“Are you done yet?” Your best friend was tired of waiting for you to finish touching up your makeup. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and laughed.
“I need to cover up all the ugly.” He scoffed. He took the lipstick out of your hand and grabbed your makeup bag out of your lap. “Hey! Give that back!” He threw your makeup bag on the back seat and took the keys out of the ignition. You looked in the car mirror and your lipstick was smeared onto your cheek. “Tom! Look what you did!”
“Come on.” You had your arms crossed, giving him what you would call a ‘death glare.’ “Let’s go. Before it gets too busy and there won’t be any bread left.” You quickly fixed the smeared lipstick and hopped out of the car. You mumbled, mocking him. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.” You smirked. “Just know that your a little shit and I’ll get you back for what you did.” He gasped and placed his hand on his chest.
“Me?” His voice was laced with playful sarcasm. You stuck your tongue out at him. “Don’t stick your tongue out at me.”
“Or what?” He gave you the death glare. You stuck your tongue out again and took off through the parking lot. He was on your heels in an instant, and as soon as you made it through the doors he grabbed you. You yelped and attempted to get away, but he picked you up and gently placed you in a grocery cart. “Tom! Why did you put me in a cart?”
“Because you are a small child. And small children must sit in a cart.” He booped your nose and pushed the cart along. You gave him a pouty face, and crossed your arms. Tom pushed you down the toothpaste aisle and stopped at the mouthwash. He handed you a big bottle of mouthwash. “Here. You need this.” He let out a big chuckle at the pouty face you still gave him. You hopped out of the cart and punched him in his bicep. “Ow!” You gave a big smirk. “What was that for?” He reached out to grab you, but you took off running. “Hey! Where are you going?” Tom bounded after you and left the cart behind. “Get back here!” You ran down to the pet food aisle and hid with the dog food. Tom came down the same aisle and walked right passed you. As soon as Tom was out of sight you snuck your way towards the outside garden, but when you turned the corner you ran right into a large body.
“Oh my goodness!” You looked up to a familiar face. He seemed to look as if he knew you as well.
“(Y/N)?” The attractive man collided your bodies together in a big bear hug. He separated your bodies with a giddy smile. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” You shook your head. “Ah, well this is awkward.” You gave him a polite smile and took a small step back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m Danny. Danny Duncan.” Oh, you knew him alright.“We had biology together Junior year of high school. We had to make an edible plant cell, so we baked a cake and we got covered in flour because you…” You knew exactly who he was.
“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Danny’s face came into view after the cloud of flour died down and held out a hand to help you up. Was he laughing at your clumsiness? How dare he.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” You took his hand and he guided you up off the floor. “Let’s just get this cake in the oven already.” You poured the batter into the rectangular cake pan and handed it to Danny to put in the oven. After Danny placed the cake in the oven, he turned to you with a big smile and flour on face and in his luscious eyelashes. You giggled at the man.
“What?” You began to laugh even more. “What? What’s so funny?” All you could do was point at his face and hold your stomach. He picked up a spoon and used it as a mirror. “Oh.”He started laughing at himself. “But it’s not that funny. At least not as funny as this.” He took a spoonful of icing and flicked it at you. You gasped. Now there was icing across your face and chest. And let’s not forget in your hair.
“How dare you!” Now Danny was holding his stomach, laughing. As Danny’s laughing finally stopped he looked at you with intense eyes. “What?” He glanced at your lips, and back to your eyes. He slowly guided you by your arms closer to him. He stared down at your lips covered in icing, and looked to you for permission. You were stunned when Danny’s lips crashed into yours. He sucked at your lips to get the icing off, and pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. He opened his eyes to a very flustered face, still covered in flour and icing. You suddenly had a rush of adrenaline, and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to your lips. Danny’s arms snaked around your hips and down to your thighs. He lifted you up and sat you on the island counter, as he began kissing down your neck. Danny tugged at the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms so he could glide it off your body. Danny threw your shirt, and took off his. You wrapped your arms back around him and your legs around his waist. He lifted you back up and took you to the couch, laying you down without removing his lips. His hands slid down to your jeans, undid the button and zipper, and pushed them down your legs and off your feet. Danny kissed your cheekbone to under your ear, then down your neck and chest. He began to slide your bra strap down your shoulder as he lapped at the top of your breast. Before he could take off your bra, you began to smell something burning. What would be burning? The cake! “Oh shit! The cake!” you told him. Danny hopped off you and ran into the kitchen.
“Oh shit!” He looked over at you, as you put your shirt back on. “We burnt the cake.” You both began to giggle and put your clothes back on. “I guess we’ll continue this later.” He said as he caressed your cheek. You began to start a new cake batter for your project, but what you did not know, was Danny already had a girlfriend. You found out the day you presented your project. She came up to him and kissed him for doing such a good job.
You blinked out of your steamy flashback, to look up to an even more attractive Danny Duncan. “Oh yeah, I remember. We fooled around and you had a girlfriend.” He looked disappointed.
“Yeah. About that. I’m really sorry. I was a stupid kid then.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked extremely guilty, and even a bit embarrassed. “Maybe I could make it up to you?” You smiled. “Okay, well I can give you my number and I can take you out for coffee or something.” You handed him your phone so he could put in his number. When he handed your phone back you felt eyes on you. You turned slightly to the left and saw Tom, and he seemed depressed. You went straight to Tom forgetting about Danny. “Okay, well I guess I’ll see ya, (Y/N).” You nodded and turned back to Tom.
“Tom? What’s wrong?” He would not look at you. He witnessed someone taking his chance with you. He loved you more than anything in the world, but you never noticed. And now his chance was gone. “Tom. Do you need a hug?” He would not budge.
“Let’s just get the stuff and go.” He seemed angry now, rather than depressed, and you were confused as ever. He walked back to the toothpaste aisle and got back the cart.
“Tom?” He turned to you and his eyes softened. “Did something happen? Or did I do something?”
“No, no. It wasn’t you.” He started to walk in the direction of the produce, and you followed.
“Then what was it?” He did not answer. “Tom?” He stopped and turned to you.
“It’s nothing (Y/N). It’s okay, let’s get our stuff, go home, and watch a movie.” You smiled at him, you love watching movies with Tom. Always laughing at the wrong times, and blaming tears on allergies. He grabbed your hand and led you to the baking aisle. “Let’s bake a cake.” He hummed.
“A cake? Why do you want to bake a cake?” He grabbed cake batter, pre-made icing, and many different types of sprinkles. “Tom?” He put all of the items in the cart. “Thomas, what is with you?”
“What?” He wanted to bake a cake with you, because he knew you and Danny dumbass Duncan baked a cake and fooled around in high school. He wanted to have the same with you, possibly. He was angry, not at you of course. He was angry at Danny Duncan, for sweeping you off your feet right under his nose. “I can’t have fun with you?”
“Tom. Why are you so upset?” Before he could refuse you spoke again. “Tom, you were so happy when we got here. Then you were depressed, and now you’re angry. What is going on?” You needed your happy Tom back.
“It’s just. I-I don’t want some guy taking you away from me.” He was back to being sad and depressed. You pulled him in for a hug.
“Tom. No one, I mean no one, can take me away from you.” He hugged you tighter, and smelled your coconutty hair. “Why don’t we bake a cake and play some funky music tonight?” He pushed out of the hug, smiled and kissed your cheek. You blushed and pushed the cart along. “I need some snacks first.” You and Tom walked down the chips and pretzels aisle looking for a snack or two. The store’s music changed to ‘I Want Your Love by CHIC’ and you hummed along getting into the groove. Tom started to sing along and you giggled at his dancing. “I want your love. I want, your love. I want your love. I want, your love.” You sang and danced together, which caused heads to turn. You and Tom began a fit a laughter at everyone’s reactions. “People can never have any fun, can they?”
“I don’t think people understand the meaning of fun.” He picked up a bag of cheetos puffs and placed them in the cart, wiggling his eyebrows. You got out your phone and opened Spotify. You hit shuffle play on your favorite playlist, ‘feel good jams,’ and smirked at the first song that began to play.
“Girl, to be with you is my favorite thing. Yeah, uh huh, yeah. I can't wait till I see you again. Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh.” You sang to Tom with a big, giddy grin.
“ I want to put on my my, my, my, my boogie shoes. Just to boogie with you, yeah. I want to put on my my, my, my, my boogie shoes. Just to boogie with you, uh huh.” Tom spun you around and sang with you. People gave odd looks, but you two did not have a care in the world what anyone thought. You were having fun, and nothing can stop that. You took the cart and pushed it out of the aisle, while Tom put his hands on your shoulders doing a little train dance with you. The next song began to play, ‘You Sexy Thing by Hot Chocolate’ and you and Tom began to burst into a groovy dance. “I believe in miracles. Where you from, you sexy thing?” You sang, and danced together all the way to the checkout. You and Tom began shoulder shaking side to side as you made it to self checkout. When you began scanning items, the song changed to ‘More Than a Woman by Bee Gees.’ Tom spun around and handed you another item to scan. “More than a woman. More than a woman to me.” You began doing the disco finger and Tom went along with you. As soon as you were finished scanning you paid for your groceries and went on your way. Tom insisted on putting the groceries in the car so you could hook up your phone to the car to continue playing 70s music. When Tom got back in the car you played one of his favorite songs, ‘He’s the Greatest Dancer by Sister Sledge.’
The car ride back to your shared apartment was quiet, besides the music playing. Nothing was said even when you both brought the groceries in. Tom and you put the snacks away and left out the baking items. “What about dinner?” You asked Tom. “You weren’t planning on eating cake for dinner, were you?” He shook his head. “Tom?” He began opening the cake box. “Hello?” You waved your hand in front of him, giggling. “Tommy, what’s going through your mind?” The nickname grabbed his attention. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but was afraid it would ruin your friendship.
“I’ll order a pizza, and we can start baking the cake.” He pulled out the eggs and other ingredients the cake called for. “You can go ahead and start mixing and I’ll go order pizza.” You nodded and began cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl.
When Tom came back he took over mixing and you went to play some music. Tom was different again. “(Y/N)?” You hummed in response. “There is something I need to tell you.” He poured the batter in the cake pan, and you place the pan in the oven, setting the timer and turning back to Tom. He rubbed his hands together in nervousness, and you could tell.
“Tom, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.” You grabbed his hands in yours. “You know that, don’t you?” He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“You love me right?” You were shocked that Tom had to even ask.
“Of course Thomas. I will always love you.” You hugged him. “Tom, please just tell me. You’re scaring me.” He held you close and was trying to build up the courage to tell you his feelings.
“I just don’t want our friendship to be ruined after I say this.” Now he was really scaring you.
“Tom, just spit it out.” You said that a little harsh, but you were anxious, and scared. “Please.” You said softer.
“Okay.” He pulled away from you, and held your hands. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and waited for what he was about to say. “I-” The apartment buzzer went off. You waited for Tom to speak, but he blinked a few times and walked to the door. You stood there thinking what Tom was going to say. He paid the pizza guy and came back with the pizza, placing it on the counter. “(Y/N), I love you.” You looked at him confused, of course he loves you, and you love him. “I love you, (Y/N). Of course as friends, but as more than friends. I-I have feelings for you.” He couldn’t look at you, he looked to the floor. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Tom, your best friend of three years, has feelings for you, and you didn’t see it. You were shocked to say the least. Does this mean he sees the way you feel about him? Do you tell him you love him more than a friend? “(Y/N), please say something.” He had tears in his eyes now. He thought he ruined everything. You looked up at him and opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You looked in his eyes and his sharp cheekbones, and down to his five o'clock shadow, and then to his lips. You took all of him in, as if you were seeing him for the first time. You were seeing Tom for the first time as more than a friend. You reached out for his hands and pulled him closer to you. Tears were threatening to fall from both of your eyes. You slid your hands from his and up his forearms to his shoulders. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and slowly pulled him in. He was unsure if he should kiss you, so he let you play it out. Your heart was beating much faster, and you could feel Tom’s fast pulse. You pulled yourself up on your tippy toes and crashed your lips together. Tom reciprocated the kiss and had his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, if possible. Your fingers pulled at the ends of his hair as Tom deepened the kiss. Tom pulled away with a smirk. “I bet Danny Duncan can’t kiss you like that.” What a little smartass. But wait, you figured out what was up with Tom earlier. Tom was jealous. Jealous of Danny. You smirked back at him. Tom’s kissing was so much better than sloppy teen kisses from Danny. He came down to your level and placed his lips against your ear. “I’m going to make you forget any interaction you had with Danny Duncan.” Tom growled the name, Danny Duncan. He kissed under your ear and ran his hands up and down your body. His hands made it just under your bum and gave a small squeeze. “Jump.” You jumped into him and wrapped your legs around him. Tom began kissing down your neck and around to your throat, you threw your head back to give him more access. He slightly nibbled at your throat earning another soft moan that vibrated into his mouth. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Tom sat down on the couch with you in his lap and you tugged at the hem of his shirt. Tom removed his shirt and began removing yours as you panted for air. Tom took your head in his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. “I love you so, so much (Y/N). And nothing will ever change that.” You gave him a watery smile.
“I love you too, Thomas. More than anything in the world.” You dove in for another kiss and Tom unclasped your bra. You suddenly felt nervous, as Tom had never seen you completely naked before. He noticed your newfound nervousness and kissed the corner of your mouth.
“It’s alright, love. We don’t have to continue, if you don’t want to.” You nodded and began kissing his neck, gaining a deep moan from Tom. Looks like you found a sweet spot. You smirked into his neck and breathed in his scent. You slid out of his lap and stood up to remove your pants, and Tom began doing the same. Once you and Tom were completely bare you pushed him down back on the couch. He looked you up and down with clear hunger in his eyes. You blushed at his action, he took your hands and pulled you into his lap. Tom kissed your bicep and up to your shoulder. He bit down on your trapezius and sucked on your collarbone, most likely leaving a mark. You threw your head back a moan fell from your lips. “Music to my ears.” Tom said in a breathy whisper. Just as he was about to begin the best sex you would ever have, the oven began beeping. The cake was done. You both simultaneously let out a sigh of disappointment. “This is not over, darling.” He kissed your nose and slid you off next to him on the couch. Tom put his pants back on and jogged into the kitchen. You took Tom’s shirt and pulled it over your head, and walked into the kitchen. “Now can Danny Duncan do that? Bake a cake, fool around, and not burn the cake?” He said with a sly grin.
“Who’s Danny Duncan?” He smirked and kissed your forehead.
“That’s right, darling.” He looked down to see you wearing his shirt. “That shirt looks so much better on you than it does on me.” You playfully smacked his chest. Tom picked up the icing and shook it in his hand. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” You grabbed a butter knife and began covering the cake with icing. Tom dunked his fingers in the icing and put it on your lips, and then on his. “What are you-” He grabbed the sprinkles and placed them on yours and his icing covered lips. He got out his phone and took a picture of you. “Why?” You asked laughing. He leaned down and collided your lips in a sweet kiss. “We can finish the cake later.” You pulled Tom down to your lips. “I love you.” You breathed against his lips and pulled away.
“You minx.” Tom pushed you backwards, kissing your swollen lips, down the hall. Once you both made it to his room, he pushed you inside and kicked the door shut. Tom removed his shirt from your body and kissed down your chest, down your stomach and stopped just above your sex. “Danny Duncan never made it this far.” You rolled your eyes at his ongoing jealousy.
You sat up and held Tom by the shoulders, leaned in with your lips just barely touching his and whispered, “Danny Duncan could never.”