A special kind of self-care

Thomas x Roman

Warning: sexual content / role play / angst smut with feelings

Roman was laying on his bed wrapped up in the blankets, from his toes up to his nose. He had a laptop in front of him playing a Disney films to try distract himself.

Thomas had realised a little late into everything that he had been neglecting the one side that needed him the most; Roman looked so downtrodden after Thomas had agreed to give Janus a seat at their table.

"I should make it up to him as soon as possible," he told himself on the way to his bedroom, Thomas turned off the downstairs lights.

He opened the door and sat on the edge of his bed contemplating what he could even do to make this right.

Roman felt his mattress sink from extra weight which made him jump a little, not expecting anybody to be in here. He didn't want to move but couldn't see who it was with the covers over his head "who i-is it?"

Thomas jumped at the voice, not realising by thinking of Roman so much he'd transported himself to Roman's room. Panicking, Thomas stood up "n-no one."

Thump.

Thomas tripped over a rug he didn't have in his own room and groaned loudly rolling on the floor.

Roman recognised the voice; Thomas' voice. He heard the thump and shifted himself so that he could look down at Thomas but still kept on the bed "hey, Are you alright? That didn't sound good." Roman was quiet with his words.

"I'm fine, Ro." Thomas hoisted himself back onto to the end of the bed, "so this is your room; it's nice."

Roman sat up and looked around the room as if he was lost, shrugging "it's the same as everyone else's room... Just some slight differences."

Thomas smiled awkwardly, "yeah that's how it works... right?" Thomas averted his gaze, fidgeting restlessly, "how are you doing, I was actually coming to see you just- Roman you've always been my hero, nothing will ever change that."

Roman shrunk into the blanket, covering the majority of his face with it. "y-you're lying.. I know you are" Roman clung onto the blanket, balling his fists into the fabric.

"Roman, please. You've done so much for me over the years... I'm so sorry I hurt you, I never meant to... I-" Thomas stopped himself.

Roman lowered the blanket from his face and his eyes nervously trailed to Thomas "o-okay... What is it?"

Thomas smiled sadly, but there was an earnest look of adoration in his eyes. He took a deep breath, "Roman, I love you."

Colour returned to Romans face, a bright red almost as red as his sash "B-b-but you love e-every-one" he stuttered out, going to cover his face again.

Thomas caught the sheet in his hand to stop Roman from hiding, "That's true, but I've only just fully understood that you guys had these feelings about me too."

"I- I guess..." Roman looked down unsure, his eyes almost seeming closed.

"Roman, I realised how I can show you I love you guys. If you'll have me, I'd like to be in an open relationship with everyone that makes me, me." Thomas asked.

"I'd like that" Roman looked at Thomas to confirm his approval, a soft smile plastered on his face.

A heavily weight was lifted from Thomas' shoulder, and he smiled back. He stood and walked around the bed to get in on the side Roman wasn't on. Thomas took one of Romans hands and held it gently. "Me too."

Roman's face flushed more - if possible - hesitantly holding onto Thomas' hand as well "you're the best Knight in shining armour I would've hoped for."