Well it seems you have done what I asked of you. (I can't actually find the review that asked for this but it like sent it to my email so that one person, hunty u nasty) Good job I hope it's a new low for you. It wouldn't be a new low for me though, I've written Tom and Jerry fanfiction, for the hell of it. Well there are some other things too but we don't need to talk about those, that's between me and God. Who doesn't exist, if he did he'd have struck me down the moment I decided to write this abomination.
So all in all God is dead, here's your smut!
You perverts.
(Also I found out police officers aren't supposed to take handcuffs home, those are city property, but hey, fuck it.)
Let's switch to Jerry's POV ya know just for the hell of it.
Jerry finds himself in, how should he put this, an awkward situation. Not only was he under arrest, at least he was pretty sure, but more importantly, to Jerry at least, was the fact that Tom had so rudely interrupted the fun they had been having.
"Well," says Jerry in a straight forward sort of way, "what now?"
Tom just stares at him kind of blankly, still grinning.
"You wanna maybe, finish what we started?" Jerry says seductively
Tom shakes himself, it seems he had zoned out a little there, "what did you say?"
Jerry rolls his eyes and repeats, "do you want to finish what we started?" Then smiles and glances down at their laps.
"Well, legally I don't think I'm allowed seeing as prisoners aren't able to give consent..." Tom starts but then pauses. Jerry makes the same confused, angry, mouth half open, brow furrowed, ugly scowl that Tom had made a few times earlier that evening.
Tom smiles and says, "But you," Tom pushes Jerry down on the bed, "You're asking for."
(Ya get it? It's a rape joke. Yeah you get it. Haha that wasn't funny, rape isn't funny, I'm a terrible person. )
Jerry gasps at the sudden movement. He bites his lip and states up at Tom, now above him, his muscular arms on positioned on both sides of Jerry's head. His own hands are above his head, tightly bound.
Jerry wasn't normal below his partner, not to say he wasn't normally the bottom, he was an avid bottom, but on a fairly regular basis he was the one in control. Jerry had some control issues he had yet to confront, but honestly in this moment submitting was not all that bad.
"Hey," Tom says, pulling Jerry out of his own thoughts.
As it seems Jerry had been gazing rather lustfully at Tom. Tom was blushing a little.
"Oh sorry," Jerry smiles awkwardly reaching up to touch Tom's face, running his fingers through his salt and pepper stubble, "I got lost in your eyes."
Tom blushes even darker then he bends down to kiss Jerry, Sloppily, and begins to move again. Jerry cries out, Tom is moving so fast, Jerry feels like he's melting, he can't think. He is overwhelmed by the feeling of pure ecstasy he can feel his legs seizing up, every muscle in his body has tensed up.
"Detective," Jerry moans, he sounds desperate and rather pathetic, "you're the best," he pauses and gasps and then, "I've ever had."
Tom grins a little and purrs, "hope you still think that after 30 to life."
"Oh you're dirty," Jerry moans.
Tom chuckles darkly. Jerry is sensing that this "affair" so to speak was not far from or maybe even bordering on hate sex. Jerry wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, Jerry was the major cause of Tom's alcoholism and probably his divorce as well. He felt a little guilty but whatever this was it felt awesome so Jerry didn't dwell on his guilt.
Tom bends down close to Jerry's face, his face is red, but his expression has softened, the harsh look has faded from his face, honestly he looks a bit embarrassed.
"What do you want me to do," Tom whispers, he won't meet Jerry's eye.
"You can come inside," Jerry whispers back to Tom.
(*you hear the sound of gagging and someone vomiting in the other room* its me)
Jerry reaches up, awkwardly, and cups Tom's face in his hands, "hey," Tom looks at him finally, "I want you to meet my eye when you do it."
(*coughs violently*)
Tom blushes the color of a beet.
Jerry can feel the climax coming, he feels Tom speeding up, jerry moans louder and more begins to sound more desperate. He clings onto Tom, the chain of the handcuffs draped over Tom's neck.
Jerry found it so fucking hot that Tom, this big muscular man, was having so much difficulty meeting his eye. It gave him back the control he didn't have in the position he was in, holding Tom's head in place, forcing him to look at Jerry.
"Tom," Jerry gasps, actually it sounds more like a sensual exhale, "I'm gonna cum."
"Me too," Tom whispers, barely addible.
( okay kiddos, now I've come to the point where I can no longer submit myself to this or I may actually vomit so sorry, not sorry, I'm not gonna write the climax, let's just fast forward a lil bit )
They are lying on the bed. Jerry is watching the revolutions of the ceiling fan. The rhythmic clack, clack, clack sound it was making was strangely soothing.
Jerry can hear Tom's steady breathing, he's fallen asleep. Jerry rolls over and looks at the sleeping man, he looks so peaceful, face free of all the worry that crowded his face when he was conscious.
Jerry reaches over awkwardly, his hands are still cuffed, and gently strokes Tom's salt and pepper hair.
"Looks like I wore you out old man," Jerry purrs affectionately.
Tom grumbles something that sounds vaguely like fuckface. Jerry smiles and rolls back over.
The rhythmic clack clacking is making Jerry tired, he realizes he has to make a choice, he can either fall asleep, here, with this beautiful hunk of a man, or he could locate the keys for the handcuffs and get the hell out. Jerry stares at the ceiling fan. He knows what he has to do.
Oooh boy another cliff hanger, should Jerry stay or should he goes (that was a reference to a sound by the clash, aren't I so clever, lol no), tune in next time to find out and just like last time I won't upload the next chapter until someone asks for it, so hurry up ny'all so I can delete this nastiness off of my phone (´ε｀ )
Sorry if my writing goes off on weird tangents or sticks weird shit in at weird times. I'm just writing how I think and I think in weird jumbled up thoughts.