Start of a fic
Okay. Since the idea of Tom in drag is so appealing to everyone, I decided I'll take it up for you all. :) I started it tonight, and it wasn't like I thought it would be. A very jealous Tom is a nice thing. haha
No sex here; just sort of setting shit up. Thought I'd post it and get opinions/reactions.
Title: Blondes (title for now)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Doug/Tom, Booker
Disclaimer: I don't own 21 Jump Street, the characters, or anything. I make no profit.
Warnings: brief language, m/m
Summary: For now, Tom feeling like a third wheel and second best. :D
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Tom hadn’t wanted to go out, but the persistent nagging Doug did made him give in. Currently, he was sitting at a table, next to his partner and across from Booker. The bar wasn’t overly crowded, but a decent sized group was present - drinking, playing pool, dancing to the live band, and merely hanging out.
Because Doug and Booker were getting along so well due to them being on a case together, Tom’s mood was rather sour. He knew there wasn’t anything there between the two cops, but sitting at the table and listening to the two jokingly banter back and forth between each other made him drown himself in his beer and try to conceal his heavy jealousy. He wasn’t even sure why he was so jealous because he and Doug weren’t necessarily together either; their relationship had become one of the “friends with benefits” type, even though Tom wished it was more.
He suddenly realized just how much he wanted to be Doug’s lover in all possible meanings of the word when a tall, thin, model-looking blonde female sashayed past their table, making both Booker’s and Penhall’s mouths fall open in awe. She was scantily clad and knew how to work her body to cause men’s heads to turn.
“Now that I wouldn’t mind taking home,” Doug pointed out, still gazing at the woman from the back.
“She looks like one of those chicks that you’d want to kick your ass.”
Tom made a small growl into his cup and chugged the rest of his alcohol.
“Let’s see if I get lucky tonight, eh?” Booker said with a sly grin as he got up from their table and coolly strode over to the woman, who was in the process of getting a drink.
Doug wordlessly stared as Booker turned on his charm, and Tom had to jab him with his elbow to bring him back to reality.
With a flustered expression, Doug stared at Tom as if suddenly noticing he was there for the first time. “What?” he asked innocently.
“You were seriously checking her out.”
“Nah, I wasn’t that bad.”
“You were ogling her like she was the greatest thing you ever saw.”
“Is that a tone of jealousy in your voice?” he inquired amusedly.
“No,” Hanson snapped. “Of course not. What do I have to be jealous about?”
In a sing-song, taunting voice, Doug replied, “Tommy is jealous. Tommy is jealous.”
“Fuck you, Penhall.”
“Aw, don’t get so offended. You wanna leave?”
“And do what?”
“Fool around,” Doug answered as he slid his hand between Tom’s legs.
“You sure you don’t want some other blonde? I’m sure there’s plenty more who’d take you up on that offer.”
“I don’t want one of them.”
“Really? Because it feels like I’m just your backup when you can’t get anyone else. I’m the best you could do last minute.”
“Come on, Tom. Don’t be like that. I want you tonight. You’re incredibly sexy, you know.”
Tom sighed, knowing he couldn’t fight any longer. He had a bad habit of always giving in whenever Doug began hinting/mentioning sex. “Who’s place? Mine or yours?”
“How ‘bout mine?”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
They stood, leaving a couple of dollars on the table, and headed for the door. Tom didn’t say anything, but he didn’t miss the hungry look Doug gave the blonde that Booker had been successful in engaging in conversation with. It just wasn’t worth creating any sort of tension or ill feeling toward one another before they rolled around in the sheets together.
No sex here; just sort of setting shit up. Thought I'd post it and get opinions/reactions.
Title: Blondes (title for now)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Doug/Tom, Booker
Disclaimer: I don't own 21 Jump Street, the characters, or anything. I make no profit.
Warnings: brief language, m/m
Summary: For now, Tom feeling like a third wheel and second best. :D
****
Tom hadn’t wanted to go out, but the persistent nagging Doug did made him give in. Currently, he was sitting at a table, next to his partner and across from Booker. The bar wasn’t overly crowded, but a decent sized group was present - drinking, playing pool, dancing to the live band, and merely hanging out.
Because Doug and Booker were getting along so well due to them being on a case together, Tom’s mood was rather sour. He knew there wasn’t anything there between the two cops, but sitting at the table and listening to the two jokingly banter back and forth between each other made him drown himself in his beer and try to conceal his heavy jealousy. He wasn’t even sure why he was so jealous because he and Doug weren’t necessarily together either; their relationship had become one of the “friends with benefits” type, even though Tom wished it was more.
He suddenly realized just how much he wanted to be Doug’s lover in all possible meanings of the word when a tall, thin, model-looking blonde female sashayed past their table, making both Booker’s and Penhall’s mouths fall open in awe. She was scantily clad and knew how to work her body to cause men’s heads to turn.
“Now that I wouldn’t mind taking home,” Doug pointed out, still gazing at the woman from the back.
“She looks like one of those chicks that you’d want to kick your ass.”
Tom made a small growl into his cup and chugged the rest of his alcohol.
“Let’s see if I get lucky tonight, eh?” Booker said with a sly grin as he got up from their table and coolly strode over to the woman, who was in the process of getting a drink.
Doug wordlessly stared as Booker turned on his charm, and Tom had to jab him with his elbow to bring him back to reality.
With a flustered expression, Doug stared at Tom as if suddenly noticing he was there for the first time. “What?” he asked innocently.
“You were seriously checking her out.”
“Nah, I wasn’t that bad.”
“You were ogling her like she was the greatest thing you ever saw.”
“Is that a tone of jealousy in your voice?” he inquired amusedly.
“No,” Hanson snapped. “Of course not. What do I have to be jealous about?”
In a sing-song, taunting voice, Doug replied, “Tommy is jealous. Tommy is jealous.”
“Fuck you, Penhall.”
“Aw, don’t get so offended. You wanna leave?”
“And do what?”
“Fool around,” Doug answered as he slid his hand between Tom’s legs.
“You sure you don’t want some other blonde? I’m sure there’s plenty more who’d take you up on that offer.”
“I don’t want one of them.”
“Really? Because it feels like I’m just your backup when you can’t get anyone else. I’m the best you could do last minute.”
“Come on, Tom. Don’t be like that. I want you tonight. You’re incredibly sexy, you know.”
Tom sighed, knowing he couldn’t fight any longer. He had a bad habit of always giving in whenever Doug began hinting/mentioning sex. “Who’s place? Mine or yours?”
“How ‘bout mine?”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
They stood, leaving a couple of dollars on the table, and headed for the door. Tom didn’t say anything, but he didn’t miss the hungry look Doug gave the blonde that Booker had been successful in engaging in conversation with. It just wasn’t worth creating any sort of tension or ill feeling toward one another before they rolled around in the sheets together.