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It was 12 o'clock at night; Jimmy was sat in his room, fidgeting nervously whilst planning out in his head what he was going to tell Thomas that night. Everything in his head sounded stupid, how could he go and tell Thomas he wanted him after all this time he'd pushed him away. But on the other hand he knew that Thomas would probably understand after all, they were holding hands that afternoon and Thomas seemed overjoyed. Jimmy went to his door, opening it slightly and looking out for any of the other servants on manoeuvres. With a second check for any snooping servants Jimmy crept across the corridor to Thomas' room, popping his head round the door to find Thomas sat on his bed twiddling his thumbs.

"Mr Barrow, I've came for that word" stated Jimmy,

"Yes, so I see" Thomas looked up and smiled. Jimmy closed the door and joined Thomas on the bed so they were side by side absorbing the warmth radiated by one another.

Jimmy gazed intently at Thomas, taking in his all handsome features,

"Do you still love me Mr Barrow?" he asked,

"Do you want me to James?" Thomas asked curiously.

"I think so" Jimmy murmured softly,

"Jimmy of course I still love you, I always will, I can't help but love you and I think even if I could help it I wouldn't stop"

I'm glad, I'm really glad because the truth is you make me feel…different…inside, you make me feel special, you make my heart race and you look at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world to you"

"You are the only thing in the world that matters to me Jimmy"

"Can I kiss you?" asked Jimmy, leaning in closer towards Thomas' face, Thomas nodded in consent, Jimmy closed the small gap and pressed his lips to Thomas' in a chaste, delicate kiss. Thomas felt his heart flutter in delight.

"I'm not okay with this, I don't even know what this is Mr Barrow but its how I feel and I need you to help me through it"

"Of course, I'd be honoured to"

"I don't know what it is about you Thomas Barrow but you've got me all confused inside. I wish I accepted it but it's difficult"

"It's ok Jimmy, most men like us feel like that, we might be a little different but there's no need to be ashamed"

"No, I'm not like those men…I…it's just you…there hasn't been anyone, no women, no men, no-one that's ever made me feel the way you do. It's not like your one in a long list"

"I'm glad"

"What about you then? Have you been with many? I wouldn't be surprised"
"Less than you might think actually boy" said Thomas raising an eyebrow at Jimmy jokingly, "there was George when I was 15, Antony when I was 18, the Duke of Crowborough when I was about your age and then…. Edward" Thomas finished as a tear welled in his eye.

"Was Edward your true love, Mr Barrow?" said Jimmy softly reaching out to hold Thomas' hands in his, relishing the softness.

"No, I don't think so, I did love him though"

"Then who was?"

"You. Jimmy, it will always be you"

Jimmy smiled and brought Thomas hands to his lips, caressing the skin softly, the glove on the bad hand was an obstacle and as Jimmy began to feel away the leathery material he felt Thomas flinch away,

"Don't" said Thomas, an ashamed look in his eyes,

"Please" said Jimmy, continuing to remove the glove. Once removed he inhaled sharply, "Oh my God, Thomas"

"Please Jimmy, don't look at it, I'm ashamed of myself"

"Don't be, your hand saved you"
"How do you know?"
"I just do" Jimmy kissed the lumpy scar "Thank you hand"

"What? You're mad, why are you thanking my hand"

"For saving you, you numpty" joked Jimmy,

Thomas smiled and pulled Jimmy close into a warm embrace, burying his head into the crook of Jimmy's neck,

"Jimmy you've no idea how long I've wanted to do this for"

"Do what?"

"Hold you" said Thomas, laying down on the bed and instructing Jimmy to rest his head onto Thomas' chest, Jimmy smiled and lay down his head listening to the thudding rhythmic heart beat of the beautiful man below him. Thomas pulled the covers over them both, stopping at Jimmy's neck.

"Good night Mr Barrow" said Jimmy sweetly,

Thomas kissed his golden locks and whispered into his ear,

"Good night James, sweet dreams"

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