trans woman tommy hagan kegboys au w tommy coming to terms w her gender mid relationship… thoughts?
thank you so much for this ask, sweets! i really tried to think of a good dynamic for it. that’s why it’s taken so long :,)
also, just letting you all know i’ll be closing my ask box soon. so any prompts you feel like sharing, let me have ‘em. the only reason it takes so long is because i’m busy and i put a lot of thought into how i want it to go. toodles!
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Tommy was a masculine person. But he also liked the frame of panties, and the snugness of a sports bra, and stared at dresses on mannequins wondering what they’d look like on himself. At first, he just thought it was some weird fantasy.
And then he’d caught Robin’s attention.
They knew that she was who to thank for Steve every figuring out his own priorities. It only took three months of Tommy and Billy precariously planning and hitting on him in every direction for him to realize. They had been going steady for six months around the time of Tommy’s “crisis.” So, Robin had a gift when it came to the oddities of Hawkins.
He just never knew he’s be another one of them.
She said it was called transsexual. “Like in Rocky Picture Horror Show?” She was filling out a trivia game sheet the video store was hosting. “‘Means, in your case, you’re not one hundred percent a guy.”
Tommy took a box of Red Hots off of the rack, “Is there something wrong with me?”
Robin shook her head, “I don’t think so, you’d make a pretty girl.” She scrutinized him with some kind of grace that only she could manage. And Tommy must have shown just how nerve wracked that comment made him feel because she paused her scribbling and set the whole thing down. “If that’s what you decide on.” She don’t mention it when he threw back a handful of the candies. “I advise that you talk it over with the boys. I’ll tie them up like they did in the olden days if they are anything but supportive, but keeping something like this from them is a negative on your side.”
He set the box down, “Tell me something girly,” he requested.
“Wha—”
“Just do it, I’m testing this out before I go and risk my long term relationship.” He flapped his hands and she shook her head in dulled bemusement.
Robin maidenly tossed her hair around and leaned against the counter, “The bronze eyeshadow would look better on you. And that green dress. The knee length one? Green always goes well with freckles. And I heard that Brandy in fifth period last year bleached her hair blond, it’s gotta be so unflattering.” Tommy was laughing, delicate and relieved as she rolled her eyes. “Better?”
“Positively,” Tommy nodded, “Can you…?” It was scary to say allowed.
She nodded, “You tell me later if you chose a different name and I’ll jump on the bandwagon.”
Tommy grinned and abandoned the box of candy as she jogged towards the door, “Thanks, Robs!”
“Anytime, Girl!”
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Steve smiled and pulled her into a hug while Billy stood, dumbfounded.
“That’s great, Honey,” he rubbed Tommy’s shoulders and kissed her forehead, “I’m happy for you.” Billy followed after Steve and jabbed Tommy’s skin at best, still staring off a little. “Billy?” Steve scratched at his scalp, a move that never failed.
Billy’s eyes finally focused in on Tommy’s eager expression, “So, uhm, really?”
Tommy pressed the tips of her toes together, “Robin and I talked and it feels too right not to tell you.” Steve pressed a kiss to her hair again and furrowed his brow when he just then seemed to realize that Billy was still in a bout of shock.
“Billy?” Steve rubbed his thumb along Billy’s jawline. “You need a moment?”
Billy stared from Steve to Tommy until it landed on Tommy with a watery wave through the brow. “No, this is amazing. I love you, no matter what. Of course we both support you.”
Steve open who’s mouth, but loses it once he too realized what Billy was working through. Excitement and a tidal wave of mostly unexpected change.
“So you’re a girl now? Are there groups to sign up for?” Tommy giggled at both her boyfriends. Leaned her head on Billy’s shoulder and let Steve lay his on hers. “Do we call you something else? Are you keeping the ‘T’ in Tommy? Are you staying as Tommy?”
Steve finally did butt in, “I think keeping the name Tommy would be cool. But Tracy sounds nice too.” Tommy purses her lips and thought it over under all the mumbling that continued from Billy.
“What about clothes? Are we going shopping? We have to go shopping—”
Tommy shared a look with Steve and they both planted loving pecks to his cheeks, “We love ya, Bill.”
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tommy and eddie is a fantastic thought. especially if you go off the hc steve used to give tommy money and send him to buy their weed. (bonus points for trans tommy i'm a sucker for him)
Steve gave Tommy money for weed again, exact cash for the usual shit, but unfortunately the prices have seemed to go up.
“Inflation, economics, whatever you wanna call it, man, can’t be helped!” Eddie closed his lunchbox with sharp snap and click. “If your King can’t pay, not my problem. I bow to no crown on my prices, Hernandez.”
“Nobody calls me by my last name, Munson.” Tommy scoffed, wrinkling his nose and tossing the twenty on the table. “Stevie gave me a twenty for the usual. I don’t wanna waltz back to mooch and then set up another meeting with you. It’s like booking with a dentist, you wait forever just to get an appointment and then they rip you off!”
“My services are highly valued. I’m a busy man.” Eddie smirked. “Twenty fives the price, H. You can get your King to book with me again.” Eddie shrugged. “You could run real quick and be back in ten minutes tops - I know you’re a sporty guy - or cough up your own cash.”
Eddie leaned in close with a tight, mirthful smile.
“Though I will warn you, I don’t do coins and I don’t have change. I can mark it in my book though,” He gestured with a finger to his lunchbox, crinkling his nose with the fake smile you’d see off a pissing receptionist after bothering her nail filing time. “Take whatever extra you give outta your next transaction.”
“You’re pulling my leg. Seriously?” Tommy huffed. “You’re looking real punchable, Munson.”
“But you can’t. Cause then I won’t sell to you or your little squad. And Reefer Ricks doing time so…” Eddie looked positively gleeful.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Twenty five or nothing, H.” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t care, that whatever Tommy chose, he’d still walk out of this the winner. Tommy scowled.
“…You’re a queer, right?” Eddie blinked, looking affronted as he shook his head like he had been told the moon was pink.
“Little left field, Hernandez, amigo, wanna show me how you worked your way to that conclusion? Cause I’m not very good at math, man.”
“You’re failing everything but theatre, Munson, everyone knows that.”
“I make a highly attractive Juliet.” Eddie fluttered his lashes. “It’s the hair.” He flipped it and Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Are you gay?”
“I’d prefer to say…open to interpretation?” Eddie looked like he was trying not to laugh but it came out in a few short chuffs, snorting a little as he hid his mouth with the back of his head.
“Sorry, sorry, I just- why are you even asking? More dirt? Everyone already thinks I’m a freak, for more than just my hobbies. The gay rumour circled in freshman year when I got caught staring at the mole on Jimmy’s ass, the one that looks like a starfish, you’re a little late.”
Tommy stared at him a long moment. His shaggy hair, his dark brown eyes, his mesh of soft and angular features. He tongued his cheek and sighed in disappointment at his own standards.
“I’ll suck your dick if you give me the bag free.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered for a moment, taken aback as his lips fell open and then clamped together into a pout.
“I’m almost insulted that you think you can buy my weed with sexual flavours.” He placed his fingers on the table and leaned back like he was aghast by the very idea. “This is a respectable business, Mister Herna—“
“Are you really gonna get another chance though?” Tommy cut him off, quirking a brow. He was playing cool but his stomach was twisting itself in knots. “You get the chance to make a prep your bitch for a minute.”
“A minute?”
“For a virgin like you, that’s me being nice.”
“God, you’re bitch.” Eddie rolled his eyes and looked past Tommy at a tree, staring intently as he thought about it, rubbing his chin and tongue running along his upper lip. Finally, he let out a heavy breath and shook his head, throwing his hands aside. “Well, now I gotta do it. Okay, deal.” He offered his hand and Tommy gave him a deadpanned expression as he took it, the man shaking firm before reaching for his belt.
“Oh, but if we do this,” Eddie continued as he unbuckled his belt and Tommy’s stomach swooped at the sound, shifting in his seat before he made a show of begrudgingly standing up. “I gotta blow you back.”
“What?” Tommy paused, squinting at him from across the table. “Why would you blow me?”
“Look, I’m just saying, if we do this, I gotta reciprocate.” Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes, like Tommy was being unreasonable.
“You can’t blow me back.” Tommy drawled, not even wanting to get into the technicalities of it.
“My morals, yes I have those, include equal transactions. If you suck my dick, that’s worth like two ounces, and I’m not giving you two, you’re buying one, so I have to blow you back.”
“You’re not sucking my dick, Munson.” Tommy groaned, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull at the man’s eccentricity. He came around the table and dropped to his knees, shoving his ringed hands off his unbuckled belt and popping the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper down.
“Geez, someone’s in a mood.” Eddie grumbled, but didn’t push him away as Tommy tugged his jeans just a tad lower, the metalhead spreading his legs further to accomodate the freckled brunet. Tommy reached into his brief to pull out his cock and huffed as the flaccid length.
“Aren’t you gay or something?” Tommy grumbled, brows coming together in a scowl. He was a little offended, okay? He passed as a guy, so it’s not like Eddie’s dick would just magically know, alright? He should be hard at just the thought of Tommy sucking him off! Tommy was attractive, maybe not the way Steve was, but he was. Carol definitely thought so.
“Girls, guys, I don’t care, I can be into it.”
“Why aren’t you hard then?” Tommy hissed and Eddie laughed like he didn’t have his soft dick out in the open.
“I mean, you’re pretty and all, H, but usually I’m more in the lead in these encounters.”
“I thought you were a virgin.” Tommy muttered.
“I’m not, asshole. But usually when I’m…in the bedroom, in the mood, I take the reins, I usually…focus on my partner first, make sure they see sparks, and that’s usually what leads to me getting—“ Tommy rolled his eyes at his slow and vague explanation and spat on his hand, stroking Eddie from base to tip and back again.
“Oh, that’s work.” Eddie’s lips formed a small ‘o’, groaning softly. Tommy smirked, feeling him harden in his fist as he stripped his cock. Eddie’s hand gripped the edge of the table as he breathed through his nose, pushing his bangs back from his face but they just fell back into place.
Tommy wasn’t going to drag this out, so he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip, ducking his head down the length in short, steady bobs. It’s not like it was his first time sucking dick. He drunkly gave a freshman his first blowjob when he was a sophomore, he sucked Steve’s dick more than once while they were high as shit, and Carol had plenty of fun teasing him with toys when they were dating. They were currently on break though over something dumb he said that got blown out of proportion, so he didn’t have to feel guilty about this.
He traced his tongue over the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip and suckling, the way he knew looked good. Steve once said he had full lips made for being wrapped around a cock.
Eddie groaned and the sound tingled through his body, shifting on his knees to squeeze his thighs together as he worked two thirds of his cock into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. A hand rested upon his head and he was half tempted to pull off and tell him to fuck off, but then Eddie’s fingers sunk into his hair, running through the stands and pulling back, petting him, and any thoughts of fighting the touch left his mind.
“God, you’re a lot prettier when you shut up, man.” Eddie cupped the back of his head, petting behind his ear as he guided Tommy’s head further down. Tommy resisted with a soft gag before he huffed out through his nose and relaxed his throat, eyes fluttering shut. Eddie was only getting this once, so he may as well let this guy have his moment.
If he was with Carol or Steve he would have touched himself by now, and it was driving him a little crazy how hot Eddie’s voice was when he felt good, deep and raspy. It was making him throb, the hand in his hair, the cock nestling in his throat, the moan Eddie gave as Tommy nuzzled his coarse dark curls. He smelt like musk and old spice, and it made Tommy dizzy when he was so close to it.
Eddie rolled his hips ever so slightly and Tommy moaned, soft and barely audible, but Eddie felt it. He paused for half of a second before he rolled his hips one more time. Tommy groaned lowly, grasping Eddie’s thighs.
“Oh shit,” Eddie laughed weakly. “That’s fuckin’ priceless, man, Jesus.”
His grip tightened in his hair and the prickles of pain zapped down his spine, turning into pleasure as his cunt ached, clenching around nothing. Eddie pulled him off his cock and Tommy gasped softly, sucking in a deep breath before Eddie slipped back past open lips, nailing the back of his throat with a guttural moan. Tommy choked, tears prickling the rim of his eyes on reflex, swallowing around the intrusion.
“Fuck, that’s really hot.” Eddie breathed out, fucking Tommy’s mouth onto his cock as the freckled boy grew misty eyed, moaning softly.
Eddie tipped his head back with a long, quiet groan, and Tommy used the moment to grind against his palm for a moment of relief, boxers sticky and damp. He whined low in his throat and Eddie stuttered, cursing softly as he moved his hips with Tommy’s mouth.
He had to be close. He was throbbing in his mouth, like a heartbeat in his throat, and the salty taste of pre was sharp on his tongue. A part of Tommy knew he shouldn’t let Eddie cum in his mouth, that that was kind of gay, but it’s not like anyone would know.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eddie moaned, eyes screwed up tight as his hips bucked and shuddered, spilling deep in his throat. Tommy swallowed with only a moment to be caught off guard, Eddie panting out a curse as the brunet gulped down his hot cum.
He pulled out of the swollen, red lips and Tommy panted, coughing softly.
“Dick. Coulda asked.”
“My bad. I’ll be nice and swallow too.” Eddie grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he floated in his post-orgasmic bliss. He tucked his dick away and buttoned his pants, even if he didn’t bother with the zipper or belt. “C’mon, up you get, I got shit knees genetically so you can sit up here.”
He patted the table and Tommy blinked a few time to get rid of the fuzziness in his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his head.
“No way, just gimme the ounce, man.”
“Come on, I’m good at it.” Eddie winked as Tommy stood.
“No, thanks.” Tommy crossed his arms, ignoring the throb of his neglected arousal. He would very much like to be eaten out right now, he probably deserved it, but Eddie wasn’t Carol or Steve. He didn’t know and Tommy was more than happy with him never knowing.
“Is this a ‘not gay’ thing? Sucking and getting sucked is both equally gay, sorry pal.”
“I’m not interested, okay? Just gimme the ounce, Munson.” Tommy reached for his lunchbox and Eddie snatched it, placing it behind him before he reached for Tommy’s hips. He inhaled sharply at the touch, wanting to lean into it.
“You really don’t wanna?” Eddie hummed knowingly, his thumb brushing under his polo to touch bare skin. Tommy shuddered. “You’re not even a little turned on?” He smirked and dipped his thumb beneath his waistband to tease dark trimmed hairs.
“You can’t suck my dick, okay?” He grumbled.
“Why not?”
“You just can’t.”
“…I could eat you out?” Tommy’s body perked to attention at the phrase and Eddie seemed to notice, grinning. “Ever had your ass ate? It’s pretty mind blowing.”
“…Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, you tell anyone about what I’m about to show you and I bury you, got it?” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Tommy furiously undid his khakis. He kicked off his sneakers and his jeans, stepping between Eddie’s legs to hoist himself up onto the table, the guy flinching back to avoid his dick being crushed.
“Woah, somebody’s eager.” He purred, wriggling his brows as Tommy hooked his thumb into his boxers. He took a moment to breathe, anxiety festering in his chest before he tugged them down his thighs.
Eddie was silent, blinking. His brows climbed up to his hairline as he snapped his eyes up to Tommy’s. The brunet glared. Eddie flapped his lips like a dying pufferfish before clearing his throat.
“Where’s your dick?”
“Don’t have one.”
“…You’re a guy though, right?”
“Yes, and if you say otherwise, I’ll break your nose and steal your weed.” Tommy threatened and Eddie nodded quickly.
“Okay.” He looked back down and Tommy huffed, closing his thighs self-consciously. Eddie made a wounded sound and took his knees. “Hey, hey, don’t go closing shop, I’m browsing.”
“I should hit just for that awful comparison of a shop to my junk.” Tommy bit out and Eddie grinned shamelessly as he hooked his fingers in the edge of his boxers and dragged them down over his knees.
“Well, I’m gonna be real quiet soon, H. You’ll survive.” Tommy gritted his teeth as his boxers were tossed to the other end of the bench, ringed fingers caressing his knee and inching them apart.
His freckled thighs were already shiny from his previous arousal, and he throbbed as Eddie’s thumb drew circles into his sensitive inner thigh.
“Quit staring, Jesus fucking Christ.” Tommy groaned, tipping his head back in frustration. He was aching at the gentle touches, the callouses of his fingers scraping roughly against his skin.
“I’m savouring this, Hernandez.” Eddie chuckled. “You gonna deny a man that?”
“I’m gonna deny you this all together if you don’t hurry up and- oh fuck.” The threat seemed to work because there was a wet heat encompassing his cock. The long tongue Eddie liked to use to rile up jocks was trailing up his slit, swirling around his clit.
Tommy moaned loudly, bucking into his mouth as he fisted his hands against the table top. Hot fingers wrapped in warm metal curled up and around his thighs, keeping them spread apart as he buried his face in his pussy, licking broad, eager strokes over the soaked heat.
Tommy tried to keep his reactions minimal, breathing through the pleasure that coiled low in his gut. Fuck, the guy wasn’t half bad at it. It wasn’t hard to eat pussy, it wasn’t an intrusion like sucking dick, but Tommy had been fooling around with his friends for years to figure out what he liked, what Carol liked, what Steve liked.
Eddie didn’t have that information on hand, but god, his eagerness was working for Tommy regardless. He rolled his hips with a low moan as Eddie’s tongue slipped inside, his thighs jumping in his hands. The freak gripped his thighs tighter, pulling him closer to the edge so fast Tommy had to catch himself in order not to fall onto his back.
“I ain’t straining my neck for this, sorry, man.” Eddie laughed, licking his wet lips as he propped Tommy’s leg over his shoulder, Tommy forced to rest back on his elbows for the older.
“I thought I was promised quiet, Munson.” Tommy quipped and Eddie laughed, a tad hysterical, edging on a giggle.
“Oh, shut the fuck up, Hernandez.” Tommy was tempted to kick him for the words, but he was easily distracted by the mouth latching back onto his cock, sucking and licking, Eddie making so attempt to be neat or quiet about it.
Everything about Eddie Munson was messy.
Tommy gasped softly, flushed hot beneath his polo and jacket as his head tipped back to relish in it. Sure, he had one of the schools biggest freaks between his legs, but if he was good at what he was doing, he was good at what he was doing.
“Dios,” Tommy breathed, locking his ankles behind his head as his voice stuttered around a moan, Eddie echoing it as he buried his tongue as deep as it could go.
If anything got Tommy going, it was being filled; tongue, fingers, cock, his entrance was almost as sensitive as his clit and the first breach always drove him wild. He laid back and covered his flushed face with his hands, lips parted in pleasure as the dealer tongue-fucked his pussy, his nose nudging his clit as he messily sucked and kissed the treat bestowed upon him.
Tommy curled his legs tighter around his head as his pussy throbbed, the pleasure building low in his belly as he rocked against his hot tongue.
“Fuck,” He whined, reaching down to fist Eddie’s hair. He groaned loudly and Tommy echoed it as it vibrated through his cunt. “Don’t stop, shit, I’m so close.” He gasped out and he could feel Eddie’s amusement as he dragged his tongue up to suckle at his clit before dipping back to his slick hole.
“Shit, Eddie!” His voice cracked around his name, pulling on his hair and forcing him closer, if it was even possible, as he curled up with the intensity of his orgasm. He twitched and bucked, a pathetic whimper leaving his lips as his nose fell into Eddie’s hair, curled over the dark haired man as he trembled.
The table beneath him was stained with his release, the older boy’s face a mess as he continued to lick and suckle his sensitive cunt. Tommy pulled him back with a pained gasp, legs still trapped over Eddie’s shoulders. The older boy looked more debauched than he was over his own orgasm, eyes blown and cheeks red, licking the wetness from around his lips as he kneaded Tommy’s thighs.
“Fuck, good thing you blew me first, I totally would have busted otherwise.” Eddie laughed without shame and Tommy huffed amongst his panting, pulling his legs from Eddie’s grasp. The man made a wounded sound of betrayal and Tommy scoffed.
“Lunch will be over soon. Hand over the fuckin’ weed, Munson.”
The metalhead grumbled and rolled his eyes, wiping his face with the bandana in his back pocket. Tommy wrinkled his nose as he pushed it back into the same pocket, shining faintly with his slick. Gross.
Eddie grabbed his lunchbox and opened it up, passing him the usual ounce. Tommy reached for it, but before he could grab it, Eddie pulled his hand back and gripped his upper thigh, thumb digging into the soft plush just beneath his satisfied cunt.
“I won’t be accepting alternative payments in future. But if you ever need a willing mouth or cock…” He gave a sleazy grin as he squeezed. “Feel free to make an appointment. I’ll be real nice and move some times around for ya, Hernandez.”
Tommy snatched the baggie and put a foot to his chest, kicking him back. Eddie fell back and laughed, barely catching himself as Tommy stepped over his lap to grab his boxers. As he pulled them back on, he gave Eddie a glare, the older brushing leaves out of the ends of his curls.
“Remember, you spill and you’re six foot under.”
“I’m not ruining any future investments, H. I’m all about business, baby.” Eddie clicked his tongue with a wink and Tommy rolled his eyes, grabbing his khakis. He jumped back into them and buttoned them up.
“Call me baby, and I’ll knock your teeth out, freak.” Eddie laughed.
“Uh-huh. Tell your King the prices are going up, will you?”
“He can afford it.” Tommy assured and did up his zipper. “Until next time, Munson.”
“Until next time, T.” He purred back and Tommy didn’t register the change of letter until he was passing Steve the weed under the lunch table.
Whatever. He wasn’t gonna call that freak by his first name anytime soon. They weren’t that familiar, and never would be.
(Tommy forgot he already had. Eddie didn’t think he ever would.)
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