hidden identity-tom holland

part 12- gym

y/n's pov

It's been a rough few weeks. I've been so conflicted with my romantic feelings for Tom, my emotional connection to Haz and my dedication to my work. I'm still collecting data but, I have left some things out. Really personal things such as Toms family.

I just don't know.

I remembered that there was actually a gym that workers were able to use so once I've finished my work, I plan on going to blow off some steam.

I packed up my things and went to the changing rooms. I chucked on a pink sports bra and black cycling shorts before making my way over to a punching bag.

It was a really nice gym, I was surprised a lot more people didn't come in here; huge boxing ring, long rows of treadmills and cycling machines, stacks of weights and a weapons training area.

I put some headphones in before basically going insane on the punching bag. It was my way of getting out all of my conflicting emotions.

After 10 minutes I took my headphones off to take a break. As I was clicking my neck, my eyes wondered to a figure moving in my peripheral vision.

Oh my lord.

It was Tom. Shirtless Tom.

I couldn't take my eyes off his sculptured abs and his muscular arms; all big and beautiful. I was practically drooling, my thighs clenching together at the sight. He was lifting up a huge tire and flipping it over, his muscles flexing and his veins popping. As his chest rose up and down rapidly, it made my already dirty thoughts run wild, thinking about what other situations could make him pant like that-

"Hello love." His voice boomed around the large room. My eyes snapped up to his which were scanning my own body, his gaze specifically stopping around my chest. A huge smirk was plastered over his face, tongue poking his cheek.

"H-hey." I gulped, forcing all my thoughts to the back of my head.

"You're not usually here." He slowly walked closer and closer, my breathing increasing rapidly.

"Oh yeah I just, thought I'd finally check out the gym. I mean I have been working here for like 3 months now so-" I rambled.

I was obviously failing to pretend I wasn't affected by him.

"Good, good. You been on the punching bag?" He questioned, tilting his head and licking his lips.

"Yeah yeah, good for getting out emotions."

"Tell me about it. Need me to spot you?"

Realistically, I didn't need a spotter. I'm an FBI agent, I know how to handle myself. But was I going to pass up an opportunity for Tom to touch me? No way.

"Um yeah, if you're not too busy."

"I'm never to busy for you love." He scrunched his nose slightly and it made my heart flip.

Chuckling nervously at his comment, I turned back to the punching bag and got in my usual stance, except I stood a bit awkwardly so he would actually have something to critique me on.

"Widen your feet a bit and turn your hips, like this."

His large hands slithered around my bare waist, sending a bolt of electricity running up my body where his fingers lay. Squeezing slightly, he turned me into the correct position. Just when I didn't think he could make me even more hot-and-bothered, he slid one of his hands down my waist, over my hips and to my thigh where he readjusted my leg. The firm grip once again made my heart race. His body was now pressed against the back of mine, lips so near my neck that I could feel his breath. After he had "fixed" my position, he stayed as he was for a few seconds. A few seconds of bliss. I almost let out a groan when he detached himself from me. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Um, yeah so, just try that now." He mumbled.

I slowly started punching, building up my rhythm before I started doing a combination of different fighting patterns.

"Damn girl, remind me not to get on your bad side." He chuckled, putting up his hand for me to high five completely forgetting I had a glove on. I punched his hand instead, making both of us laugh.

"I'll put it in your schedule." I grinned cheekily knowing I would definitely do that.

"So, I recall you telling me 3 months ago that you're quite the swordswoman." He raised his eyebrows.

"What are you getting at Holland?" I frowned, hands on hips.

"I guess I was asking if you could teach me." He bit his lip slightly and looked at his feet. I couldn't help but smile at how almost embarrassed he was to ask.

"Of course, you got swords just lying around then?"

His eyes lit up and he practically sprinted over to what I had previously identified as the weapons training area. Following with a chuckle, I noticed as I got closer that there was literally 10 different swords hung on the wall.

"Woah." I admired the intricate blades.

"Cool right?"

"Beautiful."

"Yeah, beautiful." I looked to him and realised he didn't take his eyes off me, making heat rise to my cheeks.

"So, you'll be best with a smaller one to start with." I began, his shoulders slumping slighting as he didn't get to wield one of the big ones. "Don't be sad, you'll get there soon." I teased, slapping his arm playfully.

"The big one is so cool though." He pouted.

"Do you want to learn or not?" I frowned.

"Bossy." Tom narrowed his eyes, hiding a smile.

"Shush you big baby."

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows as he began to walk closer.

"Big. Baby." I repeated with a taunting smile.

"Right that's it."

With that, Tom picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed slightly and laughed as he started walking over to the gymnastic mats. He threw me down as gently as he could, my back coming in contact with the softness of the mat.

"You're still a big baby." I kept laughing.

"I'm the baby? Okay..." he grinned mischievously.

His hands went under my arms and started tickling. I don't know how he figured I was ticklish but he was definitely right; it was my weakness. Letting out a loud laugh that rendered me quite embarrassed, I swatted his hands away but it was no use. He was too strong. He roared with laughter along with me, gradually bending down and getting nearer my face. He ceased the tickling and our cackles faded, his hands laying gently on my sides.

We were both very aware of how close we were. Gulping slightly, my eyes flickered down to his lips. Just for a split second, but he noticed. This was the moment. We were finally about to-

"What the hell is going on here?"

Immediately recognising the voice, Tom launched himself off me.

"Um, well, y/n here decided to call me a big baby so I was tickling her as punishment." Tom smiled, his voice cracking a little.

"I have to agree with y/n, you are a big baby." Haz walked up to me with a smile and put out his hand to help me up.

"Thanks Haz. Well Holland, seems you're not ready to be a swordsman so I'm going to get changed, goodbye boys." I saluted and walked off.

"Bye love." Tom chuckled from a distance.

We were so close.