Seeing the Thing

Chapter 19

warnings: fluffy smut

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"I think we deserve our own special cast party," Tom smirked, pulling you into him.

"Yeah?" You laugh, kissing him through giggles. Tom rests his forehead against your own and nods before kissing to your ear.

"Mhm, it involves you, me, your dorm bed, and many, many orgasms," Tom whispers.

"Thomas!" you gasp, playfully hitting his chest.

"Don't tell me you didn't like that."

You bite your lip and shake your head, "I loved it."

"Let's get outta here," he fits his hand in your own and you grabbed your backpack, following him out of the theatre.

"Don't hold up the party on our account!" He shouts to Harrison and Gianna who are laughing together at the entrance, waiting for the both of you so that he can lock up.

"Have fun you two, just uh, try not to wake up the whole fucking dorm," Gianna teases.

"At least we won't be all over each other at the cast party!" You retort.

"Ah, you wish you were going just to see that," Harrison teases.

"Goodnight," Tom says, pulling you down the sidewalk as Gianna and Harrison cackle.

Tom kisses you under every street light. And then on each step going up to your dorm. He kisses you until both of you don't think you can just kiss any longer. And then he kisses you some more, because he wouldn't mind running out of breathe if it meant he was spending that time attached to you.

He helps you slip your backpack off, cupping your cheek as his foot shuts the door behind him.

"I'm really glad you saw the thing," he teases as your hands slip under his t-shirt.

"Me too," you smile as he helps you pull his shirt off.

"Took you long enough."

"Not my fault we're both stubborn idiots," you retort as his hands move to the already flushed skin of your hips, tugging at your shirt.

"Only half your fault, I'll take the other half of the blame," Tom grins as you lift your arms up and he pulls your shirt off. Instead of tossing it to the side he folds it neatly, grabbing his own and doing the same.

"What are you doing?" you ask, slipping your shoes off.

"I know you get distracted when our clothes are thrown everywhere, don't want you distracted tonight. Cause all I'm gonna be able to focus on is you darling."

You feel tears in your eyes because how can he be this thoughtful?

"Hey, no crying, this isn't a time to cry," Tom coos, cupping your cheek and brushing the tears from your cheek.

"Hey! These are happy tears okay? I'm working on it," you laugh before capturing his lips with your own. Tom easily slips his shoes off before his hands move to your back, working to take off your bra as you fumble for the zipper on his jeans.

He kicks off his jeans as you slip out of your bra, both of you folding up your clothes as you went. Now your jeans came off, then your panties. No matter how many times Tom saw you naked you always took his breath away.

Tom sets a condom on your bedside table before pulling you back into his arms, one hand around your waist, the other cupping your face.

"Can I eat you out?"