~Jom one shots~ The Wanted slash. Tom x Jay

Pizza delivery, sir!

** A/n The great @lazerJAM requested this so...yh. I wrote this at a wedding. Hahaa. It was awesome. Whiskey is...AWESOME. Its def my fav alcohol. Anyways if you have a sick sexual fantasy of Jay x Tom send it to me. I draw a line at rape, abuse, suicide & inbreeding (family members hooking up). Message me prompts (requests) please. Lemme kno if u want just cute fluff or subtle smut or hard core smut. Read, vote & comment, bitches! xxxxx**

Sigh. I step out of the lift on the fourth floor. Its the last delivery of the night. I adjust the red cap over my red curls. I look at the order & up at the door. Sighing for the millionth time today I knock on the door yelling "Pizza delivery!". I hate having a job. With all the AP classes I take this is just argh! College is bad enough having a job makes it suck more. Getting dumped by my girlfriend of 4 years doesn't help either. The door unbolts & swings open. A guy about 2 years older than me with messy hair & wide dark drown eyes stood behind it in nothong but boxers. He grins widely. "Hello... Nathan!" he says looking at the name tag on my t-shirt. "Um. It's Jay. My nametag broke so..." I say. "Oh! Well hello James I'm Tom. How you doing mate?" He says cheerfully. I hear cheering inside. He gestures for me to come inside. I hesitate. "Well...? Don't worry Jay my man. I'm not a serial killer or anything yh? Hmm...Thats exactly wha a serial killer would say innit?" he says bursting out laughing at his own joke. I laugh whole heartedly for the first time in a long time. Because his laugh is loud, obnoxious, hilarious & contagous. I walk in shutting the door behind me. The flat screen tv shows a footie match which explains the cheering. The crowd on screen cheer. Tom cheers as well. "Yeah! Manchester United is kicking some serious butt!" he shouts over the cheeting on tv. I nod. I'm not really into foot ball I'm more of a book worm but whatever. He reaches over the counter to grab his wallet. The words "Rock & roll" were tattooed down his side in bid swirly letters. "Now that is a tattoo" I think. He hands me a fifty. I shuffle around for change. "Keep the change, mate." he says touching my hand. "Wow. Thanks sir." "Sir? Ahaaahaaa. Oh o.k mate if thats what you're into." he says with a wink. Tom looks at the clock & sighs saying "Well. She ain't coming. You wanna join me James?" "I don't think..." I say reluctantly. "Sit. Now." he says handing me a beer from the counter. We sit on the couch. The cold beer runs down my throat as I stare at the photo frame on the coffee counter. Tom is kissing a brunette's cheek. The girl's grin is wide & her eyes wide & happy. Tom sees me staring, frowns & slams it down picture first. He leans back eating a slice of pizza. After a beer or two my phone lets out a bleep. Callie had replied to my text. Callie: "Leave me the fuck alone Jay! God. Can't you get a hint?! We're done!" As I read it my eyes water for the 10,000th time today. I bite my lip trying not to cry but a whimper escapes my lips. Tom gasps as he reads the text over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, James my man! She seems like a real bitch." he says sympethetically. My mouth opens & everything I had kept to myself came pouring out. As I wept & told him how Callie cheated in me again & again. And how I loved & missed her Tom's eyes watered as well. When I was finally done I looked down at my long pale fingers. Tom lifts my chin up, leans in & kisses me. I say "Woah. Wait I'm not...I'm straight...I" "Shh." he whispers keeping his finger on my lips "I know, Jay." He pushes back my cap & kisses me tenderly. He nibbles on my lower lip as I watch horrified. I could stop him if I wanted to. I should. I must. But I don't. We both needed to feel wanted. To feel loved. So I close my eyes & open my mouth. Tom happily attatches his lips onto mine, sticking his pizza & beer tasting tounge into my mouth. I swirl my tounge around his. He moans into the kiss pushing me down onto the couch. Climbing on top of me he grinds on me hard & fast. He reaches under my red t-shirt running his fingers over my nipples. I shudder accidently biting his tounge which is in my mouth. He holds me closer, turned on. Our erections rub together almost driving us over our climax. He unbuckles my belt. Unbuttoning my pants he pulls it down along with my boxers. He massages my shaft. "Ooh!" I moan. He pulls back pulling me to a sitting postion. He kneels before the sofa inbetween my spread legs. He bats his eye lashes at me & winks. I watch in awe & longing as he lowers his beautiful mouth onto my shaft. He sucks on the tip. I bite my lip holding back the swear words building in my throat. He licks up & down my length. "Hmm" I whimper. He looks at me one last time before he takes the whole of me in his mouth & starts sucking. Hard. Humming & biting slightly sending me into a sensation over load. I tangle my fingers in his hair pushing him down deep throating him. The pleasure makes me forget bout his pain. I come to my senses & loosen my hold on his head. "T-tom! I'm sorry. I..." He kisses the tip of my shaft leaving me breathless & speechless. He starts licking me like a lolipop. I rub his shoulders, pulling his hair & pushing his amazing mouth down my length. He bobs his head faster & faster. "Tom. Oh. Yes. Yes. God!" I scream on the top of my lungs as I thrust my hips forward sending my shaft deep into his throat. He grabs my raised ass squeezing it. I thrust forward in to his mouth when he wraps his fingers around the length he can't fit in his mouth & slips his other hand onto my balls rubbing them as he pumps his other fist up & down my shaft. I dig my nails in to his back scratching his back. In a sweating panting mess I push his head down as cum bursts out of me, shooting into his mouth & dripping onto the couch. He swollows & licks my shaft clean as my body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm he had given me. I close my eyes & lean back. He staddles me. He kisses my face softly & tenderly. He kisses me lightly on the lips. Again & again & again. I hold his hips balancing him. Suddenly in the middle of the kiss we both in sync came to the sick realization of what we had just done. He pulls back & gets off me. I stand up pulling up my pants buttoning up & fiddling with the belt. I grab the empty pizza bag, my cap & attempt to look at him. At his brown eyes. I feel his gaze on me but I can't. I can't. I turn practically running out. I hear him yell something but I ignore his shouts. In the elevator I close my eyes. What the fuck did I just do? I'm so screwed!

*2 months later* I knock on the door before me. "Pizza delivery!" I yell looking around nervously shifting from one leg to the other praying noone would see me. I pound on the door. The door opens reavealing him. Tom Parker. Tom Parker of appartment 401. "Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?!" he asks. "Your pizza, sir" I reply softly. "It looks delicious. The pizza looks o.k too." Tom says seductively looking at my tight black boxers. "What do you mean, sir?" I ask widening my eyes. He runs his hands over my bare chest "Let me show you pizza boy." The elevator makes a <bing>. "Fuck Tom! Someone's coming!" I say i panic pushing past him ducking into the appartement. Dragging the pizza bag which is stuffed with my cloths. Tom shuts the door kneeling down literallly rolling on the floor laughing. "Shit Tom! Your sexual fantasies will be the end of me. If anyone from work finds out I would get fired!" I yell. "Oh c'mon Jay bird! You know I love you're sexy ass in that sexy as fuck outfit of yours. You're my sexy pizza delivery boy!" he says kissing my neck. He takes off his sweats revealing his package making goosebumps appear on my arms at the thought of him inside me. He pulls off my red cap from work & the tight sexy black boxers he makes me wear. He grabs the handcuffs from the coffee table which now still has a picture. A picture of us. In it Tom's looking at me tenderly. But as he leads me to the bed room I know that its about to get rough.