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Studying Abroad (Part 4) // Tom Holland

"Yeah, dad," Tom said, his hand tightening on your hip when he felt your tongue slip out and roam against his neck. "U-uh, yeah. We're getting a lot of work done – she's really good with biology."

You held in your laugh, lifting your head up to shake your head. He smiled at you, winking before going back to speaking to his dad.

"Enjoy your weekend," he said into the phone, "yeah. Check in when you land." He rolled his eyes, half because his dad kept droning on about something he didn't care about, and half because the feeling of your teeth sinking into his collarbone was driving him insane.

Your hands slipped from his chest toward the top of his jeans. "Tommy," you whispered against his neck, shifting down slightly on his lap, "hurry." You smiled against him when his arm wrapped completely around you.

"Dad, I should really go back to studying," Tom argued, bringing his hand up to cup the back of your neck, bringing you into a heated kiss. Your eyes widened as you pushed him away.

"Tom!" You whisper-shouted at him, surprised he would do that while still on the phone, momentarily forgetting the position you were in. He just winked at you, as he gave his dad another goodbye.

"Fucking tease," he mumbled, tossing his phone on the side-desk next to his bed. He flipped you onto your back, and hovered over you, leaning down to kiss you. It started off soft, his lips just moving rhythmically against yours until your hands carded through his hair, pulling him closer and letting your tongue run across his bottom lip. "Fuck," he mumbled against your mouth, feeling the warmth of your tongue against his.

"Tom?"

You pulled away from Tom, your hand reaching one of his, the one slipping into the waist band of your pajama shorts. "There's someone at the door."

"Ignore them," he groaned, his fingers skimming the inside of your thigh. Your eyes closed, momentarily forgetting about the small, soft voice on the other side of the door – until you heard it again.

"Tom, it's Paddy." You said, pushing him softly.

"So?"

"Tom!"

Tom dropped his head into the crook of your neck, groaning before lifting himself off of you, fixing his pants, and opening the door, just a crack.

"What's up, Pads?" Tom asked innocently, although he was trying to get rid of his youngest brother as quickly as possible.

"There's someone at the door." He whispered, looking downstairs. Tom's eyebrows furrowed, looking downstairs as a knock sounded.

"Uh, thanks, Pads. I'll go get it. Go to your room, man."

Paddy nodded, walking back into his room and shutting the door.

"What did he need?"

Tom turned around at the sound of your voice, smiling softly at the sight of you laying on his bed – he liked seeing you there. "Uh," he shook his head, coming back down into reality, "there's someone at the door. Maybe one of the twins ordered pizza. I'll be back." He walked over to his dresser, picking up his wallet, just in case it was the pizza guy.

You nodded, laying back against his pillows and getting underneath the blankets. "I'll be waiting for you," you said, your voice low as your hands disappeared under the covers, only to reappear with your pajama shorts in hand, dropping them on the floor, "hurry back, Thomas." You winked, smiling at his pained expression.

"Angel... you're too hard on me." He complained, winking at you before walking out of the door, closing it and walking downstairs. He pulled out a couple of twenties, not knowing how much the twins could have ordered. "Hey, man. What's the damage?" Tom asked, not looking up as he fished around for the second twenty, opening the door completely.