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Thomas kisses Gally out of nowhere.
Their conversation just moments ago went like this:
"You're so stupid, Thomas! Can't you just stop and think for a minute before you run headfirst into danger?" Gally growled, grabbed Thomas' sleeve and pulled him into the shadows of the building he'd just rounded, almost running into the unwelcoming arms of disaster.
"No, apparently I can't," Thomas hissed back. "You're telling me all the time how reckless I am and guess what maybe it's true. Suck it up, Gally. I did fine so far, don't expect me to change just for your sake. I do what I want."
Gally didn't even try hiding when he rolled his eyes at him, muttering."Obviously."
"What?" Thomas snapped at him.
Gally glared at him before speaking.
"Then go out there, without a care and see how well you do, come on, go ahead. See if I care."
"Watch me," Thomas snarled back and got up to do exactly that. Gally's grip on his jacket janked him back, so forcefully that Thomas stumbled back, landing on his ass.
"Insane is what you are, dumbass. You want to die just to spite me?" Gally seethed. Thomas was too busy swearing under his breath to pay attention.
The walkie talkie between them cracked to life.
"What are you idiots doing? Move it! They're closing in on you! Over."
"Thomas incessant need to play the hero is showing. We're-"
"Oh fuck you, Gally," Thomas interrupted and grabbed for the walkie talkie. "Retreating now to the main building. Over."
"It was a mistake pairing you two up for this," Vince's tired voice sounded between them. "Get your asses out of there now. Over."
"Understood. Over," Thomas said and scrambled to his feet, crouching a bit to not get seen.
"Don't touch my stuff," Gally hissed and ripped the walkie talkie out of Thomas' grip, then got up next to him. "Great thanks Thomas. This will be a funny talk with him later."
"As this is entirely my fault," Thomas complained. "You've been driving me insane the entire day with your stupid orders. You're not the boss of me, asshole."
"Follow me and for a moment try not getting us killed," Gally whispered furiously, ignoring Thomas' last comment.
"Don't ignore me," Thomas promptly growled.
"Just shut up, will you," Gally said and started to move along the wall of the building. "Or can't you do that either?" He added more quietly.
Oh for fucks sake, Gally really had a death wish. Thomas had enough. Today had been a nightmare. If he had to see Gally's stupid face much longer he'd be ready to explode. His anger made him trip over a rock on the ground.
Gally sent him an annoyed look over his shoulder and huffed. Thomas glared back at him. Yep, ready to explode any minute now.
They made it to the door of the building and Gally cautiously pulled it open, peeking inside, while Thomas waited in the shadow of a pilar, ready to attack if anything stormed out and lunged at Gally.
"Okay, all clear," he beckoned Thomas to follow him. "You think you can move it here without drama? I mean it's just about 10 steps but that's surely enough for you to -"
"Shut up, Gally, oh my god. Just shut all the way up!" He hissed and marched past him.
"I know how to handle myself. I'm not a child."
"I'm not convinced," Gally matched his vicious tone and had the nerve to frown at him.
And that's how Thomas finds himself, trying to control his breathing in a dimly-lit, stuffy room holding nothing but shelves and the dirty floor. He's locked in with his least favorite person and ready to set the world on fire.
The heavy clank of the door closing behind them and the bolt locking into place still rings in his ears when they stare at each other. There's uncertainty, anger, exasperation and something new, an almost delicate feeling in Gally's eyes that makes Thomas' rash decision final. The air is heavy around them when he moves.
He's not proud of admitting it, but rational thought has nothing to do with how he rushes forward, grabs the collar of Gally's shirt to pull his face down to his. He hesitates for a fracture of a second when he sees Gally's eyes widen in surprise. When Thomas presses his lips against Gally's, everything around them drowns in silence. There's the blood rushing in his ears, Gally's sharp inhale and his own heartbeat drumming in his chest before Gally's own joins their private symphony, a thumpthumpthump against badumbadumbadum.
Is this a good idea? Probably not but has that ever stopped Thomas before?
He wants to make him stop talking, yes but also he's been waiting for this for years. He just now realizes. Gally, this, them, like this is something he's been craving for a long time. His anger vanishes and turns into something more, matching the mysterious sentiment he's just read on Gally's face.
Thomas can feel complete surprise in Gally's lips against his own, at first. Tentative hesitation. Oh and then a smile and eager lips start kissing him back.
Thomas cups Gally's face in his hands, his fingers unsure and careful. Then he grows more bold, lets his hands slide into Gally's half long hair, buries them there for a moment before they find a place at Gally's neck, pulling him down to meet Thomas' lips more easily.
Yes, yes, yes, yes oh yes, his brain chants. Gally's arms wrap around his waist and he pulls him closer against him.
Oh, he sighs quietly. The first touch of their tongues makes Thomas go weak in the knees and he stumbles against Gally. The unexpected movement pushes Gally back, but Thomas would rather drown himself prematurely in the confusing mess his impulsive decision here has ready for him once this moment is over, then move away.
They fall one step, two steps back together until Gally's back hits the wall and makes him grunt into Thomas' mouth. Thomas greedily chases the sound and swallows it along with the triumph that floods his system when Gally opens his mouth wider at that, groaning into their kiss.
Thomas is not sure how long they kiss, he's too focused on Gally and everything Gally, all he is in this moment underneath Thomas' touch - His labored breath mixing with Thomas' whenever they part to gasp for air, only to crash together again, hungrily grasping for each other anew. His sweaty, summer warm skin, when sudden courage makes Thomas dip his fingers under Gally's shirt, just above the curve of his ass and they caress the strip over the small of his back. The height difference between them and how the both have to bend and stretch to meet in their frenzy, Gally's hands pulling his waist against him, half lifting him to gain a better angle until Gally gives up with a huff, grabs underneath Thomas' thighs and then it's Thomas, against the wall and oh if it's not the best thing that has ever happened between them. Gally's strength does things to Thomas that he'd call criminal any other day but right now, he craves and all he wants to do is put his mouth on Gally and sink his teeth wherever he can reach. Before his brain leaves for good Thomas decides that the part of Gally he craves most is the heat of his mouth opening readily to him so that's where his hunger takes him.
Instantly, he gets addicted to the sound he tears from Gally when his teeth find Gally's bottom lip, tugging gently. He marvels at how lighting fast the little moans race through his veins, turn his brain to mush and makes him meet Gally's hips, the friction between them delicious at first, then demanding, then desperate.
"Come here, come on," Gally whispers heatedly into the skin of Thomas' neck and at the feel of Gally's teeth, his eyes roll back.
Yes, closer!
His brain finally circuits and hastily he presses his hand between them, tugging at the button of Gally's jeans.
It all ends too suddenly when a harsh knock rattles the door next to them, making them jump apart. As far apart as it goes when two people are pressed so close together there's no air or space left between them, one with his legs hooked around the other's hips and propped against a wall.
They breathe heavily when they stare at each other, instinctively making the mutual decision to keep quiet and wait.
Gally's half bun has become undone and his wavy strands frame his face wildly, making him look like a lion. Lions are my favorite, Thomas decides instantly.
His heart is overflowing with emotion.
He's been wanting for so long and now it's really happening and Thomas is still unsure if he's allowed to have it.
"Whatever the hell that was, Greenie," Gally whispers just loud enough for Thomas to hear under his breath and with a low chuckle he presses their foreheads together. "It was about fucking time."
Unfortunately they are in the middle of a supply run in uncharted territory and they can't ignore the knocking for much longer.
"We're going to talk about this," Gally announces when he drops Thomas carefully to the floor and the mix of threat and promise in his voice makes Thomas tremble in anticipation. They share a grin, clumsy, smug, full of possibility.
They unbolt the heavy door together, their hands brushing for a moment on the metal, before stepping out into the bright sunlight.