A Song For You//[Thonny]

Chapter Nine

Thom groans and yawns, slowly coming out of his surprisingly deep slumber. He pries his tired eyes open, immediately flinching from the rays of light that seep in through the windows and shine directly into his eyes. He blinks a few times to clear his vision, and he finds he's in Jonnys room, in his bed. He sighs and goes to sit up, but finds he's being held back, Jonnys arm draped over his middle section as he sleeps peacefully.

Thom smiles and rolls to his side to face him, looking over his drop dead gorgeous features as he sleeps. He's pretty. What a strange way to describe another boy.

Even the slight movements of Thoms waking body causes Jonny to sigh and wrap his arm around Thom a little tighter, his own eyes slowly drifting open. He is met with the sight of Thom smiling at him softly, a look of pure adoration crossing his features as he stares back.

Jonnys own lips curl into a soft smile and he leans forward, pressing a sloppy kiss to Thoms lips. Thom immediately reciprocates, his hand moving to cup the side of Jonnys face as the kiss quickly deepens. In the heat of the moment, Thom finds himself being straddled by Jonny, who holds either side of Thoms face as he darts his tongue into his mouth.

"Mmm... good morning.." Thom mumbles between kisses, which Jonny continues to push and deepen.

A sharp gasp escapes their throats as Jonny circles his hips, grinding against Thom with slow yet desperate movements. Jonny feeds off the reaction he gets from Thom, taking it as a sign to continue his movement.

"Oh, you're so eager..." Jonny mumbles, his fingers trailing down Thoms neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He starts to kiss down Thom jawline, nibbling on the flesh and leaving small marks and bruises. "I just don't understand..." He mutters.

Thom bites his lip, choking back the sounds that tried to claw there way out of his throat. "Don't understand what?..." Thom asks, almost drowning in Jonnys touch already.

"Why you left me." Jonny replies. His hands cease to continue down his body, stopping in the middle of his neck before wrapping around and tightening, constricting his airflow suddenly.

Thoms eyes snap open, wide and instantly filled with fear. He gasps and his hands fly to his neck, scratching at Jonnys surprisingly strong hands and trying to pry them off. When did Jonny get so fucking strong?

Jonnys eyes bore down into Thoms as his hands tighten more, restricting the airflow to Thoms lungs. "Why did you leave Thom? Why would you do that to me?" He asks, eyes blown out with fury.

Thom gasps, or at least tries too, but Jonnys grip only tightens with every breath he tries to take, like a boa constrictor with its prey, killing it slowly and painfully. Tears welled in Thoms eyes as he looked up at Jonny in fear, but Jonnys face was dead, zero emotion in his features as Thoms vision began to go black.

Thoms sits up fast, eyes snapping open again. He looks around, and he's back in his own room. His chest rises and fall rapidly, taking in the air that he felt had been cut off in his dream, but it wasn't real. His hands move to his neck, feeling around the skin to make sure there is no bruising. Not real.

Oh, that better not be one of those dreams of the future. Or some crazy sign.

He rubs his face, taking a few deep breaths to clear his mind. He side eyes the clock. 9:17 AM. He groans and flops back down, hands going back to cover his face. Everyday just starts the same. He never wants to get out of bed, but now, he feels like there is just a little more reason to get up in the morning.

Except there was one problem.

He is shamefully hard. 

Oh great. He groans again, covering his face as if to hide himself from people who weren't in the room with him. Why is this happening to me? He just can't understand why he can't shake these feelings for Jonny, or worse, why he was dreaming about it. Before it turned into a nightmare, it was a dream. It was what Thom had wanted for much too long to admit, because frankly, it was embarrassing.