Tom and Jerry

A Different Beginning

Jerry,

His hand holds the middle of my back, making it arch as he bites down again on my neck.

He sucks on my skin and I wince.

"Tom..." I whisper and he laughs quietly.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers down my shirt, his warm breath caresses my neck as my stomach tightens.

He loosens his grip on me and brings his dark eyes to face mine.

I forget everything for a little, getting lost in his evergreen eyes.

I get brought back when he grabs my neck and grinds against me.

"A-Ah.... Tom-"

"What? What do you want?" He snaps and glares at me.

I don't even realize I'm basically clawing at his tight hand around my bruised neck.

"You...." I whisper and barely stop a moan from escaping my lips.

"That's what I thought," he lets go and pushes me off him.

I stare at the ceiling for a second, confused.

Once I look up the confusion is gone, instead replaced with blush and tighter jeans.

I begin to speak but can't find the words.

He glares at me while unbuttoning his blue jeans.

"Do you want me like this?" He teases, barely showing his boxers' waistband.

My lips move but no words come out.

I did want him like that... I guess...

Instead of trying to find the words to explain that I want him all over me, and, well, inside me, I just nod and bite on my bottom lip.

"Show me how much you want me then," he says with a low growl.

I sit up, confused mostly, then it hits me. I slide partially off the bed and onto my knees. Perched in front of his crotch.

I look at him with wide eyes, I was definitely nervous. This was my natural born enemy.

And, also, I was in love with him.

I carefully pull down, barely, on his grey boxers.

I don't have any idea how to do this....

Tom,

I let my hands fall into his hair, playing around with his soft semi-curly hair.

He looks up at me for a second time.

His eyes were big, filled with fear maybe? And a hint of curiosity, and probably need.

Need for me hopefully.

"Take your time..." I tease and he frowns.

"Don't test me," he whispers and continues to leave me in suspense.

I feel cold air around my member, then I feel lips against it.

I feel my hands tighten in his hair.

He begins to bob his head, I can tell he had no idea what he was doing, but damn, this felt amazing.

He leans back for a second, I look down at him, he glances up to me, spit is leaving a small pool on his pale chin.

He brings his hand up and wipes his mouth.

"Tom...?" He says quietly, I can't entirely tell if he just wants to moan my name or if it's the begining of a question.

"Something wrong?" I ask in reply, bringing my hand down to his chin, bringing his amber eyes back to mine.

"I..." He starts but doesn't finish, instead he looks down, still facing me.

"Hey, look at me," I say, angry that he isn't looking at me while he talks.

I watch his eyes come back to me faster than lightning hitting the ground.

His soft hands then wrap around my wrist.

"Just...." He starts again, "I don't want to..." here it comes.

I was too rough, he didn't like my forcefulness. I messed up.

"I don't want to be in control.." he finally finishes, his eyes wandering again.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"I want you to do everything... I guess..." He looks back up to me, there isn't fear in his big eyes anymore, the fear is replaced with a huge amount of uncertainty.

"Oh?" I question again, taking my hands away from his face and lightly resting them on his collar.

"I... I don-"

"Shh.." I say, picking him up by his collar and setting him carefully on the bed. "Does that include undressing you..." I say it more like a statement.

He just looks away and blushes.

"Answer me," I say, begining to lean over him.

I get a nod in response. Fine.

Off with the sweatshirt, off with the ugly ass shirt, and off with those stupid blue jeans. Then, finally, off with the cute little boxers he's wearing.

I trace shapes along his bare thighs. He covers his face with his hands and whimpers.

"Baby...." I bring a hand to his chin, "let me see your beautiful face...." I say, moving his hands carefully.

He's completely covered in blush.

Wonder what he would look like if I teased him just a little.....

I bring one of my hands back down to his thighs, then farther down, and then I look into those amber eyes.

He bites his lip and continues to watch my hand, waiting for me to start messing with him, I could tell.

Well.... might I just begin?