Broadway Fantasy

Tess O-Meter -- Green.

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.

Therefore, I would suggest, if you enjoy this, then go back to the beginning.

Correct order is, Broadway Lust Story, Broadway Love Story, Broadway Luck Story, Broadway Beginnings, Broadway Bust, Broadway to Vegas, Broadway Betrayal, Broadway Battle, Broadway Break, Broadway Threat, Broadway Baby, Broadway Darling, Broadway Moves, and Broadway Fantasy.

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Ty pouted and wiped the already clean counter.

Catching sight of himself in the window, the darkness outside reflecting his grumpy face back at him, he pulled a face at his image and then went right on pouting.

A man was entitled to sulk on his birthday when he was alone, and had been alone for (Ty glanced at his watch again), fifty-six minutes.

The day had started off well. Ty had woken slowly to the delicious feel of Tony nuzzling at him under the covers. Tony's cute nose and soft lips nudging at the crease between his thigh and ball sac. Then little licky daps of Tony's warm tongue lapping against him.

Ty had moaned and opened himself up to show he was awake. Gasping as Tony immediately took him deep into the hot wet of his mouth. Pretty awesome way to start the day.

And it was Monday, so Tony didn't have to work.

Once Ty's head stopped spinning and he had received his first 'Good morning, happy birthday' kisses. They had pulled on sweats and headed out for a run.

Three miles only, as Tony was running too. But that was fine. They staggered back and into separate showers, in case they accidently drowned each other. Ty had come out with still damp hair to the smoke alarm's scream echoing and a cloud of noxious fumes.

Tony was scraping the burnt eggs into the waste disposal. Sending a 'don't you dare' look at Ty when he sniggered.

Tony could cook. He didn't have Ty's special touch, but he could cook just fine.

Just not eggs.

Ty pressed up behind him and gave him a friendly squeeze. "Diner?"

"Yay!" Tony agreed and happily abandoned the blackened pan.

After a large and excessively luxurious late breakfast at their favourite diner, they had staggered back to the apartment and flaked on the couch. Snuggling and kissing, until they both fell into a food induced doze.

Waking late afternoon, Tony had stripped and worshiped Ty until he was breathless and weak.

It had been the perfect lazy birthday. Until Frank called at twenty to seven and asked to borrow Ty.

"Sorry, honey. I know it's your birthday an'all, but I just need you in on this conversation. Won't keep you long."

Ty didn't mind really, but the ten minute conversation with him, Frank, and Gul over in San Francisco, really hadn't been that important.

Then Frank had cracked his ribs in a birthday hug before letting him free to run back upstairs to Tony.

Only Tony had gone.

Ty had been set up.

In his place were some lovely flowers, a subway, and a note advising him to shower, get handsomer (was handsomer even a word?) and be ready to be collected at eight.

Ty checked the whole apartment, including the wardrobe just in case, before dialling Tony. Starting to speak the second the call connected.

"Baby, get back here. My tongue. Your ass. Get back here."

"Oh wow. That sounds amazing," said a voice that wasn't Tony's. "Can I take a rain-check, Ty?" That was followed by giggling, and Ty recognised the giggle as his friend Billy.

"Shit, sorry Billy. Where's Tony?"

"Not telling," but Billy had clearly just whispered what Ty had said and he could hear Tony laughing in the background, and the sounds of a car.

"Billy!"

"Nope. It's your birthday surprise. Go get ready. You'll be collected by a tall, dark, handsome stranger at eight and all will be revealed. Only he's blonde, and you know him, but he's definitely handsome. Bye."

Ty scowled at his phone. Then nearly dropped it when it pinged.

'Smart casual,' he read, and rolling his eyes had gone to get ready as instructed.

But now it was (he checked again), seven-fifty-eight and he wanted answers.

Ty looked up from his watch at a sharp rap on his door. Jogging over he opened it and glared at Adam. His ex, and Billy's boyfriend.

"Ohhhhh. Looking sharp, Ty." Adam grinned and strolled in forcing Ty back, giving his button down a tug. "But you need to change your top." He headed towards the flowers. "These are nice. They look like something picked at midnight, under a full moon, from a witches garden."

Ty couldn't help but smile. "Yea, they're pretty. Adam, what's going on?"

"You're changing your top," Adam replied, looking Ty up and down, suddenly inspired. "Where's that almost sheer top you have. The sleeveless one, it's like a really dark teal. Like a tease. That'll work."

Ty followed where Adam had walked into the bedroom and was waiting expectantly. "Wardrobe, maybe." Then he shook his head as Adam just dived in.

"No. No. Okay, that's not yours. Oh, here you go." Adam's head reappeared and the top with him. He held it out and then went back to rooting in the wardrobe.

"What are you waiting for?" Adam asked, when he came back out with a light leather jacket.

"You to leave, so I can change," Ty stated, and then narrowed his eyes when Adam burst out laughing.

"What? Ty, are you shy? Really. You've had your dick in my ass. I've had mine in yours on occasion. And now you're too shy to take your shirt off?" He clutched his stomach and laughed harder when Ty gave him the finger before starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Please don't talk about your ass and my dick, or visa versa, in the bedroom I share with my husband," he grumbled.

"Facts are facts, Ty. Can't change the past." Adam smoothed down the back of the top that Ty had just pulled on, then gave him a hug from behind. His chin on Ty's shoulder. Eyes laughing at his in the mirror.

Ty smiled and gripped Adam's arms. "You broke my heart, Adam."

"Bruised it a little maybe. You have a tender heart, which those that love you know. I did love you. I still do. And we were good together. But it's not a fraction of what I feel for Billy, or you for Tony." He kissed Ty's cheek from behind.

Ty closed his eyes and leaned into it. "You were right. But I'm glad we're friends. I still love you too."

"I know," with a final squeeze, Adam released him and held out the jacket. "Let's get going."

"Where?"

"I'll explain in the cab."

Ty slipped his keys into his pocket and hurried down the stairs after Adam. Despite himself, he was starting to feel excited now. What did his friends have planned?

Security saw them and held a cab that had just dropped someone. They smiled thanks and hustled in.

"Rootless. 10th and 50th, thanks." Adam leaned back and grinned at Ty.

"We're going to Rootless?" Ty shrugged a little. He hadn't been to the tiny club in years. It was loud, queer, and mostly frequented by dance students.

Adam leaned closer. "So, you know how you like to swap fantasies?" He laughed at Ty's quick frown. "Don't get cross. All couples do it. Well, those with a healthy sex life anyway. We used to."

"Okay," Ty allowed warily.

"Tonight, Ty Maka. One of your fantasies is coming true." He added jazz hands and chuckled at Ty obvious discomfort.

"What has Tony been telling you?"

"One, Ty. He told us one thing, because he thought it would be fun to make it come true for your birthday. He wouldn't betray your trust. Don't be stupid."

Ty acknowledged this with a nod. His discomfort was giving way to anticipation.

Adam leaned in closer. "So, apparently you have this go-to-fantasy, where you walk into a dark crowded club. Music so loud you have to lip-read. And on the dance floor you see Tony. Surrounded by pretty boys, damp with sweat, looking like sex for hire and dirty dancing."

Adam smirked as Ty bit his lip and wriggled to get more comfortable. As he was suddenly very uncomfortable in his jeans.

"And you watch this wanton display until you cannot bear it anymore. Then you stride over, the crowd parting like the sea before Moses, and kiss Tony until he's putty in your hands. Claiming him."

"Fuck, Adam!"

"It's a good one, Ty. I always loved your imagination. The best thing for me, is that Tony's actually such a good boy in reality." Adam glanced at his watch. "But right now, he's being very, very bad!"

They were five minutes from the club.

"But Adam. What if he's recognized? What if?" he broke off as Adam held up a hand.

"I asked the recognized question. He's not bothered. Said he would just admit the truth, that he was putting on a show for his husband, as a fun birthday surprise. And he's safe. Ty, between you, me and Tony, we know 80% of the dancers in this city. He's in a crowd who are taking care of him."

Ty rubbed a hand over his face. His eyes were hot and dark.

"Taking very good care of him," Adam added suggestively, just to wind him up.

"What's he wearing?" Ty couldn't help himself, as the cab slowed.

Adam wriggled his eyebrows. "Me and Pip dressed him. And Pip did his eyes. Tony said how hot and bothered you get if he enhances his eyes!"

"Oh boy. I'm a dead man," Ty mumbled as Adam paid the fare and shoved him out of the cab. But he was grinning.

They bypassed the line, and were soon inside the dark club. Music pounding, making Ty's eardrums vibrate. Or possibly bleed. Jesus.

Adam took his hand and led him to a balcony. They peered through the flashing lights at the seething mass of bodies on the dancefloor, until Adam tapped his arm and pointed down, yelling, "There. See?"

Ty realized his eyes had passed right over Tony the first time. Somehow he had expected him to be slightly separate, maybe a little shy.

Ty's cock pressed against his zipper as he gazed down. Tony was packed tight against numerous bodies. Pretty boys indeed. The club was packed with them, but Tony was the prettiest here tonight.

His hair was damp with sweat and looked dark and tousled under the lights. As if hands had been running through it. Which judging by the way Tony was currently gyrating in a tightly packed four way huddle, they probably had been.

Ty had no idea how he had gotten into those jeans. No doubt Pip had helped, and Pip was stronger than he looked.

The ab tight T-shirt was hiding nothing, and also damp with sweat. Even as he watched, entranced, Ty saw some elegant hands slip around Tony's waist from behind. Naughty fingers danced under the material to explore the ridges of muscle.

Tony leaned back, his teeth flashing in a grin, as the dancer pressed closed behind him and, with a hand also on Tony's hip, pulled him against a tall, sleek body.

The fingers traced now up his stomach and chest, before cupping Tony's chin and tipping him further backwards. Ty saw lips almost meet, then Tony's smile grew at whatever was whispered, before he was released and more bodies pressed forward to claim him.

Ty eyes narrowed as he looked at the man still pressed against Tony's backside. Smiling up at him. Their eyes met and Pip winked before turning back to the dance.

Ty let out a long, slow breath.

Adam was shaking with laughter next to him. "Need a cold beer?"

"Fuck, yes!"

They wound their way back down to the main floor and found an excuse for a space at the bar where they could see Tony's crowd.

There was a lot of touching going on. Hands on Tony. His hands on whoever was closer. Ty actually recognized most people in the rotating group of, maybe, twenty people. But not everyone.

"Who's that?" he yelled in Adam's ear, as a man about Tony's height gripped his hips and yanked Tony tight against him. Tony laughed, his hands in the air as someone else pressed in behind and they rutted together.

"That's Sean," Adam yelled back. "He works with me. Tony knows him a bit. He's not actually gay, I'm amazed they let him in!"

Ty shook his head at the very naughty dancing going on in front of him. "He may be gay by the time this song ends," he suggested, and Adam nearly choked on his beer.

They were both distracted when a small beaming blonde man bounced into view right in front of them. "Oh please, can I?" he grabbed Adam's bottle and chugged. "Jesus, Tony's hard to keep up with." He lowered the bottle as Adam pulled him in for a kiss.

"Hey, Ty," he managed when he was allowed up for air.

"Hi, Billy. You having fun out there?"

"Oh my God, they are all so lovely. But Pip, he's encouraging them, he's so naughty." Pip and Billy had met several months before and become really good friends.

"How are you doing?" Billy asked, noticing Ty's flushed face and waving a hand as if to cool him.

"Hanging in there," Ty said shakily, and Billy laughed with delight.

"Pip saw you upstairs, so he told Tony you're here. Get me a beer would you, I'll be back in a minute," he batted his eyes at Adam and then made tracks to the bathroom.

"Another?" Adam asked.

"Pepsi."

Adam nodded and ordered two beers and a Pepsi. When he turned back it was like looking at some sort of porn show. "Whoa, look at him go."

Tony was now in a six way huddle and those hips were rocking.

"He's trying to break me," Ty muttered, then took a long drink. Coughing and squinting when the bubbles fizzed up his nose. "He might well succeed."

Adam grinned. "It's awesome. Especially as I'm pretty sure he's only been with you."

Ty turned and frowned. "He tell you that?"

"He didn't have to," Adam admitted.

Ty blushed and looked at his drink, then smiled a little and sipped more slowly now, "Yea, I'm a lucky guy."

"Me too," Adam said softly as Billy came back to claim his beer.

They were all distracted by an exclaimed. "Holy shit! Is that Anthony Thomas-Risio?"

"What? Where?"

"There. Sprayed on jeans. White T-shirt."

"Oh my. No, of course it's not him. Wait. Shit it is!"

"Well, he's having fun."

"Maybe it's like a stag-do or something."

"Do you think he's okay? I mean, he did that health warning thing didn't he, about spiking. Maybe someone's getting pay-back."

"Is that his husband, that dark guy?"

"I don't think so."

"Should we check on him?"

Ty smirked at Billy who had his hand on his heart and was looking mushy. 'They're worried about him,' he mouthed. 'That's adorable.'

Adam leaned around Ty, where the concerned couple were right at his shoulder. "Um. Hi."

They stared wide-eyed. "Oh, Hi. You're Adam Donnelly!"

"Yea, Hi." Adam leaned over to shake and introduced Ty and Billy. Explaining the gist of the evening to them. "So it's really just for fun," he finished.

"Makes more sense," the taller guy grinned at Ty. "Your husband can't give an interview without gushing about you. I'm impressed you're still holding out."

"So am I," Ty admitted and made him guffaw.

"I have a fantasy," the smaller man admitted, his eyes laughing. Voice a little quieter as some slower tunes came on. "Watching my hubby here dancing with your Tony. That's one of mine." He grinned happily, gesturing with his bottle. "But this is nearly as good."

"We can make that happen," Billy claimed with enthusiasm. "Come dance now," he grabbed the first man's hand.

"No, no. Oh my God, I couldn't. And he doesn't know me."

"I'll explain," Billy said and leaned closer. "When will you EVER get the chance again."

Ty tapped his arm. "He'll love it. Go on, Billy will take you over. We'll watch."

The man looked at his husband who was practically bouncing on the spot and nodding.

"Okay, but only if he's okay with it."

"I'll get some film for you," Billy's voice faded as he dragged him over.

They watched as Tony leaned in to listen to Billy, his grin flashing again. Then he nodded and made a come ahead gesture.

Ty smiled as he watched Tony dance with the fan. Speaking in his ear and making him laugh.

The man was too shy to get really close, but he looped his arms loosely around Tony's waist and swayed, with stars in his eyes, as Billy discreetly took some footage.

"I love that man," he said to no one in particular. Adam heard him and smiled, tipping a head to his shoulder.

When the dance ended, and Billy tugged the still grinning fan back towards the bar, Ty pushed off the bar and placed his glass down. Thankfully Adam caught it and pushed it on to the bar proper.

It might have made him hot beyond bothered, to see Tony dirty dancing, like he was selling sex.

But it was watching him take time to share himself with a fan that broke Ty's resolve.

Tony's darkly rimmed eyes locked on Ty's as he strode across the dance floor. Friends and colleagues moving aside with laughs and cheers as Ty gripped a hand in Tony's damp hair. Fisted his other at the back of his waistband and hauled him against him, fusing their mouths.

Ty could feel Tony's racing heart. Feel the soaked jeans in his hand. The trembles running through him, that ran one into the other, faster and faster, until he was shaking. Holding on to Ty for dear life.

Still he kissed. Claiming. Re-claiming. Loving, and promising. A dirty, wet, deep, almost aggressive conquering.

You are mine.

When Ty felt Tony sag a little in his arms, he broke the kiss and tightened his embrace. Tony wrapped around him and clung. "Christ. Fuck me," he gasped. Dragging in air, and hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself and drop to the grimy floor.

"Oh I will," Ty growled in his ear as the music picked up the beat again and Tony laughed breathlessly in his ear.