CHAPTER FOUR

Hey since it's the holidays I thought why don't I post the next chapter, then I thought yeah that'd be I nice big middle finger to Jesus. So that's why you are receiving this steaming heap of bullshit free of charge, without me even asking that you beg so I can get my rocks off in some nasty perverse way. So happy holidays, here's your porn!

Tom's POV still

Tom is angry. He hates the bus. He is pissed off his neighbor took his car. His neighbor decided that it was Tom's fault Jerry took his car. It was not Tom's fault it's Jerry's fault.

Tom grunts angrily. A little old lady standing beside him looks at him concerned. He forces a smile and gives her a little wave. She smiles back, a smile that very clearly says "yeah okay that's great buddy," and turns away.

The false smile melts from his face again. Tom is so not ready to face his boss. There's no way he can avoid telling her, she knows him too well, she knows when he's lying. She will ask why he's late, he'll have to tell her why and the explanation will lead to him having to tell her he slept with the enemy.

The bus stops and Tom gets off. He walks a block and enters the police station. He sulks to his desk and begins to sit down but before he can take his seat a loud voice barks, "Tom, Captain's office, now!"

Tom groans and trudges up the stairs to the captain's office. Sitting at her desk was Captain Toodels Galore glaring angrily at Tom. Standing beside her was her second in command; a big brutish man with an underbite, his name is Spike. Spike smirks at Tom, Tom scowls.

"Tom," Toodels says angrily, "this is the third time you've been late this week. Please explain why you were late today and if you tell me it was because you were hung-over, again, then you might as well just turn in your badge and gun right now because I'm sick of hearing it."

"I'm sorry I was late, my neighbor has my car. I had to take the bus," Tom says looking down at his feet.

"I'm sorry I'm late ma'am," she corrects him. Spike chuckles.

Tom scowls and says,"I'm sorry I'm late ma'am."

"Good, now why does your neighbor have your car, you hate your neighbor?" She asks sharply.

"Because he blames me for his car being stolen, ma'am," Tom growls.

"And why does he blame you?" she asks raising her eyebrows disapprovingly.

"Because the person I slept with last night took it ma'am."

"Well who did you sleep with last night," she says with almost a smile.

Tom groans, he really doesn't want to have to talk about his sex life with his ex-wife, and even worse he doesn't want to have to tell the head of police that he banged a wanted fugitive.

"Well, spit it out," Spike grins obviously finding Tom's situation rather amusing.

"Why don't you stay out of it puppy dog," Tom growls at him.

"What did you call me?" Spike snarls.

"You heard me," Tom gives him a nasty smile, "you're the boss' little puppy dog, you follow her around and do anything she says."

Spike lunges at Tom pushing him up against the wall.

"Spike, stand down!" Toodels barks.

He releases Tom and under his breath Tom mutters, "That's what I thought."

"Now Spike get out, this doesn't concern you." She says sternly.

Reluctantly, he leaves closing the door loudly behind him.

Tom looks at Toodels. She gives him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, I was too harsh," she says pinching the bridge of her nose the way she always does when she's stressed, "you don't have to tell me who you slept with, its none of my business, I hope she makes you happy, you deserve to be happy."

Tom chuckles lightly; she's the one who deserves to be happy. He put her through hell. He was a terrible husband.

There is a long uncomfortable silence before Toodels says Tom can leave. He exits her office and lets out a sigh of relief. He didn't have to tell her, he can't believe he didn't have to tell her.

Tom's day is slow and boring, he wants nothing more than to go home and get hammered so he doesn't have to think about anything. At the moment he is the laughing stock of the entire precinct. Apparently Spike told everybody that the girl he slept with last night stole his neighbor's car. Everybody thought it was hilarious. After eight hours of jokes about his alcoholism and how he probably picked this girl up at some bar, it was finally time for Tom to go home.

Tom's week ends up being this day on repeat, until Friday.

(uhg that line wasn't well written I could do SO much better :p)

After work on Friday Tom walks to the bus stop like he had every day that week. As he's standing there it starts to rain, he groans. When the bus pulls up he gets on, he finds a free seat at the back of the bus and sits down. The young woman beside him looks up from her phone to give him a nasty look then she goes back to whatever it is people do on those things. Tom grits his teeth as he scans the bus. As he's looking around a shock of spiky chocolate colored hair catches his eye. Is that? It can't be. Tom squints at the young man, same hair, same freckles and are those hickies on his neck? That can't be a coincidence. The young man turns his head, it's like he could sense Tom's eyes on him. Jerry meets Tom's eye and gives him a wide grin and then turns around again. Tom grimaces.

Tom is waiting for Jerry to get off the bus and escape from him again. That's what Tom would do in the situation, get out of there as soon as he could, but Jerry stays in his seat.

When it was his stop Tom stood up, so did Jerry. Tom stares at the back of his head, perplexed. They both get off the bus and jerry turns to him.

"Tom, what a pleasant surprise," Jerry muses stepping towards Tom and putting his hands on Tom's chest.

"What are you doing here?" Tom asks, looking down at the young man.

"Well I wanted to see you of course," Jerry purrs sliding his hands down onto Toms hips and pulling him closer, "you want to see me again, right, or did our little fling mean nothing to you?" he says with a sarcastic little frown.

"No, not at all, or, I mean yes it meant, uhg, what I mean to say is I had a lot of fun that night but," Tom stutters but Jerry cuts him off.

"But nothing, you had fun, don't you think you deserve that after all you've been through?" Jerry asks.

"I," Tom starts but again is interrupted. Jerry reaches up and kisses Tom mid sentence. Tom sees a couple people staring at them as the bus drives off. He's not sure whether or not he cares, he decides he doesn't. He closes his eyes and lets Jerry kiss him.

Tom could get used to this. Just being with someone made him feel less empty and lately he felt barren.

Jerry breaks away and lightly strokes his cheek and Tom opens his eyes. Jerry grins at him and starts to walk away down the street.

"Hey where are you going?" Tom asks. Jerry ignores him and strolls down the street. Tom jogs to catch up with him. Once Tom is beside him Jerry beams up at him and grabs his hand. Jerry's hand is soft and slender in comparison to Tom's large ruff hands.

Jerry leads Tom down the street and turns into Tom's front yard. Tom should have know he was gonna come to his house. Duh.

Once he's unlocked the door and stepped inside Tom kicks off his shoes at it and Jerry follows suit and asks, "do you have any specific reason you do that?"

"My ex-wife is Japanese," he answers shutting the door, "and it keeps the house cleaner cause you don't track as much dirt in."

(anime wifeu uwa-desu~ lol fml)

"Huh, that's pretty smart, maybe I should start doing that," Jerry says with a good natured laugh.

"What exactly are you doing here," Tom asks, "I mean if I were you I'd stay away from me if I didn't want to get arrested."

Jerry laughs again, "You can't arrest me, besides even if you could, I don't mind, I like you, I want to spend time with you."

Tom gives him a warm smile, "I've broken so many laws for you, guess it's too late to stop."

Tom leans over and kisses Jerry on the forehead. Jerry giggles and pulls Tom towards the living room. This behavior reminds Tom of that of a sexually confident teenage girl, like the ones in the movies, the ones that try to do the nerdy guy but then the nerdy guy realizes that the geeky but cute girl is the girl for him.

Jerry pulls Tom onto the couch and looks, doe eyed, up at him.

"Ready for that encore?" Jerry muses.

"We just did it the other night," Tom says a bit amused.

"Aw, so you won't do me?" Jerry smirks.

Tom shrugs.

"I'll letcha do whatever ya want," Jerry grins flirtatiously, "You can have your way with me."

Tom rolls his eyes, "okay fine, we'll do your thing," Tom says faking a tone of annoyance but grinning down at him.

"Good," Jerry says kissing him quickly on the forehead, "now, tell me what to do."

Tom raises an eyebrow, "if you insist."

Jerry nods and bites his lip.

"Well then, what should I have you do?" Tom asks rhetorically. He thinks about it, something humiliating, he wants to see if he can get Jerry to show another side of himself. He has found he's rather sadistic toward Jerry.

"Something dirty," Jerry growls, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Tom's neck, almost nuzzling him as he went to whisper in Tom's ear, "treat me like your property, I deserve it."

Jerry's words catch Tom by surprise. He even thinks he hears Jerry choke up as he says the last bit, but he brushes it off by affectionately biting Tom's ear.

Tom hesitates, not sure how to proceed after Jerry said that.

"Come on, don't make me wait like this, I may very well die," Jerry complains. Tom pushes the thought to the back of mind to eat at him and fuel his alcoholism.

"Well I guess if you're that desperate," Tom says letting the smile melt back onto his face, "how about you start by playing with yourself, can you do that for me?" Tom asks stroking Jerry's cheek with his thumb.

Jerry nods and pulls off his pants and pulls back his underwear. He shoots a look over at Tom. Tom grins, "show me more."

Jerry chuckles lightly and pulls his underwear the rest of the way off. He glances up at Tom then continues, he slips his hand under his shirt and pusses it up exposing his chest.

"Good boy," Tom muses scanning Jerry's freckled body.

"Like what you see detective," Jerry smiles putting two fingers in his mouth and sucking on them suggestively.

"Oh yeah," Tom chuckles.

Jerry smiles, reaches down and inserts a finger inside himself. He exhales sensually.

"I never thought you could be obedient," Tom says staring at Jerry, "I wish you had been like this a year ago, then maybe I wouldn't be an alcoholic."

"Aw, but then we wouldn't be have any fun now, would we?" Jerry pants.

Tom chuckles again, this time it sounded a bit dark, "I guess you're right." Jerry's face lightens a bit. "Now use both hands," Tom smirks.

Jerry raises an eyebrow challengingly, then puts his shirt in his mouth, holding it up the way he had been doing both his left hand. Then he follows Tom's instructions.

Tom stares at Jerry, expressionless, a bit creepily. Jerry stares back an amused look on his face, he pants, his breathing is shaky.

"You're a perverted old man aren't you," Jerry says, his words muffled by his shirt, "are you turned on?"

"Maybe I am," Tom says quietly, his voice is a low growl. He crawls toward Jerry across the couch.

Jerry lets go of the shirt in his mouth, "Oh man," he says shuddering, "that's really turned me on, you keep talking like that and I might cum right now."

"Yeah?" Tom growls in the same low quiet voice. He pushes Jerry down onto the couch and hovers over him.

"Yeah," Jerry purrs. Tom leans down and kisses him firmly, Jerry bites his lower lip.

"Do me," he purrs.

"Ah a a, you said I could have my way with you, we're doing it my way so be patient," Tom says softly.

Jerry whines. Tom shushes him placing a finger on his lips. He opens his mouth and pants lightly.

"Still doing as you're told? Good boy," Tom says with a little smile, he puts two fingers in Jerry's mouth and presses down on his tongue. Jerry whines again.

"What is it doll," Tom asks, deciding that would be a good pet name.

Jerry whines once again and raises his hips up and grinds them against Tom's.

"You aren't being patient," Tom says taking his fingers out of his mouth.

Tongue free Jerry throws his head back and almost yells, "Fuck me!"

Tom just chuckles and reached down to Jerry's hand which is still moving in and out of himself. Tom replaces Jerry's fingers with one of his own. Jerry moans and complains, "Stop teasing me, you're so mean when you're sober."

"Yeah, well you're so annoyingly desperate when you're submissive," Tom complains back. Then he leans down and whispers, "It really turns me on."

Jerry moans again and moves his hips. Tom inserts another finger.

"Please Detective, please, please, please fuck me!" Jerry moans.

Tom thrusts his fingers into Jerry faster, "the more you beg the more I'm gonna wanna tease you," Tom grins. Jerry opens his mouth to retort but then closes it again and whines instead.

Tom smiles, he's having fun. It's like he's getting back at the little bastard back for all he had put him through. He knew it wasn't exactly how it was but it sure was fun to make him beg.

Jerry's breathing is quick and heavy, his silence was punctuated every other second by whiney little moans. He's having an immense difficulty keeping his mouth shut, Tom can see it in his face, he really, really wants Tom to fuck him.

"You're being such a good boy," Tom purrs, Jerry makes a pathetic, desperate sound at this praise.

"I'm gonna cum!" He practically yells.

Tom grins and Jerry lets out a particularly loud moan. He shudders and exhales loudly. Tom removes his fingers. Jerry shudders again and opens his eyes. He sits up and says, "Is that it, are you seriously done?"

Tom grins, "I never said I was finished."

But wait there's more, we're not done here I've got all sorts of edgy bullshit planed so hold on to your panties because the first little kitty to beg for chapter five gets a prize ! The prize is chapter five so hurry up before I fucking kill myself.