AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! I finally finished this chapter after SOOOOO many weeks since chapter 2 lol. Besides this story, I have a few other stories in the works, including a book series that focuses on Escaping the Big Top with three other books, A Railway Show, and an Adventure Book that focuses on Aurora and her new life on Sodor so I've been a bit more focused on those...I'm also working on a one-shot sequel to A Sacrifice For Those You Love so...yeah lol Been very busy with those and, of course, with work and college. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter for this is my first time writing a Smut scene so I hope it turned out great for my first time for this story will have quite a few smut scenes that I can't wait to type up lol. As always, PLEASE don't leave any bad reviews for they can hurt an author's feelings, especially after putting some much time and love into the stories they want to share with the world. And PLEASE don't leave reviews that are the same as other reviews. Thank you and I hope all you wonderful viewers have a great day!
Disclaimer: Thomas and Friends characters belong to Mattel (They still suck XP) while other characters belong to me
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A young male, around the age of 15, hummed softly as he carried a silver tray laden with a golden, bejeweled goblet of wine, a plate of smoked perch, leeks, and a bowl of dates. The male has short chocolate brown hair and stunning sapphire eyes. He only wore a simple white schenti and basic brown sandals. The sounds of drums, a shepherd's pipe, harp, and cymbals echoed within the Egyptian palace as servants did their daily chores. The male blushed softly as he pushed some long leaves aside, stepping into a magnificent bedroom.
Massive pillars with carved pictures of snakes were on each side of the massive room, a small set of stairs that led to a large balcony. Beautiful red satin silk hung down from each side of the archway that led towards the balcony. A large bed, the frame made of pure gold and containing carvings of the Eye of Horus and scarab beetles, as well as symbols of the gods and goddesses of Egypt, stood proud. The footboard and headboard contained exquisite carvings of snakes, the eyes of reddest topaz, and scales of silver. Lapis lazuli and emeralds adorned the bedpost carvings of scarab beetles. A matching daybed stood on the other side of the room, beautiful blue and purple pillows of silk laying on it. Colorful fabrics of those same colors hung around the bed, stunning jewel tones and metallics dominating the palette. Various carved chests, tables, and wardrobes, traced with gold accents, dotted the room. A few friezes hung on the walls, each one telling stories of different myths and folklores.
The male gulped as he saw a taller male entering the room from the balcony. His eyes are a stunning red that shone like rubies and his hair black as coal with vibrant red streaks. His body is well built, and the outlines of his muscles easily visible with strong 6-pack abs. Around his waist are a red half pleated kilt pleated section down the front of it and a black trimming. Around his shoulders was a leopard skin that hung down like a cape with a lion tail hanging from his belt. Golden cuff bracelets were on each wrist, the image of Wadjet carved into each cuff. Around his upper right arm, a golden snake bracelet with rubies for eyes rested and glistened in the light. Around his neck and shoulders was a gold Usekh collar, each end having a snake head with rubies for eyes. The collar was wide, most of it made out of gold with colored stone beads filling the entire middle.
"I-I brought you your lunch, my pharaoh." The servant said softly, slowly getting on his knees and holding the tray towards the pharaoh.
The loud hissing was heard as the servant flinched slightly, looking towards the balcony. Two large king cobras slowly slithered towards the servant, their bodies black as night with white stripes. Their heads were raised, eyes fixed on the servant with their neck flaps spread. The servant gulped quietly as he looked down, waiting for the cobras to get to him.
"Enough."
The servant shivered from hearing the pharaoh's smooth voice, feeling his face burn slightly before looking at the cobras. Both snakes hissed at the pharaoh before slithering off. Keeping his eyes on the snakes, the servant froze when he felt a presence near him and looked up. The pharaoh stared down at the servant, eyeing him and enjoying how uncomfortable he was making the servant.
"Put it on the table there." The Pharaoh ordered, watching the servant scurry over to a small table.
Quickly setting the tray on the table, the servant took a shaky step and turned around, only to bump into something. The servant gasped when he looked up at the pharaoh, his hands resting on his chest. "I-I-I'm s-sorry, P-Pharoah!" The servant stuttered, tears falling knowing that he was about to be executed. "I-I-It was an accident! Please…s-spare me, Pharaoh…" He pleaded, slowly going down on his knees.
The servant yelped softly when he felt the pharaoh grab his arm, keeping him standing. The servant clenched his eyes shut, tears falling knowing that he had signed his death sentence. He winced when he felt his back hit a wall, only to blush when he felt the pharaoh pressing his body against his own.
"What is your name?" The pharaoh asked quietly, his warm breath washing over the servant's face.
The servant felt his face burn fiercely, the smells of spices and incense washing over him in a calming and arousing way. "T-Thomas…" He said softly, his voice trembling as he slowly opened his eyes.
Thomas stared at the pharaoh's brilliant ruby eyes, feeling himself get lost in the pools of red. He would be lying to himself if he didn't find the Son of Ra attractive, everyone in Egypt did. He protected Egypt from many invaders, saving everyone within their kingdom, and he had very faint scars to prove it. Truth be told, Thomas had found himself smitten with the pharaoh, always secretly wishing he was the Pharaoh's only one.
"Say my name." The Pharaoh hummed, pressing his body closer to Thomas.
I-I'm just a s-servant…" Thomas gulped quietly, forcing himself to not remain calm. "I-I shouldn't s-say your n-na-"
"Say my name." The pharaoh demanded lowly, slowly wrapping his fingers around Thomas' neck and squeezing it.
Thomas gulped quietly, feeling the pressure against his neck increase. "J-James…" He breathed out, feeling a blush form on his cheeks. The way the pharaoh easily overpowered him made him feel weak, vulnerable…alive.
James hummed softly, a sly smirk forming on his face as his other hand slowly moved down Thomas' body. "Does the servant enjoy being choked?" He purred lowly, tightening his grip on Thomas' neck.
"Y-Yes…" Thomas choked out quietly, the blush on his face.
"And do you enjoy feeling weak under the Pharaoh's dominance?" James asked softly, his lips near Thomas' ear.
"Y-Yes…P-Phar-James." Thomas breathed out, his body trembling from the tone of James' voice.
"Does my servant dream of being ravished by the Son of Ra?" James cooed softly, biting Thomas' earlobe.
A choked moan escaped from Thomas' mouth, his face completely red as a wave of pleasure shot throughout his body. "I-I do…J-James…~" He moaned softly.
James chuckled huskily, loving the way Thomas easily melts with every touch he does. He hummed softly in Thomas' ear, easily ripping away the simple white kilt he wore. Thomas shivered slightly as the breeze from his kilt being removed hit him, feeling aroused. Thomas clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to look at James, feeling embarrassed being exposed to the pharaoh. He knew his body was frail, his siblings were a lot stronger than he was. He didn't find himself attractive towards anyone, especially to the Pharaoh. James smirked as he eyed Thomas up and down, enjoying how his body seemed pale, despite working in the sun. He noticed how Thomas seemed a bit weak, but he enjoyed seeing Thomas like this. Licking his lips slowly, James gently bit down on Thomas' neck, easily placing his hand over the hard-on the servant got.
Thomas gasped shakily as he lurched forward, pressing his bare chest against James'. He shivered from how hot James' body felt compared to himself, feeling comfort from the warmth and wanting to stay within it. Hesitantly, he slowly placed his hands against James' abs, biting his lip from feeling that hard mass of pure muscle. Gliding his tongue over Thomas' pale neck, he sucked on the soft skin, grinding his teeth against it. Pulling away, he smirked as he looked at the dark bruise that was forming on the servant's neck. With his free hand, James firmly grabbed Thomas' swollen member, rubbing his palm over the head before slowly pumping the shaft. The sounds Thomas was making and the way he squirmed from his touch caused James to smirk at him with lust, his own member twitching from listening to the breathless moans.
P-Please…J-James…" Thomas begged, slowly opening his eyes to look at James. "I-I need…"
"What do you need?" James teased huskily, slowly trailing his tongue over Thomas' collar bone.
"I-I…n-need…you…" Thomas moaned, a thin trail of drool sliding down from the corner of his mouth.
Every single touch rattled his nerves, making him feel more aroused and desperate to feel James inside him.
"Want me how?" James growled lowly, letting go of Thomas' swollen member before grinding against him slowly.
"I-In me…!" Thomas begged, his legs feeling like jelly as he desperately grabbed James' arm.
James hummed softly as he grinded against his servant for a little longer, loving how easily he overpowered the smaller male. True he has done this to multiple servants, but Thomas was special. He actually felt passionate about this servant, more so than any others. Mostly he would just use them for his own enjoyment before sending them away but with Thomas, he wants him to himself only. Watching how the slightest touch sent Thomas almost over the edge, the way his moans were music to his ears, and his sapphire eyes. Dark blue eyes that James could stare into until Anubis could take him to the Underworld. He didn't find himself attractive towards anyone, and yet this one servant had stolen his heart. James hummed softly as he eyed Thomas, loving the way the servant squirmed under every touch.
Staring at the servant, James smirked as he slowly slid his tongue over the smooth skin, sliding his teeth over Thomas' collar bone. Thomas moaned and panted, shakily reaching up to grab James' arms. Every touch felt like fire on his skin, his arousal increasing from the Pharaoh's touch. Hearing the servant's moans was music to James' each, each moan getting him aroused.
"Does the mouse enjoy being dominated by his Pharaoh?" James asked huskily in Thomas' ear, biting down on the pale neck with more force.
"Y-Yes…" Thomas moaned, grabbing his arms as tightly as he could.
"Do you want to be dominated?" James cooed, rubbing the palm of his hand against Thomas' twitching member.
"Y-Yes" Thomas panted softly, a thin line of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth.
James chuckled softly, sliding his tongue over the pale skin before sucking on the cool flesh. Each mew and moan fueled the fire burning in James' body, wanting to listen to it till the end of time. Grinding his teeth against the love bite, he slowly moves his free hand from Thomas's member, grabbing the shaft before pumping it. Thomas gasped softly and arched his back, pressing his body against the hard mass of muscle that was James' body. Small whimpers escaped Thomas' mouth, slowly thrusting his hips to match James' speed. All of this was too much but he didn't care. He wanted to be consumed by this feeling, never wanting to leave James' side. He knew James would have to get a queen one day, to produce the next heir, but he wanted to be James' only one.
"Enjoying this, are we?" James teased, moving his hand faster before biting down on Thomas' collar bone.
"P-Please…" Thomas moaned, leaning his head back and panting hard.
"Please, what?" James hummed, slowly sliding his tongue up Thomas' neck.
"I-I…I want…ngh…" Thomas moaned as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling more drool slowly slide out of his mouth.
"Want what?" James asked lowly in a teasing way.
He was enjoying teasing his servant like this, slowly moving his hand up and down Thomas' shaft and moving his palm over the head. Lifting his head up, James studied Thomas' face, smirking when he saw how red it was. The way his mouth was opened slightly, the thin line of drool hanging down from the corner of his mouth was attracting James. His eyes, his beautiful sapphire pools were glazed over and James knew that Thomas was his to control. Sure he has had his way with other servants but they were just for his entertainment. Tools he used to satisfy his needs. Thomas, however, was a servant that only he was allowed to touch. Anyone he finds below him touches his pale servant, he will personally make sure Anubis takes them to the underworld.
"I-I want…ngh…you i-in…a-ahhh…me…" Thomas choked out, shakily holding his arms tight as he thrust against James' hand. "I-I need you in me…"
James smirked as he slowly slid his tongue over his upper lip, an action that Thomas easily saw. The look of want and lust easily was shown on James' face as he slowly slid his tongue across Thomas' cheek. Letting go of his neck, James lifted Thomas' face up with his finger before kissing him roughly. Thomas' moans were muffled as he felt his knees start to cave, his hands on James' muscular arms his only support in keeping him standing. His body felt hot as fire as he let James dominate him. The way his tongue explored his mouth, his weak body pressed against the wall of muscles, and the hand that was getting him closer to his peak was too much for him. Every nerve sends shocks throughout his body, every touch feeling like needle pricks. He never wanted this to end, he wanted his Pharaoh to only have him. He wants to be the obedient servant under the Son of Ra, doing his every command to make him happy.
"J-James…!" Thomas moaned against James' warm lips. "I-I lov-"
Thomas shot up in his bed, face red and panting hard as he wiped the drool from his mouth. Looking around, he noticed he was in his room, the moon shining brightly outside. Several books of ancient Egypt were opened and laid on his bed, along with a notebook and a pen. Thomas whimpered when he felt his hard-on throbbing from the wet dream he just had, feeling the wet spot that was forming in his pajama pants.
"Lady damn it…" Thomas sighed softly, slowly getting out of his bed and entering his bathroom, and turning the light on.
Turning his sink on, Thomas splashed some cold water onto his face and tried to calm himself down. He felt embarrassed masturbating, even though Percy told him that it's natural, and was afraid someone might see him. Wincing in pain at his hard-on throb, Thomas took a deep breath and slid his hand into his pants. Closing his eyes, he covered his mouth with his free hand and started to rub his shaft. He tries his best to cover his moans, closing his eyes as he recalls his dream. He could still feel James' touches, the way his body burned, and yearn for the other male. Moaning loudly into his hand, Thomas leaned his head back as he came. Panting hard, Thomas slowly uncovered his mouth and pulled his hand out of his pants. Embarrassed, he put his hand under the cold water, watching the white substance slowly leave his hand and down the drain.
Turning the water off, he dried his hands and left the bathroom after turning the light off. He was glad the moon was full, providing enough light for him to walk toward his bed without tripping. He quietly moved all the books, notebooks, and pens onto the floor before climbing back into bed. Burying himself under the covers, he moved towards his bedside table and grabbed his phone. He took the charger out and unlocked his phone.
3:25 am
Thomas bit his lip as he scrolled through his contacts. He knew it was early but he also knew that they would be waking up soon. Pressing a name, he moved the blanket over his head and held the phone close to his ear.
Rrriiinnnggg…
Rrriiinnnggg…
Rrriiinnnggg…
A soft sigh came from a bed, and an arm slid out from under the covers. A hand gently felt around the bedside table before grabbing the phone.
Lifting his head, Edward turned his phone on and looked at the screen, seeing his youngest brother's name on the caller ID. He felt a strong, muscular arm wrap around his waist before he was pulled against a well-toned chest. Edward smiled warmly as he put his arm over the muscular arm lovingly wrapped around him, before answering his phone.
"Is everything alright, Thomas?" Edward asked with a yawn, burying himself under the blankets again.
T: "y-yeah…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you and Henry up…"
"It's alright, Thomas." Edward hummed softly, stretching his legs to wake himself up, lest he falls asleep again. "We were about to wake up, anyway." He yawned as he sat up, turning the lamp on. Letting his eyes adjust to the blinding white, he rubbed the back of his neck, which was adorned with hickeys, which spread to his shoulders, and collarbones, easily noticeable against his pale skin. Looking up, Edward hummed as he gently pets a golden retriever on the head, the dog looking at him from his spot on the bed.
T: Can…can I talk to you right now…?
"Is everything alright?" Edward asked in a concerned voice, gently putting his hand on the muscular arm resting around his waist before caressing it.
T: Y-yeah but, I need your advice…
"Of course, Thomas." Edward said softly as he watched the other male climb out of bed. He bit his lip as he watched Henry stretch in front of him.
Henry was about the same height as Gordon, and just as muscular as the Express engine driver. His silver hair just reached the top of his broad shoulders. His chest muscles rippled gently with the movement, and Edward felt his cheeks burn with lust. Scratch marks covered Henry's back and shoulders, followed by the hickeys that decorated his neck.
"What is it you wanted to talk about?" Edward asked, focusing his attention back on the golden retriever as Henry entered his bathroom.
T: Well…what did you do when you were near Henry when you first got a crush on him?
"Well…" Edward replied thoughtfully. "It was... hard actually, for my heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't talk, let alone breathe." He said as he climbed out of the bed. "Even when I forced myself to try and remain calm, it was still pretty hard." He said as he put his underwear back on, followed by blue pajama pants. "Come on, Lucky." He called softly to the retriever before walking out of the room.
Lucky barked happily as he jumped off the bed, shaking his body before trotting after Edward. He whined happily as he bounced around the male, tail wagging hard enough to make his hips turn. Edward smiled as he held his phone near his head, walking down the stairs.
T: But what did you do to be comfortable around him?
"Mostly just started off with small talk." Edward hummed in thought as he entered the kitchen. "Like... asking him how his day was, his favorite things, simple stuff like that." He said as he used his shoulder to hold the phone against his ear. "Just do the same with James." He smiled warmly as he pulled out some food from the fridge.
T: …How did you know…?
"You came home yesterday, flustered and saying how you were going to his house tonight." Edward chuckled softly as he put the food down, turning his phone's speaker on. "I know you're nervous and scared, but everything will be alright. You just have to screw your courage to the sticking post, so to speak.
T: Sticking post? More like a signal. What if I do something embarrassing and James will think I'm weird…?
"I've been there, Thomas." Edward said softly, smiling warmly as he pulled out a frying pan. "Trust me, it's going to be hard at first, but once you both find a common ground, it'll be easier to talk to him." As he dug out a spatula, he added, teasingly "and no porkies, either! Just be honest, honesty and trust are important, as cliché as my advice may seem."
"Bark! Bark! Bark!" Lucky panted as he tapped his front paws on the floor excitedly, his metal bowl in front of him.
"I'm making your breakfast, Lucky." Edward chuckled softly as he picked the retriever's bowl up.
T: Hi Lucky!
Lucky barked happily as he stood on his hind legs, sniffing at the phone. He could hear Thomas, but couldn't see him, and he felt a little sad.
"Everything will be alright, Thomas." Edward said softly as he cracked a goose egg in Lucky's bowl. "Just be yourself."
T: I'll try…thank you, Edward.
"You're welcome." Edward smiled warmly, looking at his phone. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
T: No…I think I'm good. Thank you Edward. Love and you tell Henry once again I'm sorry…
Edward chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Thomas. I will. I love you too... and try to get some more sleep before school." He said teasingly. "You don't need another repeat of what happened when you mixed up maths, English, and history!"
T: Edward... I thought we weren't bringing that up again!
Edward chuckled. Thomas had attempted to cram a lot of revision in one night but was left embarrassed after submitting an English essay to his maths class, writing answers to a maths test in history, and giving a presentation on Alexander the Great in English.
He had yet to live that down.
"I mean it." Said Edward. "Now, be yourself tomorrow and sleep... preferably not in that order." He grinned.
T: I'll try.
Click
Edward sighed, smiling softly, knowing that Thomas was forcing himself to ask those questions. Adding some fresh meat and some fruits and veggies to the bowl, he picked it up and walked over to the spot next to Lucky's water bowl. Lucky trailed after him, tail wagging excitedly as he stared at the bowl.
"Wait." Edward said firmly, yet softly as he watched Lucky sit down.
Lucky whined as he watched Edward slowly put the bowl down, drool dripping out of his mouth. Keeping an eye on him, Edward smiled as he stood up straight and gently pet Lucky's head.
"Go." He said softly, walking over to the stove.
Without hesitation, Lucky dove his muzzle into the bowl, eating happily. Edward smiled and shook his head, hearing the metal bowl scraping against the floor followed by crunching. Humming softly, he cracked some eggs and started to fry him. He felt sorry for Thomas, knowing exactly what his youngest brother is going through. He knew about Thomas' crush on the social media user, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Flipping eggs over, he heard footsteps walking down the stairs followed by Lucky barking happily.
"Edward, have you seen my work clothes?"
"In the dryer. I had them…washed…" Edward stopped as he stared, feeling his cheeks burn.
Henry stood in the doorway to the kitchen, only a towel wrapped around his toned waist. Droplets of water slid down the firm muscles that covered his body as his soaked silver hair clung to his face. Under the kitchen light, the marks that he planted on Henry's body were easily visible, causing Edward's face to turn beet red (not that Henry found it a difficult task these days).
"Thanks, love." Henry smiled as he walked towards the washroom.
Edward smiled as he looked back at the eggs, the blush still visible on his face. "You'll be the death of me one day, love." He hummed softly as he put the eggs on a slice of bread.
"What was that?" Henry asked as he poked his head back into the kitchen.
"I said you'll be the death of me when you keep doing that." Edward chuckled softly as he put the egg sandwich on a plate.
"Doing what?" Henry asked in confusion as he tilted his head. Edward thought he looked like a confused puppy- albeit an adorable, confused puppy.
"Walking around in all your sexiness." Edward hummed, his face turning beet red as he looked at Henry.
Henry blinked and chuckled softly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I didn't say I was upset seeing you like that." Edward replied, a cheeky smirk on his face. "in fact, I could look at you all day."
Staring at him, Henry chuckled as he gave Edward a sly look. Slowly walking over to him, Henry felt his smirk grow as he watched Edward quickly lower his gaze to the plate.
Edward put the plate down and gently felt Henry hugging him from behind. Edward hummed softly as he pressed back against him, resting his hands against his stomach.
"Really now…?" Henry asked softly as he gently kissed the marks on Edward's neck.
Edward's breathing hitched as he moaned softly. "E-Eat your breakfast. You have to pull the Flying Kipper soon." He said, loathing the words, and their promise.
"Mmm…I'm already eating breakfast." Henry purred, licking his ear before grabbing his plate.
"Tease." Edward huffed, a mischievous, cheesy grin on his face as his face burned, and was undoubtedly redder than a danger signal.
Thomas sighed as he laid back down on his bed, putting his phone next to him and staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself fall asleep. The events of his dream are still fresh causing his face to heat up and his body to become aroused. Groaning in frustration, he reluctantly leaves the warmth of his bed and forced himself to walk toward the bathroom. He shivered as his bare feet touched the tile floor, thankful for the sudden temperature change to help with his boner. Turning the shower on to cold, he stripped out of his pajamas and stepped into the water. He gasps softly as the ice-cold water rained down onto him, each droplet feeling like a knife stabbing his pale skin.
Thomas shivered as he hugged himself, huddling under the spray. The faint scars on his wrists seemed to glow in his mind as he clenched his eyes. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind, thoughts he wished would leave for good. Feeling warm tears mixing with the water, Thomas slowly opened his eyes and stared at his hands. He was hating himself for developing a crush on James, feeling like he wasn't worth getting his attention.
Where James was strong and muscular with his body well-toned, Thomas' body was small, pale…weak. Where tattoos decorate James' body, scars covered Thomas'. He was everything opposite to what James wanted and yet he still yearns to be in his arms.
"Why…?" Thomas questioned quietly as he slowly sat down in the tub. "Why am I tormented to be like this…?"
He muttered quietly as he pulled his knees up to his face, burying his face against them as he continued to cry.
After what felt like hours, Thomas slowly stood up and turned the shower off. The sound of water drops hitting the tub floor seemed to echo loudly in Thomas' ears as he watched the water slowly go down the train. Grabbing a towel from the towel rack, he slowly dried himself off before putting his pajamas back on. He discarded the towel onto the floor and turned the light off before heading toward his bed. Gently shoving the books to the side, he plopped down on the soft mattress before pulling the plush blankets over him once more.
"Lady help me…" Thomas thought before slowly falling back to sleep.
"You look terrible." Percy hummed as looked at his best friend.
"I feel terrible…" Thomas deadpanned as he sat on the floor, his head pressed against his locker door.
"Nervous about going to James' place tonight?" Toby hummed as he read a book, gently leaning against Percy.
"Is it that obvious?" Thomas asked as he slowly looked up at him.
"Very." Emily and Stanley chorused, causing Thomas to groan.
"It also didn't help because of the dream I had last night." Thomas sighed softly as he slowly opened his locker. He realized too late he shouldn't have mentioned it…
"Dreamt about what?" Percy asked slyly, already knelt next to him with a devious smile on his face.
"N-Nothing of interest!" Thomas stuttered, his face a deep red as he stared at him.
"I want details later on!" Percy sang happily as he stood back up.
"I wonder about you." Stanley laughed softly, shaking his head as he looked at his friend.
Thomas sighed softly, jealous of his friend's hyper energy so early in the morning. He really did need to ask Percy for advice dealing with his wet dreams and how to help himself in general. He wishes he had Sky with him but he had to leave the macaw home due to him being sick. He wanted to stay home and watch over Sky, but he did promise his siblings that he would attend school. At least Rosie was off today and keeping watch over the macaw, much to Thomas' relief.
"Hey."
Thomas instantly tensed at the warm voice that always plagued his mind, watching as a black and red school bag was placed next to his own. The strong smell of cinnamon, spices, and caramel with a tint of pot, and cigarettes filled his nose as he turned his head slightly. He felt his face burn as he sees James easily towering over him as the older teen opened his locker. Thomas gulped as quietly as he could as his dream entered his mind once more. Feeling helpless as he stared up at Dream James' bright red eyes as he dominated him caused a shiver to travel through his spine. It didn't help that he was sitting on his knees, noticing that he was basically eye level with…
Thomas quickly turned his head to look at his locker, his face bright red as he tried to get his mind out of the gutter. They were at school for Lady's sake! Keeping his back towards James, he silently switched his books from his locker and his bag quickly.
"Hey, James." Emily smirked as she put her arm around his shoulder. "Ready for the game this weekend?"
"You know it." James chuckled as he grabbed his history book. "You, Stanley?"
"Of course I am." Stanley smirked as he and James fist-bumped.
"You guys have fun." Toby hummed as he leaned against a locker, still reading.
"You three are scary on the team." Percy giggled nervously. "Right, Thomas?" He asked slyly as he looked down at Thomas.
"Damn you, Percy." Thomas thought, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. "Y-Yeah…" He said quickly, feeling his body heat up when James' leg accidentally brushed against his arm.
"Hm?" James hummed before looking down. "Sorry, didn't see you there, Thomas."
Thomas felt his breathing hitch from the way his name rolled off of James' tongue. The way his voice was smooth when he said his name, the sincerity in his voice as he voiced his mistake, it was too much for Sodor's number 1 engine driver. "I-I-It's…a-alright…" He muttered quietly, too scared to look up at him.
"I bought some items to work on our project tonight so just bring whatever you already have." James hummed as he closed his locker before picking his bag up. "C' ya in class." He smirked before walking away.
Thomas swore his heart was going to burst through his chest at any moment. That was the longest conversation he ever had with James and his body felt like jelly.
"You alright, Thomas?" Stanley asked in concern as he looked at his cousin.
"I-I'm fine." Thomas said softly, his eyes swirling from nervousness as he slowly stood up. Closing his locker, he grabbed his bag and shakily stood up.
"Hey." Stanley cooed as he gently hugged his cousin close. "Everything will be alright."
"He's right." Emily smirked as she looked at her friend.
"I'm just nervous about tonight…" Thomas muttered quietly. "I just don't want to mess up to the point where he thinks that I'm worthless…"
"James wouldn't do that." Percy stated as a smirk appeared on his face. "You know James never looks down at anyone like you. The only ones he does that too are people who are jerks."
"Like Diesel." Toby hummed, side glancing at Thomas before looking back at his book.
"Exactly." Percy nodded in agreement.
Thomas let out a soft giggle, extremely happy to have his cousin and his friends cheer him up. "Thanks." He hummed softly, smiling warmly as he looked at them.
…
"Why must HE be partnered with James?" Tiffany huffed bitterly as she glared at Thomas from across the room.
"Because it's what the teacher said." Douglas muttered as he lay his head on the desk. "Can we jus' continue on the project?"
"I can't write notes." Tiffany snuffed snootily. "I just got my nails done yesterday so you do it."
"Lady help me." Douglas thought exhaustedly as he slowly started his portion of the project.
Near the room's big window, James sat next to Thomas as he started to write notes out for their assignment. Thomas kept his gaze on the paperwork, his cheeks red as he listened to James talk about their project. He can feel the glares of the jealous students, especially from Tiffany and Diesel. Without Sky here, he could feel his anxiety building up but the smoothness of James' voice relaxed him, even though he had hardly spoken to the social media user. Behind them, Diesel glared at Thomas bitterly as he slouched in his seat next to Percy.
"Why must that puffball be paired with James?" Diesel huffed angrily as he crossed his arms.
"Because Thomas won't harass him as you would." Percy hummed as he worked on the project.
"I wouldn't harass him." Diesel growled as he glared at Thomas.
"You do, which is why you and James only dated for a single day." Percy teased as he gave him a sly glance.
"James just doesn't know what he's missing!" Diesel snapped as he glared at Percy.
"Suuurrrreeeee he isn't…" Percy teased in a singing voice, only to cause Diesel to growl louder.
"I hate you and all you other steamies." Diesel muttered bitterly as he angrily wrote notes down.
"Where's Sky?" James asked as he glanced down at Thomas.
Thomas jumped at hearing his voice, feeling his cheeks burn from hearing how concerned he sounded. "H-He's s-sick…he muttered quietly. "M-My sister is w-with h-him…" He whispered, trying to calm his racing heart.
"I'm sorry to hear that." James hummed softly as he looked at him.
"Hisss…"
"I know Flame, you wanted to show Sky your newest treasure." James chuckled softly as he felt the snake slither around his arm.
"T-Treasure?" Thomas asked quietly as he hesitantly looked at James' arm.
Soft hisses came from James' sleeve before a tiny head poked out. Thomas stared at the snake, watching how said noodle flicked his tongue out. What caught his attention was a very tiny rainbow hat resting on top of Flame's head.
'So cute!' Thomas thought as he watched the snake lay its head on top of James' head. "I-I can take a-a p-picture and s-s-show Sky w-when I g-get home…" He stuttered quietly, blushing in embarrassment from it.
"Hisssss"
Thomas smiled as he watched Flame nuzzle his hand affectionately. James chuckled softly as he gently pets Flame's head, not noticing how Thomas' face turned a shade darker. Gulping quietly, Thomas slowly took his phone out, turned the camera on, and took a quick picture of said snake. Flame hissed softly before slithering back up into James' sleeve. Thomas silently stared at James' hand, seeing how it was close to his own. Biting his lip, he slowly inched his hand closer to James' hand, only to stop himself as James moved his hand away to hold the paper of their project.
"Do you want my address?" James asked as he opened a book for notes.
Thomas jumped slightly at his voice, feeling his face burn more. "H-Huh?" He asked softly.
"I asked if you wanted my address so we can work on the project tonight." James chuckled as he rested his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at him.
Thomas quickly looked back down at his desk, knowing his face is as red as James' engine now. "I-I'll get i-it from S-S-Spencer…" He muttered before his eyes widened. 'Fuck!' He thought worriedly.
"That's right, your Spencer's cousin…" James groaned as rolled his head, cracking his neck. "So boastful and full of himself."
"Just like Gordon." Thomas giggled before freezing up. 'D-Did I-I-I…?!'
"You got that right." James chuckled softly in agreement.
Behind them, a mischievous glint appeared in Percy's eyes as he stared at Thomas, a sly grin on his face. Thomas remained frozen, his mind trying to process that he spoke to James without stuttering along with giggling. He can feel Percy's stare digging into his back and knows he won't hear the end of it when class is dismissed.
RRRIIINNNGGG
Thomas jumped at the sound of the school's bell ringing, the shuffling of students putting their stuff away before leaving the room. James hummed softly as he easily put his stuff back into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder.
"Later, Thomas." James smirked as he walked over to Donald and Douglas.
Thomas blushed as he stared after James, his eyes roaming around his body. Biting his lip, Thomas looked back down at his desk before he started to put his own stuff back into his school bag. He sighed softly as he felt a presence standing next to him, already knowing who it was.
"Sooooo…." Percy hummed slyly, the smile never leaving his face. "It seems like you said a full sentence to James…" He giggled as he watched his best friend stand up.
"Hush." Thomas groaned as he pressed his face against his desk.
"And it was about Spencer and Gordon as well." Percy laughed as he sat on top of a desk. "Come on, let's get to class."
"Fine…" Thomas sighed as he stood up, grabbing his bag before following his best friend. "I'm not going to hear the end of it, am I?"
"Nope!" Percy sang, smiling brightly at him.
…
The rest of the school day went by in a blur to Thomas, everything just merging together. It didn't help that as the school day crept closer to being over, his heart would start to race. In a few hours, he would be at James' house. James Noble. Sodor's Number 5 engine driver. The hottest and very popular social media user. The guy he has fallen for HARD. That was the only thought that kept rotating within his mind and he felt sick to his stomach. Walking down the sidewalk, Thomas groaned as he started to dread the evening. Behind him, Stanley, Emily, and Percy looked at Thomas worriedly. Toby was busy reading his book but kept taking glances at his friend.
"Hey, it'll be alright, Thomas." Emily smiled as she tried to cheer her friend up. "Nothing bad will happen."
"You know how I get around him." Thomas whimpered as he looked at her. "It was pure luck that I said ONE sentence to him without sounding like a stuttering idiot."
"You're not a stuttering idiot." Stanley hummed as he put his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "You have anxiety and I'm sure James can see that. He's not going to make fun of you because of that."
"I just don't want to sound like an idiot to him." Thomas sighed sadly before glancing down at the sidewalk.
"Just talk about the project." Toby chimed in as he lowered his book slightly. "Then just start making small talk."
"Easier said than done…" Thomas muttered under his breath. "But I will give it a try."
"That's the spirit!" Percy smiled as he hugged him. "Tonight will go well for you! I guarantee it." He said happily.
"I hope so." Thomas sighed as he took a deep breath. "Wish me luck." He said before going to the left towards his house.
…
"I'm back." Thomas called out as he entered the house.
"Hello, Thomas." Rosie smiled as she walked over to her youngest brother, hugging him close. "How was school?"
"Long." Thomas muttered as he happily nuzzled her, feeling his nerves calming down a bit. "How's Sky?"
"He's feeling better." Rosie smiled as she gently pats his head. "Whiff is giving him medicine at the moment."
"Ohh, Coco and Coal are here!" Thomas giggled as he walked toward his room.
Upon entering his room, Thomas noticed a male around 26 years old with black messy hair. Big round glasses rested on his face in front of dark green eyes. He wore a similar work suit that his siblings wore but a dark green with black lining. A small bag rested on the floor as two rabbits hopped onto a table. One was a mini Rex that was white with brown patches covering him. The other one was a small Dutch rabbit that was white and black. Sky squawked softly as he drank some medicine that the male had given him.
"Thank you, Whiff." Sky squawked as he fluffed his feathers.
"You're welcome, Sky." Whiff smiled as he gently pets the macaw's chest.
"Hi Whiff!" Thomas smiled as he walked over to them, picking the two rabbits up.
"Hello, Thomas." Whiff chuckled as he started to put his stuff away. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing good." Thomas giggled as he nuzzled the rabbits. "Hi Coco and Coal." He cooed happily.
The two rabbits nuzzled him gently before hopping onto the table. Sky squawked at him, wanting attention as he walked over to him before climbing onto his arm. Thomas smiled as he gently held the bird like a baby, cuddling him tenderly.
"Is everything alright with him?" Thomas asked in a concerned voice as he held Sky closer.
"Just a simple cold." Whiff smiled as he stood up. "He'll be right as rain tomorrow." He chuckled softly before stretching. "Come on, Coco, Coal, time to head home."
The two rabbits looked at him before Coal, the small Dutch rabbit, hopped into Whiff's coat outfit. Coco stared up at Whiff, his nose twitching before he started to groom himself.
"Really?" Whiff sighed as he ran his hand through his messy hair. "I gave you a carrot fifteen minutes ago."
Coco thumped his hind legs on the table before looking at Whiff again.
"Alright, alright." Whiff groaned softly. "The carrots are in my engine."
Coco's ears perked up before jumping into Whiff's other pocket. Thomas giggled softly from watching them, always enjoying seeing Whiff and Coco bickering. Whiff chuckled softly before petting the teen's head.
"I'll see you later, Thomas." Whiff smiled before leaving the room.
"Bye, Whiff!" Thomas called out before gently putting Sky on his bed. "Ok…I'll be going over to James' house in a bit…" He muttered to himself, pacing around his room. "He invited me to his house. HIS house. I mean, we're just going to work on our project. At HIS house. Nothing more, nothing less…oh crap what do I bring?" He whimpered before frantically getting a bag together. "Books, paper, pens, pencils, clothes…why would I bring clothes? Money? That wouldn't make sense…"
Sky watched as Thomas started to panic as he busied himself packing his bag, shaking his head. He can easily see the anxiety creeping onto his face as Thomas continued to mumble under his breath. Ruffling his feathers, Sky walked over to his bag and looked in it. A variety of mismatched items filled the bag as the macaw climbed on top of it. He squawked loudly, easily catching the teen's attention as he started ruffling his feathers. Thomas sighed softly as he walked over to Sky, gently picking the macaw up before hugging him gently.
"Thanks, Sky." Thomas said softly as he took deep breaths, not letting Sky go.
Sky cooed as he gently nuzzled his cheek, glad to help his owner calm down. Once he felt his heart settle to a normal rate Thomas gently placed Sky back on his bed as he continued to pack his bag, this time packing the correct stuff. Taking a deep breath, Thomas closed his bag and picked it up before putting it around his shoulders. Sky squawked as he walked over to him. Thomas gently picked him up and held him close.
"You're still too sick to leave, Sky."
"Not sick." Sky squawked as he climbed onto the teen's shoulders.
"You need to rest Sky. Please?" Thomas asked as he walked over to the macaw's cage.
"Not fair, not fair." Sky huffed before climbing on top of the cage.
"I'll be back tonight." Thomas said softly as he gently pets his head. "I love you, Sky."
"I love you, Sky." Sky repeated as he nuzzled Thomas' hand.
Smiling at his pet/friend, Thomas gently kissed his head before leaving his room. His heart pounded in his chest as the anxiety, nervousness, and excitement filled his entire being. Tonight was a big step for him and he was scared. He was going to be at his crush's house. His fucking house. Thomas felt his face burn as his dream entered his mind once more. Being easily dominated by the older teen, the way his voice was smooth, the way his warm breath hit against his cold skin…A small squeak left Thomas' mind as he shook his head, trying to rid his brain of that dream. He didn't want anyone to know he had a dream like that but knew he would have to tell Percy to figure out how to control them. Thank Lady he had a very sexual friend who knows how to deal with things like this. Walking downstairs, he entered the living room and was happy to see a male standing there.
The male was around the same age and height as Gordon, and just as muscular. His eyes are a beautiful teal color with silver hair that went past his shoulders. A black silk ribbon is tied around the hair to give it a low ponytail. He wore a beautiful and elegant gothic style Dandy Ouji Slim outfit that was a stunning silver color. The vest under the silver jacket is black and a dark grey shirt under the vest. Around his neck is a pure white jabot that shone under the living room's light.
Around the cuff of his sleeves was a solid red stripe with a small think yellow stripe on the top and bottom of the red stripe. Three golden buttons were on the right side of the jacket, only the top one buttoned up. His shoes were black as coal and polished to a shine. A small golden badge rested on the top of the jacket's left flap, two small red strings hanging down and attached to a tiny golden pin. A small gold pin was attached to the left breast pocket as pure white-gloved hands adjusted the pins.
"Hi, Spencer!" Thomas greeted happily as he ran over to his oldest cousin, hugging him.
"Hello, Thomas." Spencer smiled as he picked him up, hugging him close. "How are you?"
"I'm good." Thomas smiled as he looked up at him. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to say that Stanley will be stopping by a bit while I'm gone." Spencer hummed as he petted Thomas' head.
"Gone?" Thomas questioned as he tilted his head.
"Spencer is taking the Duke and Duchess of Boxford to Germany for a vacation." Rosie smiled as she walked into the living room. "Do Edward and Gordon know?"
"I saw them earlier on the railway and told them then." Spencer chuckled as a sly smirk appeared on his face. "Though I don't think Gordon was happy I interrupted him and Connor."
"I don't want to know about my brother's love life in that way." Rosie giggled softly before hugging Spencer. "Just be safe."
"I will." Spencer hummed as he hugged her close. "I still need to see Hiro before I leave, though."
"That actually works out." Rosie smiled as she hugged Thomas. "Thomas is actually going over to their house to work on his project with James. Mind taking him for me?"
"Of course, I can." Spencer smiled before looking at Thomas. "Ready to leave then?"
"Y-Yeah." Thomas nodded, his heart still racing a marathon.
"Call me and I'll pick you up, Thomas." Rosie smiled as she hugged him, kissing his head.
"I will." Thomas smiled as he nuzzled before following Spencer outside.
Thomas stood silently in Spencer's cab, staring at the large Japanese-style minka in front of him, his eyes full of amazement. He felt like he was in Japan itself given the style of the house and just wanted to explore everything. The racing of his heart intensified when he remembers what Spencer told him on the ride over here and felt his face burn even more. Spencer was taking Hiro out to dinner before he leaves for Germany, leaving him and James alone. By themselves. In James' home. His hands were shaking as he tried to calm himself down, watching Spencer climb out of his engine before following the streamlined engine driver.
Looking over at Thomas, Spencer felt sorry for his youngest cousin when he noticed how much his hands trembled. Stanley told him how Thomas was going to be over at the Nobles' for schoolwork, along with his crush on James. Walking over to his cousin, he gently hugged him close and rubbed his back slightly.
"It'll be alright, Thomas." Spencer said softly, feeling Thomas wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Take deep breaths. Relax." He hummed softly before pulling away a bit. "It's going to be alright."
"I-I know but…"
"Trust me." Spencer said softly, smiling a bit as he gently pets his head. "Everything will be alright."
Nodding, Thomas took a few more deep breaths before slowly calming down. Looking up at Spencer, he watched as his cousin walked over to the front shoji before following him. He watched how Spencer slid the door open before walking into the genkan.
"Tadaima." Spencer called out before taking his shoes off. "Here." He said softly, handing Thomas a pair of new slippers as he put his own slippers on.
"Thank you." Thomas said before taking his own shoes off.
"Okaerinasai." Hiro hummed before walking over to the genkan, smiling warmly. "Hello, Thomas. My best friend."
"Hello, Hiro." Thomas smiled as he hugged the male, having formed a close friendship when the Nobles first arrived on Sodor.
"Hello, love." Spencer smiled before gently kissing Hiro softly. "Almost ready?"
"Just about." Hiro smiled as he walked into the living room. "I still need to get changed. Please, make yourselves at home." He hummed before looking at Thomas. "James is in the snake room in the back, Thomas."
"Thank you." Thomas smiled as he gently placed his bag down. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked down the hall leading towards the back.
"I told you so." Spencer hummed as he walked over to the oven, pouring himself a cup of hot tea from the Japanese-style teapot.
"I've always had that feeling." Hiro hummed softly as he walked over to Spencer. "I just hope Thomas is the one for James…"
Putting the teapot down, Spencer gently held Hiro close and kissed his cheek. "I know you worry about James, especially since he has had so many relationships in the past."
"I just want him to be happy with someone for I know he is jealous of us."
"I've noticed." Spencer chuckled softly as he gently placed his hand against Hiro's left cheek. "Give it time. I'm sure something will bloom between them."
"I hope so." Hiro sighed softly before kissing him gently. "I love you."
"I love you too." Spencer smiled warmly before capturing his lips again. "Go get dressed, love."
Smiling warmly, Hiro nodded before walking toward his bedroom. Spencer frowned slightly as he watched the limp as Hiro walked, taking a sip of his tea.
…
Thomas gulped silently as he stood in front of the shoji with an image of a snake painted in front of it, Japanese words painted under the image. He will admit that the painting of the snake was very detailed, almost looking real. Taking a deep breath, he bit his bottom lip and gently knocked on the wooden frame.
"Come in."
Thomas blushed softly as he listened to James' soft voice, slightly muffled behind the sliding door. Licking his lips, Thomas slowly slide the shoji to the side and walked into the room. His eyes widened as he saw the large tanks in the room, some built into the walls and some pressed against the corners. The room was very warm and a large bonsai tree was in the middle. Multiple species of snakes lay within the branches of the tree, each one happily enjoying the warmth of the heat lamps. Each tank is customized to different biomes, each one providing the perfect habitat for a snake from each biome. The sound of rattling caught Thomas' ear as he looked at a tank, jumping back a bit when a diamond rattlesnake struck the glass frame. The rattle on its tail shook rapidly as it stared at Thomas.
"No striking at others, Diamond. You know better."
Thomas watched how the rattlesnake slowly stopped rattling its tail, flicking her tongue before slithering under the heat lamp. Looking over, Thomas felt his face burn as he stared at his secret crush. James stood next to a blue 70-gallon drum with a plastic lid on top of it. He only wore black baggy jeans with multiple chains hanging from them. His black and red hair was slightly damp as the light from the room outlined his muscular body. Around his neck, a 10 ft long King Cobra had raised his head, flattening his neck to present its famous crown. Its scales are a stunning black with faded white stripes going down its body. The underbelly was a tannish color with two small black spots on the 'crown', one on each side.
"H-h-hi J-James." Thomas stuttered as he quickly looks away, looking at the various types of snakes.
"Hey, Thomas." James chuckled as he opened a tank's glass door. "In you go, King."
King hissed before slowly slithering into his clean home, happily going over to a hollow log and slithering inside of it. James chuckled softly as he closed the lid, locking it before moving the drum over to the side. Making sure the other tanks are sealed, he checked over the snakes on the bonsai tree before walking over to Thomas.
"Come on." James hummed as he left the room.
"W-What about…-"
"They won't leave the tree." James chuckled softly as he closed the shoji behind them. "They just ate and won't be moving for quite a while."
"S-should they be together?" Thomas asked, his curiosity increasing.
"Other rehabs wouldn't even imagine putting different species of snakes together in fear of them killing each other." James said as he looked at him, a sly smirk on his face. "Which is why they call me the Snake King."
Thomas blushed softly as he looked away, feeling his knees almost give way just from his smirk. From watching all his videos, he knew James has a special connection with snakes, seemingly knowing how to communicate with them. Eventually, his followers started to call him the Snake King given his ability to communicate with snakes. This is also why he is licensed to help rehabilitate snakes so they can be released into the wild. This is also why he buys snakes from shady sellers, the black market, and the food trades.
"I-I see." Thomas said softly, not wanting to reveal that he watched his videos a thousand times.
"Hello, James." Said Spencer.
"Hello, Spencer." James sighed before looking at Spencer. "You better bring Hiro back in one piece." He huffed before crossing his arms.
"You know better than to be rude, James." Hiro tutted as he walked out of his bedroom, wearing a stunning black silk yukata with silver cranes stitched on it.
"Hai hai." James sighed as he walked over to him, gently hugging him.
"Kon'ya wa anzen ni" James said softly before letting go of him.
Watashi wa sō shimasu." Hiro smiled as he gently pets his head before walking over to Spencer. "We will be back in a few hours."
"Have a fun time, Spencer, Hiro!" Thomas waved happily, freezing once again as he realized he spoke a sentence near James without stuttering.
"We will." Spencer chuckled as he ruffled Thomas' hair. "Bye, James." He smirked.
"Atode." James hummed before looking away. "Baka…" He muttered under his breath.
Hiro stared at James firmly before smiling at Thomas. "I hope things on your project will go well, Thomas."
"T-Thank you." Thomas smiled, freezing as he feels James' presence next to his own.
Smiling warmly at them, Hiro gently held Spencer's hand before they walked into the genkan. James watched how they took the slippers off, putting their normal shoes on before leaving. Stretching, James walked into the genkan before sliding the shoji close. Thomas stood awkwardly in the living room, watching James enter the room before stretching. The way his muscles rippled under his skin made Thomas' body warm, wanting to place his hands against his chest once again like what happened in gym class the other day. He wanted to feel that warmth that seems to only come from James. The way his tattoos seemed to move in sync with his muscles seemed alive, especially his dragon tattoo.
"So?" James hummed as he looked over at Thomas. "You hungry?"
Thomas jumped from the sound of his voice, blushing a bit as he looked at him. "I-I am." He said softly, looking away a bit.
"Come on." James chuckled as he entered the kitchen. "I'll make you something that you'll be begging for more."
"He's literally going to be the death of me." Thomas thought, pretty sure his face is as red as James' eyes as he followed James into the kitchen.
