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Author's note: Thanks, as always, to the wonderful, wonderful Mandi for making this coherent. And I know it's weird. It's going to get weirder, sorta. I'm post something called Grocery Store Etiquette on fictionpress.net tonight and recommend it to everyone. Cashiers, please don't kill me for it.
He was tired, being shuffled into the warm, friendly house. He winced as he stepped inside, the warmth and love he could feel outside was nothing compared to what he felt when he was drawn across the threshold, still wrapped in his love's arms. It was painful, so very painful, but he would rather die than flinch away.
He shuddered when those arms fell away from him. Tommy realized that is was only to go find him something dry to wear, his own clothes were dirty, soggy and cold, but it had taken so much courage to come here at all... losing the contact was almost enough to break him.
Thankfully, Jason was back soon enough with a fuzzy bathrobe and two mugs of hot chocolate. It was oddly comforting, that little touch of love that could warm his clammy hand. It tasted of a goodness he had forgotten. He couldn't quite tell if it came from his childhood moments when that was all it took to cheer him up or because Jason had touched the mug and powder in preparation and his goodness had seeped into that.
He was warmed, dry, as the tender hands slipped back the robe and began tending to his sore body, flayed with wounds he had acquired since the Night. It made something stir in his soul. A warmth he thought he could never touch again fluttered to life within him, coming from his love's gentle, healing hands, glowing softly now as any pain they caused him dimmed away.
Tommy found himself arching into that touch, though Jason was merely inspecting his wounds. He wanted to feel that warmth again, needed to feel it. A tender smile met his hesitant gaze, and the curved lips descended covering his own, physical healing was forgotten, a more important healing had begun.
He was tired, tired of being cold, tired of being frozen inside. Maybe that's why Tommy kissed back, why he let his love cover his body with his own, opening the robe fully to exposed the chill, bare skin and kissing him... kissing him.
Jason sprinkled kisses all over his face and as much of his body as possible while still covering him. He barely left an inch of unmarked by the warm inviting lips. His body warmed where their skin touched, heating flesh Tommy had thought would be frozen forever.
He shuddered as hands joined the lips and skin caressing him, bringing him back to life, real life. He had to suck in a gasp of air as the pleasure of simply being touched, being loved, overwhelmed him. It felt so good, almost good to the point of being surreal.
He was warmed, his body refusing to cool even when the contact receded. They stumbled along the hallway holding hands, kissing and touching until they made it to the bedroom. Soon their skin was completely bare and every possible millimetre was pressed tightly together.
He could think of nothing but fusing them together, and then nothing as Jason possessed him, melding them as Tommy had wanted so badly. Fire ran through his veins, fuelled by his love's own flames, heating to the point of pain. He did not care. He wanted this. Needed it.
He was tired but surrendering so completely to Jason, his love, gave him more than any amount of rest ever could.
Author's note: Thanks, as always, to the wonderful, wonderful Mandi for making this coherent. And I know it's weird. It's going to get weirder, sorta. I'm post something called Grocery Store Etiquette on fictionpress.net tonight and recommend it to everyone. Cashiers, please don't kill me for it.
He was tired, being shuffled into the warm, friendly house. He winced as he stepped inside, the warmth and love he could feel outside was nothing compared to what he felt when he was drawn across the threshold, still wrapped in his love's arms. It was painful, so very painful, but he would rather die than flinch away.
He shuddered when those arms fell away from him. Tommy realized that is was only to go find him something dry to wear, his own clothes were dirty, soggy and cold, but it had taken so much courage to come here at all... losing the contact was almost enough to break him.
Thankfully, Jason was back soon enough with a fuzzy bathrobe and two mugs of hot chocolate. It was oddly comforting, that little touch of love that could warm his clammy hand. It tasted of a goodness he had forgotten. He couldn't quite tell if it came from his childhood moments when that was all it took to cheer him up or because Jason had touched the mug and powder in preparation and his goodness had seeped into that.
He was warmed, dry, as the tender hands slipped back the robe and began tending to his sore body, flayed with wounds he had acquired since the Night. It made something stir in his soul. A warmth he thought he could never touch again fluttered to life within him, coming from his love's gentle, healing hands, glowing softly now as any pain they caused him dimmed away.
Tommy found himself arching into that touch, though Jason was merely inspecting his wounds. He wanted to feel that warmth again, needed to feel it. A tender smile met his hesitant gaze, and the curved lips descended covering his own, physical healing was forgotten, a more important healing had begun.
He was tired, tired of being cold, tired of being frozen inside. Maybe that's why Tommy kissed back, why he let his love cover his body with his own, opening the robe fully to exposed the chill, bare skin and kissing him... kissing him.
Jason sprinkled kisses all over his face and as much of his body as possible while still covering him. He barely left an inch of unmarked by the warm inviting lips. His body warmed where their skin touched, heating flesh Tommy had thought would be frozen forever.
He shuddered as hands joined the lips and skin caressing him, bringing him back to life, real life. He had to suck in a gasp of air as the pleasure of simply being touched, being loved, overwhelmed him. It felt so good, almost good to the point of being surreal.
He was warmed, his body refusing to cool even when the contact receded. They stumbled along the hallway holding hands, kissing and touching until they made it to the bedroom. Soon their skin was completely bare and every possible millimetre was pressed tightly together.
He could think of nothing but fusing them together, and then nothing as Jason possessed him, melding them as Tommy had wanted so badly. Fire ran through his veins, fuelled by his love's own flames, heating to the point of pain. He did not care. He wanted this. Needed it.
He was tired but surrendering so completely to Jason, his love, gave him more than any amount of rest ever could.