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Thomas couldn’t tell whether the tightness in his throat was from the blue vocaloid binder wrapped around his chest, or the sudden petals spewing from his mouth. It had only happened recently– the burning tightness in his chest– however, the petals had been new.
It all started after something clicked. Ever since that election, he distanced himself from his dear Adams. A major rift. Anyone on the outside could deduce it was from the intensity of the election, with Washington receiving near unanimous votes, and Thomas having to struggle his way into the public’s eye, rivaling against his once good friend John Adams. Thomas had ended up winning the second most votes, becoming the vice president, as his great friend John became the president.
But now, all Thomas could think about was the coiling warmth in his stomach, a stark contrast to the heaving feeling in his throat, and the sharp, white-hot pain in his chest. Thomas sputtered, these lovely pink petals spilling onto the floor of his bathroom, where he currently sat, leaning over the edge of the bathtub.
He heard a knock on the door, and a familiar voice on the other end.
“Tommy, are you alright in there?” John called from the outside. A wave of embarrassment washed over Thomas as he realized his current predicament.
“Yeah, just busy.” Thomas gave his mufflied reply, feeling the fresh taste of petals in the back of his mouth.
“Are you sure? You’ve been in for an hour.”
Thomas’s heart jumped hearing his friend's voice. He did not give a reply, but jumped as he heard the doorknob jiggle.
John cracked open the door. It took a moment to register, but his eyes widened as he saw the rather gorey scene before him. Petals, spatters of blood, all in the bathtub, running down his friend’s white ruffled shirt.
“Thomas..” John furrowed his eyebrows, fixing his dark orbs onto the man hunched over the tub. His friend looked defeated. John walked over to Thomas and hunkered down beside him, pulling his curly box-dyed purple locks from his face.
All Thomas could do was simply stare at John. His body was betraying him due to love. His arms and legs felt weak, he felt lightheaded, and his stomach contorted with unease as his infatuation moved his hair.
John suddenly had something click in the back of his head, he realized this was a classic case of Hanahaki. He felt this moving pity for Thomas, and this slight swirl in his stomach which only grew stronger as he stared. They looked at each other.
“ Thomas… ” John spoke with the softness of an angel, tilting his mouth into a worried frown. Thomas began to feel something, almost as if the burning pain in his chest was lifting. John gently pressed his forehead to Thomas’s, the tips of their noses touched.
“Thomas, why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” John kept his quiet tone.
“Because–” Thomas swallowed down the petals in his throat “– John, you’re my cure. You’re the reason.”
John felt his face heat up, looking into Thomas’s eyes. He reached his hand up and caressed Thomas’s cheek. He tilted his head, pressing a feather-soft kiss to his former rival’s lips. Thomas wrapped his arms around John’s waist, pulling him in close.
“A- Ah, Thomas, careful.” John cautioned, taking a second to take in some air. Thomas only let out a grunt, pulling John into a second kiss. As they broke away, John reached up and began unbuttoning Thomas’s ruffled, bloodied, petal-covered shirt. He pulled the shirt from Thomas, revealing a striking undergarment. A binder with little pale faces plastered all over it, with two draping locks of stunning blue pigtails on each side. John recognized this as Miku.
“Oh Thomas , this is adorable.” John cooed, staring at the binder.
“I know, I got it off of Temu.” Thomas grinned. His voice turned sultry in a second, however.
“Do you want to see what’s beneath them?” He tilted his head. John gave a brisk nod, eager. Thomas lifted his arms, crossing them behind his back, and lifted the binder off his chest with a small struggle. Immediately, he felt his ability to breathe returning. The uncomfortable feelings of petals in the throat eased further. John had wide eyes, staring at his lover’s chest.
“Go on, you can touch them.” Thomas gave a shy smile as John reached a hand up to gently caress his lover’s chest. He massaged into the squishy tissue, which elicited a moan from Thomas.
“Mmm.. What if I want more?” John tilted his head, a sly smirk crawled across his face. Thomas’s face went red as John reached down, taking Thomas’s belt in his hands and undoing it. He then unbuttoned the pants, and pulled the zipper down. John looked up at Thomas, waiting for a confirmation to go further. Thomas gave him an affirming gesture. John pulled off the pants and took a look at the sight before him. Black Hanes boxers, covering gentle curves, and hugging plump thighs. What John noticed the most though was the moisture-wicked fabric at the crotch. It was soaked with slick.
“Already wet, huh? You really want this?” John grinned.
“Yes John, please, I need you.” Whimpered Thomas. The sheer desperation in Thomas’s eyes made John satisfied. John nodded and slid the boxers off of his lover, then positioned himself and dipped his head in between Thomas’s thighs. John took Thomas’s clit in his mouth, sucking on the swollen bud. Thomad tilted his head back and bucked his hips, much to the surprise of John. John dipped his tongue further into Thomas’s crotch, gathering wetness in his mouth. He got into a steady rhythm of sucking, which made his partner let out unholy noises which he thought he’d never hear from Thomas.
“John..~ A- AH! Johnnn..” Thomas groaned out, feeling a wave of warmth rush over his face. “I’m close~” Thomas whined, thrusting his hips in motion with John’s oral.
Thomas let out a final moan as he reached his peak. John was shocked by a wave of wetness hitting him in the face. It dripped down his chin, onto his shirt.
It was a brief moment of silence. Thomas was regaining his composure as he recovered from his climax, and John was trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my..” Thomas breathed out, his chest heaving. John was in a bit of disbelief, realizing what was going on. Never in a thousand years would he have envisioned himself getting buck wild with his friend-turned-rival on the floor of a bathroom after seeing the aftermath of his friend(?) suffering from an awful disease.
Thomas looked up at John. However, his gaze lowered to John’s crotch.
“You seem a bit preoccupied. It’s only fair if I return the favor, right?” Thomas pulled himself up onto his knees, gesturing to John’s crotch. He was hard, who wouldn’t be?
“Yeah, yeah sure.” John replied in an exasperated tone. He was still trying to gather his thoughts while he still could.
Thomas grinned and undid John’s belt in a swift motion, it seemed almost natural to him. The fabric pressing against his raging hard-on felt suffocating until it saw fresh air as Thomas pulled his underwear down. It felt so fast, and odd. Thomas spat in his hand and wrapped it around his boner, starting to jerk him off. That nearly did it for him. It made him feel like a sort of animal.
“Thomas, Thomas please~!” John begged, feeling his legs go weak. He felt right on the edge. He felt a pang of embarrassment, he should last longer, he shouldn’t climax this fast, and —
Thomas let go of his dick, causing John to whimper.
“Why’d you stop?” John whined, the soreness in his crotch returned.
“Be patient.” Thomas winked, then lowered his head til his lips met the tip of the member. He licked some of the precum off of it, tasting the salty savoriness of it. Thomas opened his lips further and put it in his mouth.
The sensation of Thomas’s tongue wrapping around his member nearly drove him insane. It was warm, so weirdly warm.
Thomas began rocking his head back and forth, feeling the skin shift on his lips. The saltiness was new to him, and so were the quiet grunts from his lover. Thomas tightened the grip his mouth had on the member, pulling his cheeks in, effectively vacuuming it. John put a hand on the sill of the bathtub, feeling as if his knees would give out and have him slink to the tile floor. He was right on the edge once again, pressure building in his abdomen, face flushing with heat, and then–
Thomas choked, feeling a thick substance burst into his mouth and slide down his throat. He took every drop of it. Once finished, Thomas pulled his head back, watching a thick line of saliva pull and break from his mouth.
“Thomas, I love you dearly.” John smiled.
“I love you too, John.” And with that, the pain from Thomas Jefferson’s chest lifted. He breathed in, no longer feeling the roots of unrequited desire anchoring him to death.
To be loved is to experience, and to experience is to experiment. The mind leads to desire.