*smut below in italics*

"Guys, can we have your attention, please?" Jon Watts yelled, clapping. I was working on some script changes with some of the other writers when he called. I frowned and tucked my pencil behind my ear. "What's that about?" I asked. One of the other writers, Erik Sommers, shrugged. "No idea. Maybe it's a covid update?" I shrugged as well and made my way over. "We have some unfortunate news." Jon began. Some began to mumble and mutter to themselves. "Unfortunately, Tom, along with a few catering members, have tested positive for the covid virus." The mumbles turned into shouts. "Yes, I am very aware of the risks currently being presented. Tom has been off ill for the last couple of days anyway, so the likelihood that anything has been passed on is slim... but due to the covid rules, we all have to take a PCR test today. Those who test negative, let me, Kevin or Amy know and we'll continue filming to the best we can." Several protests and groans rang out. "My girlfriend is a caterer, what if you've been in direct contact with them, but still test negative?" A guy from the photography department asked. "So long as you test negative daily, come back to set. Obviously, if you feel ill or develop symptoms, isolate." I felt my cheeks flush a little. I had definitely been in close contact with Tom over the last few days.

Y/N kissed Tom, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she hungrily craved for more. Tom moaned as he picked up, hands clasping her ass. He pressed her against the wall, his erection pushing against her lady-boner. Y/N moaned as her body vibrated with unspent energy.

Tom pulled away from the wall and carried her over to the bed, pushing all the pillows off and onto the floor. Y/N broke the kiss to pull off her top, exposing her lace bra. Tom whipped his shirt off and pressed his mouth to Y/N's, his hands playing with her breasts. Y/N moaned and her head tilted back.

Y/N wrapped her legs around Tom and gently lowered herself onto his dick. She let out a loud moan and gently pulled herself off and on again, her moans getting more and more desperate. Tom sighed lustfully, "Can I take over? I will break you, I promise." Y/N nodded and let out one final, guttural moan as Tom's whole dick went inside her in one move. They rolled over so Y/N was bottom and Tom was the top. He put his hands on the headboard above them and began gently thrusting his hips forwards and backwards. Y/N's hands curled into fists and crushed the quilt below her as she was ruthlessly pounded into the bed. Y/N let out moans and groans every time Tom thrust his hips. Y/N began playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her body vibrated with energy. Y/N let out a gasp as Tom roughly thrust into her and she felt her walls tighten. Tom let out a loud moan, "Oh my god, Y/N, your walls have just tightened." Y/N whimpered as the thrusts increased in speed and roughness. Tom let out a grunt as he came inside of her, "Oh my god...-" Y/N gasped as Tom kept up with the thrusts. "God, your still lasting! I will break you, Y/N-" Tom's voice trailed off into a loud yell as he came even stronger.

She fell back into a heap as Tom pulled out of her.

"Earth to Y/N?" Someone clicked their fingers in my face. "You good? You look pale, maybe you should go home?" It was just my friend, Sarah. She works in costume. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a migraine. I'm finishing in an hour anyway. I've got a fucktone of lateral flows, so I'll take some and do a PCR as well." I smiled. "Honestly, I'm fine." Sarah frowned but didn't push the matter.

She knew that my life had been a bit shit recently. I was helping on this film, but I was still in UNI. My UNI was in central London near enough, but my family lived in Cambridge. So, I saw them scarcely anyways. But now I was in the states during a pandemic where I couldn't get home. So I was on my own in a Marvel rented apartment about 10 minutes out of set.

I booked myself in for a PCR test, due to be later on today, and tried desperately to forget about Tom and covid for the rest of the day.

~

I decided after taking my PCR to head over to Tom's current place of residence, a reasonably sized bungalow in Atlanta. I had a feeling that I'd test positive, despite my multiple negative lateral flows. If only for the reason that the day after our little fling, he threw up on set then went home and tested positive yesterday. Not that puking was a symptom of covid, but anyways. She drove up to the road he was on and looked for the house with a red and blue door. Subtle, Tom. Very subtle. I drove up the driveway and parked. I hadn't been in contact with Tom since our thing, and neither had he attempted to reach out. Maybe it was just a release of sexual tension, but... either way.

It was gonna be hella awkward.

I locked my rental car and rang his doorbell. Nobody answered, and for a minute, I thought he'd gone out. But then I remembered he couldn't leave the house while isolating. I rapped on the door 4 times and rang the bell again. Somebody appeared in the frosted glass bit of his door and opened it. "What're you doing here? I've got covid," Tom rasped, shivering under a blanket draped over his shoulders. "I felt bad for you... and I tested positive myself, so I thought we could keep each other company if you wanted." I had no idea if I had covid or not, but Tom didn't need to know that.

He just sniffled and readjusted the blanket. "If you're sure." He replied, shuffling off to the bedroom. I took that as invitation to go in. "Remember to lock everything." He called before dissapearing. I turned around and saw what he meant. There was probably 4 or 5 locks on the door. Obviously for privacy reasons. I made sure to lock them all, and double check afterwards. His house smelt... sick. If that makes sence. I decided I'd clean it for him. I kicked my shoes off and neatly pushed them into a corner. I then took off my jacket and hang it up, along with a few scarfs and a coat of Tom's.

I then wandered my way over to his room and poked my head round. Fresh memories of our hot, steamy sex ran straight to my mind. I felt my ears heat a little. "Hey, uh... where's your cleaning stuff?" I asked, tapping my false nails on the wooden doorframe. "Don't worry about cleaning, your a guest... you don't have to." He mumbled from under his quilt. "No, I need to. I think I stepped mud or something in. Sorry," Lies, but I needed to help him. He really didn't look great. "Uh... ugh, fine. It's under the sink in the guest bathroom."

And so I cleaned his entire house, top-to-bottom. I was then relaxing on the sofa for a bit, mindlessly watching Desperate Housewives with a cup of tea when my covid results came through. Oddly enough, it was a negative test. I deleted the email, not needing it anymore. Tom needed my help, and it wasn't fair for him to suffer covid alone.

~

I woke up the next morning with a blanket draped over my body. I didn't put anything over me last night, so that was odd. It was a fluffy, yellow blanket. It felt homey. As I woke up, I became slowly aware of a tv show playing in the background. I must have forgotten to turn Netflix off. Ooops. But I could also smell toast. And I did not eat toast last night. I sighed and twisted over so I was facing the tv, of which the mysterious sound playing was the show LOST.

There, sat on the other sofa, was Tom. He was reclined under a red blanket, looking similar to mine in fabric. "Morning," He greeted, looking over. "Morning..." I croaked. He frowned in concern, which I admit was nice. But my throat was always scratchy when I first woke up. I told him so, taking a sip of my water. "I'd have carried you to the guest room but I nearly passed out going for a pee, so I thought it best to leave you be." I smiled, and felt my heart do something.

"Well, I appriciate it nonetheless. Thanks Tom,"