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. Broadway Lust Story, Broadway Love Story, Broadway Luck Story, Broadway Beginnings, Broadway Bust, Broadway to Vegas, Broadway Betrayal, Broadway Battle, Broadway Break, Broadway Threat, and Broadway Baby.
-X
Ty’s knees were starting to ache a bit, and Tony’s grip on his hair was a little over enthusiastic. However, that was a small price to pay, to have Tony writhing and whisper-begging under him.
He pinned Tony’s trembling thighs harder, to stop him thrusting.
Much as Ty loved it when Tony used his mouth and throat, and made him choke on his delicious cock, they really couldn’t risk any hard-core gagging right now so he had to control Tony’s thrusts as much as possible.
Tony let out a loud moan and Ty pulled off, sucking hard all the way. “Shhh. Be quiet, Tony!”
“Please, God, Ty,” Tony gasped.
“I’m gonna stop if you can’t be quiet,” Ty warned him.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t stop, I’ll be good,” Tony promised, his hazel eyes wide with panic at the thought. Then he released Ty’s hair, grabbed a pillow from behind him, and smothered himself.
Ty shook his head and sniggered, he could just make out a muffled, “Okay. Good now. Go, go, go.” Accompanied by little mini thrusts.
Still smiling, Ty lowered his head again. Wrapping his lips and tongue around Tony’s silky length, and taking him as deep as he dare.
At least now the moans and fretting were muted.
Ty sucked hot flesh, lapped at pre-cum, and laved lovingly with his tongue, his eyes on Tony’s heaving abs.
Smiling when Tony tore the pillow aside and dragged in the strangled breath which meant he was about to cum.
They both jumped when there was a loud rap on the door and Tony’s dad yelled, “Dinner in five, boys.”
“Cummmiiinnnggggg!” Tony yelled somewhat desperately and exploded down Ty’s throat.
‘So much for not choking,’ Ty thought to himself as he laughed in a breath and inhaled the salty nectar. He coughed most of it down his chin and T-shirt.
“Oh, Fuck!” Tony had his face covered with his hands, but when he emerged to look at Ty his eyes were shinning with mirth. “Is the door even locked?”
Ty just shrugged. Looking down and plucking his gross T-Shirt away from his chest, with a grin/wince.
“Christ.” Tony rolled and pulled Ty to his feet. “You better clean up. I’ll go on down,” he tucked himself away carefully.
Ty nodded, and was then pulled in for a deep kiss.
“Hmmmm. You taste good,” Tony told him, and then tried the door. Giggling again when it opened easily.
“It’s your childhood bedroom,” Ty pointed a finger at him, his voice a little raspy. “You’re in charge of door locking.”
Tony gave him a salute and cheeky wink as he pulled the door closed. Ty heard him pounding down the stairs and Gabi’s yelled, “Tony, don’t run.” A refrain that Ty had become familiar with the last time they stayed.
Grinning, he walked into the bathroom, yanking his shirt over his head, and reached for a cloth.
-X
Tony jumped the last four steps, as he had since he was six, and kissed his mom’s cheek. “You do know I have natural grace and balance, right?”
“I know you are going to break your neck one of these days, Anthony Thomas.” Gabi complained as she followed him into the kitchen. Tony’s dad, Dan, was already sat and mouthed the words as she said them, making Tony snort with laughter.
“Son.”
“Dad.”
Tony slid onto his seat and then flinched as his mom’s hand flapped in his face before slapping to his forehead.
“You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yea, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Tony looked up at his mom and felt his heart squeeze a little at the concern in her eyes. The tiniest things, became big worries in her head these days.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I promise you, I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in my room.”
Gabi’s brow smoothed out and she shot a look at her husband. “I told him to give you more notice,” she said and Tony felt his face flush bright red as his dad snorted a laugh.
They heard Ty’s careful slow footsteps on the stairs and then he entered, looking all kinds of smug.
Gabi patted his arm and shot at Tony, “See. Ty doesn’t crash around the house like a gorilla.” Before turning for the bread.
“Suck up,” Tony mouthed at Ty as he sat.
“Fuck off,” Ty mouthed back, then yelped when Gabi clipped him on the head.
“Sorry, Gabi,” he couldn’t help but smile. Wider when Tony got a clip as well.
“What was that for?” Tony demanded, aggrieved.
“Encouraging him.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Tony whined, and Dan burst out laughing. Everyone else quickly joining in.
“Did we just regress to typical family meal times in the Thomas household?” Ty asked, as they all dug into hot pasta.
His question ended on a slight grunt as a heavy weight clumsily plonked itself between his legs. He switched his fork over and slid his left hand under the table to stroke the warm silky head.
“Brings back memories, that’s for sure,” Dan admitted with a happy smile, as he buttered his roll.
“I can send her to her bed if she’s bothering you,” Gabi asked. Referring to the husky cross who most definitely suffered with lap-dog-syndrome. As in, a large dog who thought it was a lap dog.
It was rare to sit for more than a few seconds in this house, without some hefty part of Sneaky sitting herself down on some vulnerable part of you.
“She’s fine,” Ty smiled at Gabi, and then at Tony, when their fingers tangled together in Sneaky’s fur.
-X
Ty and Tony were staying with Tony’s parents for four nights. Tony’s sister had got married two days ago, and they had stayed on for a visit.
Now, having cleared up after dinner they were snuggling on the big, what Gabi called, ‘cuddle-couch’ in the garden.
Ty sat, a little bemused, as a frowning Tony shoved and prodded him, making little humming-grunts. Until finally Ty achieved the correct position and Tony settled himself between Ty’s legs and against his chest with a happy noise.
“Why didn’t you just tell me what you wanted?” Ty wondered out loud as he sank his fingers into Tony’s thick hair, getting a cross little huff followed by a satisfied sigh in reply.
A while later, the night starting to darken, Dan came out and leaned on the back of the cuddle-couch.
“I’m heading to the gas station for some Flamin’ Hot’s. Got the urge. You wanna take a drive with me, Ty?”
Tony rolled slightly to look up at his dad. “But we’re watching ‘The English Patient’. We can’t be out of chips!”
“We have chips, but I want Flamin’ Hot. And Ty doesn’t want to watch some year-long tear jerker with you ladies. He wants to come with me and talk hockey.”
Tony maturely poked his tongue out at his dad, then found himself being lifted, as Ty slipped out from under him before grabbing his face and giving him a loud smacking kiss.
“Actually, your dad’s right. I’ll grab my shoes.” He grinned at Dan and dashed into the house.
Dan gave Tony a triumphant smile and turned back to the house.
“Dad?”
Dan turned and then moved back towards Tony a little. Drawn by the serious look on his face.
“What’s up?”
“I just wanted to say. Well, thank you.”
“For getting Ty out of your hair for a while?”
Tony laughed a little. “No, not that. I mean for the way you are with Ty. The fact that you treat him the same as me, and the same as the girls. You and Mom have always been so welcoming, and I know it means the world to him that you don’t treat him differently.”
Tony took a slightly unsteady breath and rubbed the end of his nose. “And, I guess thank you for me as well. You’ve never judged me, or been disappointed, or freaked. Ever since I came out, you’ve supported me, so yea, thank you for all of that.”
Dan looked at the ground and nodded a bit, but when he looked up at Tony, his face was serious and his eyes were sad.
“The thing is, Tony. And I hope that you are old enough, and in a place in your life that this won’t be too hard for you to hear.” He moved around and pushed Tony’s legs from the seat, sitting beside him.
Tony watched with wide eyes. Suddenly terrified.
“I don’t want you to be upset, or offended. But you’re a man now, and I feel it’s time I should be totally honest with you. Is that okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Tony croaked in a small voice. His heart was pounding and in his head he was begging. ‘Please don’t say anything bad. Please not anything bad.’
Dan took Tony’s hand and gripped it hard, looking down at their fingers. “The truth is. There have been times. There are times,” he looked up now and met Tony’s nervous gaze. “When Ty is my favorite son.”
Tony snorted, and then belly-laughed. Leaning forward as his dad scuffed his hair.
“But you’re still the youngest, so you’ll always be the baby.”
“Jesus! Dad, you scared me!” They were both laughing now, and Tony let his dad pull him in for a tight hug.
The screen door creaked and Ty came back out, eyeing them curiously. “Everything okay?”
“Yea, we’re good,” Dan said. Adding quietly to Tony. “I’ve never been anything but proud of you. And I couldn’t love Ty any more than I do.”
Tony nodded and pinched his nose, deliberately facing away from Ty.
“You mom would probably like to hear what you just said to me.”
Choked up, Tony just nodded and gave his dad a watery smile.
“Good boy,” Dan walked quickly to Ty. “Let’s go, kid.”
Tony heard Ty murmur something and his dad’s reply. “He’s fine, we were just doing some male bonding, ya know.” Then their voices faded off.
He wiped his eyes, even though he was still smiling, and followed their path back into the house. Scenting popcorn he stopped at the kitchen and smiled at his mom, before rushing in when he saw her tears.
“Mom? What’s wrong? Did you burn yourself?”
Gabi just turned and pressed her face into his chest, her arms linking around his waist.
“No, I didn’t burn myself. I heard what you said to your dad.”
Tony saw the window open and squeezed her close, dropping a kiss to her hair. “Ah, well. So yea. Thanks and everything, for being cool.”
Gabi vibrated with laughter against him.
“Jesus,” Tony cursed. “We haven’t started the movie yet and we’re already crying!”
“Well,” Gabi pulled back and stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss, before turning for the bowl. “Everything’s better with popcorn.”
-X
Ty blinked at the sudden brightness of the shop.
They were only ten minutes from the Thomas’ house. Dan and Ty had spent a few minutes gleefully trash-talking each other’s teams, Flyers and Rangers respectively.
This was always their pattern, before they switched to discussing the competition like grown-ups.
They were both quite positive about the season. Also, both equally concerned about a new player for the Devils, who was devilling the entire league and a threat to both their teams.
“Dammit,” Dan complained seeing the gap on the shelf where his preferred flavour should be. “I’m gonna check if they’ve got anything out back.”
Ty nodded distractedly. Slightly dazed by the choice of junk food and snacks on offer.
Junk food wasn’t a staple of his diet. I mean, how much refined sugar, fat, and preservatives could a human body consume?
He vaguely noted Dan turning the corner of the aisle. Then looked up at a shout. Followed by a scream.
Rushing to peer around the corner, his heart literally stopped to see two gunmen. One near the counter. The other stood between him and Dan. A gun pointing right at Dan’s head.
Dan’s gaze flicked to his for a second. The gunman turned to look over his shoulder and Dan moved like a blur.
Ty flinched at the cry and sudden movement. Barely a blink and Dan had the gunman’s arm twisted painfully behind him, bending him halfway to the floor. The gun, steady as a rock, aimed at the other man.
“Don’t do it, kid,” he warned in a voice so cold that Ty couldn’t believe it was Dan speaking. “I can guarantee I’m faster than you.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” The second man started to move towards Dan, then stopped, his eyes widening and looking to his right.
“Upper Merion police department. Place the weapon on the floor. Do it now.”
Ty watched wide eyed as the second man crouched to the floor and put his gun down carefully, before bellying down and linking his hands behind his head without any further instruction.
A young man in jeans, with his own gun drawn, moved forward and kicked the gun out of reach and reminded the man to stay still. His eyes met Dan’s. “Are you secure there, Sir?”
“All good,” Dan replied. “Ty. You wanna grab some of those zip-ties we passed.”
“Uh, yea sure,” Ty hurried to the shelf and grabbed a packet. Not surprised to see his hands were shaking.
“Ma’am,” the man in jeans addressed the clerk. “Call it in. Advise you have an off-duty officer in attendance.”
She nodded and grabbed her phone, speaking clearly when it was answered.
“Ty. Skirt around us here and give those to the officer first.”
Ty did as Dan instructed. Realizing that Dan couldn’t actually move without the possibility that his prisoner might fight back.
“Thanks. I’m Patrick. You okay?” the cop asked as he took the ties and quickly secured his guy.
“Yea. Bit shaky I guess.”
“First hold up?”
“Actually, no!” Ty admitted with a half laugh.
Patrick grinned and stood, moving quickly to where Dan was still restraining the first gunman.
He stopped and met the guy’s eyes. “Kneel down and put your hands on the back of your head.” They could already hear sirens coming in fast.
Dan released him and stepped back quickly. The gun ready, but aimed to the side.
With a hard-done-by sigh, the man knelt and was quickly secured.
As soon as he was, Dan smartly unloaded the gun and handed it, made safe, to the cop.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Dan.”
The officer nodded. “Police or forces?”
“Navy.”
“SEAL?”
Dan winced and glanced briefly at Ty, but then nodded. Shaking the officer’s hand when he held it out.
Ty stood and stared.
SEAL? Dan was a Navy SEAL? Why had Tony never told him?
The door crashed open and armed officers piled in. Ty stood with his hands slightly out and took slow breaths.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust excitable armed cops. Exactly.
But the last time he had been caught up in a situation like this, he had ended up with bruised ribs and an actual bruise on his chest the size of a football. Tony had fussed over him for weeks.
Thankfully the newcomers recognized their colleague and everyone stayed calm. Ty stood and pulled at his ear a bit distractedly. His ears were buzzing a little.
Then he became aware that Dan had called his name a couple of times, and was beckoning him over while talking to Patrick and a uniformed officer.
He took the six steps to the small group, thinking they had a question for him, and let out a soft ‘oomph’, when Dan pulled him into his arms.
Dan was taller than Tony, nearly Ty’s height, and Ty was taken aback, but moved, when Dan pressed a kiss to his temple. Then another. Six times in close succession, before letting out a shaky breath and squeezing him close. “Jesus, Ty. Tony would have killed me if anything happened to you.”
“Me?” Ty held on tight. “You were the one with a gun pointing at your head.”
“Idiot was stood too close,” Dan muttered quietly. They both pulled back a little, and Ty saw him glaring at the bad-guys being escorted out, now in handcuffs.
Patrick smiled at them both. “So is Ty your son?” he asked cautiously. Because Dan was very clearly not of Native American heritage.
They both smiled, but then Ty had to press his lips tight together, so as not to embarrass himself when Dan answered. “Yes, he’s mine,” before fondly brushing a hand over Ty’s hair, in a move he was more used to from his Grandma. Although Gabi had done the same to comfort him a few times when Tony had been so ill.
“My son-in-law,” Dan finished his explanation.
Both police officers nodded in understanding.
As they had had an officer on site, plus the security footage. Dan and Ty were allowed to go a few minutes later, just having passed over their contact details.
They walked to the car, shoulders bumping in the light rain, but before they got in Ty paused.
“Dan. Why didn’t Tony tell me you were a SEAL?”
Dan sighed. Waving his hand at Ty, “Get in. I’ll explain.”
-X
Ty sat quietly as Dan started the car and pulled out. It was clear he needed to put his thoughts in order.
Still, after five whole minutes of silence, Ty was about to say it didn’t matter. If it was national security or something, then of course he understood why no one told him. But Dan got there first.
“The kids don’t know.”
“What?”
“Tony. The girls. They don’t know.”
Ty was astounded. “But, you’re a hero.”
“I’m really not.”
“Dan!”
“Okay, here’s the thing.” Ty subsided as Dan started to talk.
“I was in the Navy before I met Gabi. You probably know that.”
Ty nodded.
“Well, I got pulled during training and they asked if I wanted to try for the SEALs. I was young, my parents were gone, no siblings, no partner, so yea. Why not? I was loved the training. You know, Tony and Kate don’t get their love of athleticism from their mom!”
Ty laughed. It was true. Gabi took care of herself and stayed fit, but she was very much in the ‘Is it over yet, can I have my cake reward now please’ club. Meg exercised as little as possible. Although Ty had a feeling her new husband may reform her a little.
“I would imagine the training is brutal,” Ty suggested.
“It’s challenging,” Dan allowed. “And it’s not a three month thing. It takes years. But finally I was integrated with an experienced team. We really worked. They never made me feel like a newbie, they trusted me and I knew they had my back. It was family.”
He glanced at Ty who nodded encouragement.
“First mission. I can’t tell you from where or to where, but we were going in from choppers. Estimate three to five days. All ready and our equipment boxes packed full of all sorts of lovely toys.”
He grimaced and Ty shifted in his seat.
“Only the loadmaster hadn’t done his job properly and the load shifted. Pinned me and crushed my knee. We always let the kids assume it was a football injury, but it wasn’t. My SEAL career ended before my first proper jump.”
“I thought that was what you did. Train people like that. Tony told me that it was so skilled getting the weight distribution correct in the planes and stuff.”
Dan nodded. “Once I healed from the surgery, I started training again. Got qualified, got some experience and then started training people myself. I didn’t want such a stupid accident to happen to anyone else. And let’s be frank. It could have taken the chopper down.”
“Did the mission take place?”
“Yea, they were a good group. More than capable of going ahead without me.”
“Did they all get back okay?” Ty asked, slightly dreading the answer. Relieved when Dan’s face lit up with a smile.
“That’s the best question, Ty. My God, thank you. Yes, they did. All got back safe.” He continued to smile as he indicated and turned onto a narrow unlit road.
“And all made it through their SEAL careers. It’s not something you can do forever, you can’t maintain that level of fitness indefinitely, and the constant risk can lead to burnout. I mean, we’re all retired now.”
His expression became more sombre and he glanced at Ty. “Er, everyone’s fine apart from Tel. He passed away ten years ago. He had cancer. Um, leukaemia actually.”
“Oh, Dan.” Ty reached out and gripped his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had lost someone that way.”
Dan just nodded and patted Ty’s hand, before clearing his throat.
“I still don’t understand why your family don’t know, though?” Ty asked gently.