Tom Holland & Co. Smut

Getting Along

You groaned when Tom claimed he had to go out to pick up the pizza himself since the traffic was so bad it would take well over an hour to get to his apartment. If he left it meant you'd be left alone with the one and only, Harrison Osterfield. Tom rolled his eyes insisting you two would be fine.

"Just don't rip each other apart, he's still in the shower anyways, I'll be back before you know it." He claimed before shutting the door behind him.

You sunk into the couch listening to the faint sound of water falling in the background. Thankfully Harrison had just gotten in the shower before you arrived, meaning you hadn't had to deal with him yet today. The boys had just come back from working out and since it was Tom's apartment it meant he got to shower first, and welcome you to your weekly movie night. You wondered how Tom had become friends with someone with such an insufferable personality. They had met at acting school, whereas you had known Tom since kindergarten. Growing up with Tom you had always been close, your mothers being close friends had pushed you two together, they always hoped you had ended up dating each other but you only saw Tom as a friend and thankfully he was on the same page as you, like always.

When you first met Harrison he wasn't so bad, Tom had introduced you at his house, he had been so excited for his two best friends to get along and become an inseparable trio. Sadly, it hadn't worked out that way, two hours after meeting Haz he had already annoyed you out of your mind, he was everything you hated personified; cocky, overly loud and a complete show off. To top it all off he looked absolutely gorgeous, the girls that flocked to him whenever you went on nights out constantly reminded you of that fact. His pale blue eyes made your stomach do somersaults, and the smirk that seemed to be plastered on his lips 24/7 filled your mind with a plethora of sinful thoughts, and let's not get started on his body.

He had made it impossible for you to ever go and watch him and Tom work out, the way he moved so gracefully and with such power had you squirming in your seat, your mind swarmed with images of him shirtless above you. The first and only timed you had gone to watch them had ended in you going home to take care of the pool between your legs, as did practically every encounter with the handsome man. But you would never, ever give him the satisfaction of letting him know what he did to you, his effect on you with only a look, he didn't even have to touch you and he had you wetter than any other man before him.

You snapped back to reality when you heard a door shut behind you. You turned your head, expecting Tom to be coming through the door with a couple of pizza boxes but to your surprise your eyes landed on a nearly naked, wet Harrison. He had clearly just come out of the shower, his hair was wet, his signature curls plastered to his forehead, towel wrapped around him hanging dangerously low on his hips, his abs and v-line on full display for you, he looked absolutely delicious. You tried not to think about the fact that this was the first time you two had ever been alone. It took you everything to not lick your lips and whip your eyes up to meet his.

"Where's Tom?" He asked, not even dignifying to give you a greeting.

"Well hello to you too." you rolled your eyes at his impoliteness, "He went out to pick up the pizza, traffic's bad." You answered his question.

"D'you know if he has any clean clothes? I forgot to pack any in my gym bag." He barked at you.

You sighed before getting up and making your way to Tom's bedroom to find some clothes for the rude boy following you to wear. Truth be told, you were only helping him because you didn't trust yourself to not jump him in his current state. You bent over to rummage through the bottom drawer where Tom kept his sweatpants, trying to find a pair long enough for the tall brit. You could feel Harrison's gaze on your ass and you fought the hot flush creeping up your neck from reaching your cheeks. Straightening up you grabbed one of Tom's larger t-shirts out of his wardrobe and turned to face Haz.