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Guest: Awww I've always loved jeffmads! But seeing this made me understand times better! THEY ARE SO CUTE! #LamsForLife

Reply: Me too! THEY ARE ADORABLE! AND HELL YEAH! LAMS! Gotta love myself some Mullette too!

TW: For vomit, just in case reading about that makes you feel ill.

Thomas blinked his eyes open, staring at the small figure lying by his side. He grinned, tracing a line down his forehead, cheek, jawline and neck until he reached the rim of his nightshirt. Thomas felt a sneeze coming on, and stared at the ceiling for a second until the feeling went away. James awoke, squinting. He let his eyes fall closed again when he realised what Thomas was doing. The tall Virginian let his finger ghost around James' neck and the joint between his neck and shoulder. He wrote little words and messages, smiling to himself.

I can't say I love you yet, can I?

That wouldn't work.

Or would it?

Am I allowed to?

Because if so,

I love you.

James grinned, opening his eyes, and nibbling his bottom lip. "I love you too."

"You can-"

James connected their lips softly. It only lasted a second or two, but was full of love and passion. He broke it, leaving Thomas blushing. "I can."

Thomas giggled, kissing James again, this time more confidently. It was still full of tiredness and sleep, but it made them both happy. "You're so perfect, what did I do to deserve you?"

James hummed, "I don't know..." And then they were kissing for a third time. Each one made them feel closer, more connected.

"I don't deserve you." Thomas pressed their foreheads together sweetly, wrapping his arms around James' waist to pull him closer.

"Don't we have work today, Teddy Bear?" Madison yawned.

"Well," Thomas reached for his phone, dialing quickly. He put on us best, ""I'm ill!"" Voice and spoke. "Hi, yes. It's Thomas Jefferson, I'm not able to come in to work today." He coughed fakely. "Yeah, I'm very sick. James is having taking care of me, so he's off too..."

James held back a laugh, good thing Thomas took Drama in high school, he's very convincing.

"Yeah, yeah, I should come into work in the next couple of days, thank you."

"How did ya manage that?" James laughed as Thomas hung up.

Thomas looked away and sneezed, wiping his nose. "Drama, Kitten, drama." And he coughed again.

"Are you actually sick?" James sat up, slipping out of bed.

"Nah, no I'm-" And he began sneezing again.

"You're ill!" Madison ran into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, and running back. He dropped one of Jefferson's pills in too, handing it to Thomas.

"Am not!" He exclaimed, chugging the glass. He held the cup out, sniffling. "Can I have more, please?"

James took the glass, "only if you admit you're sick!"

Thomas coughed, "n-never!" He reached out for the handle of his cane, "I'll get it myself then." And he stood. The world spun and he had to sit back down, feeling the sick brew in his stomach.

"Thomas? Thomas, are you okay!?" James rushed forward, grasping his boyfriends hand.

"Yeah! I'm fine! Just..." Thomas gagged. " James!" He pointed to the paper waste bin in the corner, it was black, luckily no holes.

James saw Thomas' face drain of colour and leapt towards the trash can, holding it out to the tall Virginian. Thomas coughed and then he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bin, gagging on nothing. James pulled his hair out the way, rubbing circles on his back and whispering words of reassurance to him. "Its okay..."

Thomas sobbed, still leaning over the bin, gagging a little. "I'm sorry, Kitten..." He cried, wiping at his eyes. He could smell it, and it made him feel sick again. Every part of him wanted to run from the bin, but that wasn't possible.

"Hey, hey, it's alright... I'm not mad..." James pulled the bucket away from Thomas, rushing to the bathroom and cleaning it out. He walked back into their bedroom to find the usually strong man curled up under the covers, clutching a pillow close to his chest.

"Jemmy..." Thomas whined, beckoning James closer. "Can you get the box of tissues?"

James held back a laugh, "I don't think I've ever seen someone become so sick, so fast." He smiled, grabbing the tissues off their chest of drawers and handing them to Thomas. "Do you want anything to eat?"

Thomas shook his head, even the thought of eating made him feel sick again. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Thomas replied, his voice hoarse. "This is the worst."

"I know." James shook his head, "here's hoping I don't get ill."

Thomas coughed again, and whispered. "I hope so, when you're sick I have to clean it. And I feel scared doing that..." He yawned. "That's why when your sick I often have panix attacks..." James' eyes widened. "I've never mentioned the panic attacks before, have I?"

Madison shook his head, "fear of vomit and sickness, there's a word for that... James raked his brain. "Emetophobia!"

"Whaaaat?" Thomas sneered through a blocked nose.

"Emetophobia." James said again, "The fear of vomit."

Thomas sighed, "great, now I've looked terrified in front of you... twice since we've been together. Fun."

"Twice?" And then James thought back to the spider incident. "Oh..."

Flashback

James was in their room, placing a book on the shelf. He hummed a tune, mumbling along to the lyrics. "Oh, well imagine. As I'm pacing the pews of a Church corridor." Madison picked up another book, inserting it into the bookshelf. "And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear-"

He stopped when a bloodcurdling scream filled the apartment. Madison leapt towards the door, scrambling out into the hall. "Teddy Bear! Where are you!?" James chased where he assumed the shriek had come from. He rushed into the bathroom. Thomas was stood on top of the toilet (seat down), bawling to himself. "Tommy!? What's the matter!?" Thomas wiped his nose, still sniffling and pointed to the corner by James' feet.

"A-A sp-spider!" He sobbed, watching as James glanced down. There was a medium size black house spider by his toes.

End

"Ah, yes, the..." James cleared his throat. "The spider incident."

Thomas nodded, falling back into the pillows. James thought back to the text messages for the first time in ages.

TheFrenchiestFry: I can't tell you just yet! But, once you're back together, if he doesn't tell you, I will!

"Tommy?"

"Yes?" He sniffed, wiping sleep from his eyes.

"There was something Lafayette said he found out about you, what was it?" James asked, in the most polite way possible.

"Uhh..." Jefferson struggled to find an adequate excuse. "He found out I'm good at painting nails?" His voice raised at the end, like a question.

"Okay."

SmallAngryVirginian: Okay, what was it.

TheFrenchiestFry: Huh?

SmallAngryVirginian: Thomas won't tell me, what is it?

TheFrenchiestFry: Okay, first of all, have ya both told each other your kinks?

SmallAngryVirginian: GILBERT, WTF

TheFrenchiestFry: ANSWER

SmallAngryVirginian: Yes.

TheFrenchiestFry: Right, did any of them have anything to do with pain?

SmallAngryVirginian: No... wtf are you on about? ?

TheFrenchiestFry: Right,

TheFrenchiestFry: Thomas has a hair kink.

SmallAngryVirginian: Aww.

SmallAngryVirginian: How the hell do you know that?!

TheFrenchiestFry: I was making his hair.

SmallAngryVirginian: making his hair? That doesn't make sense.

SmallAngryVirginian: U know what, forget it.

TheFrenchiestFry: Just try it. Guarantee he'll like it.

SmallAngryVirginian: What? If I pull his hair?

TheFrenchiestFry: Yeah.

TheFrenchiestFry: Welp, au revoir, mon ami!

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'What the fuck, Gilb?' James thought, shutting off his phone.

"Who were you texting?" Thomas questioned curiously.

"Just Gilbert."

"Okay." Thomas tried to grin. He found this easier when James lay next to him, granted, not under the covers, but close enough.

James began to fiddle with Thomas' curly locks, who did nothing to stop it, he just stared at the ceiling, then his boyfriend with a small smile. The smaller of the two ran Thomas' hair through his fingers, humming. He curled his fingertips into the roots, and Thomas leaned into his touch, sighing through his nose. James tugged lightly, and the tall Virginian gasped in surprise. James chuckled, pulling again. Thomas whined, eyes widening.

"Oh god, Jemmy, I'm so sorry-"

James kissed Thomas' cheek, "trust me, honey, it's fine." He pressed his lips against Thomas' sweetly, smiling.

Thomas lightly pushed James off him lightly, "Kitten, you'll get sick."

"That wouldn't be anything new."

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Ooooof oof oof.

Also, this book is almost done :( I'd say two more chapters and an epilogue.

Have a great day/night!