flips - boyfriend!tom
As part of the new Spider-man film’s promotion, Marvel wanted to shoot a video of Tom teaching other cast members some simple gymnastics tricks at a gym near where the two of you lived. You figured everyone would be thoroughly embarrassing themselves, so you decided to tag along and watch. Tom wanted to get there early, though, so he could practice some of the old moves he hadn’t done in a while.
“Damn,” you said, watching him flip around on the bouncy floor, just the two of you in the big space. “I wish I could do that.”
“Let me show you some stuff!” Tom exclaimed, suddenly his excitement level skyrocketing.
You chuckled at his wide eyes. “Nah, I don’t wanna hurt myself.”
“I won’t let you hurt yourself, promise.” He gave you his puppy eyes for a second, but you still looked unconvinced. “C’mon,” he pleaded, “you can be my test dummy for my teaching skills.”
You sighed. “Okay, fine.”
You walked across the bouncy floor to the other side of the gym, to the giant foam pit for practicing new tricks.
“Can you do a front flip?”
“Who do you think I am?”
Tom laughed. “Okay, we’ll start with a front tuck then.” Tom demonstrated a few times, getting a bit of height on the trampoline before tucking his chin, rolling his body forward in the air, and landing gracefully feet-first in the giant pile of foam cubes.
“Think you’ve got it?”
“I mean, I guess. Should I just…go?”
You bent your knees and jumped on the trampoline a few times, gaining height. You sprung yourself forward, but hesitated too long about the flip part, letting out a brief “Ahh!” as you basically just twisted a bit sideways and landed in the foam.
“That was about the lamest attempt at a flip I’ve ever seen, I think.”
“Okayokayokay, I’m doing it, I’m doing it.” You climbed back up onto the trampoline.
You started jumping again. “Don’t hesitate,” called Tom from your side.
“Okaaaay…here I go….”
Unfortunately, you were a bit too eager this time. You flung your upper body forward and around, overturning by a half.
“Yes!” Tom cheered, clapping his hands together and laughing hysterically. You righted yourself, frowning, your hair all out of sorts since you’d landed face-first in the foam pit.
“My lip is bleeding, you ass,” you accused, barely able to keep a smile off your face - his laugh was too contagious. “‘Oh, no, I won’t let you hurt yourself,’” you quoted, mimicking him in a bad, overdramatic British accent.
Tom bit his lip to try to stop himself from laughing. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you teased as he took your hand and helped pull you up out of the pit. You sighed. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the gymnast life.”
“It was a valiant effort.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. He lifted his hand and rested his fingers on the side of your neck along your jawbone, using his thumb to gently pull down your bottom lip to see the small bleeding cut. “Sorry,” he said softly, an amused smile still ghosting his lips.
You bit down on his his thumb. “It’s okay,” you smile.
He dropped his hand just as the door opened to the group and crew. “Oh, hey guys,” called Jacob, the first one in the gym. “Practicing?”
“Yeah,” you responded. “He injured his first student, so watch out.”
Hope you like this drabble, big thanks to whoever requested it!! Sort of inspired by the video Harry made of Tom teaching Jacob and Harrison some ballet in South Korea.
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