“You’re fiddling again.”
James hummed questioningly, not looking up from his book as he twirled the ring on his finger. They’re both laying in bed, naked as new born babes, and Thomas had let James lounge on his chest.
“You’re fiddling with your ring,” Thomas said softly as he wrapped his arms around James’ chest. “You do that when something troubling happens. What is it?”
“The Tale of the Tub,” James murmured. “It’s rather… evocative.”
“You mean it makes most of my peers slam their boots on the floor in distaste?”
“Exactly.”
Thomas laughed and kissed his lover’s cheek. “Let them stomp. Is it any good? I’ve not gotten round to reading it yet…”
James hummed and leaned further back against him, moving one hand up to idly run his fingers through Thomas’ hair. Thomas made a pleased sound. “It’s not too terrible. A little much but… not bad.”
He lapsed into silence and Thomas stroked his hands up and down James’ sides. James moaned softly and continued to read. They lay quietly together for a while until James broke the silence.
“You’re fidgeting again,” James mumbled.
“No I’m not! And you can’t even see me!”
“I’m not looking but I can feel it. You’ve got your finger on your lip again,” James looked up and he was right. Thomas laughed, drawing his hand from his mouth and put it on James’ cheek.
“You know me so well.”
“I know. And you know me.”
FlintHamilton Appreciation Week day 6: a little thing
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