Tom Holland Shirtless Novels & Stories

"I am going to help you. Why? I am not sure." Slowly I walk Thomas into the bathroom and peel his vomit-covered shirt off his body. I don't know what I was expecting when I took off his shirt but my mouth gaped open with surprise. His chest is perfectly bulky and perfectly chiseled. There is a patch of hair right in the center of his chest that I am dying to reach out and touch. A large tribal tattoo covers the right side of his chest and shoulder. As I look at him, I wipe my chin because I know that I am drooling.

I wasn't quite sure what this thing was that Henry was hosting, but I guessed that it was probably better to dress up slightly instead of turning up in sweatpants and an old shirt. I'd opted with wearing a pair of blue ripped jeans and an olive coloured tank top, paired with a plain black leather jacket I had found at the back of my closet. "Shotgun not driving." Tom announced outside my room as he threw on a plain black shirt, looking as if he'd only just finished in the shower with his wet hair thrown back with his fingers.

“ I thought you didn't care.” Silence crept in like a serpent, but Hudson was already on the move. Hours later, Roman arrived. White spotless shirt with a touch of the midday sun. Blazers ditched or probably thrown away in a hurry. His first two buttons are open, revealing part of his chest. With the shirt tucked in neatly, and his pants balanced with a custom made belt that has Big Tech engraved on it, he looks nothing less than my imagination of a Greek demigod. And the way he looked at me suddenly had me damp below.

I liked it. “I think I know what to wear now.” He finally said as he pulled out a black T-shirt. I watched as Aidan put the shirt on, and if I wasn’t already holding something, I would definitely pass out. There was no way any woman in her right state of mind would see him and still remain standing. He’s a literal god. The body-con, shortsleeved T-shirt emphasized his upper body features, knocking the air right out of my lungs as I did nothing but stare at him, the place I’d bitten him was also out in the open for anyone to see.

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

I turned to offer him the water to find his shirt off and his tan chest on display for the world to see. In any other scenario, even the most devout of lesbians would have swooned-or at least stopped to admire the attraction-but the funk radiating off his clothes took precedence over his beauty. He took the hose and began to spray the chunks off his T-shirt and then held it out for me to hold. I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and then slid them off, laying them flat on the ground. I wasn't sure if West, Collier, or Brutus stood next to my house in nothing but his boxers, and I didn't want to find out if there was a personality I hadn't met.

He shook his head and stepped back, unbuttoning his black short-sleeved shirt. My eyes widened, ‘What are you doing?’ I was shocked, but not complaining. ‘My body is starting to overheat,’ he said as his perfectly sculpted abs peeped through his open shirt. ‘The moon must be almost at the peak of the sky,’ he looked up to examine the moon’s placement. As he turned back, Hudson had a huge grin on his face, which I hadn’t noticed at first since I was too busy staring at his body, ‘Careful,’ he said, ‘I’m gonna have to take everything else off soon.’

He loved the hiking boots she got him, and she’d even sprayed them to resist water, but he was not about to wear a damn Broncos t-shirt. He picked up the orange and blue shirt like it was a snake. “I’m not wearing this shirt.” Hailey was in the kitchen making breakfast before their hike, and he shouted loud enough for her to hear. She appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. Jayden instantly hardened as her eyes ran over his bare chest. “Hmm…that’s too bad. Personally, I think nothing is sexier than a man in a Broncos shirt. You’d look so hot. I’m not sure I could keep my hands off you.” With a dramatic sigh, she turned and went back to the kitchen.

If it’s a fancy place, security would be all over me. I stop outside room ten and sigh heavily. I knock after few minutes and wait for a while before someone opens the door. The same beautiful eyes from the club meet mine. He is in a baggy t-shirt and some pants which hang loosely down his waist. His hair is tousled, not in a bad way but a cute way, his t-shirt sleeves are folded outlining the biceps on his arms. What do I say? He is simply breathtaking. “Had enough ogling?” He asks leaning against the door.

Jacob kept his face clean shaven whereas Jason kept the remnants of a five o’clock shadow and a very finely trimmed mustache. The other major difference was their tattoo and clothing styles. Jacob had his ink displayed on his bulging biceps and more often that not, opted to wear full tank shirts, usually in darker colors. Jason, on the other hand, had his ink on full display on his forearms and wore the preppy, ultra fitted white t-shirts that clung to every muscle like they were scultped just for him.