Tom and Jerry were on top of each other. That was a fact. Fact number two. Tom and Jerry tried slipping and sliding around to try and get off of each other. Fact number three. This had not worked as well as they had planned. Jerry was now face to face with his (as he thought) rival whilst their chests were slick together with their own seat, their crotches separated by two pieces of ragged cloth called sweat drenched boxers. Apparently the brown haired mouse had not liked this new position he found himself in as he stared into the silver pair of eyes in front of him: he decided to do something about that. Unfortunately for Jerry that worked as well as it did the previous time they shuffled. The brown haired boy, with his still slippy surface, tried to scramble away from the other boy once again but only succeeded in making him spin on Tom's chest until his face smacked into something. It was hard. Jerry closed his eyes. Drip. Drip. Drip. Jerry could feel it on his small nose. Another drip went onto his lip. Instinctively Jerry licked his soft lips. It was salty. It was sweet. The boy opened his eyes in search for more but found himself face to cock. 1...2...3...reaction! Jerry sprang up from his spot and all Tom saw in the next few seconds was Jerry's small butt getting smaller and smaller in the direction of the kitchen. Tom, smartly, took this opportunity to escape and do what he wanted to do in the first place. Get some bloody clothes. He searched onward for the owner's son's room.
Jerry was in the kitchen. He was panting. He was fucking petrified. Not because he thought Tom was chasing him. Not because he was practically naked in a kitchen that was fitted with a large window leading to outside. Not because he had just had Tom's very essence on the tip of his tongue. No. It was because he liked it. He shouldn't have liked it. He couldn't have. How can he be enemies with someone that he wants to lap up. How could he possibly go onto li- Jerry's thoughts were interrupted when a pale 17 year old looking boy came into the kitchen. He was fitted with a white and blue striped shirt along with some brown shorts that were perfect for the summer weather they were going through. Jerry froze as the boy turned to look at him. Brown met silver as Tom took a step forward. Jerry took a step back. Another step forward, another step back. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward. Jerry was up against the wall. Tom walked closer until their bodies were inches apart. Tom went to his knees. Tom took a finger and wiped a small dew of essence from the top of Jerry's boxer lump that was helping dampen the clothing. Tom put it in his mouth and simply said "now...we're even." After that he quickly grabbed the other boy's boxers and pulled them down revealing a full naked tanned Jerry. Tom then pulled the boxers towards him letting Jerry fall on his butt. The next thing Jerry knew his boxers were off his body, his heart was going a million miles per hour and he was...covered in clothes? Taking the fabric off him he found a tighter pair of black, orange rimmed, boxers along with a plain orange shirt and brown shorts that matched the boy that was now walking away, only the slightest of smiles on his face. Jerry quickly put the given clothes on him and in the bravest voice he could muster (which wasn't very brave since this is the first sentence he's properly said) "That wasn't funny Tom!" Tom, though, thought otherwise as he smiled turning with his eyes closed as he replied "It seemed pretty hilarious to me... mouse." at that last part he dropped his smile. Why was he doing this? Why wasn't he chasing the mouse right now. He took another glance at Jerry who had only just put on his boxers and shorts scanning the lean tanned muscles in the boy's arms that matched his own. Oh yes. He reminded himself. He's not a mouse anymore. With that thought he once again turned away from the mouse instead wanting to go back to his cat-bed in the corner of the living room and sit down.
Jerry looked at Tom trying his very best to fit his 5'10 body into a 2 feet wide cat-bed with murmurs of "I just need to squeeze here" and "fuck have I gotten too fat". The sight made Jerry laugh as he walked his way back to the living room wall whilst Tom stopped his fidgeting to watch Jerry gracefully walk face first into the wall itself exactly above where a mouse-sized hole was. Now it was Tom's turn to laugh and laugh he did as he saw the brown eyed boy stagger away from the wall with a shocked expression on his face. This laughter lessened when that shock turned to sadness. The laughter dissipated when the sadness turned to small sniffles and a few strand tears made their way down Jerry's cheek. Tom did not know why he did this. It was completely out of character and not called for in the situation at all. But despite all the warnings in his new-human body telling him to stop, he got up and embraced Jerry into a hug. Jerry took this as much as he could and whilst sniffing was able to get out "Everything's different... what can I do?" Tom didn't respond. Because Tom himself honestly didn't know the solution to this either. He just knew that Jerry was crying and despite being his sworn rival, Tom did not like seeing Jerry cry. So he did what any cat would do when they found themselves in a position that they were now human with human features trying to comfort another animal turned human. He kissed him. And Jerry? Jerry kissed back. This wasn't only a kiss though. Soon they were making out, the tears had stopped, moans had started, members hardened once more as both their shirts were off in an instant. Tom worked Jerry's zipper down his shorts in order to grab his -
*BANG BANG BANG*
It's amazing how fast people can move with the right motivation as the two boys were properly dressed and moving towards the doorway where the banging sourced from. With a gulp Tom opened the door to find three figures. One was a man about 25 with a dark blue t-shirt along with a bulldog on the front of it, alongside this were some dark blue denim jeans. The man was holding a child that looked exactly like him but smaller with identical clothing except the bulldog on his shirt was a puppy. Finally there was a woman standing next them. She had blonde hair kept up with a blue bow, a curved feline figure and beautiful snow white skin. Her shirt was a tight crop top that supported the idea that the human form she was given was generous along with some light blue jeans. Time was still for the group until one line brought them back to reality.
"Listen pussycat... care to explain this?"
A/N: Ok...I'm sorry this took a looooooooooooooooooooong time because my life is a living hell HOWEVER I promised you more and i served you more. I will really (actually) try to keep up these updates now that I'm finding myself bored more often instead of crammed with work and I hope you all know the only reason this story wasn't forgotten into the deep parts of my brain it was because of people reviewing and following and favouriting which pops up on my emails and actually makes me feel really good. So this is all thanks to you guys. Make sure to review this current chapter and I'll see you spoon (I SWEAR)
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