Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter Eight

After holding each other for a few minutes, the two men made their way back into Thomas' house.

They returned to the kitchen in silence, and sat down at the table. Thomas didn't want to say a word, for fear that he would ruin everything again. He'd let Alexander do the talking. Alex was good at that.

Alex sat awkwardly, staring at the Virginian in front of him. He cleared his throat, fixing the magenta shirt that hung loosely off of his shoulders and nodded when Thomas came back to the table with an assortment of cereal brands, milk, two spoons and two bowls. He was nervous to make eye contact with his partner, so he stared at the cereal he wanted and reached, opening the container to pour a decent amount into his bowl.

They ate in silence for a while. To say that there was an elephant in the room would have been an understatement... for lack of a better metaphor, it felt like the whole of the animal kingdom was crammed into Thomas' kitchen.

Alex was getting too anxious. He didn't want Thomas to open his mouth and say something that would make things worse, so he sacrificed his pride and initiated the conversation.

Thomas sat there, eating his food silently. He made eye contact with Alexander on multiple occasions, before he awkwardly looked away, almost...sheepish looking. Alexander rose a brow slowly, taking this as a moment to finally speak up.

"Thomas....I don't want this to make it awkward between us. I know you know I have feelings for you...and I just--"

"And you know that I suck at showing emotions," Thomas stated bluntly, staring at him for a moment, then continuing. "You don't need to spill your heart to me, Alexander. I don't want that. Alright, sure. I do share the same feelings, are you even sure that I could be good enough for you? That I'd always be there? Do you?" he wasn't going to fight; his voice was calm, proper, rather gentle, as if he was trying to talk Alexander out of loving him.

"I've already decided to stay Thomas," Alexander replied. "I know you'll be there for me, because I'll do the same for you."

Thomas started to tear up at this, which surprised him because he'd honestly thought he had no more tears left to cry after the morning they've just had.

"And another thing," Alexander carried on, "we need to fucking communicate, okay? No more of this 'not talking about feelings' bullshit. We're taking this seriously."

Thomas nodded, wiping his eyes. "Well, what are we, Alex?"

Alexander sighed a little as he looked at Thomas, genuinely caring that he was crying. That shows he cares he mentally noted.

"I want to be yours." Alexander stated quietly, and Thomas' eyes widened, but he stayed silent. "What do you think about that?" he asked after a moment, looking the tall man in the eyes.

"That's....brilliant." Thomas breathed out. "Absolutely,...magnifique.." he whispered the soft French word.

Alexander had never heard such raw emotion conveyed in a single word. His eyes widened, and that did it for Alex. He leaned in and planted a kiss on Thomas' lips. He could taste the salt from Thomas' tears, but that just made him even more passionate.

Thomas drove so much intensity and feeling into that kiss. He wanted to Alex how much he meant to him, how much he cared, how much he lovedhim.

Thomas' eyes closed tightly, he felt like sobbing as he was kissed, his face clearly showing it...he focused himself on the kiss, though.

Alexander slowly moved a hand to cup his cheek and then slowly crawl over onto his lap, his other hand pressing into the back of the man's neck. They pulled away slowly after a moment, Alexander blushing.

"I love you," he whispered, and Thomas nodded slowly.

"I love you too," he breathed.

Both of their hearts were pounding in their chests. Was it too early for these confessions? Their time together had been a rollercoaster from start to finish, but Alexander couldn't deny that he felt a little bit worried when he thought too far ahead into the future. Thomas was so passionate, maybe a little too much, and it wasn't very ideal that he couldn't express it. Alexander adjusted his seating on Thomas' lap, getting a better balance.

Alexander stared at Thomas, cupping his jaw and running his thumb across his perfect stubble, letting out a sigh. Thomas watched him curiously, raising a slow brow.

"What is it, darlin'?" Thomas asked quietly, rubbing his hips lightly as he stared at him.

Alexander just sighed, and started peppering gentle kisses along Thomas' jaw.

"Nothing's wrong," he answered between kisses, smiling as he did so. "I'm just thinking about how amazing it is that I'm sitting here with you. It's crazy."

Thomas hummed and rubbed Alex's back, closing his eyes and breathing in the immigrant's scent.

Thomas smiled to himself as Alexander kept kissing at his face, eventually, it moved to his neck and throat, lightly nipping on occasion and just inhaling his scent again. Thomas was enjoying himself, listening to Alexander's happy hums as he kissed his neck and let his eyes fall shut as they sat there.

He was reveling in all of the attention that the smaller man was giving him, letting Alexander lead as he pleased. After a minute or two, Alexander pulled away and gazed into Thomas' eyes, memorizing every detail of Thomas' face.

"I think we should start from the beginning," Alexander commented. "We need a new chapter."

Thomas pursed his lips.

"Then let's write it together."