I got the seventh review, so yeah I have to update. Apparently Jerry won with Tom regarding the 'top' matter 3 to 2. Just so you know it does not influence the future chapters but it's nice to read what you think. I still don't understand English punctuation, it's completely different from ours. Anyone want to be my beta? Anyway enjoy!
A lot of things were broken and really the house looked like in the old times when Tom was still a cat chasing a clever rodent. The only thing that changed was the fact his prey was now the same size as him. The mouse realized this only half way. When he stopped escaping Tom almost crashed into him. He held a vase over the other's head not quite sure how to react to the change in Jerry's attitude. He eventually crashed the vase close to their feet. The mouse flinched but hadn't given up his spot.
"I'm not going to be scared of you anymore." He said looking straight into mad yellowish eyes.
Tom looked the mouse over, stopping a moment longer on the lips and getting back to the eyes. Jerry's will seemed unbreakable.
"Fine. I am not going to stay with you any longer."
He started making his way to the door but the mouse stopped him.
"Wait" he said holding the others wrist "You have nowhere to go." His big, honest eyes were filled with desperation. Even now, when the cat said what they had was nothing but pleasure he couldn't let go.
"I will find something." Tom was not going to give up so easily.
"I have an idea that will allow both of us to stay in the house."
The mouse finished gluing the red tape to the floor. They decided to divide the house among themselves.
"Just so you know; the first one to cross the red line and go to the other's part will move out." Said Tom from his half of the couch.
Jerry sat next to him on his half eyeing the red tape with hatred. He was second guessing his intelligence. How long could he go without touching Tom? Especially when Tom was wearing nothing but his boxers. Even weather was his enemy. "Of course."
After a while of tense silence he found a safe topic for conversation.
"What are you watching?"
"Not sure how it's called. It's about some bitch which owner's pretty rich and the dog that was risen on the streets. I think they are in the process of falling in love. You know, just now they are eating spaghetti in a way that must lead to a kiss." He said keeping his face as emotionless as he could.
"You? Watching a cartoon about dogs?" Jerry didn't even try to hold in his chuckle.
"What's so strange about that? I liked 101 Dalmatians."
The mouse 'hmm'ed in response.
"Would you mind getting crisps? They're on your side of the kitchen."
Jerry considered it. Should he be an asshole and destroy their very thin line of understanding?
"No problem."
If his and Tom's hands touched while reaching for food it would be only by accident.
Their system worked out quite well. For a day.
At night Tom couldn't sleep, because that fucking mouse watched porn in his room. At full volume. He gave up trying to hide his face under the pillow. He went out to make Jerry turn it off. The only problem was that he could not reach the door to knock on it and shouting didn't work. He took of his slipper and threw it at the door creating a loud thud.
"What?" said Jerry walking out and standing right before Tom, not crossing the line. His pyjama bottoms did nothing to hide quite an impressive erection. His cheeks were red and his breath was coming out in short puffs.
"You are to loud." Said the cat irritated.
"Am I?" asked Jerry licking his lips and smiling mischievously when Tom's eyes traced the movement of his tongue.
Their breath's were mingling. There was only an inch between their bodies. Looking at the mouse's enlarged pupils did it for Tom. He closed his eyes and started leaning into Jerry's space until there wasn't anything between their lips.
A loud moan from the porn movie made the cat jump and open his eyes.
"You could join me, you know? Watch it with me." Jerry's voice was deep and inviting.
The mouse slowly saw the cats gaze turn from aroused to scandalized.
"You want me to loose." He said quietly. "Do you think I'm stupid? Wait, you probably do. So sorry to say that, but you will be the one getting out."
Before Jerry could utter a word, Tom stormed back to his room. A crash was heard, a sign that once more poor, innocent house equipment was hurt as a result of tension. It's the hand, then, thought Jerry bitterly, getting back to his porn.
Tom refused to talk with the other for the next two days. He was sure they could live like that for at least three months. If not for that stupid's mouse kindness.
He fell asleep on the couch. He woke up feeling someone was moving him. Briefly opening his eyes he realized it was Jerry dislodging him, so that he wouldn't wake up on the mouse's part of the couch. Jerry kissed the top of his head covering Tom back with his sweatshirt that fell of in the process of moving.
When the mouse went back upstairs he looked sourly at the sweatshirt. Touching the place when Jerry kissed him, he though It can't go on like this.
The next day Jerry almost dropped the pot in which he was making his breakfast. Tom entered the kitchen in a red apron. Only in the apron. Where did he get it?
"Good morning." Tom said smirking a little seeing the mouse's utter shock. Jerry mumbled something that reminded 'mornin'.
Tom started chopping the vegetables counting in his mind. One chop, two chops, and after a seventh chop he felt a hand closing on his own stopping the knife. The mouse was pressed against his naked backside, breathing into his ear.
"What do you want?" asked Tom, trying to seem irritated. "The cheese is on your side."
"No" Jerry said into his ear "I want something…" his hand roamed to the cat's already growing penis "… much more delicious." He bit Tom's shoulder.
"Ah!" Tom couldn't stop his moan. "You…" he tried to elaborate between the mouse's licks "You lost."
All movement stopped. Tom was regretting his words when the heat left his backside, but then he was quickly moved and maneuvered into a chair.
He was actually thinking the mouse will attack him and not let go until he's satisfied. He would never predict that Jerry will kneel before him.
"Do whatever you want to me. Make me your servant. Make me your fuck toy. I don't care if you don't love me, if you use me for your desires. Just please, please, don't make me leave you." Once more the mouse eyes were unmovable. There was no doubt in them, no hesitance in his words.
Tom was stunned. How was he supposed to answer to that? He felt like such a selfish bastard. How could someone be so selfless, so desperate for a lazy cat like him? So he did what he thought the mouse wanted him to. He continued being selfish.
"Fine." He rose Jerry's chin a little with his foot. "Then show me what you're worth."
Jerry kissed the offered foot. "Thank you."
Tom felt tortured. The mouse was incredibly delicately kissing his way to his crotch and it was so much worse when he took his dick into his mouth. Shouldn't a man who is hungry eat quickly and egoistically? But this slow and completely calm way seemed even more desperate. Tom felt devoured and was slowly losing all senses. The toes on his feet curled trying to find something to hold onto, to not let him get to this painful heaven. The mouse seeing that Tom bit his lip so hard it was drawing blood, stopped sucking his cock and preparing his entrance for Tom's cock.
Tom was conflicted. He wanted to get the mouse mouth back on his member. But something tighter erupted him. The mouse already impaled himself on his cock. When Jerry started to ride him he didn't know if he should pray for it to stop or to thank gods that his partner watched so much porn. This time Jerry wasn't going slow. He was mindlessly and wildly moving trying to reach their peaks.
When Jerry came with a soft cry, Tom couldn't hold back either. He was only thankful that they both were incredibly good in keeping their tears in.
Well? I'm in a bit of depression right now, sorry if it influences my writing. Anyway, I think that eight reviews are a good number for the next chapter :P So review!
