Tess O-Meter -- Amber.
You can dip in and out of this unexpected series, but for a richer read and character development they are best when read in the order of writing. Broadway Lust Story, Broadway Love Story, Broadway Luck Story, Broadway Beginnings, Broadway Bust, Broadway to Vegas and Broadway Betrayal.
Warning: This story may contain triggers for people being investigated or treated for ill health. Please proceed with caution if that may be you.
-X
Ty came in from his run to find Tony, who had not very politely insisted that Ty proceed without him this morning, now awake and in the bathroom.
He sidled up behind Tony who was cleaning his shaver in the sink, having just completed what he called his rough shave.
The character that Tony played in the show had the scruffy look, so it had been quite some time since Ty had seen Tony clean shaven. Probably his guest spot at Engagement Las Vegas. Tony usually only shaved for special occasions.
"Are we awake now, Mr Grumpy in the mornings?" Ty asked as he rubbed his own scruff on Tony's shoulder.
Tony rinsed bristles down the sink, an amused smile on his face. "Give a man time to get a coffee," he mumbled.
"Well I wanted to talk to you. Hey, what's this," Ty asked suddenly distracted.
"What?"
"This bruise on the back of your arm?" Ty gently brushed his fingers over the dark mark above Tony's elbow.
Tony just shrugged, "Just me being clumsy, I guess."
"You've been clumsy a lot recently."
"Well I have a physical job, Ty," Tony pointed out. As if Ty didn't know very well. He turned, "What did you want to talk about?"
But Ty was distracted again. Having belatedly registered the fact that Tony was very, very naked.
"Hmmmm? Oh, later. It can wait," Ty muttered and sank to his knees.
"Ty, God sake. I want coffohholyshit!" Tony's knees nearly buckled as Ty swallowed him deep. He grabbed the sink edge for support.
"Whoa."
Ty pulled slowly back, sucking hard all the way, Tony's cock falling from his mouth with a little popping sound. "Did you wish to make a request?"
Tony waved vaguely at the bedroom, quickly grabbing the sink again as the soft little kisses Ty was placing on his cock head were making his legs shake.
Ty shook his head at the mute suggestion. "Nah, I'm rank. Need a shower. I'll just wake you up a bit." He suctioned Tony back in, his tongue swirling and pressing. Just a hint of teeth, because it was fun when Tony got nervous.
"Fuck. Ty." Tony wanted to slide his fingers into Ty's hair, but all his energy had drained into his dick and he didn't want to fall. Bathrooms are dangerous places. He just gripped the sink and let Ty worship his cock.
Sometimes Ty liked to let Tony deepthroat and choke him, but he wasn't in the mood today so although he swallowed deep, it was a brief caress and mixed with licks, kisses and nibbles.
He heard Tony's breath start to catch and knew he was getting close.
"Ty. Ty, I'm."
"Uh, hmmm," Ty mumbled with his mouth full. Sucking hard as Tony flooded into his mouth. Continuing to suck and massage with his tongue until Tony let out a high pitched giggle.
"Ahh, Shit, Ty. Please."
Ty let Tony's oversensitive cock fall from his mouth and kissed his quivering thighs before he stood and taking Tony's face in his hands, kissed him deep.
"You taste good, Baby."
Tony rubbed his cheek against Ty's for a moment, his eyes still closed. Then he pulled back and looked at Ty lovingly. "You're not wrong about needing that shower."
Ty burst out laughing, unoffended. He was hardly going to be sweet-smelling after a five mile run.
"Put the coffee on then. I won't be long." He turned to watch Tony walk into the bedroom, Tony's naked ass from behind was one of his favourite views, then stepped into the shower. Soaping himself thoroughly and making do with a quick jerk off. He wanted coffee too.
Less than ten minutes later, hair still dripping onto his shoulders (he had just dragged sweatpants on for now), he sipped gratefully and eyed Tony who was spreading jelly on toast.
"Thanks," he said as Tony passed some toast over, before sitting with his own.
They munched contentedly for a while. Sipping coffee. Tony flicking through the paper that Ty had picked up for him and stealing glances at Ty's damp, bare chest.
Ty making notes on a pad and getting his thoughts in order for the day. While enjoying the way the sun came through the window and picked up some red in Tony's thick, dark blonde hair.
They had settled well into this amazing apartment. Cal and Frank were charging them the same rent they had been paying in Brooklyn, which was ridiculous given they were now in the heart of the theater district.
They were saving a fortune on travel, being able to walk most places. And Ty hadn't got bogged down, living above where he worked (the club was in the basement). As he spent plenty of time every day out at the gym, or dance class. And also around the city watching other people's performances, for inspiration, and looking for talent.
Tony was now into his second year at Empty Nights, which was still sold out most nights. No empty seats at Empty Nights, being the popular refrain.
Most of the cast had stayed put. Even Isabel staying for a second year, which was unusual given she was in such high demand. "I'm having too much fun," she had told Ty. "I don't want to go yet."
Still, there had been a few new cast members, which was extra rehearsal for the whole cast and longer days. Ty leaned his chin in his hand and studied Tony critically. He did look a bit tired.
Tony finished with his paper and looked up, finding Ty observing him intently.
"Problem?" he asked.
"Have you dropped some weight?" Ty asked, getting back to the question he had intended to ask earlier.
"Oh, well, yea. A bit," Tony admitted, avoiding Ty's eyes. "It's been busy you know. With the changes at work."
"How much have you lost?"
Tony winced. "About 5lbs."
"About?"
"Okay. 5lbs," he admitted.
Ty frowned. It wasn't a lot in itself. But for a dancer who was already honed down to his heathy limit it was quite a lot.
A lot of dancers were technically underweight, but Tony and Ty both had athletic builds so couldn't get away with that, and Ty didn't approve anyway. Tony was naturally smaller and more slender, but even so.
"You never did go back for that check up with Dr Miles did you?"
Tony had seen the doctor some time previously and had been told to make an appointment in six months for a follow up, but things had been so much better by then he hadn't bothered.
"No, I've been thinking I should. I just keep forgetting."
Ty thought. The follow up would be about four months overdue now. "Give me your phone."
Tony handed it over and Ty efficiently went through Tony's security questions, then into the his email for the link. Inputting all of Tony's personal details he highlighted an appointment on the upcoming Thursday. Tony had no show that day, but Ty was busy. He picked the Friday instead.
"Friday, 11am. I'll come with you and we can go to the zoo afterwards." Ty sneakily disguised his desire to go with Tony as a trip out.
"If he does another prostate exam, you're buying me ice cream at the zoo."
Ty huffed out a laugh as he handed Tony his phone back. "It's a deal."
-X
The following afternoon Ty had just finished rehearsing a new routine with some of the dancers down in the club.
He glugged some water and made some notes, pleased with how well it was going.
Suddenly a small, curvy body pressed against his back and arms wrapped around him. He turned quickly with surprised pleasure and hugged Polly close.
"Hey, Polls. What are you doing here?"
"Needed a Ty fix," she said hugging him back.
Polly was one of his closest friends, really more like a sister, but he had only seen her yesterday when he was at the theater. He pulled back and tipped her chin up.
"Everything okay? You need me to beat someone up for you?"
Polly laughed, "I haven't got man trouble." But then she sobered. "Ty, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, you wanna come upstairs?"
"Is Tony home?"
Ty glanced at his watch. "He should be."
"Can we go somewhere else?"
Puzzled, Ty agreed and they walked a few blocks to a café that specialized in tea.
Polly sat in a quiet corner with her Earl Grey, which Ty had previously tried and thought both tasted and smelled like cat pee.
He sipped his coffee while Polly explained that she was worried about Tony. He didn't seem himself and didn't have his usual energy. Sometimes struggling on a matinee day.
"He's fine on stage," she said. "Amazing as always, but there's nothing left over. He walks offstage like a zombie. Like he's completely exhausted. Occasionally he doesn't bother showering before he leaves, and that's really unlike him. I think he's lost some weight."
She paused as Ty nodded. "He has. We were just discussing that this morning. He's dropped 5lbs."
Polly's eyes widened, then she leant forward. "A couple of nights ago he stumbled slightly when he had me in a lift. I thought he was going to drop me, it scared the shit out of me and he was so upset afterwards. And did you know he's taken to napping in between shows on matinee days?"
"Napping!" Ty was shocked.
She nodded. "I've started checking, to make sure he's awake in time. A couple of times I've had to wake him and he's been really groggy."
Ty sat for a few moments as Polly waited patiently, knowing he was thinking things through.
He realized, as the slight discomfort that had pushed him to book an appointment he could attend upgraded itself to concern, that things had slipped a bit recently.
A few dance classes missed. Tony grabbing take-out more often when it was his turn to cook. Skipping the gym, or not wanting to get up for a run.
Ty hadn't really clocked it, he was busy himself, but thinking back there was a definite change over the last couple of months.
"I booked him a follow up with the doctor he saw last year. I'll go with him. I'll make sure the doctor is aware of everything you've just told me."
"I don't like sneaking around behind his back, but I'm worried and Tony mostly just brushes it off."
