After twenty minutes of tongue tricks and wet lips, Tommy removes his mouth from mine and connects it to my neck. My jaw, thankful for the break, closes a couple seconds before I bite my bottom lip and get hotter as he begins sucking the skin 2 inches from my ear lobe. I wrap my legs tighter around his body and run my fingers through his hair as he continues his sucking.
My shirt is wrinkled and turned a little and I successfully unbuttoned all but three buttons on Tommy's dress shirt. He had unbuttoned my pants and I had unbuckled his belt. Our hair had looked 10 times better before we entered this room. Am I complaining? Hell no. Have you ever made out with Tommy? No. You have no idea what this man is capable of…or his tongue, which by the way is swirling on my neck.
"T-t-Tommy you're really going to have to stop that." I say, breathless. That is my spot and really doesn't want to know what I will do if he continues do suck at it. His response at my request for him to stop was nibbling. I get that tingly feeling in my body and get hotter as I swallow hard.
You know this is honestly cruel and unusual punishment. He is making me hot right now only we are at work, in a closet, condom-less, so we have no way of actually having sex. But I can't tell him to stop again. Actually I don't think he would stop if I told him to. He didn't the first time.
His hand travels from my waist down to the crotch of my jeans. Tommy Quincy you are seriously trying to make me loose it. He knows exactly what he is doing: teasing. He opens his mouth wider and takes in even more of my skin, sucking harder. My heart rate speeds up and my blood pressure rises.
When he begins rubbing the crotch of my jeans I can't help but let out a small moan. You could barely hear it from me being out of breath. My temperature is so high that I feel sweat forming on my forehead. Why is he doing this to me? Not that I am complaining. Well I'm complaining about the fact that we can't actually have sex. Wait, why am I thinking at all? I should be concentrating on this, him.
He puts his two middle fingers right in my center and pushes through my jeans. I bite my lip hard. I'm pretty sure that right now my heart is beating at least 100 beats per minute. My fingers continue to run themselves through his silky hair. In some way I think that turns him on. But not as much as how he is turning me on right now.
He unzips my already unbuttoned pants and begins to pull them down. I unwrap my legs from around him, helping out. His mouth stays connected to mine as my pants get closer and closer to the ground. I unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it off of him, my hands bracing his back.
He begins to pull my shirt up, finally taking his mouth from my neck, and I raise my arms up. Just as my shirt hits the ground Tommy's cell phone lights up and begins to ring. I blink a little, the bright light hurting my eyes, adjusted to the dark closet. He sighs. Is he really going to answer that? A phone call is more important than making out with me?
"It's Darius." He says. Okay, that phone call is more important than this. That phone call could cost us our jobs if he didn't pick up. He flips open his phone as I search around the room for the shirt that had just been discarded from me. I realize that I had also lost an ear ring which was going to be even more difficult to find in the dark.
"Hey, D." I hear Tommy say as I continue my search. "Tommy where are you?" Darius' voice comes from the phone. Tommy clears his throat. He's thinking of a lie. My hand falls onto an article of clothing. I pick it up and stand up and try to determine whether it belongs to Tommy or me. When I feel the buttons I know that it's Tommy's.
"Jude and I are on the roof." Tommy says. I look at him and give him an that's-the-best-you-could-come-up-with look. He shrugs. I hold in my laughter. He cracks under Darius' pressure. It's so cute. It's like Darius is Tommy's dad and each time Tommy does something wrong he is afraid when he has to answer to Darius.
"That's where she gets her inspiration, D. She's writing a song right now." He says. Hmm that was a little better, but still not the best excuse he could have come up with. I return my attention to finding my shirt, which after a few more moments I found was all the way by the door.
"Well I need you two back in the studio a-sap." Darius says. "You got it." Tommy says before closing his phone. I smile at him, but doubt he can see me. You know if it's not Saidie or Kwest messing up a moment it's Darius. Why is everyone against me loosing my virginity and ruining my moments with Tommy? Well maybe because I'm not supposed to be having moments with Tommy. Oh well.
"You ready?" I ask him after I have my shirt back on and pants re-zipped. He grabs me by the waist. I've always noticed how strong and masculine his arms were. "I was ready for something else a few moments ago." He says into my ear. Yeah you're not the only one buddy.
"Well if someone buys their four packs of condoms maybe we can actually finish this tonight." I whisper back into his ear. You know I'm becoming a better and better flirt each day. I'm finally growing out of the shy stage I used to be in whenever Tommy would get two feet away from me. I still get weak in the knees whenever I feel his body heat or smell his cologne though. But hey this is Tommy we're talking about. You would too.
"I'm going to the store the second I get off of work." He replies before kissing me lightly on the lips. He breaks the kiss and turns around to open the door. Okay now all I have to do is get my heart rate back to normal and stop my hands from shaking and I'll be good. I don't know how Tommy can play things off so easily. Well probably because he was the one teasing me not the other way around.
When we get back to the studio we see Saidie and Kwest talking. Since when did they have conversations? I'm going to kill them both if they are talking about this morning. Actually it kind of seemed like they were flirting. Come on Saidie. As if you don't have every guy on your campus. She really needs to choose one guy and stick with him.
"Out of my seat." Tommy says as he hits Kwest on his shoulder. "Ow." Kwest says as he stands up and moves to the other chair. I look at Saidie, who was smirking at me. Why she is smirking at me I don't know. But I should be the one smirking because we just walked in on her and Kwest flirting.
"Jude, that's a very interesting red circle on your neck." Saidie says. Shit! My hand quickly moves to my neck and I glance at Tommy, who scratches and turns his head. Kwest immediately begins to smirk widely. Okay now would be a good time to come up with an excuse. Come on Jude, think of an excuse. Why am I drawing a blank?
"And Tommy, I can't help but love your missed buttoned shirt." She says. Tommy looks down at his shirt and sees that he did mess up. I can't wait till Saidie goes asleep tonight. When she wakes up in the morning and sees all of her pretty bleached blonde hair on the pillow next to her I bet she will regret doing this. Revenge is going to be sweet. I'm pretty sure Tommy will take care of Kwest, who is still smirking.
"I was wondering where you two disappeared to. I figured it was probably the bathroom or the back of Tommy's H2." Kwest says. You know what? Screw Tommy getting him back. I'm going to find out where Kwest lives and I'm going to make sure he has the same hairy wake up that Saidie is going to have. Except I'm going to make sure Kwest's head is so bald and shiny that I can do my make up in it.
"Kwest if you want to ever get a date in this town within the next two weeks I would stop." Tommy says. Nice, Quincy. You are so cute when you have that serious look on your face. His eyes turn to a really pretty blue. Not that they aren't always a heart skipping blue.
"I already have a date tonight." Kwest says. Tommy smirks. "Do you plan on picking her up with a black eye and a broken arm?" He asks. I smile to myself. That's my Tommy. And yes I did say my Tommy. I can say that he is mine in my thoughts. Although I'm pretty sure most of the other skanks he's dated or had one night stands with have said the same.
"T, I'm not the one who came back in here with messy hair, a barely buttoned shirt and a wrongly buckled belt." He says. I look at Tommy's jeans. I had missed the fact that he had bucked his belt the wrong way. Guess that's what happens when you get dressed in the dark. I glance at my shirt to make sure I had but it on the right way. Thankfully, I had.
"Hmm seeing that makes me wonder just how far you guys went." Saidie asks. You know I was going to leave with a few inches of hair, but now, since she said that, nevermind. I'm going to give her the worst haircut ever. She is going to have to wear hats for the next 2 months.
"Saidie, we have work to do. And last time I checked you worked here too, so go back to your desk." I say. Yeah that's right, I just told her what to do. "I think you forgot who the older sister was." She says. How could I forget? She has been reminding me for the past 17 years of my dramatic life.
"I don't care, Saidie. Leave." I say. She rolls her eyes and touches my hikkey as she exit the room. My hand goes to my neck and I think about how I'm going to hide it. I could try and put my hair over it but that won't work for long. Putting a band aid over it would make it all the more obvious. This sucks.
"You know normally Tommy leaves the hikkies in a different area than that." Kwest says, smirking widely. It's official. I hate him and Saidie both the same amount. Note to self: ask Tommy where Kwest lives so I can egg his house. Tommy sighs as he stands up. He hits Kwest on the back of the head. I love him.
"Out." Tommy says. Kwest turns his chair around to face him. "What?" He asks. Tommy points to the door. "I can do this song by myself. Why don't you go make a sandwich or flirt with Saidie for the next few hours." He says. I love it when he takes charge. He seems so…manly. Yeah that's the only word I could find.
"So you want me gone for three hours so you and Jude can…work? What exactly will you two be working on?" He asks. That's it. I run towards Kwest. Just as I am about to dive towards him Tommy grabs me by the waist. That doesn't stop me from swinging. I hate Kwest so much.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Kwest says as he jumps up. Tommy laughs as he loosens his grip on me. He looks at me, still smiling. What? I wasn't really going to hit him. I was just…going to give him a hug; a nice breath-taking hug. Okay, so I was probably going to hit him like he was Saidie but oh well. Those jokes weren't funny. If they were about two other people they would have been funny. But since they were about me, it wasn't.
"Easy there, Rockstar." Tommy says. I smile a little. See all he has to say is three words that don't necessarily mean anything and I am no longer mad. Well most of the time it works that way. When he is the one I'm pissed off at that doesn't work. He needs to grovel for me to stop being mad. But let's not bring up the reasons why he makes me. I honestly don't think there are enough hours in the day anyways.
"I wasn't really going to hurt him…that bad." I say. He laughs and shakes his head as he sits down. I sit down in the chair right next to him and watch as he unbuckles his belt and tries to put it through the loops the right way. Mmm I never noticed how sexy Tommy's hands were. Those tattoos kind of make his hands look sexy. Maybe I'm saying that because I'm looking in between his legs a little.
I hear the door open and turn around to see Porsha. She looks at me then at Tommy, who just now was buckling his belt. Okay, so if I was to walk in and see this I would think the worst also. This isn't going to be good. I can tell because Porsha's smile turned into a angry line. Tommy looks up at her and realizes how the situation looks also. He always was kinda slow on things. But I still love him.
"So I guess this goes back to my whole bad timing thing." She says, her voice dripping of sarcasm. Yeah, this wasn't going to go too well at all. "It's seriously not what –" Porsha cuts him off. "—It looks like?" She finishes. Hmm something tells me she has heard those words before. Well she was married to Tommy so I figure she probably has heard that phrase one too many times. Hell even I have heard that phrase a couple times.
"It's hard to explain but we didn't do anything." He says. Is he nervous? Have you ever noticed that Tommy is like a big kid when he gets caught? He never knows what to say. When it isn't me he is getting caught by, it's kinda cute. But I find nothing cute about it when I'm the one catching him doing something wrong.
"Right, just like that hikkey on Jude's neck is probably hard to explain also?" Porsha asks. Why does everyone notice my hikkey so fast? I guess I would probably notice a hikkey on Tommy's neck or anyone's neck pretty quickly also but still. In a minute I'm going to have to go to the bathroom to figure out how to style my hair so that no one else can see it.
"Porsha, why did you come in here?" Tommy asks. Porsha rolls her eyes and looks at the clipboard she was holding. "Darius sent me in here to make sure you two were back in here making music. Now what kind of music you two are making is a question that I never want to be answered." She says before walking out.
"Why is everyone in this damn place a smartass?" I ask. Tommy smirks. "You know I actually would have let you kick her ass." He says. I laugh. Of course he would. No guy would ever pass up the chance to see a chick on chick fight. "I bet you would have." I say to him. He smiles.
"Of course I would have. That's girl on girl action with clothes. Not as good as X rated girl on girl action but it will do for the daytime hours." He says. He is such a pervert but for some reason, I still love him. I don't know how that is possible. Oh, right, he has a sexy voice, gorgeous eyes; a tone body, masculine forearms and hopefully a big…you know.
"You know that's the biggest rip off ever." I say. Tommy gives me a curious look. I'll leave out the part that it was completely adorable. "How do you figure?" He asks. I cross my legs and start to twirl my chair left and right.
"Guys get turned on when two girls kiss. They think it's the hottest thing in the world." I say. Tommy smiles and nods his head. "If both girls are hot enough." He adds. I roll my eyes. That doesn't surprise me. "Okay, if both girls are hot enough. But we girls don't get turned on by seeing two guys kiss. In fact it has the opposite effect. We want to see guys working out and playing football…not kissing each other. That's a rip off." I say.
He throws his head back and starts laughing. That's not funny. It really is a rip off. Guys damn near hop out of their seats when they see two girls make out but when we see two guys make out we automatically know their gay and off limits. Where is the fairness in that? After a couple more seconds of Tommy laughing I kick him. He looks at me and just smiles.
"I'm sorry the world isn't fair, Harrison." He says. Yeah I bet he is. "Sure you are. I bet if I was to look around your house I would find at least 5 pornos of girl on girl action." I respond. He laughs. I'm guessing that's his way of telling me I'm right. "Yeah and I bet if you look around Mason's house you would find 5 pornos of guy on guy action." He says.
My jaw drops and I am about to hit him when he stops smiling and shakes his head. Why did he…oh, he got mental images of what he just said. Ha ha Quincy, ha ha. "What's the matter, Tommy? Just get mental images?" I ask, smirking. He puts his hands over his face and nods his head. I laugh.
"Well you shouldn't have said that." I say. That's karma for you. "Yeah lets stop talking about guy on guy action and go back to girl on girl action." He says. You know it's my fault because I started this conversation. I think. Now he is never going to want to stop. That's what happens when you bring up sex around Quincy. You should expect at least 20 minutes of talking about it.
"No, how about we get to work." I say. He smiles. I should have rephrased that sentence. "Okay, I'm going to get to work on giving you a matching hikkey on your left side." He says, smiling. See, I told you I should have rephrased my sentence. Wait, he's not about to give me another one. I'm already having a hard time trying to hide this one. Actually this one hasn't even been on my neck for an hour. No way.
"I don't think so, Quincy." I say. He smirks. I know he's not going to give up without a fight. He never does. I really don't think I'm going to be able to stand him giving me another one. That's just not going to be possible. I almost lost it in the closet earlier and he knows that.
"Are you sure?" He asks, scooting closer to me. Oh God, here we go. Jude just keep your cool. Don't give in to him, no matter how much you want to. What the hell am I saying? That's on my to do list: have sex on the soundboard at G Major. But did I really mean my first time? I look at Tommy who is now smirking.
"You would have sex with me on this soundboard wouldn't you?" He asks. Can he read minds now? Maybe I had a look on my face that told him what I was thinking. Well who knew Tommy paid close attention to me and my facial expressions. You know I find out new things about each and every day. Most of them good, some bad.
"Don't know what you're talking about, Quincy." I reply. That's it, Jude. Play dumb. Not that he's going to buy it. Even I would buy it. Tommy is about to say something when the door opens. You know we really need to ask Darius about getting a lock on this door. And when he asks why I'll say its to keep people from distracting my work. Meaning in between the lines: it's to keep people from interrupting me and Tommy's flirting.
"Jude and Tom I need to talk to you." I turn around and see Darius in the door way. Speak of the devil. Hmm and the red shirt does fit him well. "What's up?" Tommy asks. I notice him checking his clothes to see if everything was in order. How cute. Wait, maybe I should be doing the same thing. Okay, I'm alright.
"Tonight I have to close up early. So be done by 8:30." He says. Since when does Darius close earlier? He MUST have a date. That can be the only reason. "Why are you closing early?" Tommy asks. Darius smiles. Yep it's defiantly a date. I knew it.
"Don't worry about it, T. Just be done by 8:30…no actually be done by 8:25 so I can close exactly at 8:30." He says before he leaves. I shake my head. Darius even gets dates but I can't find the right moment to loose my virginity. What are the odds of that? Tommy turns to me and smiles.
"He has a date." Tommy says. I smile. He is so cute when he's late on saying stuff. Honestly. "I figured that too, Quincy." I say. He smiles. We both get quiet. He looks as if he is contemplating something over in his head. It's probably something sexual. I swear sexual is his middle name. No, I take that back, nympho is his middle name. Yeah, that's the perfect middle name for him.
"So I was thinking, Harrison." He begins. About sex? Yes I know. I am a physic. If he says he wants to see me and some random girl doing some girl on girl action I'm going to punch him. He smiles a little.
"Well I find it pathetic that Darius has a date tonight and I don't so how about after work me and you go on a date. Wherever you want." He says. Whoa, Tommy just asked me on a date. Just out of the blue like that. Whoa. This has to be a life changing moment right here. So does this mean he is trying to be my boyfriend? If we go on this date then that means we are dating? But there are two terms of dating. There is going out of dates but then there is relationship dating. Wait, stop analyzing this Jude and answer him.
"So you're only asking me on a date because Darius has one?" I ask, teasingly. He laughs. "No I'm asking you because I have nothing to do after work." He says. That jerk. "Well I guess since I don't have anything do after work either, I could stand to be in your presence for a few hours." I say. Smooth. I'm really getting better at this. He laughs again.
"Okay so you want to do dinner and a movie?" He asks. Hmm dinner with Quincy then being in a dark room. Hell yes. I would love spending every night of my life like that. Well after the movie in bed with Quincy would be a better ending. Hopefully that ending happens tonight.
"Sure." I say. I hope I'm not blushing and I hope I'm not smiling too much. Tommy smiles at me and nods his head. "Okay well lets get to work so we can get out of here." He says. I smile and nod my head. Yeah, right. Like I'm going to be able to concentrate after that conversation. Tommy and I have a date tonight.
When you think about it, we did things kind of backwards. Last night we almost had sex before even going on a date. That's just us I guess. We always do stuff the wrong way. Oh well. I wouldn't change it for the world
At 8:20…….
"Harrison for once you got something done early." Tommy says as he takes off his head phones. You know what if I would be offended by that comment if it wasn't true. But do you think I'm going to let him think it's true? Hell no.
"I resent that comment, Quincy." I say. He laughs. "You know I'm right, you just don't want to admit it." He says. No, that's not true at all. Okay, yes it is but again am I going to let him know he's right? No. Now I have successfully lasted 10 hours of anticipating this date. We need to go.
"Quincy, we can spend the next five minutes arguing about who is right or we can leave now to go on our date." I say. He smiles as he stands up. I knew that would get him to move. I wonder if he is as excited about this as I am. No, because he has gone on at least half a million dates. This is just a typical thing for him.
"You want me to pick you up at 9-ish that way you can have some time to shower and change?" He asks. Yeah that probably would be a good idea. "Yeah, that sounds good." I say. He smiles as he opens the door and lets me go out first. I smile at him and walk out, knowing his eyes are glued to my ass.
Okay it has been 45 minutes since Tommy dropped me off. I am just now applying my make up and have rearranged my hair 7 different times. I swear it was almost impossible to hide this damn hikkey but I succeeded. Now all I have to do is apply this eyeliner. Hopefully I won't stab my eye out. Right now my hands are shaking because I'm so nervous. But the bright side is…I am actually on time.
As I grab my purse I hear the doorbell. I look at the clock. 9:15, right on time. That's one thing I love and hate about him. He is always on time but that can be annoying because I'm a girl. I'm never on time. Except for tonight. I open the door and smile when I see him in a black dressed shirt (properly buttoned) and blue jeans. He looked casual yet dressed up. His hair was…if this is possible…even more perfect than earlier. He smiles as he pulls a single red rose from behind his back. Aww that's so sweet!
"Thank you." I say, smiling. Tommy smiles back. "No problem. You ready to go?" He asks. Hell yes. I've been ready to go since you asked me on this date. Duh, Quincy. "Of course." I say. He smiles again and holds his arm out, telling me to go in front of him. I smile.
When we get to the car he opens the door for me and allows me to get in before closing it. Hmm he's being a real gentleman already. He really must want sum tonight. The question is: will I let him get it?...
Okay so there is the first update of this year and I personally find that sad because its already been a half year since 2007. I'm soo sorry. No sorry does describe how I feel for neglecting this fic. The update isn't even very long but that's because I am trying to update all fics within this week so I have to do short ones to have all the updates out. But trust me this will be updated again soon. I'm sorry again. please review and tell me what you think!