a bad idea," Connie said, and then she was cupping Tom's cheek and pulling him down into a sweet, tentative kiss. Tom moaned helplessly, David holding him up as Connie deepened the kiss. Tom let her control it, panting into her mouth.
"Look so good," David murmured in Tom's ear, then kissed the skin of his neck just below. Tom whimpered, tearing his mouth from Connie's as he gasped for air. Connie's lips worked down his throat, her clever fingers opening his collar so she could suck gently at the tender skin over his pulse.
"Yes, yes, please," Tom begged. David shifted, pressing close behind him. Tom whimpered, feeling David's cock hot and hard against his ass. While Tom had always been equal opportunity in his attraction, he'd fallen for Marilyn and devoted himself to her before he'd ever experimented with men. David's hand curled over his hip, stopping just short of brushing long Tom's thickening cock. "Please," Tom repeated, low and husky. Long fingers cupped him, teasing him to full hardness.
"You ever done this with a man before?" David asked, fondling him gently.
"No," Tom admitted, his earlier thoughts returning. "Always - always knew I was attracted to both, but I didn't feel safe to fool around before I met Marilyn, and then once I did - once I was with Marilyn I didn't stray."
"Never apologized for that, did I?" David asked, brushing a soft kiss over the cheek he'd once punched.
"You have the worst sense of timing," Connie sighed against Tom's neck, and Tom chuckled. He didn't pull from their embrace, instead pulling Connie in to nuzzle at her hair.
"Maybe, but-" Tom said, and behind him, David sighed, likely guessing what Tom was about to say. "We can't do this," Tom said regretfully. "I want you both. Badly. But I also I know I haven't really mourned Marilyn yet, and I - I can't give you what you both deserve right now. This isn't - it isn't a no. It's a not now."
"I can be patient," David said, soft and utterly certain. His hand retreated from Tom's flagging cock.
"Not very, but he can," Connie said, fond and teasing. She pressed a lingering kiss to Tom's cheek. "Let's cool down a bit, have dinner," she suggested, ever the voice of reason. Tom nodded, and the three of them regretfully broke apart, hands lingering, trailing, none of them wanting to let go now that they'd broken open the seal on their desire.
Tom went to wash up, cupping his cock through the fatigues he'd been wearing. Most of the men still on the base, even the civilians, were as likely to be in battle dress as street clothes, and Tom could admit the uniform looked fantastic on David, who didn't seem to ever button his shirt up past mid-chest.
Mouth dry and mind probably not quite where it should have been, Tom wandered back to his office. Connie, he knew, didn't have any chairs in hers other than her desk chair. She said it was to discourage bothersome guests. Tom thought that was probably an excuse to disguise her soft heart, giving the chairs to others who might need them more. When they ate together - and this wouldn't be the first time the three of them had - they ate in Tom's office, with its larger desk and cadre of chairs.
David was already there, leaning loose limbed against the desk. Tom swallowed thickly, letting his eyes openly run up those long long legs, narrow hips, leanly muscled torso, and broad shoulders. By the time Tom's gaze reached David's face, David was wearing a heated smirk. Tom couldn't even blame him. David was a fine looking man, and they both knew it.
"Mr. President," David greeted, his voice a low rasp, and Tom rolled his eyes and grinned even as his cock twitched against his thigh.
"Tease," Tom returned, and David laughed. It was a warm sound that insinuated itself between Tom's lungs, and it was part of what made this so dangerous. Tom felt far more than simple lust for both David and Connie, and he didn't know if he was ready, or strong enough, to be in love again. Not when he'd only lost Marilyn a few weeks before. They were full, chaotic weeks that had demanded every bit of Tom. He hadn't had time to grieve, not really, not after those first few hours when he couldn't push the emotions aside in favour of duty.
Something of Tom's thoughts must have shown on his face, because David straightened up and grew serious, stepping forward to cup those big, strong hands around Tom's shoulders.
"Tell me to stop teasing, and it stops," David said firmly, no question of how serious he was. "We all agreed this isn't the time for more, and I know there isn't a boundary I've found that I don't want to push. But I don't want to push you away either. I hurt you before, you and Connie both, because of my jealousy and insecurities. I'd like to think I've gotten better, but that doesn't mean I'm good at any of this. Connie and I are still figuring out how to we fit together. Adding you in, if you want that-"
"It makes it harder," Tom cut in, leaning in to rest his forehead on David's collarbone. He could smell David's sweat, the musk of his earlier tryst with Connie.
"Maybe harder," David acquiesced. One of his hands slid up Tom's shoulder to curl across the back of his neck. Tom let out a shuddering breath and stepped closer, into David's arms. David made a soft little gutted sound and wrapped Tom into a warm embrace. "Certainly more complex, given - everything," David said low and sincere, even as he drastically understated their situation, "but so worth it."
Tom felt the gentle pressure against his scalp of David kissing his hair. He sighed and sagged even closer, not caring for he moment, that his exhaustion was on full display. He'd barely slept these past weeks, pulled in every direction. And even when he did have time to close his eyes, his mind was haunted with nightmares. Some were mere flashes of terror, others drawn out creeping horrors, pulling him under until he felt like he was drowning. He wasn't feeling worth such devotion at the moment, but he still craved it. David's strength and resourcefulness had become one of his own pillars of strength since the invasion, even before they'd set aside their past disagreements.
"Am I interrupting something?" Connie asked as she entered the room some time later. Tom startled - he hadn't heard the telltale click of her heels as she approached, and he'd nearly fallen asleep snuggled against David's chest. Her tone was teasing rather than accusative, so Tom didn't think she truly minded, although his brain was still sluggish.
"Easy," David murmured, fingers combing through Tom's hair. Tom realized he'd been doing that a while, just letting him rest and giving him the comfort he craved. Tom flushed slightly, tilting up his head. David looked down at him, a question in his dark eyes.
"I want it," Tom said, reiterating his desire. "But I -"
"We know," Connie said, closer now. She added herself deftly into their embrace. "We need to figure it out. But can it please wait until after dinner?"
The tension broke, as Connie had surely intended, and they separated with a laugh. David's stomach even audibly grumbled, as if on cue.
"Did you skip lunch?" Connie asked accusingly, sitting down and helping herself to one of the warmed MREs.
David smiled and shrugged guiltily, and Tom settled into a seat, relaxing as David and Connie playfully bickered. There was heat there, but no anger, only caring and subsumed desire. Tom smiled, letting their heat warm him. It wasn't the right time, not yet. But they'd fought their way through the worst, and Tom had to hope that a better future was ahead.
