tomtord oneshots/story ideas

unexpected client

tom wasn't one to regularly hook up with a prostitute. any time he got a boner, he'd simply jerk off. but tonight was absolute torture. nothing could make him reach his climax. he'd tried everything; porn, gay porn, trying to think of something else to get rid of his friend down there- hell, he'd even tried to watch hentai. it just wouldn't work. he needed to fuck something. anything. edd and matt were sleeping, but he would never ever ruin their sweet innocent minds either way. tord was out at the bar apparently, and tom had no friends other than those three.

and so there he was, parked in front of a shitty motel and counting over the two hundred and fifty dollars in his trembling hands. it was the cheapest hook up he could find online. the person didn't show their face, only their chest down. all tom knew about the prostitute was that he was male and  lived in the area.

tom got out of the car and slammed the door shut. he shoved the money in the front pocket of his jeans and headed towards the small building. he walked up the stairs to the upper level, each step making him guiltier and guiltier. geez, maybe if i just jacked off harder, tom thought, but the tent in his pants disagreed.

he reached the room the hooker had texted him, 205. tom took a shaky breath and knocked twice on the rickety wooden door. the window next to it lit up and shuffling sounds were heard. tom's heart pounded heavily.

there was the sound of a lock being turned and the door creaked open.

"h- TORD!?" tom screamed as he saw his enemy standing there, wearing nothing but, well, what a male prostitute would wear.

"THOMAS!" tord screamed also and closed the door until it was only a crack so he could hide his body. his face flushed red. "wh- what are you doing here!?"

"what are you doing here!" tom stepped back, feeling his stomach churn. he for sure thought that the sight of tord nearly naked would get rid of his boner but boy was he wrong.

"i'm waiting for my client!"

"and i'm waiting for my- holy fuck, you're a prostitute!" tom gasped.

"yeah! i am!" tord growled. "hold on." he shut the door. a minute later he opened it again, fully dressed in skinny jeans and a tank top. "get in."

tom huffed and walked in, going over to the bed and sitting on it. he almost gagged once seeing some condoms scattered on the nightstand.

tord slammed the door and slowly turned to him. "don't tell anyone you saw me, and i won't tell anyone i saw you, as long as we explain each other what the hell is going on. deal?"

"deal."

sorry i couldn't finish, i was feeling sick while writing this-