Title: Fanservice

Author: Mai Lynn

Started: May 29

Finished: May 29, 2005

This is for you, Ammeh. John/Thomas slash! Of course, it's AU, since Thomas isn't gay, but oh well! –grins-

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Thomas sighed as he rounded the bend in the settlement. It was his third night on patrol, and it was as dull as ever. Yawning, he took of his cap and scratched his red hair slightly before putting it back own. Frowning, he rubbed his fingertips together. They slid easily from the grease in his hair.

'I'll need a bath pretty soon….' He thought with a sigh. Stretching, he leaned against the massively sturdy wall. The sounds of the party were dying down. It was John's first night back from England, after his two year absence. Thomas smiled as he remembered everyone's surprised faces as John leisurely strolled into the settlement. Everyone had dropped what they were doing to greet the much loved blonde captain.

"John's back, John's back!" Had rung throughout the settlement, it had even reached the Indian village within an hour…. Thomas couldn't help but smile sadly. He had seen how joyously Pocahontas and John hugged each other. How happy the two of them looked, and how long they had kissed.

He felt his cheeks grow hot at the mere thought of a kiss. Lifting his hand, he gently brushed his fingertips against his lips and shivered a bit. Closing his eyes, he could just image what it would be liked to be kissed by John. Those strong arms wrapped tightly around him, his gentle breath upon his neck. Thomas found himself smiling faintly.

"Looks like a nice dream there." The deep voice that Thomas could recognize anywhere suddenly spoke up. Startled, he leapt from the wall and looked at John with wide eyes. The blush furiously flamed his face and he could hear himself stutter.

John only laughed, "Now now, Thomas. Calm down. Heh, I'm not a ghost or anything."

"Y-Yes, I know John. S-Sorry, surprised me, is all….." Thomas sheepishly smiled. Swallowing heavily, he scratched the back of his neck, "Heh, well, I'm glad to see you're back and healthy again John."

"Thanks Thomas, it's good to be back." John gave Thomas a smile, that certain smile that Thomas had always admired, "So what've you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing really. The new governor keeps us busy, but it's all fun. At least the fort's good and safe and-"

"Thomas, you've been really skitty since I've been back. Anythin' wrong?" John stepped a bit closer, leaning against the wall. Thomas only took a timid step back as he forced a laugh.

"Nothin's wrong, John." He could very well understand John's worrying. The entire day, Thomas had stood afar, staring at John and Pocahontas. He knew his face was probably burning with jealousy, no matter how much he had tried to conceal it.

'John probably saw that…..' Thomas couldn't help the sad smile, 'He's probably thinking that I'm jealous over him and Pocahontas….'

"Really? I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me and Pocahontas all day with the look of a jealous man." John kept his voice a bit nonchalant as he glanced at Thomas. The red haired man had become silent as he stared at the ground. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at John and put on another of his fake smiles.

"It's alright," He said with difficulty, "It's not that I'm jealous over the two of you. I mean, while I am a bit lonely, it's not as though I love her." I love you…..

"Her? Thomas, you had barely looked at Pocahontas the entire evening." Thomas felt his wide eyes stare at John in shock, "Most of the time, I felt your eyes on me. Much like how they are now." Thomas found John Smith's beautiful blue eyes staring straight into him. Blushing once again, Thomas took a step back. He was mirrored by John.

"Thomas, you were looking at me all day with this intense look." There was another step, echoed by a heavier set, "That look that men often get when they see something they want being taken away- with jealousy and fear and bittersweet sadness." To Thomas, the words sounded like poetry in his ringing ears. What was John doing? The man found his back pressed against a hard tree, the rifle in his hand forgotten.

"John…. I….." Thomas started. Alas, his voice faltered as he found the body that he so wanted to touch was within arm's reach. No, now it was pressed up against him. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the chest of John, of the one he so direly lusted for.

He felt the hard calloused hand gently touch his chin, lifting the face upwards. Thomas felt his stomach twist and turn in several directions as a pounding sound echoed throughout his ears.

"John..." He whispered just as those lips came in contact with his. Inhaling sharply, Thomas immediately pressed his lips hungrily against John's. And much to his delighted surprise the man responded by pressing back just as hungrily. Moaning into it, Thomas felt a fiery passion that he had only experienced in his dreams. His arms shakily moved on their own, trailing over John's strong hips and to his back, where he clutched the shirt to keep himself standing.

However, John pressed his hips into Thomas' pinning the younger man against the tree. Opening his mouth, Thomas was about to say a few words, but John's tongue entered it, sending the red head into quite the lustful moan. It felt so delicious as the muscle trailed over his teeth and gums, leaving Thomas' knees weak.

Finally, John was merciful and released Thomas from his passionate kiss. Grinning, the man's lips traveled once again toward Thomas' face. But instead of catching the lips, he caught the nape of the neck, sending awkward moans and pleas chasing out of Thomas' throat.

"J-John….." He gasped into the night air just as the large hands began to trail across his waist and stomach.

"Shhhh….." He murmured against the skin, his tongue slowly dragging along it. Thomas gasped, squirming as John pulled back slightly, "We'll both enjoy this." He whispered as he gently took Thomas into his arms and laid him on the ground. The blushing man nodded, his eyes half closed as his heavy breathing was the only reply. John chuckled as he kissed Thomas' lips once more, his hands sliding underneath the green shirt to gently caress the skin.

Moaning, Thomas arched his back to the pleasurable touches, his hands gripping John's arms. Soon, the older man smoothly stripped the two of them. Now shirtless and free to the night air, Thomas' sensitive skin was all for the taking to John's lips, hands, and tongue. The red head panted and squirmed on the dirty ground, very much enjoying the special attention from John Smith, the man of his dreams and nightmares.

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I hope you enjoyed! Yes, I know, it's left off so evilly, buanana!