Goodnight, Thomas - A Metias/Thomas Legend fanfiction (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 7

[Sorry for abandoning this story lol. I literally wrote this when I was 14 and I'm in university now. I just logged into my Wattpad account for the first time in years and found this chapter sitting finished in my drafts, so here you go. I honestly don't know if I even remember enough about Legend to finish the story at this point, so... sorry in advance if I never update again. But maybe I'll try? No promises.]

(Thomas' POV)

After a brief awkward silence between me and June, she turns on the TV and I get up and walk to the kitchen to see how dinner is coming along.

Metias is an amazing cook. He made roast chicken, potatoes and salad and picked out the perfect wine to go with them. He checks the timer on the stove, studies the chicken in the oven for a moment, then leans against the counter and smiles at me.

"You can take off your jacket, you know. We're not at work now."

I look down, hesitate, then unbutton my military jacket. Metias has already changed completely, now dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I drape my jacket over the back of a chair and smooth out the collared shirt I was wearing underneath.

Metias looks me over, then walks up to me and kisses me lightly on the cheek. "You're very handsome, Thomas," he mutters into my ear.

I glance over my shoulder, but Metias places a hand on my cheek and guides my face back to him. "It's ok, she can't see us from here," he assures me, reading my mind.

"You're being very reckless," I warn halfheartedly.

Metias only grins and kisses me again, on the lips this time, pressing me into the counter. I use one hand to steady myself and bring the other up to wrap around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Will you be staying tonight?" Metias breathes against my lips.

I shudder. "Can I? What about...?"

Metias shakes his head, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "The walls are soundproof."

I stare into his eyes for a moment. "They'd better be," I whisper, pressing my lips to his again. "I don't plan on being quiet."

I don't know why I said it. It just slipped out, really. But the effect it had on Metias was instantaneous. His pupils dilated, his breath quickened, and his hips rocked forward and trapped mine in place. He's half-hard.

I let him grind against me for a minute before squeeze my eyes shut and gently push him away. "Metias," I mutter. "Dinner."

He makes a frustrated sound and rests his forehead on my shoulder, breathing heavily. "I can't... I can't cook like this."

My mind races. "I'll help you."

He raises his head slowly to look at me. "What... What do you mean?"

After a brief hesitation, I reach down and stuff my hand, rather unceremoniously, down the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock. Metias chokes and thrusts his hips forward.

So that's how I ended up jerking Metias off against his kitchen counter.

He doesn't last long; a few tugs and he's spilling onto my hand and into his underwear.

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(June's POV)

As far as I'm concerned, Metias took longer than he should have to make dinner, but hey, I'm not the cook. At least the food is good. I'm not complaining.