fand0mfan:

Let all the trumpets sound, the day is here! It is Thomas Hamilton Resurrection Day (and also my birthday). As such, I asked for prompts, and I thank the two anons who sent me the following:

• Thomas tells James about the time he almost died as a child
• Modern AU, Thomas wakes up from a coma

Here’s my 1200-word response (and if you’d rather read it on AO3, it’s here).

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“I nearly died once, you know.”  They are in bed together, sticky and sweaty and replete, their bare skin cooling in the aftermath of pleasure.  To other people, this would seem perhaps an odd moment for Thomas to choose such a somber topic.  But not to James.  James is muzzy-headed with the joy his body is still, miraculously, capable of experiencing, the joy of Thomas there to once again be its cause.  He is hardly likely to stop the man sharing whatever he wants to share, given that he is alive—alive!—to share anything with James at all.

He wraps his arms more tightly around Thomas’s solid torso and offers up Did you now?, ready to hear all the stories Thomas wants to tell, be they never so unpleasant.

“I did,” Thomas answers, and shuffles to accommodate James’s limpet grasp.  He, too, has seemed loathe to be physically separate from James since their reunion, and now he strokes one calloused hand aimlessly along James’s back as he goes on.  “Well, truth be told, there were several incidents since we’ve been parted, but I don’t want to speak of those tonight.”

“Speak of anything you like,” James says.  He rubs his cheek against the skin beneath it, relishing warmth and firm pectoral muscle.  Perhaps he should be chagrined at this reference to Thomas’s difficulties in their years apart, but that can come later.  Right now, he floats in blissful fatigue.  James is, to put it plainly, well fucked, and pleased about the fact.

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