They got back to their hotel room and Thrax put his backpack in the wardrobe, before turning round to see Ozzy shoving crisps into his mouth and swigging from the bottle of Coca-Cola almost simultaneously. Thrax laughed and went to unpack the rest of the shopping, only to start laughing louder as he pulled out the various random groceries from the baskets.
"I have no idea what we're gonna end up doing with these pickles, Jones, but by some miracle I think we have all the ingredients we need to make a Bolognese."
Ozzy turned round to face him, his mouth full, and said, "mmph, it's been, mmm, ages," he swallowed, "since I had spaghetti!" He paused before saying, "oh, but I didn't buy any canned tomatoes."
"Canned tomatoes?", Thrax responded as he scrunched up his face, "oh no no, we've got fresh tomatoes here. Wash your hands, and your face while you're at it, and get chopping, baby."
They both started preparing the dinner and Ozzy tried his best to put the chopping techniques that Thrax had shown him to practise. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips as he concentrated, unaware that Thrax was watching him amusedly.
After they had prepared all the ingredients and put everything on the hob to simmer, Thrax flopped down on the edge of the bed with a sigh while Ozzy skipped over to the fridge to get a drink. He crouched down and frowned when he saw how jam-packed it was. "You were right, I did buy way too much stuff", he mumbled.
After moving a few items to the side, he spotted the bottle of whiskey. He reached in and grabbed it, before standing back up and asking, "hey, Thrax, did you buy this?"
Thrax put his hands in the air and smiled. "Guilty! I thought we could have something before goin' out tonight, and besides, it goes perfectly with the Coca-Cola you bought. It's like you and me, Ozzy. One of us is bubbly and sweet, while the other one is… sophisticated and refined", he ran his claws through his hair and winked at him.
Ozzy shook his head at how Thrax had managed to find yet another way to compliment himself and grabbed two glasses from a cupboard, before going over to sit next to Thrax on the bed.
"I can be refined, you know, I can get spiffy!" he said, as he passed Thrax his glass and opened the bottle of coke. Thrax simply smiled, pulled the nightstand closer to them to be able to rest their glasses on it, and opened the whiskey.
He poured some into Ozzy's glass and then his own. Ozzy opened his eyes wide upon seeing how much whiskey Thrax had poured into both glasses, and he quickly added the coke.
"Salud!" Thrax said, as he clinked his glass against Ozzy's.
"Salood?", Ozzy repeated, puzzled, before taking a small sip of his drink and scrunching up his face at how strong it was.
"That's 'cheers' in Spanish", Thrax explained, before taking a big sip.
"Woah, you can speak Spanish?!"
Thrax smirked and turned round to look at him. "Sí, un poco. Viruses travel all over the place. You never know where you're gonna end up, and on top of that, I was stuck in that egg that Frank ate with a load of Spanish germs. You end up picking up quite a lot."
Ozzy stared at Thrax with wide eyes. "That's so cool... I can barely speak English..." he said, before grinning and leaning in slightly. "Say somethin' else! Somethin' sexy!"
Thrax simply laughed and lightly scratched Ozzy's neck with his claws, making him shudder.
Ozzy then remembered the Spanish germ that Drix had frozen, and uttered under his breath, "la muerte roja."
Thrax widened his eyes and smiled. "What did you call me?"
"Oh, it's just something one of my witnesses called you back in Frank. He was terrified of you. I found him on that saliva boat you torched. He ended up being of absolutely no help with my case, though, heh."
Thrax was shocked that someone had been on that boat with him without him realising, but pushed it to the back of his mind and finished his drink.
He poured himself another, before topping up Ozzy's glass.
"You know, my surname is Roja", he said off-handedly, putting his arm around the other man.
Ozzy turned his head to look at him. "I didn't even think you would have a surname," he muttered, before grinning and asking enthusiastically, "do you have a birthday?"
"Yeah, of course I do, baby, it's coming up soon. Why? Are you gonna plan something special for me?" Thrax said, pinching his cheek.
Ozzy sighed and prodded him in his side. "Oh, c'mon, just tell me when it is! Mine's pretty close too, on November 28th!"
"Fine, if you insist, it's October 24th", he said, pulling Ozzy onto his lap and putting his arm around the small of his back.
Ozzy's eyes lit up and he grabbed onto his collar. "That's next month! What's your favourite cake? What d'ya want me to get you? Holy Frank, I'm gonna start plannin' straight away!"
Thrax laughed and pulled Ozzy closer to kiss him on the cheek. Fuck me, could he be any cuter? "That reminds me, I got you a little something from that market."
Ozzy grinned and leapt off of Thrax's lap, spilling some drink on himself, but he didn't seem to care. "Show me, show me!", he yelled, slurring his words slightly. He put his glass on the nightstand before hopping from one foot to the other with excitement.
Thrax raised an eyebrow, thinking, okay, maybe the whiskey wasn't such a good idea. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to the wardrobe to take the T-shirt he had bought out of the backpack. He turned around to face Ozzy with his hands behind his back.
"Okay, now when I saw this, I just couldn't help myself, I had to buy it to see how it looked on you."
"Oh my God, stop bein' a twat and show me already!"
Thrax grinned and pulled it round to hold it up in front of him.
Ozzy's eyes opened wide as he gawked at the T-shirt before him. It was black, cropped, sparkly and very, very see-through. "You seriously want me to wear that?", he asked with disdain, while pointing his finger at it.
"Hell yeah, baby. You'd look amazing in this! Pair it with these", he held up the black jeans he had bought, "and you'll be just about the sexiest thing anyone's ever seen."
Ozzy shook his head quickly and threw his arms in the air. "I had one condition. I said not to buy me anything ridiculous! What do you call this? It barely qualifies as a T-shirt!", he said, gesticulating with his hands on every other syllable.
Thrax walked over to him and gently put one hand on his shoulder. "Please try it on, you don't ever have to wear it again after that, I just want to see you in it once", he pleaded, trying to make his eyes as big as possible.
Ozzy frowned and groaned, before snatching the T-shirt from his hands. He pulled his dark blue top and white trousers off, and changed into the black jeans and the cropped, see-through T-shirt.
He looked down at himself and jerked his head around, looking for a mirror. Thrax whistled and slowly looked Ozzy up and down.
"Baby, I've never seen anyone look so hot in my life." He sauntered over to Ozzy and put his arm around his waist, grabbing his face with his other hand and forcing his head up to look at him. He bent down and gently kissed Ozzy on the corner of his mouth, before whispering in his ear, "I can't wait to see you on the dancefloor wearing this."
Ozzy frowned and pushed against Thrax's chest with his hand. "No way, there is no way I am goin' out in this", he snapped, "what if somebody recognises me!"
Ozzy's expression changed then, as he remembered that in fact no one would recognise him, not here. Thrax sensed his sudden change in mood and squished his cheeks with his claws, making him pout.
"That's the best thing about jumping between bodies, baby. You can wear anything you like, be anything you want, and do whatever the hell you fancy." He let go of Ozzy's cheeks, and smiled softly.
"Okay, Oz, let's make a deal; you wear this tonight, and then the next time we decide to go out you can choose what I wear", he suggested, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to refuse.
Ozzy's eyes lit up and he grinned from ear to ear. "Hmm… okay, you've got a deal, mister Roja", he replied, a thousand embarrassing outfit ideas running through his head. He pulled away from Thrax slightly to shake on the deal and screwed his eyes shut, shooting him a goofy grin.
Ozzy changed back into his normal clothes, and they hung everything up in the wardrobe before setting about cleaning and organising the room. Due to the fact that the room didn't have a dining table, they laid a sheet on the floor to act as a picnic blanket, and then went to serve the spaghetti bolognese that they had prepared.
Ozzy's mouth was watering at the smell, and he couldn't wait to start eating. They sat down on the sheet and Ozzy dug in straight away, shovelling the food into his mouth with two forks while making loud slurping noises and going "mmmMM!" every few seconds.
Thrax raised an eyebrow and smirked at how the other man ate like he'd never been fed a day in his life.
When they had both finished, Thrax handed Ozzy a napkin, saying jokingly, "wipe your face. Did you know that you eat like a fucking animal, Jones?" Ozzy smiled and cleaned his face, before putting his plate on the floor and quickly standing up. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and hit Thrax over the head twice.
"Well, not all of us can be as 'sophisticated' and 'refined' as you, y'know", he said mockingly, putting on a posh English accent.
Thrax grinned and jumped to his feet to grab the other pillow. "Oh, you've done it now." He tried to whack Ozzy a couple of times, but he dodged the pillow at every attempt.
Ozzy landed another hit on Thrax's head, this time getting him across the face, and shouted, "HA! The Germinator's back, baby!", before jumping to stand on the bed.
"Did you seriously just call yourself the Germinator?", Thrax teased, before Ozzy threw a smaller pillow at him.
"At least I don't call myself Big Daddy Thrax", Ozzy retorted, catching the smaller pillow that Thrax had thrown back at him and chucking it at him again, "that just makes you sound like a sex pest."
Thrax was getting a little frustrated by the fact that he couldn't seem to land a single hit, while Ozzy was hitting the mark every time. "If only you could shoot a gun like you throw a pillow, Jones", he taunted, before getting another pillow to the face.
"Ooh now that's cold, Big Daddy", Ozzy replied, while laughing. He could sense that Thrax wasn't having as much fun as he was, so he dropped the pillow and put his hands in the air as a surrender. "Shall we call a truce?"
Thrax grinned and took this opportunity to leap onto the bed and put his hands on Ozzy's shoulders. He forced him onto his back and straddled him, before hitting him with the pillow over and over. "Ha! I never took you for a quitter, Jones!"
Ozzy struggled underneath him, yelling as best he could between whacks, "hey… Thrax… that's… not fair … I had…argh… called a... truce!"
Thrax stopped after about half a minute and chucked the pillow to the side, breathing heavily and grinning. He grabbed Ozzy by the cheeks and bent down to kiss him.
Ozzy kissed him back and then bit him hard on the lip. "I'll get you back for that", he said in a low voice.
Thrax growled, leaned back to sit up and crossed his legs, pulling Ozzy to come sit between them. "You're a slippery little thing, ain't ya?"
"And you're a sore loser!", Ozzy replied, lightly slapping Thrax on the cheek.
He turned his head to look over to the window and saw that it was starting to get dark. He pressed his body against Thrax's chest and put his arms around his neck. "Shall we get ready to go? I can't wait to see how you dance."
"Me neither. If you dance like you sing, then I'm in for a treat, alright", Thrax said, slight mockery lacing his voice. He gestured for Ozzy to get off of him and they both stood up and went over to the wardrobe.
Thrax pulled out a long sleeve grey top and the black jeans he had bought for himself and started to get dressed. Ozzy hesitantly took the see-through crop top off its hanger and held it up to the light. He grimaced and slipped it on, along with his new black jeans, and turned around to look in the mirror that was on the inside of the wardrobe door.
He stood there staring at himself in the mirror and was stunned by how good he looked. He already knew he was a looker, and had been told countless times how cute he was, but he felt downright gorgeous in this get-up.
The crop top stopped at his waist and was translucent enough to see his toned shoulders and chest through it. He turned around to get a look at the back and saw how the jeans hugged his body just right, perfectly accentuating his little bubble butt.
He whistled at himself without thinking, making Thrax laugh. Ozzy spun around and slowly walked over to him, making sure to make every step as seductive as possible.
"Baby, you're gonna have to stop that unless you want me to rip those clothes off you right this second", Thrax lulled. He grabbed him by the hips and looked him up and down.
"You look absolutely stunning, Ozzy. You're just missing one thing…" He leant down and bit Ozzy's neck, sucking on his skin to leave a deep purple bruise. Ozzy closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, sighing deeply as the heat spread from his neck and coursed around his whole body.
Thrax pulled away to admire his work. "There, now you're perfect, and everyone will know that you're mine."
They got to the club and started to queue outside. There were germs of every shape and size here, and Ozzy noticed that a particularly large one was leering at him. Thrax put his arm around Ozzy and glared at all the germs around them, twitching his claws as a warning in case they tried anything.
It didn't take long to get to the front of the queue, and Thrax paid the entrance fee by throwing a few bills at the bouncer.
Once they were inside, they headed straight to the bar. Thrax ordered four shots and shoved the money at the barmaid.
"Where do you get all your money from?", Ozzy enquired, to which Thrax just waved his hand and told him not to worry about it. He pushed Ozzy's shot glasses towards him, before lifting one of his own in the air.
"To you, my baby, for risking everything twice in the space of one week for little old me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me", and he clinked his glass against Ozzy's before they both downed their shots.
Ozzy then lifted his second shot in the air. "And this one's for you, Thrax, the craziest and sexiest motherfucker I've ever met." Thrax laughed, and they clinked their glasses again and downed both shots. Thrax gestured at the barmaid to get them four more of the same.
Ozzy could already feel the alcohol going to his head, and he leaned his cheek on his hand, while gazing at Thrax through half-closed eyes. Thrax saw how Ozzy was looking at him and grinned.
"What is it?"
"Nothin'... I was just lookin' at ya." Suddenly the song changed and Ozzy spun his head round.
"What a tune! I love this song! Dance with me!", he yelled, tugging at Thrax's sleeve.
Thrax shook his head and said, "you go ahead, I'll finish my drinks first." Ozzy necked both of his shots before running out onto the dancefloor.
He wasted no time in keeping up appearances, and immediately started getting down, breaking out all of his favourite moves: the bus stop, the funky chicken and his all time favourite, the pelvic thrust. Thrax watched him from where he was sitting and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
He's so fucking ridiculous, he thought to himself as he finished his drinks.
All eyes were on Ozzy as he made a spectacle of himself, but he either didn't notice or simply didn't care. After his favourite song had finished, he waved for Thrax to come over. The song changed to a slower one, and Thrax walked over to where Ozzy was still gyrating like a madman. He grabbed his hand and spun him round to face him, before putting his other hand on his butt.
"I didn't know you had moves like that", he teased, "you could give John Travolta a run for his money."
"John who?", Ozzy asked, looking up at Thrax, his face flushed and his eyelids heavy. Thrax smirked and twirled him out. When he pulled him back in, Ozzy stumbled a bit and fell against Thrax's chest.
He looked up at him with a big smile on his face and yelled, "I love you so fuckin' much!", before nuzzling into his chest.
Thrax's eyes opened wide and his breath caught in his throat. It felt like his heart was about to explode. Did he really...? He let go of Ozzy's hand and grabbed his chin to make him look up at him. "What did you say, baby?", he asked, his voice shaking.
Ozzy gazed into his eyes and repeated, "I love you, you big idiot!"
Thrax couldn't help but let a huge smile creep across his face. Oh my God. He let go of Ozzy's chin and pulled him into a hug, shutting his eyes and exhaling deeply.
No one had ever said those words to him before, or at least, they hadn't ever really meant them. Before meeting Ozzy, Thrax had never understood the point of love, seeing it as only a distraction. He had never imagined that someone could actually love him, that someone would see something in him to love.
Yet here was Ozzy, the only person Thrax had ever had real feelings for, loudly proclaiming his love for everyone in the club to hear. Thrax didn't have the words. His head was nothing but a jumbled mess.
Holy fucking shit.
He bent down and wrapped his arms around Ozzy's waist, lifting him up and kissing him with a fiery intensity.
Ozzy threw his legs around his waist and put his arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same passion. Thrax broke the kiss and looked Ozzy in the eyes.
"You know I love you too, right?", he said breathlessly. Ozzy nodded and leaned in to kiss him again, but Thrax stopped him, very aware of all the eyes watching them.
"Not here, baby. Let's take this someplace else."
He looked around and saw a door at the back of the room with 'Exit' written above it. With Ozzy still wrapped around him, he stumbled over to it and shoved it open. He stepped out into a dark alleyway, barely looking around before he pushed Ozzy against the wall and held him up, kissing all over his neck.
Ozzy started moaning softly and tilted his head back. He moved his legs so he could start undoing Thrax's belt, and pushed his jeans and underwear down until they pooled around his ankles. Thrax lowered Ozzy down to take off his own shirt and kicked his trousers off of his legs, before ripping Ozzy's jeans off and slamming him back into the wall, kissing him again. The night air was cool, but any exposed skin was quickly pressed together.
Thrax lifted him back up and held him there, while Ozzy raked his fingers through his hair and slung his legs around his waist, tilting his hips so that the tip of Thrax's length was grazing against his entrance.
Thrax broke away and tutted, "patience, baby, let me get you warmed up first." He put one leg under Ozzy, freeing up a hand, and slowly trailed his claws down his stomach. Ozzy gasped as he felt him wrap his hand around his cock and press his lips against his. He moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth, letting Thrax hungrily claim it with his tongue.
He felt as if he was melting under Thrax's heat, and relaxed his whole body into his chest. Normally he would never be so submissive, but being dominated by Thrax in this way just did something to him. He loved the feeling of being completely at his mercy, while knowing that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him.
Thrax moved slowly with his hand, thoroughly enjoying having Ozzy like this. As soon as he heard Ozzy's moans quicken, he would still his hand and press his thumb over the head, denying him completely.
Ozzy weaved his fingers through Thrax's hair and made a fist, whining at the sudden lack of friction. Thrax chuckled internally and pressed his tongue against Ozzy's, waiting for his cock to soften slightly before wrapping his hand around him again, increasing in pressure and speed, touching him just enough to get him to the point where he couldn't help the noises that escaped him.
He would then let go of him again and go back to tracing his claws over his thighs, stomach, hips, anywhere but, bringing him closer every time, just to rip the exact thing he wanted away from him before he could actually have it. He kept up this toe-curling, torturous pace for what felt like forever, and Ozzy didn't know how much more he'd be able to take. He felt like he was about to lose his mind; forever toeing the line between pleasure and madness.
He whined against Thrax's mouth and weakly clawed at his arms, desperately trying to signal that he wanted more, that he needed more, but Thrax simply kissed him deeper, gently closing his hand around him to continue stroking him until he was reduced to nothing but a writhing, moaning mess.
Thrax broke away to admire what was in front of him: Ozzy's cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, his neck littered with bruises and his eyes screwed shut. His crop top had ridden up past his chest and gathered around his collarbone, and his hands were trembling against the wall by the sides of his head.
God, he's so fucking perfect.
Thrax tilted Ozzy's hips towards him and coated his hand with the precum that was dripping down his cock. He slowly rubbed it around his entrance with his thumb, before lowering his head between his legs and spitting onto him.
He looked up to see Ozzy watching him through hazy eyes and felt a little bashful. "Sorry... I know it's a bit gross, but... I don't have any lube..."
Ozzy shook his head. "No... that was hot as fuck..." He gestured with his head and smirked. "Do it again."
Thrax's eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face. Oh my God, he's a freak!
He spread Ozzy's legs wider and spat onto his entrance again, looking up at him as he slowly smeared it around with his thumb. Ozzy blushed; if all that teasing wasn't enough to make him lose his mind, the look on Thrax's face would probably do it.
Brow furrowed, lids heavy, lips slightly parted and slick with saliva, eyes brimming with lust, giving him a look so intense it was as if he could see into Ozzy's soul. God, he's so fucking perfect.
He watched as Thrax spat into his hand and coated his cock with saliva, before wrapping his arms around Ozzy's waist.
Ozzy wasted no time and moved his hips again to position himself over his length. He shifted against the wall so he could put one leg over Thrax's shoulder, as Thrax tightened his grip around his waist. Ozzy groaned as he felt Thrax push into him, but any more noises were then stifled by soft lips pressing against his.
He started slow, giving Ozzy a chance to get used to him, going slightly deeper with every thrust. Ozzy, however, was feeling impatient after all that teasing. He didn't want to be treated nicely this time. They were having sex against a wall in a dirty alleyway, for Frank's sake. He wanted to be taken. Used. Abused. Ravished.
He scratched down Thrax's back and whimpered as he shook his head from side to side. "I want..." He grabbed his face and kissed him again, before pressing their foreheads together. "Don't hold back... I want you to use me."
Thrax stilled and looked into his eyes. They were watery and pleading, yet hungry, and absolutely brimming with lust. In all his years, of all of the people he had dated, fooled around with, slept with, no one had ever looked at him quite like that.
"Fuck, Ozzy...", he whispered, before pressing his lips against his. He gave a shallow thrust and smirked as Ozzy let out a soft gasp and clenched around him.
A moan escaped Thrax's lips then as Ozzy started rolling his hips, forcing him deeper. "F-fuck me properly, you prick", he managed to say, not sounding the least bit as commanding as he had probably hoped.
Thrax laughed. "Okay, but only because you've been such a good boy", he lulled in his ear, earning a slap on the shoulder.
"Shut the fu-", Ozzy started to say, cut off by his breath catching in his throat as Thrax gave a circular grind of his hips, before rocking out and back into him, sinking deeper with every stroke. Ozzy groaned at the new friction and sunk his nails into Thrax's back, but Thrax only tightened his grip.
Being able to hold Ozzy like this, having him wrapped around him, leaving nothing between them, being able to laugh and joke even in such an intimate moment... any small doubts that Thrax had about his feelings had just been quashed. He was falling hopelessly, irrevocably, feverishly in love.
He left slow kisses up Ozzy's neck, stopping only to whisper in his ear. "I fucking love you."
Ozzy tried to respond, to tell Thrax how much he loved him back, but with their bodies pressed together, the waves of heat cycling through him after every stroke, Thrax's soft breath on his face, the touch of his lips as he kissed his cheeks, forehead, neck and chest, words escaped him. He clung on tighter, losing himself in him, wanting nothing more than to drown in him. He slid his hand through his braids, tangling them around his fingers, before gripping tight and forcing his face into the crook of his neck.
Thrax was moaning deeply as he continued grinding into him, never letting up. He put one arm on the wall in front of him to steady himself, as Ozzy put his other leg over Thrax's shoulder, the new position drawing his cock in further. A gasping moan broke free as Thrax brushed against that swollen spot inside of him over, and over, and over again.
Ozzy arched his body towards Thrax and tilted his head back, every stroke sending a jolt of pleasure down his thighs and up into his throat. He shut his eyes and whispered, "I love you so much."
"God, I love you too, Ozzy", Thrax replied breathlessly, planting a few kisses on his cheeks.
Ozzy brought a hand down to his cock and started stroking himself as he felt the pressure building below his stomach. He tossed his head back and curled his toes, moaning Thrax's name as he came over both of their chests.
Thrax wasn't far behind, and being able to watch Ozzy come absolutely undone while tightening around him pushed him closer still. He sunk his claws into Ozzy's hips and kissed him deeply, moaning against his mouth as he came.
Ozzy felt the heat spread through him like a fire and let a sound of pure bliss escape his lips, enjoying the sensitivity and leftover waves as Thrax rode out his orgasm. The last few thrusts were slow and languid, with Thrax leaving soft, tender kisses up and down Ozzy's neck as he caught his breath.
He then raised his head to look Ozzy in the eyes. "I love you so much", he whispered. Ozzy brushed a lock of hair out of his face and whispered it back, before leaning in to kiss him.
He broke away to catch his breath, rolling his head back against the wall. He tilted it to the side and laughed quietly. "Fuck, that was crazy. I've never done that in public before."
Thrax smirked and left a small kiss on his neck. "Well, I had to make sure your new life started out with a bang, didn't I?"
Ozzy laughed again and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Thrax still inside him, of his lips on his skin as he left slow kisses up his neck, his warmth swirling through his body. "I love the way you... hold me", he whispered. "It's like I'm yours."
He opened his eyes slightly to look down at Thrax. "It's not in a weird dominating kinda way. It's... intense, caring, like you don't ever wanna let me go. It's nice." He shifted a bit and sank further onto Thrax's length. "And, God, I love the way you feel inside me."
He reached out to run his fingers through Thrax's hair, relaxing into his chest and shutting his eyes again. "I'm so glad I came with you."
He felt Thrax kiss him on the cheek, before he buried his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his grip around him. "Thank you for coming."
They stayed like this for a while, Ozzy starting to nod off, before Thrax asked, "are your legs okay? Do you think you can stand?"
Ozzy opened his heavy eyelids and wiggled his toes a little. "Mhm."
Thrax held onto his waist as Ozzy slid his legs off his shoulders. He put him on the ground, and Ozzy leant against the wall, closing his eyes and exhaling heavily.
He felt his heart flutter as Thrax suddenly cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, pressing every part of himself as close to Ozzy as he could.
He broke away and rested his forehead against Ozzy's for a moment, gazing at him through heavy-lidded eyes, before bending down to put his jeans on.
"Lemme clean you up", he whispered as he grabbed his shirt from the floor. He patted Ozzy's thigh to get him to spread his legs wider and started using his shirt to wipe him clean. He then went up to his stomach and opened his mouth to say something to him, but could see that he had already started to doze off, so he put the rest of their clothes over his shoulder and picked him up. He carried him in his arms back to their hotel, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
When he arrived, he kicked the front door open and grunted at the cell behind the counter, glaring at him as if to say that he better not even dare glance at the man in his arms.
He struggled up the stairs and fumbled to try and get the key out of his pocket without waking Ozzy. He became impatient and ended up kicking the door open again, making Ozzy murmur something in his sleep.
He hushed him, before placing him down on the bed and putting the covers over him. He stroked his head and quietly hummed, watching as his expression softened and his breathing slowed.
He stood up to pull his jeans off and clumsily tossed them into the corner of the room, before crawling into bed and pulling Ozzy into his chest. He dropped a few kisses on his forehead and smiled to himself as he thought about everything that had happened that day.
There was no doubt in Thrax's mind that Ozzy did truly mean it when he said he loved him. He had proven it time and time again during the last 48 hours: being emotionally vulnerable in front of him, risking his position on the force, leaving everything behind for him and, ultimately, entrusting him with his life.
He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes as Ozzy nuzzled up against him.
Thrax then thought about the way he would often catch Ozzy looking at him. Eyes that were once filled with nothing but fear and hatred were now full of love and warmth. No one had ever looked at Thrax the way Ozzy did.
The most shocking thing for Thrax, however, was the way he felt about Ozzy. He couldn't believe that, after all his years of loneliness and disdain for almost everyone he came across, he had actually fallen for someone, and that that someone had fallen for him too.
Everything had happened so fast, and Thrax had barely had any time to wrap his head around what this thing between them was, or how it had even come about.
Ozzy could have so easily called for backup and got him thrown in jail that day that Thrax had pinned him to the shower wall. He could have shot him in the park for kissing him, rejected his advances out of fear or confusion, or simply refused to run away with him.
Instead, he had been open, trusting, forgiving, and willing to risk it all, and Thrax had never felt more grateful to anyone.
He tightened his grip around his shoulders and kissed him on the forehead, whispering, "thank you for everything, Ozzy."