#i like the idea but writing it was such a pain wsdfghjkle

[stealth-spiderr]

be soft™ with me

summary // roommate!tom has had a long day and just wants to relax

paring // tom x reader

warnings // like one swear??

word count // 1054

The faint sound of jingling keys hits my ears, followed immediately by Tom groaning dramatically as he entered the apartment. I roll my eyes, finishing up the sentence of the paper I was working on, knowing I wouldn’t get much done with Tom back home.

He emits a continuous noise of exasperation whilst walking to his room and presumably dumping his stuff. He takes a few minutes in his room, getting changed into comfy clothes most likely, still groaning and sighing loudly. He doesn’t stop making noise as he heads to the kitchen, I hear him riffle through the fridge, and then the cupboard followed by the fridge again.

He finally makes his way to join me by the couch. Not sitting on it though, I haven’t given him the option, considering I’m sprawled over the entire thing, but he wouldn’t have sat on it anyway. He sits on the floor beside where my head is, back against the couch. His groans turn into small whines as he makes a grabby gesture over his shoulder with his hand. I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me, and give him my hand which he careless tugs to his hair. I thread my fingers through his fluffy curls and gently massage his scalp, he sighs contently whilst eating the strawberries he’d grabbed.

“Rough rehearsal?” I ask.

“Kinda,” he replies, chewing a strawberry. “It was our first full run of the show so there was plenty of fuck ups obviously, but we just ran it so many times and we barely had a break and I’m tired.”

He holds the container of strawberries over his shoulder, I take one with a muttered thank you and eat it, leaves and all. We sit in a comfortable silence for a while, I’ve zoned out but my fingers are still gently messing with Tom’s hair. I jump a little when he suddenly moves, he crawls to the tv and opens the draw on the cabinet with the DVD’s in it.

“What are you feeling?” he asks, not looking at me.

“Something cute.” I answer, very much looking at him, at least his butt in the grey sweats he’s wearing.

“The First Time?”

“Yep, let’s do it.”

He sets up the movie and I ask if he wants to sit on the couch. He hums a yes. I sit up but before I can swing my legs off the couch he puts his hand on my calves and moves my legs apart. He makes himself comfy between my legs, arms around my torso and his head resting on my stomach.

“You right there, Tommy?” I ask, worrying about the blurred line of our relationship right now. Not quite lovers but something more than friends.

“Just be soft with me,” he mumbles, pulling an arm out from under me and grabbing my hand, once again shoving it into his hair.

“Alright.”

Tom barely lasts the first ten minutes of the film before his snores fill the air. I wake him up when he gets too loud, he grumbles in annoyance about being awoken and shoves his face into my stomach.

“I couldn’t hear the movie over you snoring, dumbass,” I say to him.

“What did I miss?” he asks.

“Your favourite part with Dave and Aubrey at the piano.”

“Damn.”

We get through another good chunk of the movie before my eyelids start getting heavy. My hand stills in Tom’s hair, he frees an arm and pulls my hand down to his face. He gently presses a kiss on my knuckles for a few seconds and then holds my hand to his lips.

“Can’t do that,” I mumble.

“Why not?”

“Because we don’t do that.”

“We should start.”

I let out I hum in acknowledgement, not entirely processing the words. I move the hand Tom’s holding out of his grasp and gently cup his face, tracing his cheekbone with my thumb. He kisses the inside of my wrist.

“Tommy,” I say warningly.

He just does it again.

I withdraw my hand and let out a nervous breath. He sits up, repositioning both of our legs so he’s straddling my thighs where he sits fiddling with his fingers.

“Would it be so bad? Because I kind of have a thing for you, and every time I think I’m getting somewhere with you we revert back to being very seperate and I can never work out if it’s because you don’t like me or you’re just freaking out or something,” he confesses.

I sit up from my reclined state, bringing us chest to chest. Sort of, he’s a little higher due to him being on top of my legs.

“It’s definitely me freaking out, because almost the entire time we’ve been friends we’ve had the blurriest line between what friends do and what lovers do. I can never figure out where I stand, or what I want. Because when I look at your face I really want you but then I think about it and that makes me believe it would just complicate everything.” I ramble, trying to avoid Tom’s eyes.

His hands grab my face gently, bringing my gaze to meet his. His cheeks are tinged red, I think I can almost feel the warmth of them but I realise that’s probably my own.

“We can just go with the flow and see what happens, yeah?” he murmurs.

I nod a little, licking my lips and Tom, who of course had been staring at them, smiled a tiny bit.

“So, you dig me?” he says, and I snort at his use of a line from the movie.

“Yeah, I dig you, you giant loser.”

He leans forward, resting his forehead on mine, his hands dropping to my hips taking fistfuls of my shirt in each one, holding me against him.

“We’ve never kissed before,” I whisper, heart rate picking up as my lips brush Tom’s with every word.

“No, we have not,” he replies, fists tightening their hold on my shirt.

My own hand creeps up his chest, slowly feeling his toned muscles as I go, causing him to smirk.

“Should probably change that,” I grab the neck of the shirt in my fist and pull him that last centimetre closer to connect our lips.

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