Thomas Brodie Sangster Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Slowly.” Justin added when I lifted my hand and placed it on my shoulder. I glanced up at him to see him shrug out of his silk shirt. His tie was still hanging over his neck and he looked really hot to not be considered as illegal right now, I thought to myself as I glanced at Blaze who was unbuttoning his shirt. And then I slowly began to strip. There wasn’t a lot i could work with right now, seeing as I was only in a small dress, without any sort of underwear underneath it.

I replied, still focused on filming. Then I heard a zipper. Turning, I saw James taking off his hoodie. Underneath, he wore a tight white T-shirt that clung to his tan, muscled arms. Wasn’t he cold? My eyes tracked him automatically as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. Oh, God. Delicious abs. I could... lick them. What the hell, brain? I don’t even do this usually. I must’ve been single for way too long.

“Mum wants to know when dinner’s ready?” Beatrice sighed. “Note to self: when you think things can’t get any worse, remember you have a younger brother.” Thomas Beecham entered the kitchen. He had a camouflage bandana wrapped around his head. A black vest top hung from his scarecrow frame, the combat fatigues he wore were two sizes too big, the material ballooning as though filled with water. Lucas watched as Thomas entered the kitchen. “Why are you crawling on the floor there, chief?” he said as the younger boy inched forwards across the shining tiles on his stomach.

Marissa Justine was about to drop me off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of us look up. Justin emerged, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts that hung low on his hips, and I swear—my soul flatlined. His lean muscles flexed with each step like he was handcrafted in a lab and then cursed with that careless kind of beauty that didn’t even try. He glanced up and caught me staring, and I had to blink and look away before I publicly embarrassed myself.

My eyes fell to his stomach and locked there, tracing the drops of water sliding down ridged muscle and disappearing under his waistband. My brain emptied. Everything stalled. Because standing there, dripping, shirtless, breathtaking— Was Professor Thane. What the heck?!

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

I seen towards him shockingly then my eyes landed on his upper body he is not wearing any shirt last night when I seen him he wore his t shirt now what happened wahh his abs and broad shoulders I never felt like this even to any models but now iam speechless to his body but when I seen his chest there is a tattoo it's my name iam looking at it he cleared his throat I came back to sense and seen him he said "last night you became too cold you are freezing and shivering I don't know what to do so I removed my shirt and your top to warm you"

After a while, Ashton came out of the bathroom, shirtless, flaunting his athletic body. "Ashton! Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Ashton smiled, his expression different from usual. Alice could sense it. "I don't know why, but I'm feeling really hot. My whole body feels warm." "So, you plan to sleep without a shirt?" Ashton nodded, casually wiping his damp chest. "Yes. It seems like the herbal drink Mom gave us is starting to affect me, Alice. I feel tingly all over." He showed the goosebumps on his arms, possibly from the drink or just pretending.

His voice tensed, trembling slightly: "You won't reject me because I look like this, will you?" Selina got goosebumps from his appearance but managed a smile: "You're overthinking." As Nestor was about to say more, Selina heard movement downstairs and quickly made an excuse to end the video call. Standing by the window, Selina saw a silver Bentley slowly drive through their villa gate. Thomas was back! Selina watched Thomas limp out of the car. He wore a mask - she couldn't see his face clearly but could make out bruising around his eyes. Nestor really had hit Thomas!

This idiot is full of problems isn't he? Pan drags me hurriedly into a room and throws a bag I hadn't noticed onto the bed. "Strip." I stare in horror at his order. "This is illegal! It's not on the contract! What are you doing?" "Calm down and change." He says mysteriously. "We don't have much time. Just follow my orders." He walks out of the room and I slowly open the bag. A Dress. Heels. Perfume. A long wig.