Tentation
TITLE: Tentation
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:
WARNINGS: well, the rating, and a creepy Tom
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a thing
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta, Erin!
The sound of the London street was one of the sounds Tom preferred. It sounded like home and that soothed him. It was so different compared to an American street, more dulled, almost calming.
He didn’t want to go home. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Rob and Kris, on the contrary, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. He couldn’t stop the little voice nagging at the back of his skull.
The sound of their lovemaking was what always woke him up this had been happening for almost a week and he was enjoying it more than he should. A lot more.
It wasn’t the first time that these thoughts had crossed his mind but normally he would go to a loud bar, find himself a cute, babbling girl and would fuck her against the bathroom door, the echo of the bass making the walls pulse around them.
It would lull the pain away, at least until the next time he saw them.
But not this time. This time he couldn’t even get it up for another girl or man for that matter. All he could do was imagine Rob and Kristen in the same position. It had made him so sick he almost heaved up on the girl, gagging loudly, making her run away screaming at him. The bars were too loud, the girls were too chatty or maybe he was just in too deep.
Tom opened the apartment door carefully, letting his keys fall in the bowl clinking against the glass in the almost silent space. Almost, except for the low sound coming from another room.
Yes, they were really quiet but Tom could recognize them anywhere and he froze, unable to decide on the course of action to take.
His feet began moving without him even thinking about it, he could hear his feet hit the carpeted floor in a muffled tap-tap but he couldn’t stop them moving.
The door was slightly open and all he to do was just to push it with the tip of his finger for it to open soundlessly.
Rob’s head was between her legs, her finger tearing at his hair. Tom could almost make out the sound of her fingernails scratching against his scalp even with Kristen panting loudly, her mouth opened in a “o” of pleasure and her head tipped back against the bed.
Without even realizing it, Tom start to caress himself, relieving the oppression pulsing in his lower stomach.
Kristen came in a soundless scream. The only sounds in the room were her body sliding against the sheets and Rob’s tongue lapping at her.
Dragging his tongue all along her body, taking a long pause against her breast, sucking them lovingly in his mouth, Rob came back up to her mouth.
They meet in an opened mouth kiss, tongues clashing, mimicking what would certainly take place in a few minutes.
They stared into each other eyes for a few moments and Tom could feel the love and want pulsing between them.
This little “problem” he had wasn’t totally new. If he was true to himself, it started far before she had come into their life. He always had a weird attraction toward Rob, though he never acted on it, of course. He didn’t think Rob was into this kind of stuff; he wasn’t either, except for Rob.
Rob slid slowly inside of Kristen, her deep grunt bouncing of the walls.
This wasn’t slow, it was hard, fast and Tom never saw something so sexy.
The both of their moaning combined was driving Tom totally crazy and he stroked himself harder through his jeans.
Rob’s groans were filing the room, muffled only by his head pressed against her neck. The sound of their hips slapping against each other was resonating in his head and making him dizzy.
He shouldn’t be here, watching them, listening to them. He certainly shouldn’t enjoy this so much.
The sound of his zipper being pulled down seemed too loud for his own ears but didn’t disturbed the young couple from their passionate embrace.
Rob’s hands gently caressed Kristen’s breast making her moan wildly, the sound shooting straight to his engorged dick.
He stroked himself slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Rob’s grunting became louder and louder as his thrusts into Kristen little body accelerated. He pounded so hard in her that the bed was knocking harshly against the wall. He was so hard now he was delirious.
He came as the same time as them and he gave himself a few minutes to calm his heart and his breathing before get the hell away from this room. He couldn’t witness their time after sex. It was far too personal and he was sure they were so loving with each other that it would break his heart.
He was turning to leave quietly and unseen but he stopped in his tracks, Kristen voice still ringing in his ears.
“Did you enjoy the show Thomas?”
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:
WARNINGS: well, the rating, and a creepy Tom
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a thing
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta, Erin!
The sound of the London street was one of the sounds Tom preferred. It sounded like home and that soothed him. It was so different compared to an American street, more dulled, almost calming.
He didn’t want to go home. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Rob and Kris, on the contrary, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. He couldn’t stop the little voice nagging at the back of his skull.
The sound of their lovemaking was what always woke him up this had been happening for almost a week and he was enjoying it more than he should. A lot more.
It wasn’t the first time that these thoughts had crossed his mind but normally he would go to a loud bar, find himself a cute, babbling girl and would fuck her against the bathroom door, the echo of the bass making the walls pulse around them.
It would lull the pain away, at least until the next time he saw them.
But not this time. This time he couldn’t even get it up for another girl or man for that matter. All he could do was imagine Rob and Kristen in the same position. It had made him so sick he almost heaved up on the girl, gagging loudly, making her run away screaming at him. The bars were too loud, the girls were too chatty or maybe he was just in too deep.
Tom opened the apartment door carefully, letting his keys fall in the bowl clinking against the glass in the almost silent space. Almost, except for the low sound coming from another room.
Yes, they were really quiet but Tom could recognize them anywhere and he froze, unable to decide on the course of action to take.
His feet began moving without him even thinking about it, he could hear his feet hit the carpeted floor in a muffled tap-tap but he couldn’t stop them moving.
The door was slightly open and all he to do was just to push it with the tip of his finger for it to open soundlessly.
Rob’s head was between her legs, her finger tearing at his hair. Tom could almost make out the sound of her fingernails scratching against his scalp even with Kristen panting loudly, her mouth opened in a “o” of pleasure and her head tipped back against the bed.
Without even realizing it, Tom start to caress himself, relieving the oppression pulsing in his lower stomach.
Kristen came in a soundless scream. The only sounds in the room were her body sliding against the sheets and Rob’s tongue lapping at her.
Dragging his tongue all along her body, taking a long pause against her breast, sucking them lovingly in his mouth, Rob came back up to her mouth.
They meet in an opened mouth kiss, tongues clashing, mimicking what would certainly take place in a few minutes.
They stared into each other eyes for a few moments and Tom could feel the love and want pulsing between them.
This little “problem” he had wasn’t totally new. If he was true to himself, it started far before she had come into their life. He always had a weird attraction toward Rob, though he never acted on it, of course. He didn’t think Rob was into this kind of stuff; he wasn’t either, except for Rob.
Rob slid slowly inside of Kristen, her deep grunt bouncing of the walls.
This wasn’t slow, it was hard, fast and Tom never saw something so sexy.
The both of their moaning combined was driving Tom totally crazy and he stroked himself harder through his jeans.
Rob’s groans were filing the room, muffled only by his head pressed against her neck. The sound of their hips slapping against each other was resonating in his head and making him dizzy.
He shouldn’t be here, watching them, listening to them. He certainly shouldn’t enjoy this so much.
The sound of his zipper being pulled down seemed too loud for his own ears but didn’t disturbed the young couple from their passionate embrace.
Rob’s hands gently caressed Kristen’s breast making her moan wildly, the sound shooting straight to his engorged dick.
He stroked himself slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Rob’s grunting became louder and louder as his thrusts into Kristen little body accelerated. He pounded so hard in her that the bed was knocking harshly against the wall. He was so hard now he was delirious.
He came as the same time as them and he gave himself a few minutes to calm his heart and his breathing before get the hell away from this room. He couldn’t witness their time after sex. It was far too personal and he was sure they were so loving with each other that it would break his heart.
He was turning to leave quietly and unseen but he stopped in his tracks, Kristen voice still ringing in his ears.
“Did you enjoy the show Thomas?”