Within Their World

Thomas Gets Safe Words

Thomas' POV

     I'm laying down on the couch, with my legs bent as I swing my feet lazily in the air. I'm watching a documentary on animal planet about koalas and I must say, I never really knew just how dumb they truly are. I snicker when the man claims that the slow animals can't even recognize eucalyptus leaves as a food if their not on a plant and rolls my eyes.

     When the show goes on commercial, I lift my head when the smell of food begins wafting form the kitchen and I grin, knowing I'm going to be eating good of Zack is cooking. I push myself off the couch and push my long sleeve up onto my forearms, the weather too hot for the fabric but it's necessary all the same. I pad into the kitchen with bare feet and pull myself up onto one of the stools around the island and smile at my Bond.

     As he cooks what looks like my favorite pasta, he's humming a song to himself and dancing around in a pink apron I got him as a gag gift that he adores.

    When he hears me come in, he turns to give me my favorite crooked smile and my breath gets caught in my throat by the look of it.

     I've been home for almost four months and my sexual hunger for the perfect man that's currently cooking for me, has done nothing but grown. And it's frustrating because neither of us have made any moves since we've been reunited. I haven't said anything because I'm scared he doesn't want to, no longer attracted to me because I refuse to show my body. And he hasn't asked or said anything about it.

     As I watch his hips swivel and thrust to the beat of his hums, and my cock begins to twitch inside my pants, I decide to be a man and take the first step. Even if the thought of it has my heart clenching on anxiety.

    Though I want my delicious man to have his way with me, I'm not ready for the level of comfort that we always had with each other's bodies yet. And I don't know if he wants to have sec with me if he can't have all of me. I try to push the upsetting thoughts from my head and instead focus on my stunning man that's making a beeping plate of food for he both of us.

     Getting back healthy and eating was a struggle for the both of us, but with support from one other and our friends and a lot of struggle days, we've finally reached our goal of normalcy when it comes to eating.

      Not a huge step, but a step in the right direction. A step towards being okay again.

He sets the plates down and I look up at him through my lashes as I thank him and pick up my fork to twirl the pasta around it. My stomach isn't agreeing with the smell anymore after the anxious thoughts running but I suck it up and begin eating.

I must be more out of it than I thought because Zack puts his fork down and touches my hand with his making me jump. I raise my eyes to look into his and see concern etched out on his face.

"What's wrong? Is the food not good? You're barely eating." He tells me and I can't help the way my heart melts at how he always tries to make sure everything is perfect for me, even if sometimes I act like it only annoys me.

"No the food is perfect, as always." I tell him and he smiles for a moment before he tilts his head.

"Then what is it? Is it a bad day?" He asks me worry full in his voice and I shake my head before I decide to just spit it out and get it over with.

"No, no. I just.... why haven't you touched me?" I ask him and I want to smack myself in the head because that's not how I wanted it to come out at all, and the question confuses Ares as he frowns.

"What do you mean? I'm touching you right now." He says and he lifts our conjoined hands in between us and I and I groan.

      "Never mind." I tell him pulling my hand away softly with red cheeks and an aching cock that I try my best to ignore. There's a beat of silence before it finally clicks.