Tommyinnit Oneshots

Cause everytime we touch

Tw: Mention of drugs, alcohol, abuse and r@pe

Tommy's POV

Touch. I hated people touching me.
Except Wilbur, I don't know why but when he hugged me or patted my head I felt warm and safe. Even my parents touch made me squirm, but then I'm always scared their going to hit me..

It was a London trip with Wilbur that he noticed. We were at George's as we decided to stay the weekend, I was getting changed when Wilbur burst into the room.
"Hey Tom-"

Wilburs POV

I was looking for Tommy as George wanted to go out for the evening, I guessed he was in the guest room so I opened the door.
"Hey Tom-"
Tommy was facing away from me, shirt off and a back littered in bruises. Tommy looked at me fear present in those tiny eyes. It made sense.

He would always jump when someone touched him, apologise off camera constantly for being horrible or messing up. I walked over to him hugging him quickly, I felt him tense up but relax into me. I slowly sat down holding the boy close to me and felt the small tears drip onto my shirt. I rubbed his back gently before looking down at him. "George wanted to go out to a party this evening do you wanna come or stay?"
"Are you going?" He mumbled looking up.
"Yeah"
"Then I'm going"
I smiled and sat him up, passing him some clothes George lent him. "Get dressed and meet me and Gogs in the living room" I said before going downstairs to George.

"Can Tommy drink yet or?" George asked.
"George, he's 17! No, he'll have coke." George laughed and nodded. We heard light footsteps and the small (5'7 Tommy!!!!!!) boy crept into the room. I smiled at him, he looked a lot older. He had black skinny jeans and a baggy black shirt.
"Ready Toms?" I said and he nodded, we walked outside and got into the car. I made note of how Tommy sat in the car, he was in the back seat with his body sat upright trying not to touch the car seat.

We reached the party after about 10 minutes, and quickly got out. "Right, rules. We do not let Tommy out of our sights or let him or anyone else give him a drink." George nodded as Tommy rolled his eyes. I chuckled and followed the two into the house. The party was loud and definitely crowded, I saw George talk to a few people and I recognised some others as well. "George!" I yelled. He looked over and I pointed to Tommy indicating for him to watch him, I received a nod so I walked over to a few of my friends.

This turned out to be a big mistake.

After about an hour I went to find George and Tommy, I saw George laughing on a couch with a few guys.
Where the fuck is Tommy.
"George?"
I saw the younger guy look up.
"Hmm?" He sounded completely fucking wasted. "Where is Tommy!?" I was panicking and the look on his face told me he was too.
He quickly stood up and we both rushed about looking for the blonde. All I could think about is if he was hurt..

I pulled my phone out and dialled his phone.
Ring
Ring
Ri- "W-wil?"

I gasped. "Hey Toms! Where are you sunshine?"
I heard a choked sob. "C-car"
I motioned George and hung up quickly running outside to the car. I saw Tommy sat on the bonnet and I quickly grabbed hold off him. "I am so sorry Toms!" George yelled.

"P-papa?" I felt the younger boy squeeze me. I kissed his forehead.
"Yes sunshine?"
"I was so scared" His words sounded slurred. I slowly picked him up and put him in the backseat but he held onto me, not wanting to let go. Sighing, I looked at George and he nodded jumping into the drivers seat as me and Tommy got into the back. I heard the light snores coming from the small boy and smiled softly. I brushed his hair away from his face when I noticed something.

A bruised eye?

I took his jacket off him and gasped making George halt.
"Wil? What's wrong?" George looked at me. I knew there was a look of horror on my face.

On his neck and collar was a few distinct marks.

Hickeys.

I lost it and held the boy tightly letting a few tears fall down.
"Drive."
George said no more and quickly drove home as I sobbed into Tommy. How could I have let this happen? How? I was supposed to protect the boy, not let him get hurt!

When we got home I carried Tommy inside as I felt him look up.
"Papa Wilby"
I smiled softly looking down. "Hey there buddy"

I already knew about his age regression so I was prepared.

He began to lightly suck on his thumb and I tutted.
"Don't do that" I walked over to a bag and pulled his paci out of it, gently placing it in his mouth. "That's better isn't it?" He giggled softly and cuddled into me.