chapter eleven

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jefferson.

If all the messages popping up on the strangers' phone were important, Thomas mused, he'd pick up the phone, right? And he was not opening his phone. In fact, when Thomas got back to his apartment, the younger man tossed his phone onto the couch.

"Is that important?" Thomas murmured, glancing over the man's shoulder at the phone on the couch before returning to the other's face. His hands made its way down his waist. The stranger gripped Thomas by the collar, looking fairly out of it. "Prolly not," he murmured, kissing the side of Thomas' mouth.

Thomas hummed, lifting the other's hands off his collar and pushing gently past him. While Thomas cared little for many things, if someone was texting that hastily it had to be important. Thomas stared down at the phone.

easy-bake oven: [james]
easy-bake oven: [james]
easy-bake oven: [james!!!!]
easy-bake oven: [james reply]
pegleg: [dude]
pegleg: [that guy you're with]
pegleg: [bad news ok]
pegleg: [where are you]
right angle: [James, where are you?]
right angle: [Respond please.]
mary's lewds: [jaaaaaames]

Thomas blinked. He didn't kidnap so-called James. Why were his friends so worried? And so lucky of him to have James name all his friends with absolutely (admittedly hilarious) idiotic titles.

"Stranger, what are you doing?" James murmured from behind him.

madison.

The stranger turned around, eyes reading confusion but not lasting very long. He smiled, that same liquid gold smile that had charmed James before, and he melted. He pressed his body against the stranger's, and the stranger hoisted him up by the collar.

The sun was bright behind James' eyelids when he woke up. He rolled over, wanting to sleep longer. But when he blinked his eyes open, James sat up quickly in surprise. "Oh, shit."

There was a guy. A very, very pretty guy, a guy with a attractive face and a cute little grin while he was sleeping. But the issue laid in the fact that the man was sleeping, and James was in the same bed as him.

"Mornin."

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