A Friend in Need
by sidewinder ( sidewinder@fanfiction.net)
Fandom: "Wheels on Meals" (Thomas/David)
Archive: If you want it, please email me for permission. Thank you!
Rating: NC-17 for m/m erotica
Summary: A "missing scene" from the movie. Just a warm little PWP for a cold winter's night.
Notes about the film: Thomas (Jackie Chan) and David (Yuen Biao) are two lovely boys from Hong Kong who work a catering truck together in Barcelona (they also live together in a one-bedroom apartment, with two beds). They both are infatuated with Sylvia, the daughter of David's father's girlfriend. Turns out Sylvia's a streetwise pickpocket, on the run from the police after she tries to lift a wallet and the theft goes wrong. Thomas and David take her in for the night, each one trying to win her affections until she out and out asks who wants to sleep with her first. This story is about what happens after they both turn her down.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; they belong to Golden Harvest. The following is written purely for fun, not for profit. The first few lines of dialog are taken directly from the movie, but the rest all comes from my warped imagination.
Sylvia, having settled down on the sofa with David's pillow and Thomas's blanket, looked at both men and smiled. "Let's not waste time," she said. "Which one of you wants to go first tonight? It's all the same to me."
David spit out his tea. Thomas ripped the book he was pretending to read. The two men looked at each other and started laughing. Abruptly they stood, then walked around behind the sofa where Sylvia lay, waiting for their answer. Their eyes met, and in a moment of silent communication they reached their decision.
"We'll sleep in our own beds!" Thomas and David declared in unison. Arms clasped around each other's shoulders, they turned and marched into the bedroom.
Thomas slammed the door shut behind them with his free hand. David let out a deep sigh of relief and headed straight for his bed. "I'm glad you were thinking what I was thinking," he said, collapsing onto the mattress, rubbing his hands over his face.
"I'm glad you were thinking what I was thinking, too," Thomas agreed, sitting down on the edge of David's bed. "She really is very pretty..."
"She's beautiful..." David moaned in agreement.
"...but we shouldn't let a girl come between us. No matter how pretty she is. It's not right."
"I agree." David dropped his hands and looked up at Thomas with a smile. "I was acting like an idiot, wasn't I?"
"More so than usual!" Thomas told him, laughing and ducking as David threw a sloppy punch in his direction.
"Oh yeah? You were acting the same--giving her my pillow, saying you were going to bed when you didn't mean it..."
"But you started it," Thomas defended himself.
"Did not."
"Did so."
"Did not!" David took another swing at him, this one still playful but faster than the last. Thomas blocked it with his right arm, then pounced on the other man. Accusations flew back and forth as they wrestled, David struggling to get out from beneath Thomas, but not succeeding. In truth he wasn't trying that hard--he rather liked the way it felt to be pinned down beneath his friend's body. They sparred together all the time, but it wasn't usually like this, on the bed and all over each other so close.
He wasn't usually so riled up with sexual energy either, but Sylvia had gotten to him pretty bad. He nearly moaned aloud when Thomas's thigh brushed against his groin as they struggled. Instead he stopped fighting, allowing Thomas to grab his wrists and pin them above his head.
"You giving up, Four Eyes?" Thomas asked, smiling that irresistible smile of his.
"I give up, I give up!" David answered, rather hoping Thomas wouldn't let him go too quickly. They were best friends, but sometimes, David wished they could be even better than best friends. Sylvia was pretty, yes, but Thomas...well, Thomas was something else. Thomas had been his friend since they were five years old, and knew him better than anyone. The only thing he didn't seem to know, as far as David could tell, was how David really felt about him.
Thomas shifted his weight a little and his thigh brushed against David's groin again. The whimper escaped David's throat before he could stop himself, and with horror he realized he was hard. Surely there was no way Thomas hadn't noticed, given how thin their bedclothes were. The sudden change in Thomas' expression told him he was right.
"Big Nose!" David shouted out, trying to distract the other man with the familiar insult. He struggled-- this time for real--to get out from underneath Thomas. But just as he was now determined to get free, Thomas seemed as determined to make certain he didn't go anywhere. David tried to roll free, but Thomas wouldn't let him. As they wrestled, Thomas released one of David's hands. Before David could lash out with it, however, Thomas reached down and cupped his hand over David's groin.
"What's this?" Thomas asked, rubbing his hand over David's erection. "For me?"
"For Sylvia." David tried not to moan, but, oh it felt so good to have Thomas touching him like that.
"I think you're lying, Four Eyes." Before David could respond, Thomas kissed him.
David was frozen in shock. His lips refused to respond, at first, his mind telling him that what was happening couldn't be real. Did Thomas really want him, too? Or was he just teasing? But Thomas kept stroking him, and he didn't let up on the kiss, and after a time David realized this had to be real. Thomas wouldn't be so cruel as to tease him like this!
David opened his mouth and dared to flick his tongue over Thomas' full lips. They tasted better than they ever had in his dreams, and they were so warm, so inviting. Thomas broke the kiss after some long time, looking into David's eyes and grinning like a fool. "I've thought about doing that for a long time," he admitted.
"Why didn't you?"
"I was scared."
"Why weren't you scared just now?"
"Because I'm really horny," Thomas replied honestly. "Could see that you were, too. I didn't want you running out in the middle of the night to do it with Sylvia, when maybe I finally had a chance with you."
David ran his hand down Thomas's side. "You've always had a chance with me."
"I didn't know, not until now," Thomas answered, ending the discussion with a kiss. David squirmed and moaned against Thomas's mouth, running his hand through the other man's soft hair, down his side, his back, urging him closer, as close as he could get. Thomas slipped his hand under David's shirt, stroking his stomach, the touch leaving David shivering. There was such strength in those hands, and they laid claim to David's body, every inch that they could get to. When Thomas's hand slipped beneath the waistband of David's pants and brushed right against his cock, David yelped, nearly coming right then and there from the unexpected contact.
"Shhh...!" Thomas urged, removing his hand. "You and your big mouth. Don't forget, we have a guest in the other room."
"Maybe we should invite her in to join us," David suggested, only half-joking.
"Not ready to share you yet," Thomas answered, kissing his way along David's neck. "I want to have you all to myself for now."
Thomas bit David's neck lightly, and David yelped again. "Quiet!" Thomas hissed, "Or do I have to find a way to keep your mouth shut?"
"I have an idea," David answered, and pushed the slightly larger man onto his back. David sat up and straddled him, sitting low enough on the other man's thighs that he could appreciate the bulge in Thomas's sleep-pants, rub his hands over it lightly. Thomas drew in a gasped breath but didn't cry out, obviously struggling not to make too much noise.
David ran his hands up over Thomas's chest, taking a moment to appreciate his friend's body and face, the way Thomas was looking at him now with obvious desire.
"What are you doing?" Thomas asked after a while.
"Looking at you."
"Why?"
"You're beautiful."
Thomas scrunched up his face. "Am not. My nose is too big."
"I like your nose," Thomas said, leaning down to put a light kiss on it. "I like everything about your face."
"You just can't see me too well, Four Eyes."
"I think I see you better than anyone else," David countered. He slipped his fingers under Thomas's light shirt and urged it up over his head. He then raised himself slightly off Thomas's legs, enough that he could work the man's pants down over his thighs. Thomas let out a small gasp as his erection was freed, and David sighed as he ran his fingers over it lightly. He had seen Thomas naked countless times before, but not like this. This was something different, something to remember.
"Harder," Thomas urged, thrusting his hips up to meet David's hand.
"Impatient?" David asked teasingly, sliding lower down Thomas's legs, bringing his head down close to the other man's groin. "Is this better?" he asked, just before placing his lips around the tip of Thomas's cock and then sucking down on it hard.
It was Thomas's turn to let out a yelp of surprise. David released him and scolded, "Quiet! Or I'll stop..."
Thomas made a fist and bit down on it. David laughed, and then turned his attentions back to his friend's erection. He wasted no time getting back to his pleasurable task, determined to show Thomas how much he wanted him. He'd thought about doing this enough times before, but it was a little more difficult than he imagined. But still, Thomas didn't seem to have any complaints with his technique. David used his mouth and his hands, finding a steady rhythm, and it wasn't long before Thomas was bucking up to meet his movements, urging him to go faster, faster, faster. Thomas let out a loud moan around his fist and came in David's mouth. Come trickled down his David's chin even as he swallowed what he could, and he didn't let go of the man's penis until Thomas forcibly dragged him up and into his arms for a tight embrace.
"David...David..." Thomas sighed his name, over and over, holding him close and not showing any signs of wanting to let go anytime soon. David snuggled against Thomas as close as he could, fighting off joyful tears that threatened to fall. He'd wanted Thomas like this for so long, again he could not believe for a moment that this was real--and all thanks to the lovely lady sleeping right now in their living room.
Would Thomas still want him like this come tomorrow? The day after? David hoped so. He didn't know if he could go back to just being Thomas's best friend. And right now, he was still aching for his own release, feeling desperate for Thomas to touch him down there again...he didn't need more than that, would barely need more than one or two strokes and he'd surely be gone.
"Thomas..." he called gently.
"Mmmmm?" Thomas replied drowsily, obviously on the edge of drifting asleep.
David took Thomas's hand and guided it toward his still hard erection. "I...could you..."
"Oh! Sorry," Thomas said. "I didn't mean to forget about you." He rubbed his hand gently over David's groin, then went for the waistband of his pants. David eagerly assisted Thomas in removing him, and his shirt, and sighed in delight as they embraced again, this time for the first time with no clothes between them.
"Thomas, need you...need you..."
Thomas kissed him hard. "You have me," he said, then kissed him again, reaching for David's erection and stroking it as he continued kissing him.
As David had predicted, it didn't take long. He'd wanted this for too long, and it had come so unexpectedly tonight. He wished he could hold onto the moment for hours but it was over within a few minutes--he was coming into Thomas's hand and Thomas was stifling his cries with a devouring kiss.
David released his tight hold on Thomas only once his heartbeat had slowed back to normal, and the sweat on his skin had begun to cool. The night air was actually a bit chilly, he realized now, causing him to shiver. "Cold," he said.
Thomas pulled away from David just long enough to pick up the blanket from where it had been kicked onto the floor. He pulled it up over the two of them and said, "We can share one blanket, but it's hard to share one pillow."
"Mmm, don't need a pillow. I have you," David answered, showing Thomas what he meant by resting his head on his chest.
"Wai! You forgot something, Four Eyes," Thomas teased, tapping the frame of David's glasses.
"Oh, sorry," David answered, reaching up to yank them off, then dropping them haphazardly on the floor by the bed. He kissed Thomas's chest lightly and asked, "Better?"
"Hmm."
"Do you think Sylvia heard us?" David asked.
"Unless she sleeps like the dead. You've got such a big mouth."
"Me? You scream like a monkey in heat."
"Do not!"
"Do so."
"Wai, don't start. It's late, and we have to get to work early tomorrow."
"Why early?"
"If you want to give money to Sylvia to help her out, we have to work more hours, otherwise we won't make the rent this month."
"Oh. OK." David fell quiet for a moment, thinking, then asked Thomas, "You're not mad I want to help her, are you? I know you don't trust her, but I think she really needs our help."
"I'm not mad, Four Eyes," Thomas assured him, brushing his hand through David's hair lightly. "That's the way you are, always wanting to help people. I wouldn't want you to change; I like you just the way you are."
David smiled, his heart warmed by Thomas's words. It was the best having such a good friend. Maybe Sylvia would become their friend, too. Well, he supposed they'd just have to wait and see.
End...?
