The last time he'd heard such anger in a person's words, he been slapped in the face, had his toe stomped on and pushed into the harbor. Luckily, there was no harbor, but they were in a much more compromising situation.
Thomas was obviously ticked. Anyone with a brain could figure that much out by the contemptuous gnawing of his own tongue and the quirked eyebrow – an expression you'd never expect from a boy so sweet and kind. "How is it strange?" He inquired. He'd sat back on John's legs, now on his thighs rather than straddling his waist – Thomas straddling. Even the thought made his groin ache.
"Thomas," John began, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. The redhead thrust him on his back again, making it very hard to see what he was doing – which when he was in the middle of shoving his foot in his mouth, he's very much prefer to see what the other was attempting to do, especially in such a good position to inflict some real damage. "You know what I meant,"
"I'm afraid I don't." Thomas snapped back. "You'll have to explain it to me. Exactly what's so odd about Pocahontas choosing Nakoma to be her partner when she becomes chief?"
"Well…" John attempted to sit up again only to be roughly pressed against the bed once more – had this been any other situation, he would have been incredibly aroused, but he was scared out of his wits. "What I mean is, they're both woman-"
"SO!" Thomas slammed his hand down so hard John's chest that it knocked the wind out of him. "We're both men!"
"Thomas." John managed to prop himself up on his shoulders fast enough to stop Thomas' assaulting hand and sit up fully, and pressed the boys wrists together, managing to hold him bound with one hand, stroking his face with the free hand. The redhead struggled and attempted to bite his hand on a few occasions, but stopped dead when John kissed him.
While not to flatter himself (too much), John new exactly what his kisses did to the younger man, and he relaxed almost instantly. This reminded him of a raging bear being injected with sleeping darts. Not that Thomas could ever possibly be compared to such a vicious creature, no, he was more of a kitten. And not even a wild kitten, mind you, a sweet, shy little housecat.
Once they parted, John looked him dead in the eye. "Thomas, that isn't what I meant. I mean that I didn't expect her to choose…"
"Anyone but you." Thomas finished for him. This took John by surprise, how absolutely dead-on he was. "You expected her to choose you."
"…Thomas,"
"And you would have gone back there. You would have gone back there and taken that position, wouldn't you!"
"Thomas,"
"And you would have left me alone, not caring about me! I knew this would happen, I'm just some quick shag to you, aren't I!"
"Thomas."
"Do you even know what would happen to me if you left! I could never… I couldn't live if you weren't here!"
"Thomas!"
The redhead stopped in mid-rampage. He looked down at John and snarled. "What?"
"I would have turned her down in a second." John informed him simply. When Thomas seemed confused, John elaborated, "I would have told her that I couldn't leave you. That you were my world now. While at one point I may have…" he paused. "… had strong feelings for her, that now you are all that I could possibly want."
Thomas remained silent for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. John was about to call his attention back, when his mouth was rather preoccupied with Thomas'. After a moment, Thomas pulled away and smiled, slightly breathless. "You'd better not be lying. I am in a very good position to deal with lies right now."
John grinned and kissed his forehead. "I realize that. And that's why I couldn't possibly be lying."
