Tom Holland X Male Celebrities

Jonathan Bailey

Jonathan's soft, dark brown eyes looked appraisingly at Tom, making the younger painfully aware of himself and try to stand in a way that gave off an essence of being care-free and confident, but he knew the effect was instead maladroit and cumbersome. A waggish grin spread across Jonathan's, the corners of his mouth attractively reaching into his cheeks and dimpling them.

The older man was attractive with his sweetly-featured and comely face, the tanned skin that glistened with sweat in the club's restraint lighting. He bit his bottom lip between alluring white teeth as he tilted his head forward and meticulously inspecting Tom's body, his eyes first focused on the younger man's groin, wondering what hid behind the expensive black dress pants before his gaze travelled upwards: the white button-up, the fabric almost translucent with sweat and sticking to Tom's skin, hugging the contours and grooves of his muscled, flat abdomen, then he progressed further to his chest, here the skirt stuck to the skin too, the pecks discernible through the damp fabric. Finally, the attractive and adorable face, anxious and timid, the skittish brown eyes, dark like a puppy's. He listened to the young man's panted breathing, his chest raising and falling, as he tried to regain his breathe after the orgy of dancing.

He stepped closer to Tom, placing his hand on the young man's hip and tightening his grip. He brought his face closer to Tom's so that they could hear each other over the roar of Roisin Murphy's Simulation blaring through the speakers, the bass coursing through the walls and floor, "Why do you look like a deer caught in headlights, cutie?" he asked with conniving lasciviousness to his voice.

With the older man's face so close to his, Tom was able to study every line, crevice and curve of his tantalising face in vivid detail. It took his breath away; a trickle of ice going down his spine. He tried to answer the question nonchalantly, but the feel of Jonathan's hand on his hip threatened to make him stumble over his words, "I don't now what you mean, man." he said with a careless laugh.

It amused Jonathan how awkward the younger man was. It made him alluring, the way he stood like a mouse in Jonathan's insatiable gaze. He narrowed his gaze on Tom's pink lips, imagining what they taste like. He stepped closer to the younger man, pressing their sweaty bodies togethering, inhaling the other man's scent - sweat mixed with hints of savage by Dior. Possessively, he placed his hands on the man's lithe hips, listening to the gasp that fluttered from his lips, barely audible over the din of the party. Their eyes locked, "Isn't it awesome," he said in a promiscuous voice, "how we're barely discernible in the crowd of people?" he let his one hand move away from the man's hip, down over his stomach, "Despite our fame, nobody pays us any attention." he removed his eyes from Tom's and instead directed them to the young man's neck, observing the tense tendons of muscles. His hand reached its destination, cupping the young man's bulge.

Tom dry swallowed before he nodded.

Jonathan buried his face in the nook of the other man's neck, licking up from the hollow in the middle of his collarbone all the way up to the base of his ear, savouring the salty taste of his sweat. He tightened his grip on Tom's bulge, squeezing, eliciting a mousy whimper from the young man, "Do you want like that?" he said while his free hand snaked down around his back and cupped Tom's butt.

Quickly, they left the main hall where the rapturous party was in full swing. Jonathan hurriedly led a breathless and panting Tom down the passageway, feeling the aching hardness in his pants. They fell into his hotel room and as soon as the door was closed he pinned the young man against the slate of wood, plastering his lips onto Tom's while his hasty and clumsy fingers worked to undo Tom's belt. He pushed his tongue into the 26-year-old's mouth once he was done with his pants, falling the to the floor with a clank of his belt buckle. With his mouth occupied, he tucked the elastic band of Tom's boxer underwear to just below his groin, enough to expose his erection.