ZEDD
I look up as the girl hurries through, bids us all goodbye in a rush and flies out the front door. I could almost swear I smelled tears from her, but I can't understand why as I couldn't hear their conversation. Quickly, I rise and head for the kitchen to see what's got her so emotional and Thomas so…well I don't know. All I know is I don't have a name for what Thomas is feeling right now and it's concerning me.
He's sitting there looking stunned. I can smell her faintly on him, but it's not enough to trigger the possessiveness. "Thomas? Are you all right?"
A single tear trickles down his cheek even as he smiles slightly. In a moment, I'm at his side, gently wiping away the moisture. His voice is choked as he starts, "She said-" He swallows hard and tries again. "She said that she was proud of me - that I was a real hero and not in a Ranger sort of way." What? That's what has him so worked up?
"She's right" I agree, not understanding the issue as apparently what she's told him so far is nothing that no one already doesn't know.
He sounds amazed as he continues. "It mattered to her that I did it." It? Suddenly realizing what he's referring to, I shake my head still not understanding his shock. "I did something that mattered to someone. Me - not as a Ranger, but just as me."
"I have no doubt that it'll matter to the other patients, too, Thomas, whether or not they realize it. You did something very important - for you and for them." I'm not quite sure what he's having trouble grasping about it. "I just don't understand why you're so surprised over it. You do great things for many people all the time, I understand that this was much more personal because of how you were involved, but still."
He shakes his head. "No, Zedd, you don't get it. Everything good and important I've done has always been as a Ranger. This - is different." No, it's not.
"I certainly don't want to bring you down from what you're feeling, but I highly doubt that, love. Just because something doesn't seem important to you doesn't mean that it isn't to someone else. You have and will do many great things that matter, just you, not as a Ranger, but just Thomas. You're a good man at heart, love, and nothing will ever change that."
Smiling a bit more, he lays his hand over my heart. "So are you, Zedd." I can't help but laugh at that. "You are. You just don't have the impulse control to stop yourself from doing the…less good things." That's one way to put it I suppose.
I shrug. "Sometimes the less good things are more fun - and satisfying. Besides, I trust you to be my heart and conscience. Even if I don't like you stopping me from acting up at times so to speak, I trust your judgment enough to know to listen to you."
"You need to start making those calls for yourself."
"Maybe in another couple hundred years" I offer with a grin. "Do you want to come back in the other room for a while?"
He thinks on this for a minute. "I think what I really want is some alone time with you."
I smirk. "Oh really?"
I can see that he knows where my mind has gone, which isn't surprising as that's where it typically is where he and I are concerned. "We might get to that too eventually. Right now, I just want us to hold each other, maybe some kissing."
He's still in a fairly mellow mood, close to what he was when I was holding him after his nap earlier and I have to say I have no desire to spoil it. "I'd like that. You lead, love. I'll follow."
He stands up, takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly. I pull him closer but don't try and deepen the kiss, much like the day he surprised me in my office. After a few minutes of this, he eases back, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen. He addresses the group in the living room. "Guys, I've had enough for today. We're going upstairs. See you in the morning."
Deed follows word and we head up, some good natured teasing following us. By now he's learned that I prefer not to dress for bed and since he's not so skittish now, I usually don't bother. Not to mention it makes it quicker if we do decide to have some fun. But now I'm unsure, considering mating definitely isn't what he's after at the moment. Before I can ask, he turns to me. "Get comfortable, mate."
Thomas heads into the bathroom as I strip out of my clothes and turn down the bed. I take my own turn and come back to find him sitting up on the bed, obviously waiting for me. I climb in and settle against the headboard. Not long after that, he's snuggled into my arms, sighing in contentment and I have to agree with his earlier statement. It's nice not to have anything wrong at the moment and no urgent needs of any kind to be met.
We're quiet for a long time, just enjoying each other's presence. He's still dressed in the T-shirt and sweatpants he slept in earlier and I must say despite missing the skin to skin contact, he does look rather becoming when dressed down as he is now. I slip my hand under his shirt and start rubbing his back lightly. He runs his hand over my chest in a relaxing way and then tilts his head back for a kiss. Happily, I oblige him and quickly lose track of time.
At some point, I manage to rid him of his shirt, preferring the feel of his skin against mine now that I can't simply lay and look at him due to our lazy bit of activity. Beyond that though, I continue to restrain myself as he doesn't seem to want to move to anything more. I find that I actually don't mind. As a youth, I wasn't as interested in this sort of thing, focus much more on getting off as often as I could, rather than the 'fine points' so to speak. After that, well, it was about mutual satisfaction and not much more. For all my knowledge of techniques and positions and ways to play, he's actually teaching me just as much if not more about how to go about things when there's real feelings involved.
Thomas' lips and hands start to wander a bit, the caresses making me sigh softly. I slide my hands along his skin in long strokes over his back finally settling on his hips. I tug gently on him, pleased when he moves to straddle me even as he continues to work my neck and shoulder. He nips at a sensitive spot on my neck that he'd found in the past. I tilt my head letting him have his way. Lightly, he rocks against me and I groan. He captures my mouth again as he lightly runs his nails down my chest. He keeps up his attentions. If he wasn't wearing those damn pants, all it would take is for him to lift up and I could be in him right now.
As if he heard my thoughts, he moves just enough to divest himself of the remaining clothes before returning to his prior position. My hands coast over his newly bared skin, kneading and caressing as I wait to find out what he wants to do next. Several minutes later, I think anyway, he presses his mouth to mine once more even as he moves me into position and slowly takes me all the way in. For the first time since we came up here, he deepens the kiss, not moving on me yet. And by the hells, he's still so tight - almost as tight as the first time I took him. No, that's not right - the first time he let me have him.
It's all I can do not to tighten my hands on him or thrust up into him but I did tell him I'd follow him tonight. Finally, finally he moves, oh so slowly lifting himself up even as his tongue strokes mine sensually. Just as I'm sure he's going to lose me, he stops, holding himself above me and with me just barely inside him. He takes my arms and wraps them around his waist, slides his own around my neck and locks his mouth on mine, the kiss suddenly turning heated as he drops his body down on me hard and fast, burying me deep in him in less than half a second. Our loud moans are swallowed by the other's mouth and he repeats the sequence - slow up and powerful down. Each movement causes his inner muscles to flex and clench on me different ways and it's fantastic.
I have a feeling that one of us is going to lose control long before the other, but I'm not sure who it will be and truthfully at this point, I'm not sure I care. Either way, neither of us will go to sleep unsatisfied. My thoughts are interrupted when he changes the rhythm, riding me hard and fast and wildly, whimpering into my mouth. I start to move my hand to his front to help him when he suddenly slams down hard one last time, body tightening as he reaches his peak.
Knowing that he needs a minute for his nerves to settle before he can move again, I lightly stroke his hair and back, trying to be patient in spite of my own clamoring hormones. He rests his forehead against my shoulder as he waits. The wait allows me to back away from the edge a bit. Eventually, he raises his head and kisses me quickly. He whispers in my ear the first words since we settled on the bed, "However you want it, Zedd. Go ahead."
I lean back slightly so that I can see his face even as I feel the bond. Trust, love and no fear at all. Still, I decide to keep things semi familiar so that he can enjoy something a little new. In a minute, I've rolled us so that he's on his back. Without dislodging myself from his depths, I pull myself up to my knees, keeping him tight against me. Locking eyes with him, I pull his legs over my shoulders. Seeing nothing but curiosity in his reassures me and I settle my hands on his hips.
I draw back a bit before pressing in again, going just slightly deeper than I have before. He moans softly. After a few more repetitions, I shift a bit, leaning over him and pressing his legs back into his chest and start thrusting in earnest, deeper in him than I've ever been. His own pleasure is evident, both in his stiff flesh and his very vocal wordless encouragement. Thought is no longer an option as need takes over and I begin to - as the humans would say - pound him into the mattress. He suddenly cries out, adding to the mess already on us and launching me into my own release.
