Shall you have my heart?
A Hiddlesworth Fanfiction
Chapter Three
Tom took a step back frightened before he managed to squeak out a "What!?" Images of his dream flashed before his eyes causing him to shiver before he noticed the odd look Chris was giving him "Tom you alright?" He approached the shivering man and placed a hand on his shoulder "I...I s-sorry umm..." Tom fidgeted with his fingers, glancing back and forth trying to think of a reason as to why he wouldn't take his shirt off in front of him "I...Umm...Don't like undressing in front of anyone" A guilty feeling went through his heart as he half lied. It was true he didn't or rather had never undressed in front of anyone but the true reason he didn't want to take his shirt off was because of that damned dream. There was not a chance that Chris would understand that, just the very thought of Tom telling him caused him to shiver again "Tom?" He saw Chris waving his hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his paranoid thoughts "I...I...W-Why do you want me to undress?" His voice carried a hint of fear Chris must of picked up on "Are you afraid of taking your shirt off Tom?" He noticed the look of concern written across Chris's face as he struggled to find his voice "Why?" He heard Chris give a small chuckle "We are both gentlemen here, I would not do anything to make you feel ashamed unless you do not find beauty in yourself?" After all Tom did say he didn't have a very high self esteem "I..." He glanced down to stare at Chris's feet 'Beauty in myself?' He thought letting his shakey fingers fumble with the buttons on his stained shirt "Y-You..." Tom felt a shiver go down his spine at the same time his heart accelerated. He couldn't find the courage to look Chris in the eye "Find me t-to be that of a beautiful man?" His lips felt weird as he stuttered the sentence out, he nervously shifted his feet awaiting Chris's answer. Silence filled the room for a moment, the rain continued to hit the roof of the house causing a rather scary echo to go throughout the walls. Tom took a breath though his nose and looked out to the window, seeing lightening illuminate the room.
He nibbled at his bottom lip before feeling Chris cup his chin and raise his head up. He felt his cheeks flush at the sight of Chris's gentle smile "Would you be offended if I did say you were a handsome man Thomas?" He let out a struggled noise as he tried to search for his words. Chris truly thought he was beautiful? He swallowed the lump in his throat, shaking his head. Why would he offended? Sure nobody had called him handsome or beautiful before but he was more flattered if anything "...I..." He wrapped his long fingers around the hand that was still holding his jaw in place. He let out another strangled noise, feeling his cheeks become redder "I...w-would not be offended umm..." He felt his cheeks grow hotter upon hearing Chris's laughter "Oh?" He took a deep breath as Chris finally released his chin "Than why dear Thomas are your cheeks so flushed?" He let out an annoyed mumbled, playfully glaring at Chris who wore a smirk across his face "Perhaps it is because nobody has ever uttered those words to me" He saw Chris give him am odd expression,one that made Tom think Chris thought he was merely bluffing. Another rumble of thunder roared as the room was illuminated by lightening once more. He could see Chris's blue eyes looking at him and his beautiful hair resting gently on his shoulders "You have never been complimented as a handsome man?" Tom took a deep breath, glancing down at the floor "N-Not that often no...My mother always does but..." He played his fingers again, seeing the wine stain on his shirt "C-Can I have that shirt now?" He glanced back up at Chris, catching the shirt he had tossed to him "Do you want me to leave so you can change?" Tom ran his thumb over it before he looked at Chris "N-No?" His voice sounded unsure. While he didn't want to undress in front of Chris, it would be extremely rude to ask him to leave his own bedroom. He quickly debated if he should ask to go to the restroom but again he found it rude. He cleared his throat "I..It's fine Chris" His lips tingled upon speaking his name before he held the shirt up to look it over.
It was very simple just a plain white shirt with puffy ends to the sleeves. He folded it over his arm feeling nervous knowing Chris was staring at him. He took a hard swallow and turned to the side, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and shivered feeling the cool air against his bare chest before slowly sliding the shirt down his arms. He turned his head to look at Chris who was now sitting down, his leg resting over the other and his fingers scratching his chin. Those blue orbs staring at Tom's bare chest making him feel extremely self conscious. He silently groaned, feeling rather embarrassed having to change in front of someone. He glanced down finally taking his shirt off, catching it with one hand before he quickly folded it into a square. He could feel himself sweating knowing it was from being so nervous. He wiped his forehead before he looked around for a place to set his stained shirt. He glanced around and eventually placed it on the floor beside his feet, he didn't want to appear rude by placing it on any of Chris's things such as his table or desk. He took a deep breath through his mouth, slowly letting it out as a way to calm himself. He was still nervous but more so now because of his dream. Would Chris really do those things to him? Though he hated to admit to himself he found the image rather pleasing but it would never actually happen...Would it? He shook his head feeling Chris's eyes still on him before he held the spare shirt to his chest. Was it really necessary to stare at him? Tom remembered Chris's words but surely he couldn't find him that handsome, though he secretly hoped he would. He rather enjoyed Chris's company and was beginning to feel a stronger sense of affection for him. Though part of him hoped it was love while the other part of him hoped it wasn't. Lord knows what his father would do if he found out he loved a gentlemen. He felt a sting of pain go through his heart before he held the shirt up again. Sometimes he wished he had the bravery to do what he wanted and not just bend to his father's will. He shivered once more, feeling the cold draft in the room before he finally slipped Chris's shirt on. It smelled just like his cloth, lavender mixed with his natural body smell. He moved his shoulders a bit, the shirt was a little loose but Tom was grateful none the less. He took another deep breath, wiping his forehead again before he turned to look at Chris "Umm...T-Thank you" He felt his cheeks flush again seeing that Chris was still staring at him "I do not know why you were so shy as to undress in front of me Tom" He swallowed hard seeing Chris straighten his posture with a smile across his face "W-Why is that?" He took a step back watching Chris rise off the bed and walk closer to him "You are rather handsome inside and out. Why ever would you be so shy as to not show it more often?" Tom's face turned a bright red. So many thoughts entered into his head and he started thinking Chris rather liked embarrassing him "S-Show it m-more often?" Why would he do that? He didn't have anyone special nor close to him or that he even loved.
He shifted his body back and forth before clearing his throat "I...I d-don't understand..." He looked at Chris clearly confused "Well I mean you are a beautiful gentlemen in all possible ways yet you are so shy and say you lack friends. Would not everyone want to get to know you?" Tom turned his attention to the floor again "I...I am not brave like you..." He shyly confessed before he lifted his head back up to see Chris raise an eyebrow "Brave like me? Whoever said I was brave Thomas?" He jumped slightly and looked at the other man with disbelief "W-What do you mean? Y-You are brave Chris!" He didn't even realize he has taken a step closer to him until he saw the look on Chris's face. He blushed and took a step back before explaining himself more clearly "You are a soldier, y-you saved me in the Pub, a-and you stood up to my father!" Thunder continued to rumble and lightening illuminated the room once more "That is braver than anything I could ever do..." He whispered softly before frowning, he wished he was brave enough to do any of those things. Especially stand up to his father, though somewhere deep inside he knew he could if he was only had more courage. He heard steps come close to him before warm arms embraced him causing him to jump in surprise, feeling his cheeks grow hot again. Chris wrapped his arms tightly around the small body and leaned his head in Tom's curls "But you are brave Thomas, one is not defined by the actions they do but rather the reason why they do them" He pondered Chris's statement, wrapping his fingers around the arms embracing him. Would he ever have a reason to be brave? He leaned into Chris's body more, feeling a strange tingle go through him. If he ever did chose to be brave he knew it would only be because of Chris, but what made him so brave? Tom nibbled his bottom lip more, letting out a silent yelp as he tasted iron "W-What was your reasoning for doing such things?" He felt extremely nervous asking Chris that but surely he wasn't the reason correct? He heard Chris take a breath through his nose "From the moment I saw you standing in the crowd, I could not picture anyone else I would even think about protecting" Tom held his breath remembering that day. Chris dropping his jaw when he laid his eyes upon Tom and the way he winked at him when he finally passed him. He let a breath out, tightening his fingers around Chris's arms "S-So it was me you were truly looking at?" He heard Chris give a small chuckle "Yes" He felt his heart beat with joy before Chris took a step away and laid his hands on his shoulders instead "You were the only one that stood out to me and I was worried that I might not have gotten to meet you" Though it was dark Tom was staring straight into those beautiful blue orbs, letting a smile come across his face "I saw you when you entered the Pub" He let his jaw drop, so Chris saw him first? He shifted his foot across the floor "I was looking for you...And I accidentally ran into that rather monstrous gentlemen" He let his fingers run across the near healed cut he has received from that bluke. Chris's soft chuckle filled the room once more "He comes to the Pub daily and often drinks himself into a drunken state. However I was sitting in the corner and watched him so roughly handle you before I made my way down to get his attention" He let out a small laugh of his own which caught Chris's attention "That is the first time I've heard you laugh" Tom licked it bottom lip, feeling the soreness from nibbling on it "I-Is that a bad thing?" He wasn't sure, it was true he didn't laugh a whole lot. Perhaps it sounded strange?
He scratched his chin consumed in his thoughts before Chris once again snapped him out of it "Of course not, it's rather a beautiful melody to my ears" He blushed furiously, Chris thought his laugh was beautiful? He felt the man cup his cheek "What ever were you laughing at though?" He smiled "I was just thinking about the whole ordeal. Rather funny looking back on it now" Chris gave a soft chuckle before he stepped away from Tom "I suppose that it is rather funny" He gave another small chuckle before he looked out the window. It was pitch black but he could hear the rain as thunder continued to rumble and another flash of lightening illuminated the room "I'm afraid I only have one bed" He didn't expect any guests to stay over and he wasn't sure if Tom was willing to share though he'd gladly sleep on the floor, he could see Tom fidgeting with his fingers. Something he noticed Tom often doing when he was nervous "I..umm" He smiled at the other's shyness "We could share if you do not mind sleeping by my side but I could perhaps sleep on the floor?" He saw Tom flinch back before he quickly muttered a few "No's" Making Chris smile as he thought Tom was rather adorable though he couldn't help but feel as if he were pushing him into doing something he was rather uncomfortable with "Are you sure?" He watched Tom step closer to him, shyly nodding his head "I-It would be extremely rude if I asked you to give up your own bed" He took a breath, glancing at Chris "I...I would not mind sharing umm i-if that's okay with you" He saw the other man smiling at him "Of course Tom, I was the one who suggested it" He walked over to bed and took a seat down before unbuttoning his shirt, something that caused Tom to blush once more "W-What are you doing?" He questioned making Chris stop in his actions before turning his attention to him "I usually sleep bare. Though I would never when sharing a bed with you Thomas however may I request I at least sleep with my shirt off?" Tom played with his hands again, his cheeks red hot picturing what Chris had just said before shaking his head "I...ahh...O-Of course...N-No trouble" He saw Chris smirk and almost felt like glaring at him,his suspicious that the other man loved seeing him so nervous were now confirmed. He took a deep breath watching Chris slide his shirt so delicately off his body and felt a strange sensation go through him upon seeing his rather muscular build. He swallowed hard, shifting his legs. 'Please don't be excited again' He prayed trying to clear his mind hoping Chris didn't notice his uprising.
He watched the shirt as it was thrown across the room before Chris stood up and stretched "You want to climb in first Tom?" He shifted his legs again, thanking The Lord it was mostly dark in the room "S-Sure" He let out a small groan,taking baby steps over to the bed. He paused and placed his hand on the bed, trying to keep his balance as he unlaced his shoes before slowly climbing onto the bed. He struggled shifting his hips until he ended up falling forward "I didn't know you were that tired Tom" He could hear Chris chuckling at his own joke making him bury his face into the sheets. If only that were the truth. He brought his face back up before continuing to crawl over to the far side of the bed. Pulling the covers over him quickly, he continued wiggling his hips. Of all the times for this to happen why now? He took a deep breath, at least if he had his back to Chris chances are he wouldn't even notice Tom's excitement. He felt the bed tip as Chris climbed in next to him, he glanced over his shoulder and once again thanked The Lord that Chris decided to sleep back to back. He pulled the cover over his shoulder and snuggled into the pillow, smiling as his nostrils were filled with Chris's scent "Good night Tom" He blushed and nibbled his bottom lip ignoring the slight pain as he tried to silence a nervous giggle "G-Good night Chris" He snickered before covering his mouth, he didn't normally giggle when he was nervous but he had never shared a bed with anyone, especially another man. He felt Chris move around trying to get comfortable before Tom snuggled into the pillow once more, closing his eyes. He laid there with his eyes shut tightly in thought. Everything that happened lately seemed like a dream and part of of him wondered if it was. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like without if he hadn't of met Chris and it may seem strange but Tom honestly thought they got along rather well. As if they were almost meant to be together and had already known each other. He smiled letting himself drift into sleep, he just hoped there would be no repeats of the dream he had prior.