darker_london | Hawkward (Thomas, Spectre) [Backdated!]

One of the drawbacks of not speaking to his husband very often, was that he had no idea when Spectre was due to return from Greece. After his talk with Stephie, Thomas had thought hard about how things had been between them and he had been so distracted by worrying about the state of their relationship and the people who had gone to help with the rescue mission against the Templar, that Thomas had sort of even forgotten Spectre was gone. It wasn't as if they saw much of each other when Spectre was around.

After sitting up with James who was feeling a little ill after dinner, Thomas finally left the boy's room, the sound of James' snoring following him down the hallway. He slipped into his own bedroom and headed straight for the shower, feeling the need to relax in a deluge of warm water. He stripped his clothes off and stepped into the shower stall, leaning against the wall for a moment to let some of the tension out of his muscles.

Then he decided letting out some other tension might be a good idea too. It wasn't as if he was still a monk, after all. Just because he wasn't with his husband didn't mean he still had to live like one. Thomas wrapped his hand around himself as he leaned up off the shower wall. He braced himself against another wall with his free hand and he stroked himself. He was pretty close to climax when the door to the bathroom opened and in horror, Thomas turned towards the far wall. He assumed it was his son who had walked in, since the boy had been feeling sickly. James didn't need to witness his father wanking.

"James!?" Thomas hissed in worry. Quickly he reached behind himself, grabbing for the towel so he could be decent when he turned around.

Then he was greeted with a voice he didn't expect. "Thomas?" It was his husband.

Thomas found the towel and he draped it around himself, despite the fact that this meant the towel was then soaked by the still-running shower. Then he turned to face his husband, his cheeks burning red. He opened the door to the shower and he was somewhat pleased to see Spectre's eyes travel over his body. "Adrian, I- I didn't expect you."

"Clearly," Spectre replied, showing that he knew what Thomas had been up to. "I just got back from Greece."

"Ah," Thomas said with a nervous little nod. "Er...do you need the shower?"

Spectre arched an eyebrow at Thomas and then he shook his head. "No, no, I'll let you...finish." And for a brief moment, the both of them were united in sharing a chuckle. But it was short-lived and then they were left staring at each other again, without anything else to say.

"Er...welcome home," Thomas offered, licking the moisture from the shower from his lips.

"Thanks," Spectre nodded.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat? You know, after?" Thomas offered.

"I think we both know how that would end." While it was true that Thomas wasn't the best cook, Spectre's reply still stung. "I'll think I'll just head to bed."

That lifted Thomas' heart a little bit. Spectre was going to sleep with him? In their bed? "Oh! I'll join you in a moment."

Spectre shrugged. "If you want." Then he turned and left the bathroom leaving Thomas with a shower gone cold and a completely ruined mood.