Thomas

Thomas kept texting you over and over begging about his medication "flame guy.. ! Please i need them.. I never ask for. Muchh @_@", never ask much my ass.. But oh well, maybe this time he could give you something back.

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Before you knew it you were already at his house! You quickly went into the living room, falling into the couch side by side with him. "Thomas." Andreas flatly says while shoving a hand into his jean pockets in search of the drugs he brought for his best friend.

He eventually finds what he's looking for and brings it into view, "Look, I brought you something. excited?" he smiles and waves the bag left and right gently to entice him.

"Oh! Andreas, I knew you were nice but not this much! thanks so much..." Thomas excitedly clasps his hands together and pauses before questioning him.

"Uhh, what is it?" His hands move to grab the mysterious bag of pills but they get shoved away quickly. "Ah, ah, ah! Patience, Thomas, It's a secret so you'll just have to wait and see." Andreas holds Thomas' wrists while scolding him for his urgency to get his hands all over them.

"Why don't you get yourself some water, yeah?" He lets go of Thomas' hands in order for him to leave, "When you come back I'll hand them over." Andreas laughs softly, his eyes trailing over to the hall that leads to Thomas' kitchen.

Thomas is absolutely on board with this idea and bounces up from the couch, "Okay—y-yes... I won't be long!" He rushes over to the kitchen, glasses clink together as he cleans a cup in the sink to pour water into.

Thomas hardly ever cleans or washes dishes unless theres really nothing left for him to use. He wasn't always this unbearably lazy and gross, only until he got on those meds that Andreas gave him, that's when he lost himself entirely.

Meanwhile, Andreas lays back with the remote controller for the TV in his hand; ready to entertain himself with something more than just television alone., his eyes fixating back onto Thomas as he enters the living room.

Thomas seats himself next to Andreas, once again, trying to take the drugs from him only to be put off for the second time. "Relax. I know I said you could have them, but what's the rush?" Andreas coaxes, pulling in Thomas with an arm.

Thomas sighs, clearly upset by Andreas' consistent denials. Nonetheless he buries his face into his shoulder, a soft blush warms his face as he talks, "Fine. Could I please have them soon atleast? I was excited, y'know??"

Andreas ruffles Thomas' hair, ignoring his question and continuing to click through movies on the TV. Thomas presses himself closer to Andreas, an icky and sweet tightness in his stomach, his arms wrap around him desperately, nearly dropping his cup of water everywhere.

"Yes??...No? Andreas!?" Thomas glances up from his shoulder, "Answerrrr...!" he begs.

"Quiet, all you do is ask questions and it's ridiculous." Andreas playfully responds, his other hand digging down into the opened plastic bag. "C'mere." He motions at Thomas for him to come sit on his lap.Thomas looks down at Andreas' lap, then to his hand in the bag of drugs that he's been wanting all this time. He doesn't respond and sluggishly pushes himself onto Andreas' legs, facing towards him. His eyes follow the two colourful pills until they reach in-front of his face, a few seconds of silence pass before Andreas attempts to guide Thomas a bit.

"Go on, use your brain." Thomas awkwardly laughs and opens his mouth, the pills being forced in. He pulls away from Andreas' hand with the drugs in his mouth now to drink his water.

He swallows them with a few gulps of water before sighing, Thomas' stupid smile finds its way back onto his face. "So good." Andreas praises quietly, hoping Thomas was finally content with himself after all this begging.

Thomas and Andreas were watching some random romance movie, Thomas was still between Andreas' legs and mindlessly staring at the screen, making immature comments here and there about how stupid the unnecessary intimate scenes were. Andreas would shush him for some peace and quiet up until the 30-40 minute mark in the movie where Thomas grew silent on his own.

"Tommy? you alright?" Andreas leaned down and placed his arms around Thomas, resting his head between his neck and shoulder.

Thomas jolted and caught his breath, "Ah! yeah, I'm alright... kinda." Andreas quickly caught on to the change in Thomas' behavior, smiling to himself that the effects were finally making their mark on him.

Having already planned this before coming over in the first place, Andreas kissed Thomas' neck. He laughed when Thomas expectedly whined, of course he would.

As much as he enjoyed it, he didn't expect Andreas to kiss him even if they were already established to be close in that kind of way.

"W-why?—" Andreas cut off Thomas before he could spout anymore questions at him, "Won't you just be grateful for once, hm? I don't think I'm not asking for much." His hands trail down to lazily rest on Thomas' stomach.

"Could you do that for me?" He continues, his thumbs flicking up and down softly against Thomas in a soothing rhythm.Yeah, s-sorry. I'm sorry." Thomas slurs, his face flushed and seeming to have a lack of control over his words. His breathing grows uneven as time passes, it became increasingly difficult to focus on anything at all.

"You're sweating, need your shirt off?" Andreas slips his fingers beneath Thomas' shirt in anticipation. "Mhm!" Thomas hums in agreement while attempting to sit up straight to have his shirt removed; Andreas grips the fabric and pulls it up over his head.

He sighs in relief, even if it didn't help all that much it still felt a little better. Andreas looks down, his eyes scanning over Thomas' scarred arms and body. Some must've been acquired from his past in the war, some from obvious self infliction.Through Thomas' eyes, everything blurs together, a warm heat in his lower abdomen and it almost hurts? His hand reaches off to the side to grab the remote, missing multiple times before finally pausing the movie. Thomas barely makes out what Andreas is saying as his hand tugs at his pants.

Andreas was quickly becoming impatient, "Don't move, got it?" Thomas closes his eyes tightly, it's not like he was going to reject this but at the same time even if he wanted to; he could not. It was like he couldn't muster up any energy to make Andreas stop or get away from him.

Andreas doesn't wait for a response. "Good." He slides Thomas' pants off just low enough for his parts to be exposed. All day Thomas couldn't stop pestering Andreas about coming over but now that his hand is in his pants, his temptation grew.

Amongst other things.

"Lay down." Andreas commanded, pushing Thomas off of him in a careless manner. He couldn't wait a second longer to ram his dick into Thomas' insides and jizz himself. He wasn't planning to go easy either just because Thomas wasn't sober, it mean't nothing to him.

Thomas shakily gets up to position himself on the couch but Andreas grabs him by the front of his hair, slamming his head back into the headrest. "A-ah!" Thomas whimpers then bites his lip, his hands come up to rub the back of his head.

At this point Andreas begins to undo the buttons on his jeans, ignoring Thomas' distressed breathing that went on in the background. It'll be over before he knows it, Andreas thought...

Thomas couldn't even think for himself, in-fact he was only letting this happen because he liked Andreas and couldn't figure out how to make it stop in this delirious state he was in.

Andreas scoffed a laugh. "Aww, Thomas... Don't look so upset. It's really ruining our moment."

He came over and pulled Thomas' pants the rest of the way down so he could position himself between his legs. Thomas looked down through hazy vision and became wide eyed reflexively, Surely this would hurt quite a bit.