Tom DeLonge Drabbles

The Concert

The sun was especially warm for February as I sat on the deck overlooking The San Diego hills, lazily flipping through the Sunday LA Times. Tom sat across from me, coffee in hand as he read through his emails from the weekend. It was hard not to be distracted by him, reading glasses on and a mischievous little smirk on his lips. I couldn't know what he was reading of course, as it was top secret, but the pleasure it brought him was evident.

I tried to distract myself with the entertainment section when a little blurb caught my attention.

"Babe!" I yelled across to Tom, trying to grab his attention. I glanced up and saw the tips of his AirPods hanging out of his ears. Realizing he couldn't hear me, I placed the paper down on the chaise, and stood up to get his attention. I gave a big stretch, reaching up toward the sky to loosen the morning from my bones, feeling my pj top lazily lift off my belly. When I relaxed my arms again and looked down, Tom's brown eyes met mine. He was staring as he removed the music from his ear.

"Have I told you I really, really like those jammies?" He asked me, reaching up towards my hips. I stepped toward him and felt his big hands graze up my ass and under the silky shorts. I scooted closer and lazily draped my arms around his neck. In one quick motion he lifted me up and placed me on his lap and sighed contentedly.

"I'm getting rid of that chaise. Isn't this a better seat?" He asked playfully, raising his eyebrows. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"This is my favorite seat. But I fear we wouldn't get anything done if I sat here all day." I said, slouching down and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Oh we'd get something done..." he said, pulling my pelvis closer so I could feel the growing bulge beneath.

A small moan escaped my lips as I ground down a bit onto his lap, feeling him buck slightly in response. He started kissing my neck and as I began to relax into it I suddenly remembered why I wanted his attention in the first place.

"Wait a sec! Babe!" I said excitedly, cupping his face in my hands so that his gaze met mine. "Saves the Day is playing The Observatory this Saturday, can we go?"

He let out a small laugh and sighed. "I'll see if I can get us on the guest list...but what are you going to give me in exchange?" He asked, his eyes glazing slightly as he eyed my chest. I slipped my top over my head and dropped it to the deck floor.

"Me." I whispered as my mouth crashed down into his.

The week breezed by as it typically did, and Saturday was soon here. As promised Tom had made some calls and got us on the guest list, and we secured a place close to the stage in the VIP section. Tom slung his arm around my hips while sipping his drink, and I leaned back into him.

"You excited?" He whispered into my ear, making goosebumps rise on my arms.

"Yes! God I haven't seen them in years. I suddenly feel old!" I exclaimed, glancing out into the mostly early twenties crowd.

Tom chuckled. "Fuck, if you're old, I'm ancient!" He said, pulling me a bit closer.

"I like to think of us as well versed in life." I said, grabbing his whiskey and taking a sip. The fact was we were well versed in life. Both with kids, both owning our own businesses, and both formerly married. While Tom and his ex-wife Jennifer had been separated and subsequently divorced for 3 years, my husband passed away 5 years before. As if reading my mind Tom spoke up.

"Was the last time you saw them in concert with Michael?" He asked gently, knowing my late husband was likely on my mind. I nodded up at him and smiled, and he gave me a little squeeze.