Wet Start 5
Title: Wet Start
Chapter number/One Shot: Chapter 5
Author: Evieplease and Catwinchester
Which Tom Character: Actor!Tom
Genre: Humor/Erotica
Fic Summary: Tom needs a plumber. He gets one.
Authors notes/ warnings: NSFW Last Chapter!
It was..nice, cuddled up to Tom on the sofa, drinking beer and laughing at the idiots on the telly mistaking home renovation for building a film set. Tom got it. Which, I suppose, makes sense, as he’s no doubt very familiar with MDF set construction. In any case, I enjoyed the giggles and derisive snorts under my ear.
Dinner was good, Tom sweetly complimentary about my cooking as we ate in front of another episode. I swear, the slapstick that is Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen never gets old.
Another beer, and Tom tugged me into his lap, old Lawrence forgotten. I turned to straddle him, sitting back on his thighs to see him clearly, looking at him inquiringly.
“Rocky, I…” He stared into my eyes, clearly trying to communicate something telepathically. Funnily enough, I think I understood. For the first time Tom looked…diffident. Unsure. And maybe a little bashful, which is fucking adorable, really. I decided to take pity on him. And on myself, not incidentally. I figure I can take the leap, because really, if I’m wrong, I won’t ever have to see him again, right?
“Tom.” I put my fingers on his lips to stop him worrying about how to voice what he wants. What I want.
“I have a busy life, and not much time for a relationship. I think you might be in a… similar state?” He nodded. I could see the hope leaping in his eyes, and I felt the same in me.
“But… I could do with a friends with benefits thing?” I shrugged. “If you –”
“Yes. Rocky, yes please.” He jumped in and said a bit shakily, bending to touch his forehead to mine, his hands tightening on my waist. I blew a breath out, relieved that I’d not fucked it up. I raised a stern finger.
“Condoms are non-negotiable, right? I’m on the pill, but I’ve never had sex without a condom and I’m not going to change that for anyone, even pretty film stars! If it’s not on, it’s not on!”
“Right. Condoms. No harm, no foul, no strings.” He stated firmly. I nodded, my stomach doing a little swoop..
“Right. No whips, no chains, no marks.” I stated plainly. Tom chuckled.
“Eh, all my whips and chains are out for repair, anyway!” he quipped.
“Work ‘em that hard do ya?”
“Well,” he shrugged modestly. “How do you feel about handcuffs?”
“Only if you’ve got a badge, and I don’t mean a Blue Peter one!”
“Understood.”
I giggled, pointing my thumb over my shoulder at the telly.
“I hope you didn’t send your whips and chains out to that lot, they’ll come back as macramé!”
His laugh trailed off as his hands moved down to my backside and his lips came down on mine. His mouth explored gently until I pressed forward, and then the kiss became more searching, his tongue tracing the shape of my bottom lip.
My hands slid to his chest, exploring his firm chest, trailing down to an honest to God six pack beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. Very nice. His large hands massaged my bum, kneading firmly. He lifted his head and stared seriously at me a moment.
“Rocky, you have a gorgeous arse…” I grinned as I wriggled to get closer.
“I know, right? But I usually call it my ass.”
I could see him frantically trying to work out where this was going, but eventually he gave up.
“Why’s that then?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Because if you ass nicely, I might let you touch it.”
He shook his head, rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh at my awful jokes.
“Your sense of humour is so awful, it’s almost good.”
“I know, right?” I grinned at him.
Tom slid me off his knees to my feet, considerately holding my arm to steady me. Such a gentleman idiot. I rather like it. I can’t say I’ve had too many gentle encounters. Most of the blokes I’ve been with didn’t much bother with the niceties. Wham, bam, and I was lucky if I got the ‘thank you Ma'am’!
“Shall we go upstairs so I can examine this arse more thoroughly?” His eyebrow arched.
“What a good idea!” I grinned.
He stood and took my hand, leading me up the stairs to his bedroom.
He pushed the door open and the room was filled with an eerie light, streaming into the room from the large windows overlooking the back garden. The drapes were open and the windows positively glowed, though it was well past sunset. Almost unconsciously I dropped Tom’s hand, drawn to the odd light. The air next to the window pane was chilled, my breath coming back misty. I looked out into the peculiar light, the snow was falling thick and fast. The cloud level was low and the city lights were reflecting off the clouds and the thick curtain of snow.
Though it was full night outside, I could have read by the reflected light. I was mesmerized by the view. I felt Tom move behind me, his hands settling on my hips as he looked out the window over my shoulder. We stood like that together, staring out at the storm for a long moment. Then he pulled my hips back so that my body was flush with his, holding my hips and slowly moving them to rub against a very nice hard on. I couldn’t help wriggling a little and heard his swift intake of breath.
“Mmm. When I said you were a cocky git, I had no idea how right I was…”
I felt Tom’s silent laughter where I leaned against his chest. His head dipped down, curls brushing my cheek as he kissed the junction of my neck and shoulder, nudging my head to the side for more access.
“Rocky?” He murmured into the skin of my neck.
“Wot?” I answered, the sound more than half a moan as he nuzzled below my ear.
“Shut up.” His hand slid from my hips under the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing, warm palms gliding up my ribs.
All the words disappeared anyway as the backs of his knuckles brushed against the undersides of my boobs while he continued to lay open mouth kisses along the top of my shoulder. Hell, all the air disappeared as well.
Tom nudged me from behind to step forward, crowding me a bit. One hand pulled out from under my shirt to slide down my arm to my wrist, and back up, lifting my arm. He set my palm flat against the cold glass and then repeated the process with my other arm.
His hands went back under my tee, lifting it on his wrists and baring my skin to the cold air near the window bit by bit.
He tugged the shirt over my head, lifting each hand to pull it free and dropped it on the floor. My heart began to race and my breathing sped up. I was nearly bloody panting. If he was about what I thought…
His hands came to rest on the windowpane to either side of mine and he stepped closer, slowly, inexorably nudging my body closer and closer to the cold window pane.
Just as my hard nipples were about to make contact with the freezing glass, his whole body pressed against my back, pushing my nude torso against the glass. My mind whited out at the searing cold, my breath frozen in my lungs. Every inch of bare skin was plastered to that window and the cold quickly morphed to hot from my turned cheek resting on the pane, to my navel. It was a bit like brain freeze, only much, much better.
“Ooh fuck me!” I groaned when I could draw in air again.
“Oh, I have every intention,” he murmured against the skin on my neck, so I felt it as much as heard it. That wasn’t what I’d meant, but I’d take it anyway!
Tom’s hands covered mine, his fingers weaving between mine against the glass as his body began to grind slowly against mine. I was overwhelmed with sensations, too many to process, boobs mashed flat, skin on fire with cold, and that long hot body pressed against me holding me trapped to the glass as he devoured my neck.
About the time I realized dimly that the grind against my backside had turned into a pushing thrust, he stepped back, pulling me from the glass and turning me.
I looked up at him, dazed, nearly doped on all the sensations as he steadied me with his hands on my shoulders. He stepped back a little, looking down at my body, his breath catching a little.
“Fuck, Rocky.” he breathed reverently, his hands coming to trace along the outside of my boobs. They were so tight and so cold. They ached in a way I’ve never experienced. I moaned as his hands cupped my boobs, hot skin against cold. He leaned in and kissed me as I swayed, his kiss deepening and developing a rhythm almost like a beating heart.
He lifted his head and my brain cleared enough to notice that my hands were balled tightly into his shirt. He still had his shirt on. Well that wouldn’t do. I pushed his shirt up and he obligingly bent so that I could pull it off and fling it somewhere else.
My fingers greedily took in his chest and belly, tracing the dips and valleys, silky warm skin over hard hot muscle. He licked into my mouth once more, pulling my body up to his and walking me backward to his bed. When the back of my knees hit the bed, he pushed me down.
I watched him as he took a moment to look me over, spread out across his bed. He turned and reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and laying it on the bed next to my head. Good boy.
His hands went to the waistband of my borrowed sweats, pushing them down and off, stripping me bare. He groaned as he looked at me.
“I forgot that your knickers are in the dryer, Rocky…this is… you are so incredibly…” I felt a little bit of pride that the sight of my naked body had this man stuttering. I lifted my chin at him.
“Your turn.”
I watched as his long elegant fingers swiftly opened his trousers and pushed everything down, kicking them off. Fuck, the idiot is even more beautiful naked. At last I have an inkling about what my sixth form Art history teacher was on about.
I sat up and reached for him, my hands sliding around the backs of his thighs and pulling him gently between my knees. I could not take my eyes off that beautiful cock, long and wide, the deep pink flesh of his cock head nearly pushing free of his foreskin. His musky aroma was nearly overwhelming. I leaned my forehead against his hard belly, breathing hard to calm my throbbing bits, which didn’t actually help much.
His thighs trembled under my palms as I slid them up that damned apple shaped arse, gripping and feeling the muscles clenching under my hands. I tilted my head down and looked at his cock, my eyes tracing the fat vein twisting down his length. Tom seemed inclined to let me explore, so I did.
I moved one hand to trail fingers up the tight seam of his sac before leaning forward and lightly swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the drop of pre-come waiting for me there, his flavor bursting over my tongue.
Tom’s hands worked into my hair. I could hear his breath stutter every time my tongue touched him, but he never made any move to thrust down my throat. The bloody man confounds and exceeds my expectations at every damn turn, as he did now.
Tom gently pushed my mouth away, leaned over and snagged the condom, standing and handing it to me with silent expectation. A smile crept onto my face as I thought I ought to make a bit of a ceremony of it. That was the first time any bloke had expected me to put a condom on him, but hey, I had health class just like all the other kids.
I tore the wrapper open and applied the condom, not forgetting to pull his foreskin down and pinch the top of the condom. But I didn’t hang about, I wanted him in me…
I looked up with a triumphant smile to find him staring down at me, his pupils blown wide, lips pressed tight, and adam’s apple bobbing, clearly controlling himself.
My breath left my body. A thought trundled across my brain that I’d have to examine later, that maybe this was the way it was supposed to be…
Tom’s hand found my shoulder and pushed me back. Setting his hands on either side of my shoulders, he leaned down to kiss me, warm dry lips brushing against mine before he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. My hands wound into his hair to hold him there.
In the end he pulled far enough away to lay a line of kisses down my throat and over my chest. A chill went over me, pebbling my skin as his hand slid down my body, his fingers gliding over my mound teasing, and came to my entrance. Two fingers swirled in my moisture and dragged up to my clit. He brushed a fingertip over it, and my body arched up helplessly, lifting my hips, begging.
Tom teased his cock slowly into me, until he finally slid home in a single thumping thrust, driving a groan from us both. I panted, adjusting to his girth. He paused, waiting for I don’t have any idea, but fuck, I needed him to move! I opened my mouth to beg him to move as I writhed under him.
He put a hand over my mouth, preventing my plea.
“I know we agreed no whips and chains, but I swear to God, Rocky, if you make a crack right now…” he growled, his gaze hard and unyielding. It was very sexy.
I mumbled under his hand. Of course he lifted it.
“What was that?” he demanded.
“I said, But you won’t be able to resist, will you?”
Tom groaned and covered my mouth again. He rested his forehead on mine, snickering.
“I’m really rethinking gags, right now…”
I licked his palm, because I am constitutionally incapable of backing down from a challenge. He lifted his hand again.
“Well, if you need a gag to occupy my mouth, you are not the man I thought you were!” I smirked at him as I squeezed down hard on his cock, rolling my hips for good measure.
Tom gratifyingly sucked in a breath at that, his jaw clenched in that sexy way, and then he attacked me, his lips on mine, kissing me hard enough that I knew my lips would be tender in the morning. At the same time, his hips crashed into me with such vigour that each thrust pushed me up the bed a little. Fortunately there was loads of real estate on that bed…
It had been a long time since someone fucked me senseless and fucking hell, I was enjoying every second of it! I found myself digging my blunt fingernails into the wings of his shoulders, clutching at him. I’ve been fucked into the mattress before, but never with such…intent. Those blue eyes blazed down at me when he lifted his head from another bruising kiss. My lips were beginning to feel swollen and I could feel the beard burn from his sexy stubble blooming over my neck and cheeks.
He moved one hand to slip under my arse, grabbing a handful and lifting me to change the angle of my hips. I yelped in surprise at the depth, and he stopped immediately, looking down at me with concern. Before he could open his mouth I was pleading.
“No-no! Christ, don’t stop!” I panted, “Don’t stop!“ I was nearly frantic to feel that again.
A grin broke over his face, as if he’d just been told he could have his favorite toy back. If I had hoped he’d go straight back to pounding into me, I was disappointed in the hope, but not in the result. The bastard started again slowly and drove us lazily back up to fever pitch.
He drove the breath from my body with every plunge. All I could do was wrap my legs around his waist and hang on tight. The most ridiculous whine was coming from my mouth the closer I got. He kept me there, on that edge, until I thought I’d sell my mother to come. Hell, I’d sell his mother!
He finally, finally, let me come, shoving me brutally over the edge, not slowing in the least, driving my climax on and on, chasing his own until he came with a shout, one hand catching the headboard for leverage to drive himself into me with each pulse, his head thrown right back.
He stayed there, grinding into me as I gradually fell limp and the spasming of my cunt around him trailed off to random twitches, leaving us both gasping.
A moment later his head came up and he looked into my eyes, with a smile tugging his lips. With a laugh he pulled, well, slithered out by that point, and rolled off me. His hand found mine as we both stared up at the ceiling letting out these little exhilarated gasping laughs. He turned his head, his face flushed and eyes sparkling.
"That was fun!” He pulled up my hand and fiercely kissed the back, laying a loud smack on it as I giggled back and caught my breath. Whew! It was fun! He was fun!
“Oh yeah… that was so much more fun than driving home in the snow! We should definitely do that again sometime…but you’ve killed me tonight! I’m completely shattered…” I yawned and he chuckled at that.
“I must say Rocky, you do make bedsport invigorating!” I snickered. He said 'bedsport’. I can’t believe he said 'bedsport’. But hell, I don’t care what he calls it, as long as he calls me when he wants to do it again…
He groaned as he sat up and staggered into the loo to get rid of the condom. The last thing I remember was hearing the water tap turn on. I do know I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Tom must have covered me up when he came back to bed. I remember barely waking in the night, cuddling up to his warmth and working my freezing feet between his. An arm came around me, and I slept again.
***
I woke the next morning with the terrible taste of morning beer breath in my mouth and miles of man plastered to my back. There was a heavy arm over my waist, a large hand loosely cupping my breast, a hard thigh pushed between mine, and warm breath gusting onto the top of my head.
Ugh. I needed to pee, and dear god did I need a gallon of water! I lifted my head, squinting and eyeing the clock on his bedside table in the bright morning light.
Ugh. Who situates their bed so that morning sunshine falls directly on it?! I had clearly found a masochist. Maybe he wasn’t kidding about those whips and chains…
I eventually keep my sensitive eyes open for long enough to read the alarm clock. Seven AM… SEVEN FREAKING AM ON A SATURDAY MORNING! Wanna go back to sleeeep…
This is so unfair! I’m up with the larks five days a week, I deserve a lie in on weekends, I-
Wait, didn’t I have to do something? My bladder asserted itself once more.
Pee… Right. Pee, water, headache pills, coffee, in that exact order.
I squirmed around as much as I could in his arms, nudging him and yawning. I halted mid-yawn, struck by the sun illuminating blonde curls going every which way, a slightly open pink mouth, long lashes fanning over his cheekbones, a scruff of glinting ginger and gold stubble. Is it even possible for someone to be that pretty in the morning? Ugh.
My bladder decided I needed a little stronger reminder and I shook my head, hoping to shake off the stupor I felt.
Well, that decided me. I’m not hanging about, letting him wake up to my tangled rat’s nest hair and raccoon eyes.
“Stupid, pretty man with stupid pretty lashes and stupid pretty stubble,” I muttered as I rolled and pushed my way out of bed, fighting off the long octopus limbs that clung to me, and scooted for the ensuite, pulling my borrowed tee down over my arse.
A few minutes later, my mouth rinsed, face scrubbed of yesterday’s eyeliner, bladder emptied, and hair tamed as much as possible, I opened the door to find Tom leaning against the wall by the door in his boxer-briefs, with his arms and ankles crossed and his head resting groggily back on the wall, waiting for his turn.
“Sorry!” I scooted out of his way as he rapidly went around me.
“No worries!” he pushed the door shut behind him and I went and rapidly pulled on the sweatpants from last night. My own clothing should be dry by now…
Coffee… I need coffee… Down in the kitchen I found what I needed, took a minute to suss out the fancy-pants coffee maker and was standing in front of the window, my arms clasped around me for warmth, marvelling at the clear foot of snow in the back garden while I waited not at all patiently for the miracle of caffeine.
Warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me back to rest against the tall warm body behind me. Bending his neck, he laid a small kiss below my ear.
“Just so you know, darling, falling asleep last night after only one round had everything to do with jet lag and one beer too many, and nothing at all to do with wanting you.” he murmured. I wrapped my arms over his.
“It’s fine, Tom. I was pretty tired out myself. And anyway, if that was you, half asleep last night, I’ll be happy to let you further demonstrate your prowess, inventiveness, and stamina sometime when you’re awake…” I patted his hand and leaned my head back against his warm chest, listening to his snicker reverberate under my head. I felt him kiss my hair and mutter “good” into it. We stood that way for several minutes, silently watching the birds flit around the half empty birdfeeder in the blinding white and blue morning until the coffee finished brewing. The man has no food in his cupboards, but he’s made sure the birds are fed. Bloody birdbrain.
Tom sighed, kissed the top of my head again and gave me a brief squeeze before moving to get coffee mugs down and pour out for both of us.
“Milk? Sugar?” he asked. I practically lunged at him and snatched a mug out of his hand.
“Nope!” I mumbled as I blew over the hot brew, “I like my coffee the way I like my men, strong and—” I broke off and coloured a bit with a grimace for my nearly unconscious use of that old chestnut. I have no social grace. Evidently I didn’t need to finish the thought out loud, as Tom snickered.
“Rich?” he offered.
“Aye, that’ll do. Strong and rich.” I nodded my head earnestly. I looked around at his kitchen appraisingly. “Hmm, dicky plumbing and no gold taps… Well, you’re right out!”
He laughed and hugged me around my waist. I continued to look out into the garden at the undisturbed snow; there are few prettier sights, in my view.
“How deep is it?” Tom asked.
I looked from the snow to his crotch and back again. “About a cock and a half, I’d say.”
“That deep?” Tom chuckled. “Well in that case, maybe you should stay here.”
As tempting as that thought was, I knew the roads would have been thoroughly plowed and gritted overnight, so I should be fine to get home. Besides, My brother had just been promoted to Chief Financial Whizz (or some such shit) and Dad was taking me and both brothers out to celebrate.
I turned away from the snow and sat opposite him at the table.
“I didn’t say it was your cock I was using as the yardstick,” I teased. He rolled his eyes.
“How are you this morning?” he asked, growing serious. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nah, I had a great time.”
“You’re not sore?” He seemed really worried. I mean, I could see how that thing might do some damage in the wrong hands, but he’d been very good at making sure I was aroused enough to take him.
“Well of course I’m sore,” I smiled at him. “But only in the best way!”
That seemed to wipe the concerned look off his face.
But now things were awkward and there was a slight feeling of bitter melancholy descending over proceedings as we both realised that things were coming to an end.
“Besides, a large cock is always better than a medium one,” I joked. I often fall back on humour when things are uncomfortable.
“How so?” he asked, suppressing his smile until he knew the joke was worth it.
“My last fella had a medium cock; it used to get messages from the dead whenever we got it on. Totally ruined the mood.”
He laughed.
“I’d better check on your clothes,” he said, shaking his head as he walked out, presumably wondering how he could laugh at such a bad joke.
I took the opportunity to grab my wallet from my work bag and I pulled out enough cash to pay for an hour (the extra hour my Dad was adding to his bill) then I found an old receipt, on which I scribbled an explanation for the money on the back. I looked around for somewhere discreet to leave it where it would eventually be spotted but when I heard Tom returning, I put it on the sideboard, towards the back, and quickly sat back down.
“All lovely and dry,” Tom said as he presented me with a pile of folded clothes.
“Thanks.” I was down to dregs in my coffee cup now, so I got to my feet and picked up the pile. “I’ll change in the bathroom, okay?”
“Unless you fancy some breakfast?”
I knew he didn’t have any breakfast foods in, but I guess he was searching for a way to extend this too. I, on the other hand, knew it was better not to draw things out.
“Thanks, but I really do have to get home.”
“Of course,” he replied, ever the gentleman.
I was sorry to be leaving his clothes behind, especially that cardigan, it was so soft and covered in his rich, warm scent, but as much as I would have liked to pilfer it, I wasn’t a thief.
I headed back downstairs to find him waiting for me and after an awkward kiss by the kitchen table, he insisted on carrying my bag out to the van. I think the weight of it took him by surprise but he was no lightweight and carried it with ease.
I held the door open while he put it in the rear of the van, then we stood awkwardly, shuffling our feet in the snow as we searched for a way to say goodbye.
“If you ever need your pipes clearing out again, give me a call,” I teased.
He smirked and shook his head.
“One day that mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble.”
“Promises, promises.” I leaned forward for what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but Tom caught me behind the neck and held my lips against his while he kissed me properly. My whole body seemed to melt and mould itself to his so when he pulled away, I was left feeling rather breathless.
Tom looked pleased with himself as he stepped backwards towards his front door, where he stood and watched as I backed out of the driveway and drove away.
The roads were very quiet and I made it home in under an hour. It wasn’t until I was opening my front door that I realised, I hadn’t given him my mobile number, nor had I asked for his.
“Well, Bollocks!”
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