Band Oneshots

Voyeur (Tom DeLonge)

(A/N: I feel like I should say that I don't condone the actions in this oneshot. It's just a fictional story based off of blink's song. Blame them. And here's a smut warning.)

Tom always rushed home after school. It wasn't because he couldn't stand school, which he couldn't. It wasn't because he wanted more time to play guitar and hang out with his friends. No, the real reason why he skateboarded home as fast as he could and why he ran straight upstairs to his room and locked the door and opened his window's curtains, was because of the girl next door.

And today was no different.

As soon as Tom finished his daily routine, he sat down at his desk and pulled out a notebook from his backpack, flipping it open to a random page. He doubted that Brooke could see the materials on his desk from her house, but Tom felt better having an alibi in case she did catch him in the act.

Tom looked out his bedroom window and into the window that was directly across from his, into his neighbor's house. Brooke's curtains were open, as always, giving Tom the perfect view of her bedroom. He could see the foot of Brooke's bed, the white lace bed-skirt brushing the wooden floor. Opposite of the bed was the dresser, Tom's favorite feature of the room. The pink knobs on the drawers matched the pink walls. The walls were bare except for the paint; something Tom thought was odd for a seventeen-year-old girl. The room seemed to fit the personality of a five-year-old rather than Brooke. But then again, Tom didn't know that much about Brooke, other than the type of lingerie she wore.

Tom and Brooke were both in the same grade, but they went to different schools. The only times the two interacted were at the annual neighborhood picnics, and even that just involved the two seeing each other and giving small nods or maybe a wave. But their minimal communication didn't stop Tom from imagining Brooke naked every time he saw her.

He knew it was wrong; he just couldn't bring himself to stop. So when Brooke entered her bedroom, Tom watched her movements in awe.

Tom knew her routine better than she even knew it herself perhaps. Brooke took off her backpack and set it on the floor by her desk. She walked over to the dresser. Her hips swayed with every step as if out of habit. The fabric of her plaid skirt brushed her thighs as she moved. Tom didn't understand how he could get so turned on just from seeing her walk. He blamed the private school uniform.

Once Brooke reached her dresser, she began to unbutton her white blouse. Tom leaned forward in his seat as Brooke's fingers flicked over each button at an agonizingly slow pace. Then she pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor from her arms.

Tom ogled her chest when Brooke angled her body towards the window, giving Tom a perfect view of the white lace bra she was wearing. She always wore white lingerie with her uniform; Tom figured it was part of the dress code.  She looked so innocent, clothed in white and surrounded by pink walls. The bra even had a tiny white bow in the middle of the piece, adding to the childlike ambience of the room.

Except Brooke was definitely not a child. Her chest size and the way her breasts threatened to overspill from her bra certainly proved that. 

Brooke's hand reached behind her back to undo her skirt's zipper. Tom's hand went to his lap to palm his hardening cock. This was all he ever dared to do while he watched Brooke. He was paranoid that if he went any further, Brooke would catch him in the act. So he just preserved images of Brooke's body in his mind for later.

The plaid skirt hit the floor, revealing Brooke's thong. The underwear matched the bra perfectly, down to the little bow on the waistband. Brooke stepped out of the skirt and turned so her back was to the window.