complaininginthedark:

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself)

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The rain is heavy outside, hammering against the window but inside it is warm. The fire glows orange and it makes Thomas’ hair shine golden as he touches James’ face. There is an open look of adoration, of need and want in Thomas’ expression; James is helpless in the face of it. With a shudder Thomas draws closer.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he says softly, his voice betraying the fear he must have been feeling. James leans into the touch and lets his eyes slip shut.

“I couldn’t stay away.”

He hears Thomas inhale and exhale, and then they are kissing.

James’ heart pounds in his chest, his hands reaching immediately for Thomas’ shoulder and neck simply to touch, to hold, to feel-

He shivers as Thomas kisses him and cannot help the desperate moan that flows from his stomach to his chest, tumbling from his mouth into Thomas’. Thomas clutches at him tighter, backs him slowly to the shallow window seat.

“I wanted- I want-” his voice is shaking as he presses their foreheads together.

Thomas shushes him, laughs breathlessly and then James is laughing. “It’s alright. It’s alright… I do too.”

Something precious, small but bright and warm like the glow from the fire, has taken its place in his chest. He thinks, possibly, that it is love.