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   “I quite like this movie, actually.”

   Guy glanced over to his right as he was being spoken to. Thomas was beside him, seated on his legs on the couch, leaning against him. He had his head against Guy, whist the other had his arm around his taller companion’s shoulder.

   They were currently watching a romance film, some random movie Thomas had picked out and insisted they watch together. While Guy wasn’t exactly a fan of those types of movies, he couldn’t deny the other man.

   Ever since they had gotten drunk, just a few weeks ago, things had been… different between the two of them. Or, at least, for Guy. The incident from that night put their relationship at a strange place. They had been friends of years, but things grew complicated after that night. Neither of them discussed it, silently agreeing to forget it. But, of course, it proved difficult to just forget the fact that they had slept together. So, instead, they both came to a wordless conclusion to not speak about it, but not deny their desires. They would just be using each other, after all. It didn’t have to get complicated. And it should have simplified things.

   But it didn’t. Not for Guy.

   Silence soon followed.

   Guy continued to look forward at the screen, watching as the on-screen couple kissed. He felt a small bit of jealousy as he watched it unfold. It was slow and passionate, hungry yet tender. A pit in his stomach was growing as he realised he wished he could do the same to the man right next to him. But, of course, he knew he couldn’t. They were just friends, after all.

   Just friends.

   He repeated it mentally, trying to convince himself that he didn't want Thomas more than that, that their relationship was purely platonic… with the exception of sleeping with each other every now and then. But even despite that, it didn’t mean anything. There weren’t supposed to be any romantic feelings between them.

   The movie continued to play, and the scene grew more intimate, making the growing pit in Guy's stomach more noticeable.

   He could feel the heat of Thomas' body next to him, so close.

   It was driving him insane.

   It was the third time in a row that Thomas had picked a romance movie.

   Why?

   Guy couldn't understand it. It felt targeted. And as the movie continued to play out, he started to become restless. He fidgeted with his hands, his leg bouncing up and down, his heart racing. His thoughts were a mess.

   Does Thomas realise what he's doing to me? he thought.

   He glanced over at his friend, studying him closely. Thomas was completely focused on the screen, his gaze locked straight forwards. He seemed completely oblivious to Guy's inner turmoil.

   It was agonising.

   Guy couldn't take it anymore. He tried to distract himself by watching the movie, but his eyes kept drifting back to his friend. The intimacy on the screen, the tender and loving touches. They were nothing like the ones between him and Thomas. No, the touches between them were always rough, always needy. They were greedy and desperate, with no romantic feelings whatsoever involved. And it was driving Guy crazy.

   The movie continued. The characters were completely engrossed in each other, their lips locked in an intense, passionate kiss. Guy let out a small, barely audible, sigh. He felt his heart race faster as the scene continued, and he found himself unable to look away. A mixture of longing and envy filled him as he watched. He wanted, yearned, even craved, something like that.

   But not just with anyone.

   It was with Thomas that he wanted to do that with. But he knew his actions wouldn’t be perceived as anything more than simple lust.

   And yet, as much as he told himself it was purely physical, the more he found himself wanting more. He didn't just want the physical intimacy, he wanted the emotional one as well. He wanted the soft, tender moments, the love, the affection, all of it. But he knew he couldn't ask for it. He had no right to. Thomas didn't want that from him.

   He was just a friend. That was all.  Nothing more.

   Guy shifted in his seat, feeling incredibly awkward. The scene on the screen was getting to him in a very uncomfortable way.

   Why can't that be us?

   His heart ached at the thought. Thomas was sitting so close to him, their thighs touching, but he knew that the other didn't see him the same way he wanted.

   Guy tried to distract himself by focusing on the film, but his attention kept getting drawn back to Thomas. He couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at his friend, his gaze lingering on his profile, admiring his features.

   His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and he soon found himself face-to-face with Thomas.

   The other man had turned around, having felt a pair of eyes on him. And it seemed he was correct. He looked back at Guy, clearly confused at what the other was staring at.

   “Is something wrong?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. He sounded completely unaware of the thoughts plaguing Guy’s head, just innocently sitting there and staring at him.

   Guy quickly averted his gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He mentally cursed himself for being so obvious.

   "No, nothing's wrong, I just... uh..." He trailed off, mentally scrambling to come up with an excuse. "Just got distracted, I guess."

   Way to go, idiot.

   The movie was still playing in the background, the sound of soft moans and whispers coming from the TV now. Guy resisted the urge to groan in frustration. The sounds were only making things worse, serving as a constant reminder of the intimacy he craved so badly.

   Thomas hummed in response, clearly not fully believing him. He knew that something was off, and he could tell that his friend was hiding something. Guy was acting odd, more fidgety than usual, and his eyes constantly darted away every time he looked at him.

   Meanwhile, the movie continued, the sounds of intimate moments and soft moans only serving to add to the tension.

   Thomas couldn't help but frown. He cared about his friend, and seeing him act like this was concerning. He leaned closer, using a hand to gently guide Guy’s head to face him once more.

   “You can tell me what’s wrong, you know…” His voice came out soft, just barely a murmur.

   Guy felt a shiver go down his spine as Thomas gently touched his face, turning him to look at him. Their faces were so close, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

   "It's nothing, honestly."

   He tried to sound casual, but his voice came out shaky and strained.

   The movie was still playing, the sounds of pleasure and love filling the air. It was becoming too much for Guy. The sounds, Thomas' touch, the proximity. It was driving him insane.

   Thomas studied his expression for a moment, clearly not convinced by his words. Guy was tense, his gaze darting around, avoiding eye contact. His body was coiled tight, as if he was holding back.

   Thomas knew something was wrong, and he wasn't going to buy his friend's excuse. He shifted closer, still holding Guy's face, and leaned in even closer.

   "… you're a terrible liar."

   Guy's breath hitched as Thomas moved closer, their faces now mere inches apart. He could feel the other man's gaze on him, studying him intently. He swallowed hard, his thoughts muddled and fuzzy. He was finding it increasingly difficult to think clearly. The sounds from the movie grew louder, more intense. The characters on the screen were now fully engaged in their passionate moment, moans and gasps filling the room.

   And as if on cue, a particularly loud moan came from the screen, causing Guy to visibly flinch. He tried his best to mask his reaction, but it was hard. Thomas was close enough now that he could no doubt notice.

   Guy's heart was racing. He could feel the heat coming off of Thomas's body, and the scent of his cologne was beginning to become overwhelming. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings, a mix of lust and desperation.

   And before he knew it, he darted forwards, his hands grasping onto Thomas’ shirt, pushing him down onto the couch. The other man was now trapped underneath him. Thomas was surprised, but did not push him off. He seemed to understand what was to happen.

   Guy could feel the warmth beneath him as he kneeled between Thomas’ legs on the couch, pinning him down. Their bodies were pressed close together, and he could feel their breaths intermingling. His heart was pounding, his mind racing as he looked down at Thomas, their faces only a few inches apart.

   Thomas looked at him with both surprise and confusion, no doubt caught off-guard by the sudden motion. But he didn't push him away, instead just lying there.

   For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence.

   Finally, after what felt like hours, Thomas spoke, his voice quiet, yet cutting through the quietude.

   “What are you waiting for?”

   It was a simple question, something not too different to the previous times they had done this, but something about the way he asked it, the way he was in such a vulnerable position, looking up at the other man at the moment like that… it did things to Guy.

   Guy felt his heart flutter at Thomas's question. It was asked so casually, yet it held so much weight. The vulnerability was evident in the man underneath him, and it was such an alluring sight. He couldn't deny how much he wanted this, how much he wanted the man beneath him, how he could take him…

   Guy could feel his resolve cracking, his mind going dizzy with desire. Thomas was looking at him with such an open, vulnerable look, and it was making his own desires all the more harder to resist.

   Guy leaned forwards, pressing Thomas's wrists down onto the couch. Thomas was completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him. The position made it clear who was in charge now. Guy's mind was a blur, his body acting on its own. He shifted his hips just a bit, causing their groins to brush together, just barely. Thomas let out a soft gasp at the feel of it, his breath catching in his throat. His own reactions were becoming less than controlled, his desire and arousal obvious.

   His breath was erratic, coming in sharp gasps as he tried to collect himself, but it was difficult. The position they were in, the way Thomas looked beneath him… it was almost too much to handle. His hands gripped Thomas' wrists harder, firmly holding him in place, his own hips involuntarily moving forward again. He could feel Thomas' excitement growing against his own, and it only fuelled his own growing lust.

   Guy leaned closer, his head spinning as the scent and warmth of Thomas overwhelmed him. He was drowning in the sensations, losing control… He leaned down to whisper, his voice coming out rough and low.

   "You have no idea the things I want to do to you… the things I've thought about…"

   He took notice of the reaction on Thomas' face, the slight hitch of his breath, the quiet gasp that slipped past his lips. Guy found himself smirking. Oh, he was going to completely ruin the man before him.

   Thomas felt a delicious shiver run through him as Guy's rough voice rumbled against his ear, the words sending another wave of arousal through his own body. He was completely pinned down now, and he loved it, the sense of being at someone else's mercy, especially when it was Guy.

   A wave of anticipation visibly washed over him. It was like he knew that he was about to be completely ruined, and he couldn't wait. He let out a shaky breath, his heart racing, his hands clenching and unclenching the cushions beneath him.

   The response he got from Thomas was everything he wanted and more. He sounded so desperate, so in need of what was to come. That fact only made Guy's own desires grow stronger. He had Thomas pinned down, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

   Guy leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of Thomas beneath him. He looked so vulnerable, so completely pliable, all his focus solely on him. It was utterly intoxicating.

   His hands worked hastily to remove his own shirt, carelessly tossing it to the side for now. They soon went downwards, moving to undo the button and zipper on his trousers next. The entire time, Thomas watched intently, doing the same as well. His shirt was discarded onto the floor, and he started on removing his trousers, though the position he was in made it a bit troublesome.

   Guy let out a small chuckle, amused at how Thomas was struggling to simply undress himself. It was almost endearing in a way, seeing the usually calm and collected man being reduced to this.

   He reached down, his hands lightly brushing against Thomas' sides as he helped him. He was quick and precise, slipping the rest of Thomas' clothes off him and tossing them aside in the process. Their underwear joined the growing pile of clothes in no time.

   The two of them were now both completely bare, and it was an incredibly arousing sight.

   Though he typically tried not to, Guy couldn’t help but take a moment to look down, his gaze slowly taking in the sight of Thomas, completely bared to him. The usually calm and controlled man was now a panting, needy mess, lying beneath him, all vulnerable and desperate. Guy couldn't help but appreciate the change. When they were like this, when they were doing this, he felt wanted, even though he knew they were just using one another.

   His hands began tracing upwards, slowly moving over Thomas' thigh, his hips, his torso. He could feel the way Thomas' body reacted to every touch, the subtle twitches and sharp intakes of breath. Guy continued his slow, deliberate movements, enjoying the effect he was having on the other man.

   Thomas was shivering now, his body aflame with desire. He was completely at the mercy of Guy, and the sensations were overwhelming. He could feel the slow, deliberate strokes of Guy's hands over his body, causing him to react with a series of shivers and moans, his own need and desperation growing with each touch. The way Guy was taking his time, the way he was clearly relishing in the effect he was having on him, it was driving him mad.

   He wanted more, yearned for more, so much more. He was already a trembling mess, his body hypersensitive to every touch. He could no longer hear the TV, the sounds long lost, becoming little more than white noise.

   “A-ah—Guy…” Thomas gasped, his words breathy and soft. “Just—just take me already…!”

   The way Thomas spoke, the way he panted and shivered, the way he practically whined… It was driving Guy absolutely insane. He loved seeing Thomas like this, so needy and desperate for him. He was begging for more, for more of him. The words were all he needed to hear.

   He took a moment longer to let his eyes roam over Thomas' body one more time, appreciating the sight of him lying there, bare and vulnerable. Finally, he responded, his own voice coming out in a low, rough murmur.

   "… As you wish…"

   With that, the last bit of his restraint broke, his desire taking over fully. He quickly shifted into position, bracing himself above Thomas, between his legs. He could feel the heat radiating from the man below him, the way his body reacted to the slightest touch, the way he was practically quivering with need.

   His mind was a mess of desire and need, his focus solely on the man beneath him. He lined himself up, his breathing growing heavy. They had done fine without preparation before, though it was always a bit difficult in the beginning. But he couldn’t wait any longer.

   Guy took another brief moment to look at the man beneath him. Thomas was a mess, he was panting, desperate, and so wanting. But still, he gave a small nod of affirmation, telling Guy to continue. His body was still trembling, the anticipation and need overwhelming him. He was at the mercy of the other man, completely at his will, and he loved it. So without any more hesitation, Guy started pushing himself forwards, into the other man, his hands steadying the other by the hips.

   It was a familiar, warm feeling, and it was exactly what he had needed for so long. The feel of them together like this was like a drug, taking any thoughts from his mind and leaving him only to focus on the moment. He moved slowly, taking his time, wanting to savour this moment as much as he could.

   Thomas' arms quickly wrapped around Guy’s neck, pulling him close, desperate to have him closer. Pain rippled through his body, but with Guy’s presence, it felt somewhat subdued, though quiet groans and hisses still occasionally slipped out.

   His body felt hot, his body being stretched open, and his heart was beating rapidly. He couldn’t wait, despite the pain. His grasp around Guy tightened just a tad, as he shifted his hips, trying to get more, softly whimpering all the while.

   The way Thomas held onto him, the way he pulled him in, it made Guy feel as if he was needed, as if he was a necessity and that Thomas would fall apart without him. Those thoughts quickly went to his head. Guy leaned down, one hand reaching up to grab onto Thomas' hip, while the other was placed to rest near the other man's head, bracing himself. He held himself above Thomas, hovering over him, watching intently as the man beneath groaned and squirmed.

   After a moment, Guy took this time to lean in and press a few kisses along the side of Thomas' neck, not caring about marks being left. His kisses and nips were hard, though there was some gentleness and care to them. Guy needed this, needed him.

   As he continued placing kisses along the other's neck, his pace quickened, shifting and adjusting his position. He was trying different angles, searching for the spot that would make the man beneath him moan. He was searching for that perfect angle, that position that would make Thomas writhe.

   In the process of trying out different positions, Guy's lips still continued to move along Thomas' neck, the nips and kisses turning into slightly harder bites. He was determined to get a reaction out of the man beneath him, to push him closer to the edge.

   Soon, he found an angle that he felt was good, and he began thrusting in a quick, yet steady rhythm, his grip on Thomas' hip growing tight, his fingers digging into the other man's soft skin. Thomas, meanwhile, cried aloud, the sound high and needy, his body arching upwards, into Guy’s touch. Guy was taking his time, still moving his lips along the side of the other’s neck. They began to trail down, moving along Thomas' collarbones, then to his chest. He began leaving a few marks of his own. He wanted Thomas marked, he wanted the others to see all the marks, the way he took him, how he claimed Thomas as his.

   The sound of the movie was still going, but to them it was white noise. The only other sound was the sound of their breathing, the faint moans and gasps that slipped out every now and then.

   Thomas’ hands tangled in Guy’s messy locks, gripping it tightly, yet being mindful not to pull. It wasn't very hard to notice that Guy seemed to have an affinity for Thomas' neck, even by just the way he bit and nibbled at the skin as if he just needed to taste it. Thomas, however, didn't seem to mind, though the way he would whine and squirm made it known that he was growing impatient.

   The way Thomas' hands pulled, grabbed, and dug into his scalp, it made Guy's heart race. The noises, as well, were driving him absolutely insane. He could feel Thomas' desperation, his need, and it only fuelled his own, making him want to wreck the man beneath even more. Just the thought of how Thomas would look after this, covered in bruises and markings left by him... It was too good to deny.

   He moved his head, his lips soon finding their way to one of the other man's nipples. He took the sensitive bud between his teeth, gently nipping and biting at it before his tongue began to soothe the sting. The sound that came from Thomas filled the air, and the way his hand gripping tightly in Guy's hair, it was like music to him, and God, it was like he needed it so badly. He needed this more than anything. He was utterly addicted.

   He wanted those nails of Thomas' to scratch and dig into his hair, he wanted those fingers to tangle into his locks. He craved the way Thomas pulled and tugged at it, the way it was like a silent plea from the other man to keep going. He could feel the tension in those fingers, the way they would squeeze, how they occasionally let up for only a moment before starting again. Guy wanted more of it, more of the way the feeling went straight to his brain, like a drug. He wanted to feel the pain.

   The sounds coming from Thomas were like honey to his ears, and it was just sending him further into the state of complete desire, completely taking over him. Guy was consumed by the need to hear more, to take more. This was more than just casual sex, it was more than just simple pleasure. For him, it was like a drug, a high. Something about the way the man beneath him sounded, the way he looked, the way he squirmed, the way he begged... Guy craved the way the tension was building between them. He needed it, he needed him. He knew he was completely lost in the moment.

   The sounds were addictive, they were like gasoline on fire, adding to the already growing desire within him. It was taking over, he was losing himself in the moment. All he could focus on was the man beneath him, how he was completely at his mercy. Guy's heart was racing, and he could feel every one of his muscles tense. He gripped Thomas' hips even tighter, his own breathing beginning to becoming laboured, his own thoughts becoming hazy.

   Thomas' hands were everywhere, in his hair, on his back, just simply trying to find a place to hold on. In turn, Guy felt heat coiling in his stomach, his thrusts growing slightly sloppy. He panted, managing to look back up at Thomas’ expression. And, as expected, the other man’s features were painted over with bliss, his head thrown back and his eyes shut, mouth agape with pleasured noises emitting from him. It was clear Thomas was near to reaching his climax as well.

   Guy's eyes never left Thomas, he couldn't bring himself to even look away. He was completely enthralled, the way the man beneath him looked, the way he reacted, it was beautiful to him in the moment, and he wanted to imprint this moment in his brain forever. He wanted to remember the way Thomas' eyes squeezed shut, the way his hands pulled and grabbed at every part of him, and the way his hips instinctively bucked into the touch. He leaned down and began to bite and kiss along the man’s neck, wanting to mark him, to claim him.

   The tension between them was so thick in the air it almost felt suffocating. Guy's breathing was laboured, every breath he took only seemed to make his heart beat even harder, even faster. His fingers were digging into Thomas' hips, the hold being so tight that he knew there was going be noticeable marks later. But he didn't care about that right now. He just wanted the man beneath him to feel him, he needed him. It was all he wanted, to feel him and hear him, to watch him fall completely apart. He knew it would be any second, now…

   And before either of them knew it, they both had gone over the edge.

   Thomas' breathing was ragged and stuttered, the sounds being nothing more than soft gasps and moans, his grip on Guy's hair was tight, as he came all over himself. But he didn't seem to notice, his mind being completely consumed by all the sensations coursing through him. Thomas was practically seeing white from the intense pleasure, the feeling of Guy all around him, above him, over him, filling him up, just the man himself consuming him completely. It felt as if his body had become nothing but a tool for Guy to use and explore.

   And that was exactly he wanted.

   Feeling Thomas come completely and utterly undone beneath him, it was like electricity shot through Guy, the feeling going straight to his spine, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. He leaned down to Thomas, almost collapsing atop of him, pressing his face into the crook of his neck, wanting to be even closer to him, to be even closer than he already was, if that was even possible. He just wanted to cling to him, to hold onto him.

   "Tu es belle," he murmured, his voice low and ragged. "Tellement beau…”

   The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, save for the still-running movie in the background, which was coming to a close.

   Guy couldn't seem to move, he felt completely boneless, and he was certain he'd almost collapsed all of his weight on top of Thomas. But he didn't care. He didn't care that he'd most likely be complaining about his back later, he didn't care that he'd have to clean up, he didn't care that the room probably reeked of sex, and he certainly didn't care that they'd probably have to shower yet again. All of that could wait.

   He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Thomas' skin, of them. He felt so blissfully content, that he wouldn't have even minded if he just fell asleep right then and there, all limp and slumped over Thomas. He shifted slightly, lifting himself up so he could better look at the man below him. Guy gently traced his fingertips across Thomas' neck, running across the marks he'd made earlier, a small sense of pride welling up inside of him. This was the most they had done—Thomas finally let him mark him, and now they were laying together. Typically, Guy would quickly leave, or help clean up, then leave. But he felt far too tired to even get up from the couch.

   Though despite it all, something still plagued the back of Guy’s head. What they did didn’t mean anything. It was just something impulsive, done in a heated moment. They weren’t meant to be anything more. They were both men, and their friendship would get… complicated.

   But still, Guy laid there. Outwardly, he looked just fine, though on the inside, he felt disappointed.

   He was beginning to feel the sweat on his skin cool, causing him to shiver in result. The room was warm, and it had been cozy, but he felt the need to at least grab a blanket, or find their clothing, which was somewhere probably still somewhere strewn around the room. But, he still didn't move, not yet at least.

   Guy watched as the movie continued to play out on the TV screen, the last few minutes of the film finally completing. As the credits began to roll on the screen, the movie finally coming to an end, the sudden silence in the room felt deafening. The room was still, no noise was made, not even by the man underneath him. Thomas was still catching his breath from their encounter, his eyes closed, and his expression one of satisfaction. But Guy couldn't bring himself to do anything else except stare down at him. The sudden quiet of the room was deafening.

   He watched the way Thomas' chest moved with each breath, the steady rise and fall almost mesmerising. He noticed the way the man's hair was a complete mess, sticking up in every which way, and suddenly, the word adorable came to mind.

   He could see the marks he had left littered across Thomas' body, the love bites and the bruises and scratches, the marks being all his own. The more he looked at how Thomas looked now, completely and utterly messed up, the more he started to notice just how pretty the man beneath him was. He never really took notice of it before, but now, he just felt… breathless. The man looked so utterly… beautiful.

   In the quietness of the room, Guy was tempted to whisper something to himself, something that didn't want to admit.

   He was so in love…

   He shook his head.

   No, no, no, he scolded himself.

   He wasn't in love with Thomas. He couldn't be. They were just friends; with benefits. That is if you could even call whatever the hell they were doing friends. This was just something physical. That's all. He repeated this to himself over and over, trying to not think about the way his heart ached whenever he looked at the man beneath him.

   How he was starting to long to see the man smile or hear his soft laugh, the way he longed to just have simple affection from him, just a little bit…

   Guy was snapped out of his thoughts as something moved below him, bringing his attention back to Thomas, who was shifting positions on the couch, most likely to get more comfy. He had turned onto his side, now facing away from him. The action was innocent, nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, it only made Guy more frustrated. He wanted the other man to look at him, to hold him. It was something so simple, so easy. Like a hand holding his, or an arm over his shoulder, or their legs tangling together. Guy just wanted some kind of affection from him, even if it was just a slight touch.

   But why on earth was he thinking this way? How could he be so desperate for something as simple as a hug, or a kiss, or something as meaningless as a kiss on the forehead? This wasn't the way friends were supposed to act. Guy wasn't supposed to be so touch-starved… at least, not from Thomas.

   He had never been this needy, this desperate for affection, let alone from someone else. What right did he have to expect some form of attention or affection? He told himself that they were just friends—that they were just using each other every now and then for the sake of convenience.

   And yet… he wanted so badly to pull Thomas close, wrap his arms around him, hold him close to his body, and not ever let go.

   His heart ached at the thought of such a simple thing.

   He was such an idiot.

   Why, oh why, was he so desperate for affection from Thomas, of all people? His best friend?

   They were just friends.

   They weren't lovers, or a couple, or anything like that. Guy was so adamant on that, trying desperately, to convince himself. Even with their friends-with-benefits situation, there were still no romantic feelings involved, none at all. It was still just a casual thing.

   So why was he still wanting, craving something more from the man laying on the couch?

   This wasn't fair.

   Guy suddenly felt angry.

   Angry at himself.

   Angry for feeling this way about Thomas, about being so needy for him, about aching to hold him close, to touch him, to get any kind of affection from the other man. But he didn't have the right to be. Guy told himself this. He didn't have the right to need or want any kind of affection or attention from Thomas, especially as a friend. Because that's all they were.

   Just friends.

   That's what he told himself. Over and over. Over and over and over.

   Just friends.

   He left, walking from the living room and to the stairs. He ascended it, making a beeline to his own bedroom.

   Just friends.

   He opened the door, slowly shuffling into the room.

   Just friends.

   He flopped onto the bed, head buried in his pillow.

   We’re just… friends.

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   “Guy?”

   Guy slowly opened his eyes.

   He blinked, slowly, his eyes gradually adjusting to his surroundings.

   Once Guy was able to properly see, he was surprised by the view laid before him. He was in a spacious area, not quite a room, but not quite outside, either. There were clouds in the dark sky above him, and a light breeze swept by him. The large expanse of the sky was clear, painted colours of dark blues, rich purples, and pale pinks. It looked as if it was late evening, though it was hard to tell. The more he looked around, the more Guy was shocked. As he looked back down around him, he was met with the sight of what looked to be a club. There were colourful lights flashing and lighting up the sky, along with upbeat music, and dancing people around him. It was like any of the places he and Thomas would preform at. However, instead of being on stage, he was in the middle of the floor, and Thomas stood in front of him.

   Thomas was standing before him, a smile etched onto his face. He was dressed in the outfit they usually preformed in—dressed in all black leather with bits of silver here and there, such as jewellery and what not—though he lacked his mask. One of his hands was outstretched, as if waiting for Guy to grab it.

   “Come on, mon amour,” Thomas spoke, “I heard the bar here serves the best drinks.”

   Guy watched the man standing before him. Thomas looked beautiful in the colourful lighting, it was almost mesmerising to him. The way the colours shone on his skin, how his eyes seemed even more stunning. Thomas' words then sunk in, and he felt his heart flutter. He had just called him 'mon amour’.

   He was still in a dream, he knew it was a dream, but oh god he was weak for those words.

   Guy reached out and took Thomas' hand, his heart racing.

   "Lead the way."

   Thomas seemed to smile at the response. He took a hold of Guy’s hand, intertwining their fingers. Thomas began leading him through the club, taking them through the crowded space. Guy continued to gaze at Thomas, unable to look away. The man looked absolutely stunning, and there was something about the way Thomas walked that Guy found captivating.

   Soon, they made it to the bar. As expected, it was quite crowded. Thomas squeezed through, Guy trailing behind. They managed to find their place at the bar, both sitting down on the stools provided.

   Guy let out a small breath, trying to calm his heart.

   The words ‘mon amour' were still swirling in his head.

   He wanted Thomas to call him that again. He wanted to hear that come from the man's mouth again and again. Guy loved the way it sounded on his tongue, the way it was dripping with sweet honey. It always sounded so beautiful.

   Guy was soon snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Thomas waving at the bartender, signalling for them to come over. The bartender soon got to them.

   “What can I get for you gentlemen?"

   Thomas seemed to think for a moment, tapping his chin.

   "I'll have a vodka neat."

   The bartender then turned to Guy, raising an eyebrow. "And you?"

   Guy took a quick look at the drink selections on the wall behind the bartender, skimming the menu in front of him. His eyes landed on something.

   "Gin and tonic, please."

   The bartender nodded, taking the order and leaving to go make the drinks.

   Now that the bartender was gone, there was a small, yet comfortable silence between the two. Guy tried not to make his staring too obvious, but his eyes kept drifting back to Thomas, specifically, his face, his hair, his… everything. He wanted to memorise everything about him, every little detail, the slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jawline…

   He was soon pulled out of his own head at the feeling of a hand on his arm.

   Thomas had touched him, gently laying his hand on Guy's forearm. It was a small action, though it was gentle and emanated affection. It wasn’t long before their hands intertwined.

   Guy felt his heart skip a beat.

   He stared down at their hands, completely intertwined and locked together as if they fitted perfectly. He gently ran his thumb along the back of Thomas' hand, feeling the softness of his skin against his own calloused palms. His gaze was soon on Thomas again. He looked completely captivating, and in this moment, all Guy wanted to do was pull him closer and hold him. He wanted to bury his face into the crook of his neck and stay there forever.

   He was so weak for this man…

   Even though they were sitting side by side, it felt like they were too far away. But… Guy had to stop himself from indulging in those thoughts. This was just a dream, a creation of his pathetic mind. Thomas was not his, it was just his unconscious mind messing with him. But god, he found himself wanting this every night when he fell asleep, longing to go to sleep so his dreams can take him and have him reunite with Thomas again and again, again and again.

   Guy was snapped out of his thoughts once more, the sound the bartender placing their drinks on the counter. They thanked the bartender and took their drinks, the glasses cool to the touch.

   Guy took a small sip of his drink, the strong yet sweet taste flowing through his mouth. He watched as Thomas took a sip of his own, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank, the way his tongue darted out to lick up a split drop from his lip after taking a sip… Guy was entranced, completely engrossed. Thomas wasn't even doing anything but drink.

   But it seemed like Thomas also noticed that Guy was staring, as he soon spoke up, his voice slightly teasing.

   "What? Do I have something on my face?” he joked. His voice was as soft and gentle as ever.

   Thomas leaned closer, turning his focus entirely onto Guy now. He still held his hand, giving it a faint squeeze to show that he was just playing around.

   “Well?”

   Guy felt his cheeks heat up, realising that he had been caught in the act of staring. He chuckled sheepishly, trying to come up with an excuse, anything for the man in front of him.

   "No, no, it's…"

   He sighed softly, trying to keep eye contact with the other man. God, Thomas was even more beautiful up close. Guy didn't want to look away, not for a second.

   "It's just…"

   “Just what?”

   How was he supposed to continue without sounding absolutely smitten?

   Guy took a few moments to choose his words carefully.

  "You look…"

   He stopped himself, looking down momentarily.

   Beautiful.

   "… pretty…"

   He almost wanted to smack himself. Pretty? God, why did he have to sound like a schoolboy who just confessed to his crush? Oh, he was pathetic. That was what he was.

   Guy quickly changed the subject, taking another sip of his drink to hide the blush on his face.

   “How's your drink?"

   Thomas let out a little chuckle, a faint dusting appearing across his own cheeks.

   “It’s good,” he replied. “Thank you for asking.”

   He stopped for a second, taking a small sip of it, before speaking once more.

   “You know…” he started, the smile on his lips once more, “you look quite pretty yourself.”

   Guy nearly sputtered on his drink, the other man's words going straight to his heart. It took all his self-restraint not to just melt into a flustered, blushing mess in the middle of the bar. He let out a small cough to regain himself, clearing his throat.

   "Me?"

   He forced a slight scoff, acting as if the other man's words were ridiculous. He would not let him know just how much he loved to hear that from him.

   "Don't be stupid."

   Thomas gave a teasing smirk, tilting his head as he let out a soft laugh. Why did he have to look so damn beautiful when he was amused? Guy felt like he was on fire, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest.

   Thomas let out a hum, his gaze locked on Guy now.

   "I'm not being stupid, you are just…"

   He leaned closer, his chin almost touching the other man's shoulder.

   "You are just incredibly…"

   His voice was barely above a whisper.

   "Pretty…"

   It felt as if all the air had been punched out of Guy's lungs. He couldn't breathe. Thomas' words were so close, so gentle…

   Thomas' gaze softened, looking at him with such affection that it made Guy's heart ache with need. He wanted this, all the time. The late-night talks, the soft touches, god, even the way they slept together at times. He just wanted, no, needed all of that.

   Thomas' gaze lingered for a few moments more, then he pulled back, looking off to the side.

   But… Guy didn't want that. In fact, he almost felt angry that Thomas had moved away from him.

   Without thinking, his hand shot out, gripping Thomas' wrist tightly. He wanted him closer, he needed him closer. Guy almost didn't even notice his own actions, it was like he was on autopilot, as if his mind had completely shut off.

   Thomas gave him a surprised glance when his wrist was gripped so forcefully, his eyes widening a bit. It seemed he hadn’t expected that, nor the hand that soon shot out to grasp his waist. Thomas was soon pulled closer, out of his seat and almost straddling Guy’s lap.

   He didn’t speak, just staring at Guy with soft, curious eyes.

   Guy could finally feel the heat of Thomas' body, his warmth seeping into his skin, leaving him wanting so much more. His heart raced faster as he brought Thomas closer, the urge to pull him into his lap and have him completely in his control was almost overpowering. There was something about the look in Thomas' eyes, how he was just letting himself be pulled closer, that was making Guy utterly weak. There was an air of submission from him, an undeniable amount of trust in the action. Guy's hands tightened their hold on Thomas' waist.

   Thomas was now in his lap, straddling his thighs. The sight of him like this… just made it even more difficult for him to even breathe. He could feel the heat radiating from the man he held, how he was so damn close…

   Guy wanted him more than anything. His gaze didn't leave Thomas' face, the need to touch more of him almost overwhelming. Guy felt his body practically burning with desire. He wanted to kiss his neck, to bury his face into the crook of it, to mark him again and again…

   They were so close. So damn close. Thomas' scent was overwhelming, filling his nostrils and clouding his mind. All his senses were now hyper-aware of everything that was happening. Guy's hands were on Thomas' waist, gripping him tightly, while Thomas' legs were on either side of him, completely straddling his lap. The sounds of the club around them were nothing but background noise to him, all of his focus completely on the man in his lap. Guy's breathing was laboured, his heart racing a mile a minute, blood rushing in his veins.

   This should not be affecting him as much as it was. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop, not when Thomas was sitting like this, straddling his lap, being held just a few breaths away from him. Guy let out a shuddering exhale, his hands slowly moving from Thomas' waist, the tips of his fingers trailing along his sides. His mind was foggy, completely overwhelmed, as his hands wandered under the hem of Thomas' shirt, wanting, needing more skin to skin contact. He was a junkie, and Thomas was his fix.

   Thomas gasped, though a sly yet kind smile soon formed onto his face. He looked somewhat flustered, though played it off. He gently grabbed Guy’s hands, much to the other’s displeasure, guiding them out from under his clothes.

   “Not yet, amour,” Thomas lightly teased. He leaned forwards, his breath lightly teasing ghosting near the side of Guy’s neck. “At least share a dance with me.”

   Guy was about to protest, the loss of skin contact making him crave Thomas more, but the gentle brush of his breath against his neck was enough to make him shiver in excitement. The way Thomas called him 'amour' was intoxicating to him, and he found himself wanting to hear it over and over again, every second of every day. And he couldn't deny Thomas a dance, not when the man was on his lap, straddling him as if he were made to sit there.

   He let out a small huff of annoyance, reluctantly nodding.

   "Fine."

   They both rose from their seats, leaving their half-finished drinks behind. Without looking back, Guy grabbed Thomas' hand, his grip firm. He was still somewhat mad at the other man for not letting him touch him, again, for being so damn teasing. But the feeling of just that simple act of holding hands soothed the growing annoyance. He led the way to the dance floor, weaving through the dancing people.

   Meanwhile, Guy held Thomas' hand tightly, as if he was worried that he might disappear or run away if he let go.

   As they reached the middle of the dance floor, Guy soon turned to face Thomas, one of his hands going to his waist. The need to touch him was almost overwhelming, and Guy had to stop himself from immediately going to pull the man into him, and he let out a small sigh.

   The music was loud, the bass of it thumping through the club and through their bodies. The flashing lights danced over their skin, bathing them in bright neon colours. But it was hard for Guy to focus on anything other than Thomas, standing before him with that damnable smile on his lips again.

   His gaze quickly dropped to Thomas' hips, watching them as they started to slowly began moving to the rhythm of the music. Guy's eyes followed every move, completely and utterly enraptured by the grace with which Thomas moved his body. It was hypnotising, the way he swayed to the beat, his body moving with ease. And Guy wanted so badly to just hold him, to touch him, to feel those hips move beneath his hands again.

   Guy swallowed thickly, his hands gripping Thomas' waist a bit tighter.

   There were many people around them, dancing with each other and having a good time. But they may as well have been the only people in the room. Guy's eyes never left Thomas, following his every movement. Every little shift of his hips, the way his body moved with the music was almost like a drug to him. The way he moved his body felt so goddamn sensual, and Guy was practically going insane. He wanted so much more, but he had to keep his composure.

   Guy shifted his body in time with Thomas', slowly beginning to move with the music.

   Their hips were close, their bodies almost touching, but there was still that small gap of space between them. And Guy hated it. He wanted Thomas closer; closer to him, in his arms. It was torture, having nearly what he wanted, but not close enough. He bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to hold himself back. No. He couldn't be so desperate. Not when there were people all around them, looking, even in his own dream. He couldn't completely lose himself.

   But oh… how goddamn tempted he was…

   They continued dancing, the space between them becoming thinner with each passing moment. Guy's grip on Thomas' waist was tight. They were so, so damn close. Guy almost let out a shudder at the way the man's hips brushed so gently against his. But they were still in public, and he had to keep up the appearance.

   A few seconds passed, but they felt like eternities. Guy's breath was heavy, his mind growing hazier. He wanted Thomas closer, desperately needed him there. All the times he had wanted to be close to Thomas were catching up with him. He couldn't do it any longer. Guy's hands quickly went to Thomas' hips, pulling him in, closing the last small space between them. Now, their bodies were flush against each other as they continued to move to the music, the heat between them becoming more intense.

   Guy's breath caught in his throat at the closeness. Their chests were pressed tightly together, the beats of their hearts in sync with their movement. His head was spinning, the feeling of Thomas' body against him causing a wave of sensations to wash over him.

   Thomas was clearly surprised by how forward Guy was being, but he said nothing, moving with him instead, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The feeling of their skin, pressed together so closely, was almost overwhelming. Guy's arms soon wrapped around Thomas' waist, keeping him firmly pressed against him. He felt like the air was getting thicker, his head spinning in the best way possible. The way Thomas was moving his body, so gracefully, so sensually… it was making him go insane. And, to his surprise, Thomas did the same, though his arms went around Guy’s neck. His touch was light, yet held care and warmth.

   Their movements became more fluid, their bodies almost melting together. Guy could feel every twitch and shift of Thomas's body, each one sending jolts through him. The way Thomas' body pressed against his, the way they moved in tandem… it was all driving him absolutely wild. He wanted more, even more than he had a few moments before. He felt absolutely lost in the moment. Nothing else mattered. Just Thomas' body, flush against his, moving perfectly together.

   The world around them felt distant now, like they were in their own little bubble. Guy found that he didn't even care if anyone was watching them anymore. At that moment, nothing else mattered except for the man in his arms, the feeling of those hips grinding against his, that warm body against his. He was lost in the sensation, his mind and body fully consumed by the other man. The music faded into the background, only the beat of their heartbeats and the sounds of their panting breaths remaining.

   Guy's hand slowly came up to hold the back of Thomas's head, his fingers threading through the soft locks. He looked up at Thomas, and Thomas gazed back down at him. their eyes locking, as if in soft embrace.

   There was something in Thomas' eyes, something that Guy couldn't quite put into words, just that it made his heart skip a beat. He felt almost hypnotised by those eyes, his grip on the back of Thomas' head tightening just slightly. And then, Thomas looked down at his lips, the movement subtle, and almost hidden. Guy felt a shiver run through his spine. That look... it was as if Thomas was silently asking for something. Guy knew what he wanted; he knew Thomas' expressions by now.

   Those eyes were asking a question, a wordless plea. It was almost as if Thomas was begging to be kissed, just the look in those eyes telling Guy to take control. Guy's breathing was heavy now, his heart racing even faster. The way Thomas kept looking down at his lips, the way his expression was silently pleading... it was driving him absolutely mad. Guy's own eyes flicked down to Thomas' mouth, the desire to give into that silent plea growing by the second.

   And Guy knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for much longer.

   The urge was becoming too strong. The need to have Thomas's mouth on his, to kiss him deeply, to have him completely. It was consuming, and Guy knew that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. Thomas was staring at his lips, practically begging to be kissed, the look in his eyes saying take control, take me. I'm yours.

   The need was overwhelming, and before he could even think about it, Guy's grip on the back of Thomas's head tightened just slightly.

   He didn't wait even a second more. His other arm wrapped around Thomas' waist, pulling him even closer than before. They were now completely pressed together, not even a hint of space between them. Their bodies were flush against each other's, both of their heartbeats racing. Guy's expression was a mix of lust and desperation, his gaze locked on Thomas' mouth.

   Guy leaned forwards, his heart pounding in his ears as the distance closed. Thomas, too, leaned in.

   He was so close, just barely centimetres away.

   It felt like time was moving in slow motion. The music faded out, the sky darkened, the stars above them shimmered, and the crowds of people around them vanished. It was just the two of them. The world faded to nothing. All there was, was the sound of their breathing, the feel of Thomas's body so close to his, the sight of those soft, pretty lips that looked almost like an open invitation. Guy felt like he was being pulled in, his will to resist crumbling more and more with each passing second. He couldn't hold back any longer. The desire, the urge, to kiss him, to finally feel those lips on his, was overpowering.

   However, before their lips met, an abrupt heat flashed against Guy’s face. It wasn’t searing, but it caught him off-guard. His vision blanked to white, and before he knew it, he woke up. He jolted up from where he laid, sitting up. His chest was heaving, panting as he breathed. His heart was rapidly beating in his chest, and he feared it would burst right out from his chest. The sun light shone through his curtains, casting over his bed.

   He had been so close, even if it was just… a dream.

   Damnit.

   He felt utterly pathetic. He was so desperate, so, so desperate that he was dreaming of Thomas.

   He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his racing heart. The last few moments of the dream were still fresh in his mind, the feeling of having Thomas pressed so close still lingering on his body. Guy couldn't deny the feeling of disappointment that washed over him, his heart sinking at the realisation. He felt utterly pathetic, getting so worked up about a damn dream.

   "Damnit," he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face. "Damnit, why…”

   The image of Thomas' lips, so close to his own, was still lingering in his mind.

   Guy sat there for a moment, trying to push the images away. But the memory refused to leave his mind. The image of those pretty, soft lips, just barely out of reach, the way the other man had been looking at him… Guy cursed silently, his heart still pounding.

   It was just a dream, he reminded himself. Just a stupid dream.

   He pushed the blankets off of him, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He ran his hands over his face, letting out a deep sigh. The feeling of disappointment was still heavy in his chest.

   For a few moments, Guy sat there, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It had felt so real, so vivid. He could still feel the warmth of Thomas' body, still picture the look in his eyes.

   Get ahold of yourself, he scolded himself. It was just a dream. It was just my brain playing tricks on me. Nothing more.

   He couldn't understand why he was so affected by the dream. It was just an illusion, a product of his imagination, nothing more. But why did it feel so real…

   He shook his head. It didn’t matter. It was just a dream. Plus, he needed to get up, otherwise Thomas would scold him for sleeping in too late.

   He stood up, heading to the bathroom to take a shower, in an attempt to wash away the disappointment and frustration the dream had left him with.

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   Despite the hot water pounding down on him, and how soothing the shower was, Guy still felt frustrated, unable to stop thinking about the dream. The memory of Thomas's face, so close to his, still lingered in his mind, refusing to fade away. He knew it was ridiculous. It was just a dream, a fantasy. It wasn't real. It was just his brain being stupid, creating a scenario that he knew wasn’t going to happen in real life. But Guy couldn't shake it. He couldn't get that damn image out of his head.

   After what felt like hours of standing under the running water, Guy finally stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He took in his reflection in the mirror. He looked tired, faint bags under his eyes, and he still felt restless.

   He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. The memory of the dream still gnawed at him, taunting him.

   It was just a dream, he reminded himself once more. But somehow, the words held little weight now. The memory was too vivid. It had felt real.

   He dried himself off, and began moving through the motions of dressing himself. He had chosen a simple, plain white tee and a pair of grey joggers. After he finished, he checked the time, realising it was already half past nine. Thomas was definitely up by now. The thought of facing him after that dream made Guy's stomach twist with nerves.

   He knew it was ridiculous. Thomas was his friend. His best friend, even. They were close. It was natural to dream about him. But those dreams… those damn dreams always left him feeling so damn confused, and desperate. He just wanted… more.

   Guy pushed the thoughts away, and made his way out to the hallway, the smell of food prominent.

   The air smelled of coffee and something sweet, most likely pancakes. Guy followed the scent into the kitchen, where he found Thomas standing by the stove, cooking.

   Thomas stood, back faced to Guy, completely unaware of his presence. He had a plain apron on, a loose, black turtleneck sweater on underneath it, along with a pair of jeans. His hair was messy, clearly just recently woken up, and he was humming a soft melody.

   Guy leaned up against the kitchen door frame, watching him quietly. Thomas looked so… domestic. The sight of him cooking while humming, completely unaware of the other man's presence was almost too much to bear. Guy's heart ached at the sight of him.

   He stayed silent for a few moments, watching the other man. He couldn't help but appreciate how comfortable Thomas looked, completely at ease in his own element. And, he couldn't help but appreciate the view either, how the jeans he wore hugged his ass just a bit too tightly…

   Guy let out a quiet sigh.

   He felt guilty, staring at Thomas like this, objectifying him. Thomas was his best friend, for god's sake. He shouldn't be looking at him like that. But the sight of him in those jeans was too much, too damn distracting. He wanted nothing more than to go over to him, wrap his arms around Thomas' waist, and hold him close. He wanted to bury his face into those soft locks, to inhale his scent, to press his lips to the back of his neck.

   Guy clenched his jaw, trying to distract himself.

   Stop it.

   Thomas still hadn't noticed Guy's presence, and continued cooking, oblivious to the other man. He continued to hum, focusing on cooking. Guy took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. After a few more moments, he finally spoke, not quite able to keep silent any longer.

   "Something smells good," he said, finally speaking.

   Thomas turned his head, noticing Guy standing in the doorway. He gave Guy a brief smile, before looking back at the food cooking on the stovetop.

   "Oh. Good morning, Guy.”

   Guy pushed himself off of the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

   "Morning," he replied, watching him. Thomas seemed so unfazed by his presence, completely unaffected. Meanwhile, Guy was struggling to keep his composure, trying desperately to ignore the flutter in his chest at the sight of him. Thomas just looked so damn comfortable. It only made him want the man even more.

   Guy shifted his stance, trying not to let his gaze drift too low down towards Thomas' hips.

   It was so hard to keep his thoughts straight when Thomas looked so goddamn good. The tight jeans, the messiness of his hair, the domestic sight of him cooking—it was all too much. Guy clenched his jaw again, taking a breath to steady himself.

   Thomas glanced up at him again, a brow raised.

   "Did you sleep well?"

   Guy's heart stuttered. He swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady.

   "Yeah," he nodded, slowly taking a few steps towards Thomas now. "Yeah, I slept fine. Just a bit later than usual."

   He continued his approach, and before he knew it, he found himself standing right behind Thomas. Without thinking, his arms slipped around the other man’s waist, his face lightly pressed against Thomas’ neck. The embrace was warm, and Guy found himself growing lost in the intimacy between them. It was something he had been longing for a long, long time, practically ever since they had met.

   However, Guy was soon snapped out of it at the sound of Thomas’ voice.

   “… Guy?” he hesitantly queried. His body had tensed up and frozen in place, both from shock and uncertainty of how to respond. He sounded somewhat flustered, and very, very much confused. “What are you doing…?”

   Guy quickly realised that he was holding the other man from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. He was acutely aware of the fact that he had a hold on him, and that he was likely making him very uncomfortable. But it was so damn hard to let go. Thomas' warmth, his natural scent, the way he fit so perfectly in his arms, it was all too much to resist. He could feel his heart racing at a mile a minute.

   He swallowed, trying to figure out how to play the situation off.

   He tightened his grip, just ever so slightly, roughly tugging Thomas back against him. His mouth found the other’s neck, and he bit down, not enough to draw blood, but enough to be felt, and enough to pull that soft, little gasp from Thomas. Then, he pulled away, though his hand briefly lingered on Thomas’ hip—partially to pretend he was just teasing his friend, and also because he didn’t want to let go just so soon.

   He stepped back, trying to look aloof as if the action had meant nothing. His mind was racing. What the hell had he just done? What the hell was he thinking? Thomas had been so comfortable in this moment, and he ruined it, because of his own damn feelings. They were friends, just good friends. But no, Guy had to find his best friend attractive, didn't he? He had to let himself get so utterly obsessed with him, to the point where he couldn't even go one night without dreaming about him.

   "I was just teasing you," he said casually.

   Thomas let out a shaky exhale, his gaze averted from Guy. He looked stunned, taken completely off-guard. But when he finally managed to find his words, it was in a low, somewhat breathy tone.

   "You… tease me a lot," he replied in a dry tone. Guy couldn't quite tell if Thomas was just trying to be playful, or if he was genuinely upset. His heart was still racing a mile a minute, and he was still trying to hide his nervousness. He tried to play it off, giving Thomas a half-hearted shrug.

   "Yeah, well," he let out a little laugh, "that’s what friends are for, right?"

   He tried to sound nonchalant about the situation, as if he hadn't just had his arms around the man he was desperately pining with. He knew he had no right to be acting this way, but God damnit, he couldn't help it. Thomas was standing right in front of him, looking so damn pretty, and Guy couldn't keep his hands to himself. The sound of his shaky breaths, his adorable expressions… it was driving him completely mad.

   Thomas didn't reply, keeping his gaze averted. Guy's mind was running a mile a minute, his heart hammering in his chest. He wanted to reach out, to hold Thomas again, to pull him back against him, to let his hands and lips wander, simply appreciating the other’s body—

   Jesus, he was pathetic.

   "What, did I make you uncomfortable?” he found himself asking. Though despite his question, his voice sounded causal, teasing, but bordering on amused. He cursed himself internally.

   Please don't say yes.

   Thomas was silent for a moment, and the silence made Guy's heart ache.

   "No…” he finally muttered, “no, you didn't."

   He turned his focus to the stovetop once more, his eyes casted downwards, away from Guy’s. He seemed to have more to say, but held his tongue. Still, it was probably for the better, anyway.

   Guy could still see the stiffness in Thomas' shoulders, the tightness in the set of his jaw. He was upset, he was definitely upset. Guy's heart sank. He had screwed everything up, hadn't he? He had pushed too far, and now Thomas was angry at him. Or worse, uncomfortable.

   Thomas was his friend. His best friend, even. And now he had just crossed a line, had just put his own stupid feelings over everything else. He was acting like an entitled douchebag, all because he couldn't keep his damn feelings in check. He felt guilty, he felt angry, he felt utterly stupid. But he kept all those feelings in, trying to sound calm.

   "C’mon," he murmured, “I was just messing around. You know that."

   Thomas didn't reply immediately, his expression still unreadable. Guy ran a hand through his hair, his expression hardening. His temper was flaring up again.

   "Why the hell are you being so damn quiet?" he snapped, his voice cold.

   That got Thomas' attention. He turned, finally looking at Guy, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

   "You're asking why I'm acting like this?" Thomas echoed incredulously. “You just put your arms around me. Out of the blue, with no explanation. Are you that desperate?"

   Guy winced at the words, the hurt showing in his eyes. So Thomas hadn't liked it at all, huh? Guy clenched his jaw.

   "Desperate? Desperate? Are you kidding me? It was a joke," he replied coolly. "You really going to get all pissy over me giving you a hug?"

   Thomas' gaze hardened at the response, his irritation clearly growing. Guy could see the anger brewing behind his eyes, and he felt himself getting pissed off even more.

   "Since when do we hug each other?” Thomas asked. “Since when is that a thing we do?”

   Guy tried to keep himself steady.

   "Since when do I need a goddamn reason to touch you? You're my friend, aren't you?”

   Thomas' eyes widened at the words, looking almost surprised. Guy could see he was getting more and more irritated, and honestly, he was starting to lose his cool too.

   "A friend doesn't put their arms around their friend like that," Thomas bit back, his eyes narrowing. "A friend doesn't start holding you as soon as you come near them. A friend doesn't just grab their friend and—"

   Guy cut him off, growing more frustrated.

   "I didn't 'grab' you," he retorted.

   "Like hell you didn't," Thomas snapped back. "What else am I supposed to call it, when I'm minding my own business and you suddenly show up and start hugging me from behind?"

   Guy was growing more and more exasperated by the minute. He had not expected Thomas to react like this, and he was losing his patience.

   "I was just teasing you," he protested. "It was meant to be funny. Don't you know how to take a joke? God, I didn't know you were so sensitive."

   Guy immediately noticed the way Thomas bristled at the word sensitive being thrown into the mix. He knew the other man despised being called that.

   "Sensitive," Thomas repeated, his voice almost a scoff. "You think this is about me being sensitive?”

   Guy just barely managed to hold back a scoff, his own temper flaring.

   "Then what is this about, hm? Because right now, it sure sounds like you're making a big deal out of nothing, princess."

   Thomas made a strangled sound of frustration at the nickname, clearly irritated now. Guy had struck a nerve and he took grim satisfaction from it. Thomas was so damn easy to annoy, especially when it came to being called sensitive. Guy was well aware that that particular word was something Thomas hated to be branded with.

   "Oh, don't you dare call me that," Thomas retorted. "I'm not an oversensitive, little princess, I just—"

   “Then stop acting like one," Guy cut in.

   Thomas let out a disbelieving scoff, his irritation only growing. Guy could see the hurt in his eyes, the anger and frustration. And he knew he was only making it worse. But he didn't care anymore. He was angry, and he had no idea how to express it in a way that Thomas could understand.

   Guy took a few steps closer to the other man, a mocking tone to his voice.

   "I mean, really," he continued to push, "you're acting so goddamn sensitive, all because I gave you a hug. You really gonna get all pissy about it?"

   “Oh, for the love of—“ Thomas let out a frustrated groan, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He glared at Guy. “Are you even listening to me? This isn’t about me being ‘sensitive’, or whatever it is you want to label me.”

   “Well, you're the one being a goddamn drama queen," Guy retorted, his voice still cold. "I was just messing around, having a bit of fun. It was a harmless little joke, but you're acting like I insulted your mother or something.”

   Guy huffed out a bitter scoff, crossing his arms.

   “You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be, Thomas. I can't even hug my own friend now?” He briefly paused. “And it’s not like we haven’t done more. Just yesterday, on that couch, I was inside you, you know.”

   Thomas flinched for a split second, though the irritated expression painted across his features as soon as the surprise had came.

   “Don't bring up last night into this,” he warned. “That’s completely different, and you know it.”

   Guy scowled, his jaw clenching. That reaction had made him even more irritated.

   "Oh, it's different, is it?" he shot back. "How, exactly? How is it different? You were perfectly fine with me being all over you last night, but the second I try to hug you in the daytime, you've got your panties in a goddamn twist. Tell me, why is that?"

   “Because I—“

   Before Thomas could finish his sentence, the sound of the smoke alarm blaring cut through their argument. It seemed the food had been burning the entire time, yet neither had been paying any attention.

   “Ah, putain!” Thomas quickly spun back to turn the stove off. His eyes were widened, panic etched on his features, as well as a hint of annoyance, still. He grabbed the pan and quickly brought it over to the sink, before turning on the water.

   Guy was still angry and frustrated as he stood there, watching Thomas deal with the ruined, burnt food. But he couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked, all frustrated and flustered. The way he cursed and the way his hair fell into his face, how he looked so cute even while  he was mad…

   Guy felt a pang of guilt at his thoughts, but he shoved the feeling away almost immediately. He was mad right now, too, goddamnit. He was allowed to be frustrated, even if the sight of Thomas flustered and irritated was the cutest damn sight he'd seen.

   The moment was ruined, however, as Thomas shut off the sink. He let out a frustrated huff, his head turning back to face Guy, his expression still irritated. Guy almost flinched at the look. He was suddenly reminded that he wasn't currently on Thomas' good side.

   "Look at what happened," Thomas muttered. "The food's all burnt to hell because someone wanted to start an argument.”

   Thomas reached behind to undo the apron, tossing it off onto the countertop as he walked past Guy.

   “I’m going to my room,” he told Guy, before turning the corner and heading up the stairs.

   Guy watched him go, feeling a wave of frustration washing over him all over again. How could he have been so goddamn stupid? Of course he had to ruin the moment, all because he couldn't keep his own damn feelings in check. Thomas was probably going to avoid him for the rest of the day now, hell, even longer…

   The sound of the smoke alarm persisted, annoying chirping every few seconds. He looked to the dining table, at the fluffy stack of pancakes on a plate set on the table, in the spot he typically sat at.

   Guy let out a heavy sigh, running a frustrated hand over his face. He felt like an absolute piece of shit, all because he couldn't keep his stupid mouth shut.

Chapter Text

   It had been around one or two hours since they had their argument. For the past ten minutes, Guy had been pacing outside of Thomas’ bedroom door.

   Usually, he wasn’t so indecisive, but then again, they didn’t often argue that much. However, the incident replayed in his mind, plaguing it and making it impossible to think of anything else. The guilt was eating at him, and he couldn’t just ignore it. But even then… what if Thomas didn’t want to talk, and instead shut him out again? Or what if he said something wrong again, and they fought again?

   Guy stood right outside the door, his mind racing. He didn't know whether to knock, or to just go back downstairs and avoid the whole thing like he usually did. It would be easier to just walk away, to just forget everything they had said. But that thought made his heart hurt. The thought of Thomas locking himself in his room… shutting himself off from him, for days or even weeks, made him feel sick. That was one thing Guy could not handle.

   He sighed, finally managing to force himself to knock on the door.

   "Thomas?"

   There was no response for a few seconds, other than a quiet, irritated sigh from within the room.

   Then, finally;

   “What?”

   Thomas sounded annoyed, but not as much as earlier, and he was at least was willing to hear out whatever Guy wanted to say.

   Guy winced a little at the annoyed tone in Thomas' voice.

   Great, he's still pissed.

   He took a breath, composing himself the best he could before responding.

   "Can I come in?" he asked, keeping his voice even.

   Play it cool…

   Thomas’ reply came a few moments later.

   “… fine,” the other man mumbled. “Come in. The door is unlocked.”

   Guy felt some of that tension leave his body upon hearing the answer, and tried the door knob. It swung open, and he stepped into the bedroom.

   Thomas was sitting on edge of his bed, a novel in hand. His hair was still messy, though it was apparent that he had ran his hands through it a few times. He seemed to be quite focused on his book, not bothering to glance up at the other.

   The sight made Guy feel a pang of guilt.

   God damn it.

   Guy carefully shut the door behind him.

   He stayed silent for a few moments, the air awkwardly heavy between them. He watched as Thomas continued to read, not even bothering to look up. Guy's heart squeezed painfully at the sight, and he took a few steps forward, moving a little closer, towards the bed.

   After a few more moments, the silence growing too heavy to bear, he finally found the words.

   "... can we talk?"

   Thomas finally placed the book down, though still didn’t look up at him. Guy could see the irritation in his eyes, but it wasn't as powerful as before.

   "… yeah,” the other muttered.

   Thomas crossed a leg over the other, still holding the book, though the novel was closed, and Guy could notice the thin, black ribbon the other man often used as a makeshift bookmark. As always, it was placed perfectly aligned within the pages.

   Guy let out a small exhale of relief, glad that Thomas was at least open to talking.

   He took a few more steps forward, coming to a stop beside the bed. He hesitated for a moment, before carefully sitting himself on the edge of the bed, next to Thomas.  It was hard to ignore the fact that Thomas was avoiding eye contact, a clear indication that he was still mad at him. Guy tried to ignore the pang of guilt he felt at the sight.

   He kept his gaze on Thomas as he sat there. The silence was driving him insane, but he didn't know what to say, how to start this. He felt so… goddamn stupid, sitting here next to a pissed Thomas.

   The silence continued, the tension in the air making it hard for him to breathe. Guy shifted awkwardly, his hands resting in his lap.

   Finally, he forced himself to speak again.

   "Listen, I—“

   He paused.

   Goddamnit, why was it so hard to find the right thing to say?

   Guy took a breath, willing himself to calm down and think. After a few moments, he finally found the words, and began slowly.

   "Thomas, I… wanted to apologise. For earlier."

   His eyes remained locked on Thomas' face, hoping for some indication of a reaction, or a response. But Thomas' expression remained unreadable, not betraying anything. He still didn't look at him, instead staring straight down at the floor.

   Guy felt his heart clench. He wanted to reach out, to grab Thomas' hand, to make him look into his eyes. But he held back, not wanting to risk pissing the other man off even more.

   “I also… wanted to… talk to you about something…”

   Thomas’ expression shifted, just slightly at that. His response gave Guy some hope.

   At least he hadn't completely shut him out, right?

   Guy took a breath, gathering the confidence to continue.

   "I know I said some stupid, shitty things earlier," he started carefully. "Some things… I shouldn't have said."

   He paused again, waiting for some sort of sign, something to tell him that Thomas was actually listening. He didn't get anything in response. That damn poker face always made it hard to tell what Thomas was thinking.

   "I… I know I acted like an idiot, back there, but that’s because I… I—I’ve…” he was struggling, and it was showing.

   Guy cursed himself internally.

   Damnit, say it, say it, don't be a goddamn coward, he repeated in his head, his hands curling into fists in frustration.

   "I'm… I…"

   His heart was racing.

   "I…"

   The words just weren't coming.

   Guy felt himself start to get frustrated. The words were right there, they were right there… so why wasn't he saying them?

   Damn it, he just had to say a few words. A few simple, stupid words… But his pride, his fear that Thomas wouldn’t understand or reciprocate his feelings, were keeping him from talking.

   Guy was breathing heavily now, a mixture of frustration and fear washing over him. He felt like a goddamn idiot, sitting here struggling to get the words out. He felt so goddamn pathetic, so goddamn weak to be acting this way. Why was he so afraid?

Thomas was his best friend for gods sake, he should've just been able to say the damn words! And, and even if Thomas didn't feel the same, even if he rejected him… so what? They could just go back to being friends, right?

   Right?

   A pit formed in his stomach at the thought. For some reason, the very thought of being rejected by his friend, by the person he's secretly harboured feelings for, hurt like hell. Guy felt a sudden sense of desperation.

   He couldn't keep it in anymore.

   He couldn't.

   So, against his better judgement, he forced himself to speak.

   "I…" He stopped for a second, trying to collect himself.

   He took a shaky, unsteady breath, before attempting to speak again.

   "... I like you, Thomas."

   The moment those words slipped out, he suddenly felt his heart stop in his chest. Time seemed to freeze, and his head grew so goddamn loud with just the silence from Thomas.

   He just… said it. Those three words he had tried so hard to deny, tried so hard to ignore, he had just said them aloud.

   Goddamnit. He didn't know what to expect now. For Thomas to just brush it off? To say something shitty to him in return? To get up and storm out?

   Anything but this torturous silence.

   He waited anxiously.

   And waited.

   And waited.

   Until he couldn’t handle the silence anymore.

   The anxiety and fear overcame him, and he found himself leaning forwards. His hands were on Thomas’ shoulders, pushing him down against the bed.

   “Forget it,” he huffed. “Just… forget I said anything.”

   His mind was flashing with embarrassment and shame, and he wanted nothing more than to drown out those feelings the only way he knew how.

   His teeth quickly sank into Thomas’ neck, whilst his hands travelled along the other man’s torso, feeling him up.

   Thomas was surprised by the action, jolting at the feeling of teeth sinking into his neck. Guy's mouth was hot against his skin, burning as he sucked and licked the skin. Thomas couldn't help the low moan that left his mouth, the sound only encouraging Guy to continue biting and sucking on the pale skin harshly.

   Guy's hands found his way to Thomas' stomach, sliding under his shirt, gripping his sides roughly. He had to hold back a groan at the feel of that soft, warm, pale skin underneath his grasp. Guy bit down, hard.

   Thomas let out another moan, a little louder this time. Guy felt a pang of pride run through him at the sound. He did that, he made Thomas gasp like that. He was the one making the other man a shaking, whimpering mess.

   Guy continued to mark Thomas with little bites and hickeys, all along his neck and down to his shoulder. Thomas was no longer holding his book, the novel having fallen onto the ground, completely forgotten at this point.

   Guy pulled his mouth away, admiring the angry-looking red marks that had been left on the other man. He couldn't help but smile a little at the sight: seeing Thomas marked like that, knowing he was the one who left those marks… it made his heart beat uncontrollably. Thomas looked absolutely wrecked, with messy hair, flushed cheeks, and his shirt now hiked up to show off more of his pale, bare stomach.

   Seeing him looking so wrecked, so vulnerable, and knowing that he was the one to cause it… Guy felt a sudden, overwhelming rush of lust.

   He wanted that goddamn shirt off, he wanted to see more skin, more of that soft, pale skin. He wanted to leave bite marks all over that pale chest, over his stomach, everywhere…

   He reached down, yanking Thomas's shirt up and over his head. He tossed the offending piece of fabric aside before running his hand across Thomas' bare upper body. The skin there was so goddamn soft, so warm under his touch. Guy let out a low, ragged breath. He leaned down.

   Guy was suddenly consumed with the need to touch, to taste Thomas' bare skin. He wanted to feel every inch of that pale, soft torso. His mouth was on the other man's chest in an instant, leaving more marks on his collarbone. Thomas let out another moan, arching up into his mouth. God, he was so damn sensitive.

   Guy moved down, letting his mouth travel along the curve of Thomas' chest, leaving a trail of little bites and hickeys. He had lost all restraint now, his hands wandering all over the other man's body.

   He continued making his way down Thomas' stomach, biting and sucking and licking the pale skin of the other man's belly. He reached the waistband of Thomas' jeans, his tongue slipping just underneath and licking a trail along the edge.

   He had a sudden, wild thought just that moment, to mark Thomas there, too, to leave little hickeys on that pale, creamy skin, just below his waistband. He was so close to the bulge in Thomas' jeans… He felt the other man shiver as he bit down on those sensitive hips.

   Thomas whined, his hips shifting up in reaction. He sounded so goddamn cute, the pretty, needy sounds he was making… The noises made something snap within Guy, and he suddenly felt so incredibly desperate for more.

   He needed to see more of that perfect, beautiful skin. Without a word, he hooked his fingers into Thomas' waistband, and, in one quick motion, he roughly tugged them down. Thomas let out a gasp, a shiver visibly down his spine as he felt the cool air hit his skin. And then, almost instinctively, Guy bit down on Thomas' hip, hard.

   Immediately, Thomas let out a sharp gasp, his hands grasping at Guy’s hair, gently threading through the locks. His fingers pulled on the strands just a bit, his body squirming under Guy’s. The tent in his briefs stiffened even more, a faint, damp spot forming at the very top.

   Guy let out a deep, ragged breath, his eyes drifting down towards Thomas' bulge. He could see the damp stain on the front of those briefs, and seeing how hard Thomas was, how desirable he looked… it drove him absolutely crazy. Thomas was squirming now, shifting his hips up impatiently, wordlessly begging for more.

   Guy felt something snap inside him, and he suddenly felt so incredibly desperate to have more of the other man. He wanted everything he could have, wanted to claim and devour every inch of this perfect body.

   Without a second thought, Guy leaned down and mouthed at that damp spot, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Thomas's fingers tightened in his hair, a soft whine leaving his mouth. Guy kept his mouth on the wet spot, licking and teasing through the thin fabric.

   Guy didn't know how much longer he could hold himself back from just downright ravishing this damn man. The sight of Thomas like this, all needy and flushed, so goddamn desperate for him? It was almost too much, seeing the other man so vulnerable and messy, all because of him. Guy was already so hard it was hurting, the front of his own jeans so goddamn tight, and the sounds Thomas was making made him so impatient…

   Thomas was panting now, trying to muffle his little moans by biting the back of his hand. The way he was shifting his hips up, arching towards the touch, he practically wordlessly begging for more, it was driving him crazy. Thomas was trembling, a fine sheen of sweat already covering his entire body. Guy didn't think he'd ever seen the other man so wrecked, it was almost too much.

   And yet, somehow, he wanted even more. Guy wanted to see Thomas completely unravel, he wanted to see how much more wrecked he could make him.

   He hooked his fingers into Thomas' underwear, starting to yank them off.

   "Lift your hips for me," he said softly, his voice rough and gruff with need.

   And God, Thomas whimpered. He lifted his hips obediently, raising his hips so that Guy could pull his underwear off. The second they were off, Guy’s hands moved back to Thomas' hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive skin, trying to help him relax. His hands travelled along the sensitive skin of Thomas' inner thighs, gripping the soft flesh there, leaving little finger-shaped indents on the pale skin.

   Guy shifted, spreading Thomas' legs a little further apart as he settled between them, kneeling on the bed. His breath hitched at the sight; Thomas was so exposed for him, his legs spread, his chest panting desperately… and the best part, that perfect, needy, hard, cock, flushed red at the tip.

   Guy nearly groaned out loud, the sight was so damn perfect. Thomas was an absolutely beautiful sight like this; all exposed and needy, vulnerable in the best way. He was so vulnerable and soft, and at the same time so damn hot.

   He leaned in, his mouth trailing along Thomas’ inner thighs, leaving little love bites on the trembling skin. Thomas' legs trembled, his soft moans and gasps filling the room. Guy knew he was playing dirty, leaving marks on the most sensitive parts of Thomas' body, leaving claims on every inch of skin he could.

   Guy's mouth wandered upwards, towards the most sensitive part of Thomas' body. The tip of Guy's tongue peeked out, licking over the flushed skin, teasing at the head.

   Thomas' breath caught in his chest, and he let out a low, soft whine, his hand moving up to grip at Guy's hair, not knowing what else to do. Guy's teeth grazed the sensitive skin, just a tease of a touch, before finally licking softly at the slit at the top. He took his time, licking and mouthing over the entire length, not letting up, just giving the other man just enough.

   "M-Mm—! Guy, I-" Thomas started to speak, but was immediately cut off by a whimper that slipped from his mouth.

   All that left his mouth afterwards were ragged pants, his fingers curling around the locks of Guy’s hair. However, he still tried again.

   “G-Guy, I— we— w-we need to talk about— about what you—“ his breath caught in his throat, once again interrupting himself, but it was clear what he was going to say. Thomas wanted to talk about Guy’s confession, much to the latter’s strong preference not to.

   Goddamn it, why did Thomas have to bring that up now? Did he really need to do this now, when he was so goddamn close? Guy growled in frustration.

   Just as he was about to pull away and respond, something overcame him instead. Maybe it was an impulsive, stupid reaction to not wanting to talk about feelings, but he decided to play dirty, to change the subject and shut Thomas up in the dirtiest and most desperate way he could.

   He flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, once again teasing the tip, just before he spoke.

   "I don't want to talk right now," he said softly, his lips still brushing against Thomas. "We can... we can talk about it some other time, okay? I just... I just want to…"

   His voice grew quieter, just above a whisper. His hand moved up, grasping at Thomas' hip.

   "I want to focus on… on you right now. I want to make you feel good. Just… just let me take care of you."

   Guy pulled back just for a second, and a shiver seemed to travel through Thomas' entire body. He was trembling, so incredibly sensitive after all of that teasing, his body practically desperate for more, though he still seemed reluctant.

   “Guy— I… are you s-sure we shouldn't—“ he tried, but was once again cut off by a gasp.

   God, he was being so goddamn stubborn. But Guy was getting impatient now. He wanted Thomas, he wanted him now, and he didn't want to talk about his feelings, goddamn it.

   Guy let out a quiet scoff, his tone almost harsh when he spoke.

   "Jesus, will you just give it a rest? We can talk about my goddamn feelings later. Just… just let me make you feel good, alright?"

   His eyes flickered up, a mixture of lust and desperation in them.

   “Just let me touch you, please? I don't want to talk. I just want to… I just want to…" he trailed off, his lips just above Thomas' skin.

    Thomas' breathing was laboured, but after a few moments of hesitation, he finally nodded his head. He was still reluctant, still looking like he wanted to talk it all out, but he could feel the desperation in the air too. He seemed to sense how restless Guy was, and his concern seemed to melt away as he relented with a sigh.

   His hand reached down, cupping Guy's cheek with an almost surprising tenderness.

"… Okay,” he mumbled.

   Guy felt some of the tension leave his shoulders, his breathing still ragged. He exhaled as Thomas' hand touched his cheek, the gesture strangely tender and soothing all at once. The way the other man uttered those words, sounding so soft and desperate, almost begging him— Guy's heart ached with a sudden pang of affection.

   He nuzzled his face against Thomas' touch. He moved up, pulling himself forward until he was on top of Thomas, settling between the other man's spread legs. Their chests were touching now, and Guy could feel Thomas' heartbeat thumping erratically against his own as he leaned closer.

   Thomas' breathing was coming out in ragged gasps, his expression still flushed. His legs shifted, as if to pull Guy even closer, and his hands moved over his shoulders.

   Guy's eyes locked onto Thomas' face. He looked almost wrecked, so vulnerable and sensitive, and the sight made something burn deep inside of him. He wanted Thomas, he wanted him more than anything, but he knew he had to hold himself back. He had to be gentle, like he had promised.

   Guy's voice was soft when he spoke.

   “Relax,” he told him, “I’ve got you.”

   Thomas let out a soft whimper at those words, and he seemed to relax a little at the reassurance. The sound made Guy's heart squeeze, and he found himself suddenly overcome with affection for the man beneath him.

   He could feel Thomas' chest still rising and falling, his body trembling from every touch. Guy could hear the small gasps and panting breaths, each sound a reminder of Thomas' sensitivity. He ran his hands up along Thomas' sides, his touch gentle and almost worshipping.

   Thomas was so damn sensitive—and so damn pretty—and it was almost overwhelming.

   Thomas' head fell back, a whimper leaving his mouth as Guy touched him, his fingers tracing over the sensitive skin. He was so sensitive, so responsive, and Guy was getting more desperate every second. He wanted to make Thomas feel so good, he wanted to see him come undone, to see how he unraveled, but he knew he had to be careful.

   He pressed his mouth against Thomas' jawline, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. It was so damn hard to contain himself, to keep himself under control. 

   Thomas was just so goddamn perfect.

   Slowly, Guy’s hand came up to the other’s mouth. His index and middle finger gently prodded at Thomas’ lip, to which the man hesitated for a moment, but soon complied, opening his mouth and allowing the two digits to slip inside.

   Guy's gaze darkened. He couldn't take his eyes off of Thomas, couldn't stop staring at the way the man looked right now; his flushed cheeks, his hair in a messy tangle, his eyes half-lidded with desire, and those soft lips wrapped around his fingers.

   Jesus, the sight was almost too much, the way Thomas' mouth enveloped his fingers, the way he seemed to suck on them a little as if it was completely instinctual, like it was second nature...

   The sight of Thomas' mouth on his fingertips was enough to drive Guy almost wild, almost losing his resolve to be gentle. His fingers curled under the man's jaw, the pad of his fingers rubbing against the underside of Thomas' tongue, pressing against it lightly.

   He could feel himself getting harder as the man in front of him whimpered, his mouth closing around the fingers, and—

   Guy's breath hitched, and he finally had to take out his fingers from Thomas' mouth, his chest heaving, his own mouth suddenly feeling dry.

   Thomas' mouth closed around a whine as Guy removed his fingers from his mouth. The other man's cheeks were flushed, his expression so needy with want, and Guy had to keep himself from completely giving in to the moment.

   "Mm— Guy…" Thomas managed, his voice soft.

   God, that voice. It was almost too much, the way Thomas said his name in that voice, sounding so desperate and sensitive. Guy's breathing was becoming more ragged, and it took all of his self-control to keep himself from completely taking Thomas right then and there.

   His hand began to move without him thinking about it. It trailed downwards, stopping when it reached between Thomas’ parted legs, just a mere centimetre from his entrance.

   Thomas' breathing grew heavier at the proximity, and there was nothing but eagerness to be found in the way he shifted his hips. He wanted Guy, and the way he was begging for it was getting to be too much.

   A sharp inhale escaped Thomas when Guy's index pressed against his entrance, just barely pushing against the rim, almost like a tease. Thomas shivered, and his hands gripped at the sheets.

   “O-Oh, God—“ Thomas gasped, his voice breaking.

   Guy couldn't think straight. Thomas' voice was so sweet, and he looked so damn delicate. Every little noise and gasp was driving him insane, and it took all of his self-control to not give in to his desires.

   He could see how much the other man was trembling, his body shaking in need.

   God, he looked so vulnerable, and it was driving Guy mad.

   He gently pressed his index and middle fingers against Thomas' entrance, teasing him again, before finally, and slowly, pushing them in. As he did, he closely watched the reaction in Thomas' expression.

   Thomas gasped, a sharp breath caught in his chest. And then, finally, he moaned.

   It was a low, shaky sound, and it was almost music to Guy's ears. Every little sound from Thomas just made him more desperate to hear more. All at once, he wanted to see him come undone.

   Guy watched closely, his eyes fixated on Thomas' face. He wanted to see the man's every reaction, every expression, every twitch, every gasp and moan. It was like a drug.

   He curled his fingers, pressing and searching for that one, perfect spot.

   Guy could feel his own breath hitching as Thomas' moans and whimpers grew louder, the other man writhing beneath him. His fingers pressed deeper, continuing to search for that perfect spot inside Thomas.

   The moment he found it—the way Thomas' back arched off the bed with a choked gasp—Guy nearly lost it right there and then.

   Guy let out a breathy laugh, his tone thick with desire. His fingers curled deeper inside him—just enough to make him squirm again—before the digits spread apart, quickly working Thomas out. It was a rough and hurried action, but one that made Thomas’ eyes roll back slightly in overwhelmed pleasure beneath his lashes.

   Guy's fingers moved quickly, spreading and stretching Thomas in a way that made the man beneath him shake with need.

   The sounds he was making were downright filthy—soft gasps and whimpers mixed with desperate little moans as Guy worked him open. It wasn’t long before Thomas’ hips started rocking back against his hand, seeking more friction than just those teasing strokes.

   “F-Fuck—Guy,” he stammered out between shaky breaths. "I can't... I can't—“

   His voice cracked on the last word as his body tensed up even tighter under Guy’s touch.

   It would have been adorable if it weren’t so goddamn tempting to push him further over the edge right there and then.

   Guy's fingers curled just right, pressing deep into Thomas—hard enough to make the other man gasp and arch off the bed.

   His free hand gripped Thomas' hip tightly, holding him still as he rocked his fingers back against that spot again. He could feel how close Thomas was already, how tight he was around him, and it drove Guy wild with need.

   "You're gonna come like this?” he lowly asked, his tone a mix of teasing and lust. “Just from my fingers?"

   He didn’t even wait for an answer before speeding up his strokes inside of him; rough and desperate now in a way that matched every shuddering breath coming from above him.

   Thomas’ hips stuttered forward again when those two digits pressed deeper inside of him yet again. He finally collapsed back onto Guy’s palm, climaxing with a sharp gasp that turned into an almost sob-like whimper.

   “Y-You… You're evil,” Thomas choked out between ragged breaths, though there wasn't any real bite behind those words given how wrecked, and obviously turned on, they both were right now.

   Guy couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face at Thomas' words. He pulled his fingers out slowly, admiring the way Thomas shuddered and twitched from oversensitivity before collapsing back onto the bed.

   His other hand brushed some of that messy hair away from Thomas' face as he spoke again in a low voice.

   "Yeah? And whose fault is that?”

   His tone was teasing but affectionate, despite everything they'd just done, or rather hadn't, Guy still couldn’t bring himself to fully let go of whatever warmth lingered between them now.

   And without even realising it, his focus shifted to how badly he needed release right then, too...

   He leaned over Thomas now, looking down at his wrecked, wrecked expression.

   God, he wanted him. He wanted Thomas desperately, he needed him more than anything else in that moment, and, as his gaze softened slightly, he spoke, his voice a little more hoarse than he meant to sound.

   "Can I...?"

   His words were a quiet request, even as his hand moved to press closer against Thomas' overheated skin.

   Thomas languidly looked over at him.

   Silence enveloped the room, save for their quiet breaths.

   Then, slowly, Thomas nodded, a nonverbal confirmation.

   Guy's heart suddenly started pounding fast in his chest as he felt that nod, the permission he had silently been begging for.

   He knew he was being more vulnerable than normal, that he was being too obvious about how much he needed Thomas right now, but in the moment, it was too hard to care about appearing stoic or cool.

   Guy's hands immediately settled by either side of Thomas' hips, his touch needy and almost impatient.

   "Can-can you—" he started to ask, the request a little bit of a rush, but he didn't even finish speaking.

   Guy exhaled sharply, his body trembling with anticipation as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down the waistband of his jeans just enough to free himself. His cock twitched in the open air, already painfully hard from all that teasing.

   He didn't hesitate—didn't even think before sinking down onto Thomas with a ragged groan. The other man was still loose from earlier, but Guy could feel every inch as he roughly slid inside, their bodies joining together perfectly.

   "Fuck—fuck,” Guy choked out between gritted teeth when they were fully connected for one blissful second before starting to move immediately after. His desperation made it impossible to wait any longer, despite knowing how oversensitive Thomas already was, right now.

   Thomas gasped beneath him at first contact but quickly adjusted into rhythm set by Guy’s relentless thrusts which became progressively rougher. His hands grasped the covers below him, twisting them in both overwhelming pain and pleasure.

   All the while, he looked as though he wanted to speak, wanted to talk about something. His brow was slightly furrowed, his gaze fixated on Guy’s expression, each twitch and change noticed.

   Thomas' expression caught Guy's attention, the knitted brow and sharp look in his eyes like a reminder that there was, indeed, something to discuss, despite how badly he didn’t want to even think about it.

   He let out a huff at the thought. His movements slowed just slightly.

   "What?" he asked bluntly, his tone almost defensive. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

   His voice was a mixture of impatience and frustration, as if annoyed at Thomas for pulling his attention at such a critical moment.

   Thomas panted quietly, regaining both his composure and breath before speaking up.

   “… I was just thinking about what you said earlier,” he confessed. It was painfully obvious what he was referring to. His tone had turned more quiet, more gentle, as if not wanting to accidentally aggravate Guy on this topic any more.

   Guy's movements stuttered slightly, his grip tightening on Thomas' hips as he tried to process the words. His breath was still heavy and uneven, but now mixed with something else—something like tension.

   "Oh.”

   His voice came out strained and short. He didn't want to do this right now—didn’t want to talk about it at all—but Thomas looked so damn serious beneath him that he couldn't just ignore it either.

   He forced himself into a slower pace before finally stopping altogether for a moment, though staying buried deep inside him. His hands pressed down onto either side of Thomas’ head as they hovered over him briefly; their foreheads nearly touching if not already brushing together from how close they were in proximity alone. And yet neither moved away despite knowing exactly where this conversation would likely lead eventually anyway.

   Guy exhaled sharply, trying to regain his breath and keep himself together as he forced himself to remain still. He could feel Thomas underneath him, still so warm, so goddamn perfect, and yet… and yet there was such a serious, almost concerned look on the man's face, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to ignore it, at least not for long.

   With another ragged breath, he finally spoke, the irritation now clear in his tone.

   "What about it? You're bringing it up now of all times?"

   Thomas remained silent for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words to say.

   And then in a quiet, almost uncertain voice, he finally spoke.

   "… We need to talk about it, Guy. Not just... brush it off, or ignore it, or... pretend it didn't happen."

   He paused, his gaze falling away for a moment before looking back up at Guy with a mixture of seriousness and slight uncertainty, but also a hint of something else.

   He looked... worried.

   Guy grit his teeth. He hated this.

   He didn't wanna do this, damn it. It was so much easier to just ignore it, to focus on what they were doing before. He didn't want to think about those words, didn’t want to admit to any of it.

  But he still stayed in that position, unmoving, still buried deep inside Thomas.

   He looked down at the other man, his tone almost bitter.

   “What's there to talk about?”

   Thomas sighed softly, and Guy could see the way his jaw tightened faintly, a sign that he was biting his tongue.

   He was getting frustrated now, frustrated that Guy was avoiding this conversation so blatantly and adamantly when it was clearly on both their minds.

   "Are you serious? You know exactly what I mean," he replied, his own irritation now creeping into his voice. "You can't just... say that... and expect to act like it never happened. We need to talk about it."

   Guy groaned, frustrated. He didn't want to do this right now—he just wanted Thomas beneath him, he wanted the heat and pleasure between them to distract him from everything else.

   But then again, it seemed talking was inevitable at this point. Thomas seemed quite serious about it.

   Guy let out a slow breath before finally speaking in an almost reluctant voice.

   "Fine. What exactly do you want me to say? That I meant it?" His tone was sharp as he spoke those last few words with clear reluctance; his pride still warring against his honesty.

   Thomas let out a frustrated huff, his hands coming up to grip Guy's shoulders in an attempt to ground him. He sat up, somewhat straddling Guy’s lap.

   "Yes, you idiot, I need you to say that," he huffed out. "Because if we're going to keep doing this—if we're going to keep pretending it doesn't mean anything—I at least need the goddamn honesty from you about what this is."

   His voice cracked slightly on those last words, and despite how angry he sounded now too... there was something else underneath it all; something raw and vulnerable beneath that frustration.

   And then quieter:

   "Was any of that even real? Did you really mean what you said?”

   Guy's breath hitched as Thomas shifted position, sitting in his lap like that, their faces mere inches apart.

   He could feel the weight of Thomas' emotions in that moment—the frustration, the anger… but also that vulnerability, that rawness beneath it all.

   Guy's own expression hardened, conflicted and frustrated. The words were still hard, still sharp when he spoke, but he managed to force himself to speak.

   "Of course I meant it," he replied, his voice almost defensive. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."

   Thomas' expression softened slightly, relief evident in his eyes at those words, though his frustration was still there. He seemed to take a second to process that confirmation for a moment, a shaky, relieved breath leaving him.

   But then he spoke again, his expression hardening just slightly again.

   "Then why—" he began, his voice growing a bit more agitated again. "Why... why do you keep trying to act like it didn't happen? Why were you trying so hard to ignore it? Were you just… trying to pretend it wasn't real?"

   Guy groaned in frustration, his grip on Thomas' hip tightening reflexively. He could feel the anger and irritation building inside of him, all from those words. Thomas was hitting the mark too close now.

   "Because it's easier, okay?" he snapped. "Ignoring it is easier. We can just keep going like nothing happened. We don't have to think about all the stupid stuff that's going to come with it."

   Thomas stared into Guy’s eyes, his expression softening.

   Slowly, his hands slid up, gently cupping the other man’s face. His thumb moved to tenderly rub against his face, almost in a soothing manner.

   “Guy…” Thomas began.

   Guy couldn’t bring his gaze to meet Thomas’, instead looking off to the side.

   “Guy, I…”

   Thomas hesitated for just a brief second. A shy smile spread across his lips.

   “… I like you, too, Guy.”

   Guy was completely stunned silent, caught totally off guard by those words. Thomas' confession left him frozen for a few moments, the sudden change in tone so unexpected.

   He finally forced his gaze back to Thomas, staring into the man's eyes almost disbelievingly. A million thoughts raced through his mind at once.

   He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

   "You… you do?" Guy's voice came out almost breathless, sounding completely different from his usual tone.

   Thomas took notice of that change, a fond sort of affection in his eyes. He smiled, nodding.

   "Of course I do," he said, his fingers tracing the line of Guy's jaw.

   Guy inhaled sharply, the realization of those words washing over him. Thomas liked him. Thomas actually liked him. It seemed so damn unbelievable to him after all these years—all the damn time they had spent together. All the time he had spent trying to keep his feelings hidden, trying to ignore it all… all the time, Thomas had liked him.

   And suddenly, it all connected.

   The movies, the way Thomas would look at him, how Thomas’ demeanour shifted whenever it was just the two of them alone… even this morning finally made sense. Thomas had been just as unsure as he was, unsure about whether or not his feelings were returned.

   Guy just stared at Thomas, absolutely floored. The other man's words were like a revelation, and Guy was finding it hard to process them.

   He'd had a crush on Thomas for so goddamn long, and here Thomas was… confessing his own feelings, too. He liked him back.

   Guy took a breath, trying to regain his composure, though it was hard with Thomas being so close.

   He could feel the other man's touch on his face, gentle and soft, and despite himself, he leaned into it, wanting more of that touch.

   Guy's breath hitched at that, his hands coming up to wrap around Thomas' waist. He pulled him closer almost instinctively, needing the other man as close as possible right now.

   He could feel himself getting lost in those words—the confession of feelings—it was all so overwhelming after spending so long trying to ignore it.

   Thomas still looked nervous though; he wasn't sure how Guy would react or if this had changed anything between them... but then again… maybe it had. Maybe everything had just changed forever with those simple words alone.

   The silence stretched between them before finally breaking again when Guy let out a shaky exhale and spoke softly:

   "... So does that mean we're doing this for real?"

   Thomas' expression softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could see the way Guy was trying to process all of this, trying to process what this all meant.

   He let out a soft huff of laughter at that question, a little bit of his usual humor coming through.

   "You really have to ask that?" he quipped, raising an eyebrow at Guy.  "I mean, I'm literally sitting on your lap right now. What else does this look like to you?"

   Guy let out a huff in response, rolling his eyes. Trust Thomas to get sassy at a time like this.

   "Smartass."

   There was no bite in his voice, though, and instead just an exasperated sort of affection.

   He could feel that little spark of normalcy between them, and Guy let out a soft sigh, his grip around Thomas' hips still tight. He was still trying to process everything, but this, at least, was familiar ground for him.

   "You’re lucky I like you."

   Thomas laughed again, a soft, but bright smile spreading across his face at that last statement.

   It was true, after all. Thomas did feel lucky. He had been harbouring feelings for Guy for who knows how long, and to have it all work out like this just seemed too good to be true.

   He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against Guy's. He took a moment to just breathe. His hands gently threaded through the other man’s hair as his eyes flickered shut, taking in the closeness and intimacy of this moment.

   Guy exhaled, the tension finally leaving his body as he leaned into Thomas' touch.

   He could feel the warmth of their bodies pressed together, hear their breaths mingling in that small space between them—and for once… he didn't want to fight it anymore.

   His fingers curled around Thomas’ waist again before shifting slightly so that one hand was resting on his hip instead while another traced idle patterns against his skin, soft enough not to be distracting but firm enough so there wasn't any question about what this meant.

   Because this?

   This wasn’t just some fling or momentary lapse in judgment, no matter how much Guy might have once tried convincing himself otherwise before. None of that mattered right now, because all Guy knew was simple fact: Thomas liked him back.

   Guy let out a quiet huff, his fingers tightening slightly around Thomas' waist. He could feel the smile against him—there, that little bit of happiness he'd been trying so hard to ignore before now was right in front of him.

   He swallowed hard and exhaled shakily, finally letting himself relax fully into this moment with Thomas—the warmth between them, the closeness.

   His hand slid up along Thomas’ side before coming to rest on his back instead; pulling him even closer if possible while pressing their foreheads together again as well just for good measure too because goddamn it all, why had they waited this long?

   Guy found it hard to breathe for a moment, the reality of their situation sinking in. This wasn't just some hookup, no more fooling around and pretending that it meant nothing. There was something real here.

   He closed his eyes for a moment, just taking in the feeling of Thomas' body pressed up against him, so damn close.

   He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

   His thumb traced along the line of Thomas' spine, a slow, gentle gesture; almost reverent in its tenderness.

   Thomas took notice of that touch; the way it lingered on his skin, the way it sent shivers down his spine.

   He shivered involuntarily, letting out a shaky breath. Guy's hand on his back was warm, solid, and he found himself leaning more and more into the touch, wanting more. His own hands gripped at Guy's shoulders, fingertips digging into the other man's skin as he held on tight.

   "Guy…" he murmured, his head tilting forward just slightly.

   It wasn’t long before their lips met. Thomas, his eyes still closed, wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, their bodies pressed flush together, not even an inch of space between them.

   Guy felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of his name on Thomas' lips, and he barely had time to react before they pressed their lips together.

   He let out a quiet sound into the kiss, and then it was like something inside him had broken.

   One hand stayed on Thomas' back, the other coming up to tangle in his hair as Guy pulled him in impossibly closer, his mouth moving against the other man's desperately. Guy's body was suddenly filled with an intense heat, his mind going blank as he lost himself completely in the kiss.

   This wasn't like before, not even close.

   Guy's hands gripped Thomas like a lifeline as he kissed the other man harder, desperate for more, needing more.

   After a few moments, he gently bit down on Thomas' bottom lip, just hard enough to get a reaction, and then used that little gasp as an opportunity to slide his tongue into Thomas' mouth.

   Thomas was so soft and he tasted so damn good, and Guy couldn't get enough of him.

   Every inch of their bodies felt so damn hot, so goddamn needy, and it only made it worse when Thomas started to move his hips.

   He started slow and steady first, his hips gradually rolling up and down. All the while, he let out soft, desperate noises into Guy’s mouth.

   Guy groaned, the feeling of Thomas' hips moving against him already making him dizzy and desperate for more. He pulled him in even closer, his hands moving down so he could dig his fingers into the other man's thighs.

   He could already feel the heat growing between them as he nipped at Thomas' bottom lip again, wanting to hear more of those pretty sounds he was making. He broke their kiss for just a moment to breathe before moving his lips down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Thomas' jawline to his neck instead.

   He found the other man's pulse, and bit down A mark. He wanted Thomas to have a mark, some evidence of what they were doing and that this was actually happening.

   "Christ, you—" he breathed out between bites. "You—You’re so… so perfect, you know that? You're so goddamn good…”

   Thomas let out a sharp gasp when he felt Guy's teeth bite down, immediately tilting his head to the side and giving him more access to his neck.

   He was already starting to feel breathless and dizzy with need, and the little mark that was already starting to bloom on his skin felt so good that he couldn't help but let out a soft whine at the feeling.

   Guy's words just made things worse—Thomas loved the way Guy was looking at him, and the praise made his head spin. The heat coiled and twisted in his stomach, and he quickened his pace, his breaths heavy and mixed in with soft sighs.

   Guy could feel Thomas' breath hitch, and he loved it—he loved every little reaction the other man made for him.

   He moved his hands down to grip at Thomas’ ass instead, squeezing roughly as he pulled him even closer against himself. He rolled their hips together again with a low groan, guiding and supporting the other man with his hands.

   Thomas moaned softly, the sound muffled against Guy's shoulder as he clung to him desperately. He was already so close again—he could feel it building up in his stomach like a slow burn that threatened to consume him completely.

   His movements became more erratic, more needy as he chased after that feeling with everything he had left in him right now.

   The sound of their panting and their skin meeting filled the air, and he could tell Thomas was getting closer.

   “God, you're—" he breathed out before letting out a low moan as their hips met.

   Thomas was so damn loud, and it made Guy's head spin—he could feel himself getting dizzy from all of it.

   "Come on, sweetheart…" the words were just a ragged gasp against the heat of their bodies, the pet name slipping out before he could stop it.

   Christ.

Thomas gasped, a shiver running down his spine.

   "Guy…" he whimpered, his head tilting forward so he could press his face against the other man's neck instead. He could feel that heat curling tighter and tighter inside him, and he was so close.

   Guy could feel it too, and he let out a quiet curse in response; their pace was fast now, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the feeling growing between them, that heat that seemed to consume every thought and every sense they had right now.

   Guy couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything else but the heat between them. He could feel Thomas' breath coming fast and heavy against his skin, so close himself that it bordered on painful.

   He ran one hand through Thomas' hair, gripping it tighter than before and pulling his head back to expose his neck even more for him.

   "You're so goddamn loud, sweetheart…" he gasped out again between bites, the words just as much an accusation as they were a compliment.

   Thomas let out a quiet whine, his whole body feeling so sensitive and hot. He was getting desperate now, needing more and more. The way Guy was holding on to him like this, the way he kept calling him 'sweetheart' and biting and biting and biting… it was so good, so goddamn good.

   He could feel that heat building, building and building, but he just needed a little bit more.

   Thomas looked up, his gaze meeting Guy's as he whimpered out with all he had left.

   "Guy… please…"

   Guy's breath hitched at the sound of Thomas' voice, and he almost couldn't breathe at how desperate the other man sounded.

   It was so damn cute, and it just made Guy want to wreck him even more.

   He groaned, his own need becoming too much to bear. He pulled Thomas' head back even more with a rough grip and bit at his neck again before biting his earlobe and mumbling against his ear:

   "Come on, sweetheart. I've got you. You can do it. Come for me…”

   Thomas was so overwhelmed, the pleasure and heat building and building until finally—

   He clenched his eyes shut, nails digging into Guy's shoulder, and he cried out as the orgasm finally crashed over him, and he came, for the second time.

   He made a mess all over himself and Guy, though he was far too lost in the haze of pure ecstasy to even care about the sticky fluid between their bodies. He only held Guy closer, his expression almost relieved as he let the pleasure guide his mind away for the moment.

   Guy let out a ragged groan as he felt Thomas come apart in his arms, the sight of him wrecked and trembling beneath him sending an almost painful wave of pleasure through Guy's own body. It wasn’t long before he reached his climax as well.

   He held onto Thomas tightly as they both came down from their highs together, breathing heavily against each other’s skin. He could feel every shuddering breath that left the other man's lips, every little noise, as if they were burned into his mind forever now.

   And yet despite how exhausted they both were right now... there was still something else lingering between them too; something more than just physical desire or attraction anymore. This wasn’t just sex anymore.

   This was everything to them.

   Guy let out a quiet breath, his fingers still tangled in Thomas' hair. He didn't move, not yet, still holding the other man close against him as he tried to catch his own breath again, too. He carefully started to pull out, though kept Thomas in his lap.

   He could feel every little movement of Thomas beneath and around him; how exhausted but also so peaceful he looked right now.

   His thumb brushed over where some strands stuck slightly damp along his forehead, before gently pressing his lips softly atop Thomas’ crown.

   "Christ, you're beautiful," Guy murmured against his forehead. He meant it, too. Thomas was always so goddamn handsome, but right now he just looked even more so. The flush of his cheeks, his hair messy and ruffled, the little bite-marks he'd made that were starting to turn red along his neck and shoulder… God, Guy wanted to mark him even more, wanted to make sure Thomas was covered in his marks.

   He couldn't help but stare as he took in the mess they'd made of each other; their bodies still so close, covered in sweat and each other's cum, both still breathless and exhausted. It was so intimate, the way they were right now, and Guy didn't want it to end.

   Thomas' body seemed to fit with his so perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally fitting into place. He felt complete, and it was both terrifying and incredibly overwhelming all at once. Guy's breathing was beginning to steady, but he still needed a moment to fully collect himself.

   Thomas exhaled slowly as he came back to himself, finally catching his breath.

   He felt so exhausted, but in a completely good way. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed; he was safe and content right here in Guy's arms.

   There was a moment of comfortable silence between them as they both settled into the afterglow, but eventually, Thomas spoke up again, his voice still a bit breathy.

   "T-that was..." Thomas breathed, struggling to find the words. "... Wow."

   Guy let out a quiet huff of laughter at that, the corner of his mouth turning up into a small smile.

   "That's an understatement," he murmured back, his fingers still tracing over Thomas' skin, now gently tracing little circles along the other man's hipbone.

   Guy was just as breathless as Thomas, still coming down from the high of the moment, but he felt so damn happy.

   They were still so close together, and Guy found he didn't actually want to move away. Not yet.

   Guy's eyes drifted up to look at Thomas' face for a moment, taking in the sight of him again.

   His hair was a complete mess, his cheeks were flushed, his neck and shoulders were red and marked up from all of the biting earlier... and the little mark on his collarbone, where he'd bitten just a bit too hard still looked so fresh...

   God he was gorgeous. And he was all his.

   A small part of Guy couldn't believe it, couldn't believe any of it. This was all real now, after all that time of wanting and trying to ignore his feelings.

   Thomas let out a quiet hum of agreement, his head resting against Guy’s chest. He felt so safe here, so wanted.

   It was still hard to believe that all this had actually happened—that Guy had finally confessed those feelings and they were now acting on them like this. It wasn't just some fleeting moment or mistake; it was real.

   His fingers curled slightly, and he leaned into Guy’s chest. After another moment of comfortable silence between them both, he spoke again.

   "... So what now?"

   That question hung in the air between them for a moment.

   Guy had thought about this, about what it all meant now that he'd finally confessed to how he felt, but having it put out into the open made it all too real.

   Guy inhaled slowly, his fingers still tracing little patterns along Thomas' skin.

   "Well..." he finally answered, voice low and soft, “… I think it's about time we stop pretending that we're not completely head-over-heels for each other."

   Thomas couldn't help the small smile that lit up his face at that, the feeling of warmth in his chest only growing stronger. He looked up at Guy and nodded in agreement.

   "... Mmn.”

   He snuggled closer, still feeling the exhaustion from what they'd done earlier beginning to catch up to both of them.

   "We should…probably clean up or something first, though,” he murmured, eyelids feeling a bit heavy now.

   Guy huffed in amusement, his fingers still trailing lazily over Thomas' skin.

   "Yeah, yeah… we should clean up," he murmured back with a small smirk. "But I kind of don’t want to move yet."

   “Me, neither.”

   Guy knew it was stupid. He was just as sticky and gross as Thomas right now, but they both couldn't bring himself to actually care enough about moving away from each other yet.

   Instead, Guy just let out another slow breath before pressing another soft kiss against the top of Thomas’ head again, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary before finally speaking up once more.

   "... I can stay here with you, if you want me to,” Guy added quietly after another beat passed between them. The words were spoken softly, but he meant every single syllable behind those simple words.

   Thomas hummed in response, the sound almost sleepy. Guy's words were like a soothing confirmation to what he had been secretly hoping for all this time.

   He snuggled in closer, his head now tucked in the crook of Guy's shoulder. His eyes felt tired, exhaustion and contentment settling over him like a heavy blanket.

   "... I’d like that," he murmured back, voice growing even closer to a tired sigh. "Don't think I could even move if I tried, anyway.”

   Guy let out a quiet laugh at that, his fingers still tracing small patterns along Thomas' back as he held him close.

   He let out a small hum, as if agreeing, before another soft huff of amusement left him.

   His body was just as exhausted right now, but despite how much it should have hurt—how sore and stiff everything felt already—he couldn’t bring himself to actually care about moving away from this moment yet either way because Christ, being here like this? With Thomas pressed up against him so perfectly while they both just lay tangled together in their own little world where nothing else existed outside of the two of them.

   It was more than enough for Guy right now.

   He exhaled slowly again before pressing yet another kiss against the top of Thomas’ head once more This time, however, his lips lingering there longer than necessary before finally pulling back slightly just so he could rest his cheek atop the other man's hair instead while murmuring quietly into the silence.

   "... We'll clean up later.”