Thomas’s fingers clenched and released in Scott’s hair over and over, then he let go to grip the counter behind himself. His thighs were trembling, and when he exhaled, it was shaky, and brittle. He averted his gaze, choosing to stare into the corner of the room while he panted.
Scott took Thomas from his mouth before he began twitching with oversensitivity, then sat back on his heels.
As soon as Thomas’s cock was free, Thomas shoved it into his boxers as he hastily pulled them up, then yanked his jeans to his hips.
“Was that…was that your first –”
Thomas brushed past, fixing his button, then yanked open a kitchen drawer. Scott pressed his lips in a firm line, waiting until Thomas turned to him before finishing his question. “– first blowjob?”
Thomas didn’t answer. His eye darted around the kitchen like a spooked animal.
“Thomas?”
Scott’s assurance that everything was alright died in his throat as Thomas dropped a twenty-pound note onto the floor. It slipped against the tiles on the downdraft, hitting Scott’s knee. For a few seconds, he stared at it, unable to respond, unable todo much except gawp at the purple-tinted face of the deceased queen.
“Are…are you serious right now?”
“That should cover my…misdemeanour.”
Scott picked up the note; it was crisp, as if brand new, and Scott stared at it, thinking about the relationship he had with sex and money.
There wasn’t one without the other.
He surged to his feet with his whole body protesting. It ached and throbbed, but he made it move to slam the note against Thomas’s chest, sending him back a step.
“Fuck you!”
It wasn’t an affectionate ‘fuck you’ like the times before; it was raging, and accompanied by hot tears, and trembling hands. His knees threatened to give out, and Thomas tried to grip his elbows to steady him, but Scott slapped him away.
“You bastard!”
Thomas attempted to pin Scott’s arms by his side, telling him to calm down, but it only enraged him further. He broke out of Thomas’s hold, hurtling backwards until his hip caught the edge of the counter. Tears tickled his cheeks, and he slapped them away, shaking his head. Thomas’s eyes were heavy on him, but when Scott looked, Thomas averted his gaze.
“To think I missed you…” Scott grimaced at his voice, crackling, tinged with upset. “I missed you when I left Brixton… I’m an idiot.” He swallowed. “I’m getting my things and leaving –”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Scott glowered. “Oh, aren’t I?”
“No. You’re not.”
“Why not?”
Thomas lowered his head, but his voice remained hard. “You need to stay. You need to stay so I can fix this.”
“Fix what?”
“Whatever it is I just broke.”
Scott turned away. “I can’t… I can’t be around you right now.”
Thomas nodded. “Understandable, but don’t leave. I’ll give you space; I’ll lock myself away, but don’t go. I need to know you’re somewhere in the mansion, I need to know you’re still here.”
“Why?”
“I just do.”
“Fine,” Scott snapped. “I’ll stay. For tonight at least.”
