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Oh Boy(s)--Chapter 3

Prompt: Two best friends, Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield have a crush on the same girl. Harrison thinks Tom hates the girl and confides his feelings in him, causing Tom to continue being standoffish until one night he drunkenly confesses his own feelings to her, invoking an unintentional one night stand. What follows is put confusion and continual frustration. 

Warning: language

Rating: PG-13

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Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four


(Y/N) walked outside of the home and back outside, her eyes glued to the online ordering page as she thumbs through the ingredient’s list. Her left threatened to buckle as she slowly came down from the high her body had been radiating on since Tom’s presence from moments earlier when each had peaked.

“How’s the pizza coming?” Jacob called over to her as she lounged in a lawn chair.

“It’s coming,” she laughed. “What do you guys want on it?” A slew of toppings were listed by various people, but (Y/N) could only focus on a few at a time as they jumped from pepperoni to beef, and then pineapples.

“Um, no,” Zendaya stated with a laugh.

“I agree,” (Y/N) laughed while clicking the meat options. “Pineapple does not belong on a pizza,” she stated which only lead to a long conversation debating pineapples’ position on pizza, and a slew of laughter to follow.

“What’s so funny?” Tom asked while rejoining his party.

“Pineapple pizza debate,” Laura sighed, knowing the argument would never be completed.

“Yeah,” Jacob interjected. “Z and (Y/N) say no.”

“Well it doesn’t,” Harry admitted.

“Harry’s not wrong,” Harrison agreed.

“You’re just saying that to agree with (Y/N),” Tom sneered.

“She makes excellent points,” Harrison smiled while folding himself over the back of the lawn chair (Y/N) was in and put his arms around her neck. (Y/N)’s eyes met Tom’s and found an unmistakable look of pain, jealousy, and angst fall across his face. Hoping to distract himself, Tom slipped into the water beside the twins and, upon looking at each of their faces, (Y/N) could tell they were taking notice of their older brother’s expression. Tom tried to keep himself from looking at Harrison and (Y/N), he tried to keep his body language from revealing his feelings for (Y/N) to the rest of the group, he tried to keep people from noticing the guilt swelling within him, but mostly, he tried not to think about what had happened in Harrison’s bedroom. Despite how right it felt, he knew it was wrong, and yet there was an overwhelming sensation for him to do it again. He tried to do everything in his power to keep his ears from turning red, but judging by how hot they felt against his head, Tom sighed in defeat. He huffed slightly while going underwater to cool his rising temper and relax the muscles in his face as they tensed unexpectedly when his eyes fell across the girl he had fallen for in his best friend’s arms.

“Everything okay?” Jacob asked as Tom rose from the water.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I just don’t feel very well.”

“I don’t blame you,” Jacob said with a slight laugh in his tone. Immediately, Tom’s eyes flashed toward his Samoan friend and widened in panic.

“Why would you say that?” he asked hurriedly.

“You’ve been drinking most of the day,” Jacob explained as Tom stole a glance over his friend’s shoulder at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking at him as well.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “that’s gotta be it.” It wasn’t long until Jacob left Tom to his brothers who knew more than anyone else at the party when it came to Tom’s feelings toward (Y/N).

Harry and Sam sat on either side of Tom as the three stared at the stars. Tom had confided in them long ago about what he truly thought of (Y/N), and as much as Harry, Sam, and Tom loved Harrison as a brother, the situation was sticky. Of all the years Tom and Harrison have known one another, they never had this large of an issue between them, and now, because of Tom and (Y/N), the situation had only become stickier.

“He hasn’t told her about his crush, you know,” Harry stated.

“It’s not that,” Tom muttered half-heartedly. “I just fucked things up more than they needed to be.”

“Are you ready to go home?” Sam asked as the pitiful expression on Tom’s otherwise happy face continued to spread. A guilty nod was exchanged and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“What about (Y/N)?” Harry asked as Tom shifted through the water, desperately trying to get further away from the source of his frustration.

“What do you mean?” Tom asked. His heart pounded against his chest as his eyes darted from one set of eyes to another and then back in hope of reading the twins’ expression, terrified they’d discovered what he was hiding.

“Isn’t she staying in your old room?” Harry asked again. Under his breath, Tom huffed another choice obscenity as he and the twins wadded toward the edge of the pool and began to drip dry as they walked toward their towels. As fate would have it, Tom’s towel was beneath (Y/N)’s legs as she lay out across a lounging lawn chair. Harrison was still showering her with attention in hopes to draw hers over and it caused Tom to become even more aggravated. 

Seeing (Y/N) stretched out, he couldn’t fight picturing her as he had her only moments ago: flat on her back, gazing up into his eyes, her legs wincing beneath him, his lips on her neck. Tom quickly grabbed the towel resting beneath (Y/N)’s legs and tied it in a bulky knot around his waist, hoping to cover the earliest signs of arousal that threatened as his blood pulsed through his veins toward a certain extremity. 

Now that (Y/N) knew how Tom felt about her, she couldn’t help notice the obvious uneasiness that had always loomed across Tom’s face when Harrison flirted with her. It was as though each of them had dialed their ‘natural’ behaviors to eleven–Tom had become more of a grumpy jerk and she had become even more passive in terms of Harrison’s attention.

“What was that for?” Harrison asked, still drunk.

“I needed my towel,” Tom stated in a gruff voice. Instantly (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at the brown eyed brunette, a slight panic in her expression as she feared he’d spill their secret.

“You’re leaving?” Tony asked as Tom and his brothers continued to grab their things.

“I thought Paddy was on the way,” Jacob pressed.

“Dad’s car wouldn’t start so Paddy can’t make it,” Sam lied as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the table.

“Are you ready to leave?” Harry asked. “If not we can come back or I can stay until you want to go.”

“No,” (Y/N) interrupted. “I’m ready to go if you are; there’s no reason to put any of you out more than I am,” she reassured while rising from the chair and wrapping a towel around her shoulders. Both Tom and (Y/N) made their rounds, saying their goodbyes to each of their friends, while Sam and Harry stood at the gate that lead toward the driveway. She was the first to make her way toward the twins and, despite not being an actress, she was being significantly less transparent than Tom.

As soon as the oldest Holland brother made his way toward the trio that had made their way toward the car, the twins piled into the front seat, leaving Tom and (Y/N) to fall into the back together. (Y/N) rested her hand in the middle seat as she eased into the car and left it there as Harry backed out of the drive and started toward Tom’s apartment. As Tom’s thoughts continued to run through his head with anxiety ridden fever, again, his own curious impulse was something he couldn’t keep himself from acting on. Slowly, Tom leaned forward, as if to speak to his brothers in the front seat, giving him an excuse to gently place his hand over (Y/N)’s. 

She was as addicting as the liquor he’d poured down his throat that day. After one taste it was impossible to have enough. He wanted her. He needed her, and as much as he knew he couldn’t have her, he had to know if this was more than sex to either of them. Lightly, he tried to wrap his fingers around hers as Sam and Harry spoke to one another. Her heart pounded as her mind battled with doing the right thing and wanting to further explore the forbidden with Tom. She remained still under his touch, too guilty to do anything other than mentally scream at herself, but no response was not enough for Tom. He had to know. With faux confidence, he looked straight into (Y/N)’s eyes and then to their interlocked hands. She squeezed his hand in hers and then slipped from his grasp with a saddened look on her face.

“Change of plans,” Sam announced, pulling both Tom and (Y/N) away from their internal confections of doing what’s right and doing what feels right. “(Y/N) has to stay with you, Tom.”

“What? Why?” Tom questioned. 

“Mum didn’t say, she just asked if you would mind,” Sam stated. “It won’t be a problem, right?” Tom’s dark eyes locked onto (Y/N)’s as she shook her head. Bad idea, Tom. Really bad idea, she thought.

“That’s fine,” Tom stated with a smirk as a plan began to take shape.

221-bakadoll  asked:

Hartwin + 6 for the kiss meme <3

6. Tipsy kiss

It was entirely Harry’s fault. Evidently.

Eggsy was definitely not to blame. After all, Harry knew how competitive Eggsy was, he should have tried to stop him. Okay, he should have tried harder. Eggsy was never one to pass up a challenge.

Even if it was a challenge he thought of himself. That nobody has actually challenged him to do. So maybe it was just a test he brought upon himself. 

But, he excelled at tests! So long as they involved jumping or shooting or finding two-way mirrors in a room that was filling up with water quickly.

 Eggsy still wondered what the others would have done if he didn’t smash the mirror. Would they still be sitting there, sucking the air out of the toilets? Sucking air out of toilets. Eggsy laughed. These posh kids were actually ridiculous.

 He wondered if Merlin had watched them through the mirror before, like a creepy stalker. But, Eggsy guessed, he probably didn’t need the mirror, he had definitely some sort of surveillance or CCTV. Which, now that he thought about it, was even creepier.

 By the way, how did they get all the water out of the room so quickly? How did they get it in? Is there an indoor pool somewhere? Because Eggsy could think of a million scenarios in which Harry just happens to walk in on him, swimming, in the nuuude. Or, maybe, like four scenarios. But, in his defence, they were great scenarios, you could make a movie out of them! Or, like, porn. But where’s the difference, really? As long as he gets his naked pool scene with Harry, there’s none. Other than one ending in a montage of their future relationship and the other between sheets.

 Oh, while we’re on it, who replaced their mattresses and sheets after the test? Do they have a sheet-person? ‘Hey bro, what you doing for a living?’ ‘Ah, man, I’m a fucking Kingsman (sheet changer)!’ which, Eggsy is sure, sounds only cool in their own ears. Probably because nobody knew of Kingsman unless you were part of Kingsman. And then “sheet changer” just really didn’t sound that cool. Huh. Poor person. Or probably not. Kingsman has pots of money. And expensive pots everywhere. And pots of expensive pots of expensive alcohol everywhere. 

 Which, actually, brings them to their current predicament. 

 It was entirely Harry’s fault. Clearly.

 “So, are there like, stages?”

 “Stages?”

 “You know, like, cherry popping in Fitting Room 1, sex against different surfaces in Fitting Room 2 and the kinky stuff in 3?”

 “Eggsy.” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head; Eggsy always wondered what that did for him. Like, why do you have to hold your nose to shake your head? It’s not like it will just fall off.

 “Harooooold.” He mimicked like a petulant child, grabbing the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Harry sighed.

 “It’s not Harold.”

 “Harafoooord.” 

 “It’s not Haraford either, Eggsy.”

 “Harriet?” Eggsy laughed and Harry just rolled his eyes. He picked up his tumbler unthinkingly, watching in horror as Eggsy poured himself another glass.

 “Eggsy, I honestly want to suggest that you stop now.” He insisted. 

 Eggsy was never good at doing what he’s told. He downed the Booker’s at once.

 “So, Harrison.” He folded his hands on top of the table, staring at Harry who muttered a helpless “It’s not Harrison either.” under his breath.

 Eggsy stared at him. Or, at least at one of the three Harrys in front of him. Hmm. Maybe Fitting Room 4 is for foursomes? It would be a fitting room, for sure. Or, more like, for four! He was absolutely hilarious. Why didn’t he become a fucking comedian?

 Oh, right. He was too funny for crowds; his hilarity was limited to one person at a time. Or that’s what Harry told him earlier, anyway. Eggsy thought he might be right - nobody laughed as hard over his genius jokes as he did mentally. Not out loud, though, because that would make him a psychopath. Speaking of, he kind of wanted a Big Mac. Or a milkshake. With a cherry on top.

 “Harvey.” He began again, swaying forward slightly. “I want to pick you up on that suggestion.”

 “What suggestion now, Eggsy?”

 “About you, popping my cherry in Fitting Room 1.”

“…”

“…”

“… Alright, Eggsy.”

 “WHAT?”

 “Yes, alright, that’s it, you’re done with the challenge. You passed the test.” Harry put the bottle and their glasses away, while Eggsy followed him with his eyes. 

 “So you’re not going to pop my cherry in FR 1?”

 “Nobody is popping anyone’s cherries anywhere. There will be no popping of any kind while you’re drunk.”

 “Not even - whoo, whoo - popping champaaaagne?” Eggsy raised his hand in a motion, as if he was raising the ceiling. 

 “Especially not that. Now come on, let’s get you into bed.” 

 “Huh. You sending some mixed signals here. I always thought you’d be more subtle about it. I guess your urges must be running wild now that you’re faced with this level of temptation.” Eggsy motioned down his body and Harry was glad that he had started to record this challenge a few hours ago, because Eggsy’s face tomorrow will be priceless.

 “Yes, Eggsy. I honestly cannot wait to get you into bed, now come on.” He dead-panned, reaching out to help him up and he had to actually drag him up the stairs. Eggsy was clinging to him but dragging his feet, staring up at Harry from against his chest. 

He was rambling again, but Harry was too concentrated on getting them up the flight of stairs in one piece. Harry wasn’t exactly sober himself and the last thing they needed was to tumble down the stairs and explain various, mysterious bruises that apparently appeared overnight to Merlin. No, there was definitely no need for that.

Eggsy had grabbed a hold of Harry’s tie and started to pull him forward once they had reached the second story. Harry just let it happen; as long as Eggsy was lying in the bed, asleep, after all this, he was fine with it. 

He didn’t even mind when Eggsy started to hum and sing “Do you want a piece of me? I’m Mr. ‘Oh my God, that Eggsy’s shameless!’ You want a piece of me!”.

 He just rolled his eyes. Which was like, a default setting whenever it came to Eggsy + drinking alcoholic beverages. 

 Harry led him to the bed and sat him down on top of the sheets, helping him out of his clothes. Eggsy didn’t seem to mind, too preoccupied with watching Harry’s hands and muttering lyrics that probably weren’t even correct.

 “I’m Mr. ‘He’s too big, oh he’s too thick’! You want a piece of me!” 

  Harry was crouching down by then, pulling off Eggsy’s shoes and socks and smirking when he heard Eggsy’s ‘singing’ and Eggsy managed to grab his tie at the first go. He was just holding it in his hand, staring down at Harry, suddenly awake and alert. He pulled at the tie slightly, which prompted Harry to look up, and he barely registered that Eggsy was leaning forward until he felt Eggsy’s lips on the corner of his.  

 Eggsy leaned back. “Wait, ‘s not right.” He mumbled, brows drawing together over his eyes and Harry couldn’t make a move before Eggsy’s lips crashed down onto his a second time.

 The kiss was nothing but the touching of lips at first, Eggsy’s hand wrapped around Harry’s tie, Harry’s fingers on Eggsy’s ankle. But then, Eggsy tilted his head, drawing Harry closer with one hand, the other one sliding around Harry’s shoulder and Harry just couldn’t help himself. He might not have been as tipsy as Eggsy, but his mind had blanked out the second he felt Eggsy’s skin against his, Eggsy’s lips against his, Eggsy’s scent filling his nose, Eggsy’s taste filling his mouth.

 He kissed back, lips sliding against Eggsy’s, wrapping around them, sucking on them, one hand tracing circles against Eggsy’s skin, the other grabbing hold of Eggsy’s chin, fingers curling around it tenderly. With his thumb, he gently pressed down on Eggsy’s chin, his lips opening with a quiet sigh. Eggsy tasted of Booker’s and warmth and Harry allowed himself a few more blissful seconds, revelling in the sensation of Eggsy wrapped around him, pressing into him, pulling him, dragging him closer, before he leaned back again, breaking the kiss. Eggsy’s lips followed his when he leaned back, and Harry just stared up at this talented, handsome, tipsy young man in his bed. Harry’s breath was laboured and his heart was pounding and Eggsy’s lips looked ravishing and ravished.

 Eggsy was leaning closer again but Harry stopped him, pushing him down on the mattress instead. Eggsy didn’t protest, and Harry gulped, collecting himself and ignoring the way Eggsy was stretched out on top of his sheet, prying Eggsy’s fingers off of his tie before Eggsy wriggled his way up to the headboard. 

 Harry drew his blanket over Eggsy’s body, and Eggsy snuggled deeper into the sheets of Harry’s bed. By then, he was obviously struggling with keeping his eyes open and Harry’s heart thumped at the sight.

 Harry was turning around and making his way to the door, then, satisfied that Eggsy was now safe and not in danger of falling down stairs or falling for him, when Eggsy’s voice stopped him. 

 “Harry?”

  Harry stopped, turning around in the door, waiting.

 “Will you…

.

.

get me a milshake?” Eggsy asked, his lips curled into a sleepy smirk as he turned onto his side, folding his hands under his cheek so he could watch Harry go.

 “Go to sleep, Eggsy.” Harry dismissed him, shaking his head and turning off the lights.

 “With a cherry on top!” Eggsy called out, but Harry was already making his way downstairs and Eggsy never saw Harry’s fond and infatuated smile before he finally drifted off to sleep.

_

 Eggsy’s face was red as the cherry he just ate when he watched the footage of last night. He had been drunk, had made a fool of himself, had fucked up when he tried to kiss Harry, had suggested that Harry should pop his cherry in Fucking Room 1 and he hadn’t even passed the test and beaten Harry at drinking.

 And now he also had a headache.

 He sipped at the chocolate milkshake with burning cheeks and a warm feeling in his chest.

 It was entirely Harry’s fault. Obviously. 


because I love a tipsy Eggsy and I’ll never get over the cherry quote :)

thank you for the prompt, @221-bakadoll


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