The Gentleman: #023 (Lovers)
Title: Vicks
'Fandom': The Gentleman
Claim: General
Prompt: #023; Lovers
Word Count: 486
Rating: R
Summary: Tom was never without blame.
Author's Notes: While I love Tom and Liam, Tom is still a complete prick.
She's watching him again and Tom frowns, bending over his drink. He's not quite sure why she refuses to stop, even after he's told her she's been nothing but a soppy cunt for him. For some odd reason, she seems to think he might actually care for her above her shoulders.
No chance.
Tom downs his pint, turning around in his seat and standing up. It's not that he doesn't feel like shit for shagging Liam's wife. He does. After all, Liam's been the only good thing in Tom's life for fuck knows how long now.
But it isn't his fault Liam married a dancing slut who'll take it from any guy who can hold out long enough, is it?
It was only supposed to be a one-time occasion. They'd both been a bit drunk and she did still have a decent figure. Course he fancied her. She'd been decent in bed, too, which was a shock. Most of the dancers didn't know what the fuck they were doing off the stage. And then once became twice and twice became five. Now he was fucking her nearly every week when Liam wasn't round.
He loved Liam, he did. But Liam knew from the start that Tom did what he wanted. And that meant Liam's wife as well.
"Tom!" Victoria called after him as he exited the club. He wondered for a moment if he should just keep walking, but knew if he did that he might risk Victoria telling Liam all about them. So instead he stopped and turned round, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and watching with a raised eyebrow as she sauntered towards him.
"Get your chin outta the air, Victoria, I've seen what nasty things you'll do in bed," he announced and Victoria's cheeks turned a pale shade of pink.
"Are you busy?" she questioned, quickly closing the gap between them and grabbing the edges of his coat.
"Why?" Tom cocked his head to the side. He hated it when she talked.
"Liam's working late," she answered, biting her lower lip.
Jesus, did he need a good shag right now.
"We can't keep doing this, Victoria," he informed her after a moment and she raised an eyebrow.
"Since when did you get a conscience?" she questioned, smirking. Tom rolled his eyes, taking her hands and pushing them back to her sides, turning and beginning to walk away. "Oh, come on. You're enjoying this as much as I am."
Well, that was no lie. He was enjoying it.
Victoria grasped his hand, turning him around and grabbing his face with her hands. "It's not like we care about each other. Besides, it's not like Liam will ever find out. Right?"
As she pressed her lips to his in the middle of Soho, he felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. To quell it, he grabbed Victoria's waist, pulling her closer.
Prompt Table and Backstory
'Fandom': The Gentleman
Claim: General
Prompt: #023; Lovers
Word Count: 486
Rating: R
Summary: Tom was never without blame.
Author's Notes: While I love Tom and Liam, Tom is still a complete prick.
She's watching him again and Tom frowns, bending over his drink. He's not quite sure why she refuses to stop, even after he's told her she's been nothing but a soppy cunt for him. For some odd reason, she seems to think he might actually care for her above her shoulders.
No chance.
Tom downs his pint, turning around in his seat and standing up. It's not that he doesn't feel like shit for shagging Liam's wife. He does. After all, Liam's been the only good thing in Tom's life for fuck knows how long now.
But it isn't his fault Liam married a dancing slut who'll take it from any guy who can hold out long enough, is it?
It was only supposed to be a one-time occasion. They'd both been a bit drunk and she did still have a decent figure. Course he fancied her. She'd been decent in bed, too, which was a shock. Most of the dancers didn't know what the fuck they were doing off the stage. And then once became twice and twice became five. Now he was fucking her nearly every week when Liam wasn't round.
He loved Liam, he did. But Liam knew from the start that Tom did what he wanted. And that meant Liam's wife as well.
"Tom!" Victoria called after him as he exited the club. He wondered for a moment if he should just keep walking, but knew if he did that he might risk Victoria telling Liam all about them. So instead he stopped and turned round, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and watching with a raised eyebrow as she sauntered towards him.
"Get your chin outta the air, Victoria, I've seen what nasty things you'll do in bed," he announced and Victoria's cheeks turned a pale shade of pink.
"Are you busy?" she questioned, quickly closing the gap between them and grabbing the edges of his coat.
"Why?" Tom cocked his head to the side. He hated it when she talked.
"Liam's working late," she answered, biting her lower lip.
Jesus, did he need a good shag right now.
"We can't keep doing this, Victoria," he informed her after a moment and she raised an eyebrow.
"Since when did you get a conscience?" she questioned, smirking. Tom rolled his eyes, taking her hands and pushing them back to her sides, turning and beginning to walk away. "Oh, come on. You're enjoying this as much as I am."
Well, that was no lie. He was enjoying it.
Victoria grasped his hand, turning him around and grabbing his face with her hands. "It's not like we care about each other. Besides, it's not like Liam will ever find out. Right?"
As she pressed her lips to his in the middle of Soho, he felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. To quell it, he grabbed Victoria's waist, pulling her closer.
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