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Tom Keifer #1

I'm so soft for Tom

*Smut warning*

Halloween #2

"Tom, I don't like this."
"You don't like any horror movies."

"Exactly why I don't fucking watch them, loser." I retorted, covering my face with a cushion and hiding under the blanket I shared with my ever so gorgeous best friend. Whatever slasher movie Tom was watching, did not appeal to me in the slightest. The TV went quiet, and I plucked up the courage to look up--

--only to find a man had been impaled, and was hanging off his motherfucking wall.

"Shit!" I squealed, and hid my face again. I felt Tom's hand touch my shoulder briefly, and he pulled it away again, much to my dismay.

"Y'know, I'm pretty creeped out." I whispered, poking Tom's leg gently.

"Yeah, I can tell." He laughed quietly, pulling the blanket down so he could see my eyes.

"I could use a hug. If only there was a big, strong man to give me one." I teased, not knowing where or how I'd got this sudden burst of confidence. His cheeks were tinged pink, and I shuffled slightly closer to him.

"I mean- I could- I could give you a hug, if you wanted me to-" He started, and I grinned from underneath the blanket.

"Oh, Tommy, I could really use one." I pleaded, seeing that he was clearly getting nervous- though I couldn't tell if it was awkward nerves or- well, nervous nerves.

"Get over here then, y/n." He gave me a small smile and held out his arms. I bit my lip to hide a grin and clambered over to him, lifting a leg over to sit on his lap. The movie was still playing in the background, though Tom had clearly muted it as the only sounds in the room were our soft, shaky breaths as our eyes held contact.

His arms wrapped around my waist and his hands settled at the base of my spine. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered: "would you hold me closer?"

His grip of me instantaneously tightened, and he sat forward, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and rested my hands on his chest. Neither of us moved for a few minutes; we both appreciated each other's physical contact, it seemed.

"Y/n-"
"Mm?"
"Stay the night. Stay here with me."
"I will, Tommy. I will."

I felt his cheek move, his mouth curling up into a smile, and I couldn't help but smile too.

"I'm gonna need to go home and grab some clothes, though."
"I'll take you."
"If you're sure."

I pulled away from Tom hesitantly, and the two of us put on our shoes and went to the car- not a word between us.

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"It's so cold out there." I murmured as Tom locked up the house for the night.

"Yeah. Um, do you want a drink of anything?"
"Just some water if that's okay, Tommy. I'm gonna go put some pyjamas on."
"Sure."

I dashed upstairs and put my bag in the guest bedroom.

Fuck, what have I done?

Things are gonna be so awkward tonight.

And you chose those pyjamas.

Nice one.

I took a deep breath and convinced myself that I was gonna have to be the one who made a move if I really loved him. I grabbed my pyjamas out of my backpack and started undressing.