Sorry for posting so late. I'm a slow writer lol I was talking to the lovely abbys-jam-juggler and she inspired me to write about Thomas and Jimmy thinking about each other. I hope you like it!

I love you.

Thomas Barrow blinked at the sudden realization when he said those three words. "I love him," he whispered. He chuckled. "I love Jimmy Kent."

He sat on his bed with an overwhelming feeling in his stomach. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. He looked at the study book that was in his nightstand and tried to read, but he couldn't put the words together, he just stared at the letters. He closed the book and placed it on the floor. He rubbed his knees and buried his face in his hands. A laughter came. So many things have happened in the past couple of hours. Jimmy and everything that was Jimmy happened. The way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way he cried, the way he opened himself and how he had struggled in life. To Thomas, Jimmy was a survivor and a fighter. It was the most admirable thing he'd ever seen. Not compared to silly old me, every fucking luxury possible and sweet Jimmy had to struggle.

What was bothering Thomas right that moment was, how was he going to deal with this? How was he going to tell Jimmy? How would he act around Jimmy? And the worse one... Would Jimmy return Thomas' feelings?

There were also a few things that shocked Thomas and he did that did not realize he did until that moment. He touched Jimmy, no, not just touched, he held Jimmy and comforted him. Thomas had never done that in his life. He was used to not touching anybody because no one was allowed to touch Thomas, with him being the heir to the throne and all. The only one that Thomas allowed to touch him was stupid ass Phillip, who had to play with his heart and manipulate him like only bloody Phillip knows how... stupid bastard. But that was a long time ago now and fucking Phillip was out of the picture for good, so there is no use in dwelling in the matter.

Thomas would have to find out a little more about Jimmy's sexual orientation. He just wasn't sure. As Thomas was changing into his pajamas, he thought of how Jimmy interacted with him and people in general. With Thomas, Jimmy kept things close. During class, there were times when he would lean against Thomas but would not show any reaction. There were also times that Jimmy would be friendly with fellow female classmates; he would blink at them and all would fall in a fit of giggles and Thomas noticed how pleased and proud Jimmy looked with that. With Alfred, they would tease each other and they would give each other a shove on the shoulder or a playful punch. And then he said how beautiful Professor Mary Crawley was when they first saw her at their World Geography class but made a face when he found out that she was married to Matthew Crawley... so Thomas was confused.

As Thomas lay in bed, he smiled, took a deep breath and sighed. "Good night, Jimmy, my love. I will see you tomorrow, I can't wait." He fell into a deep sleep.

Thomas was standing in his room looking out of the window. It was raining, he could hear the rain hit the building but it brought him comfort, he enjoyed the sound of rain.

Two arms snaked around his waist and held him firmly. A warm body pressed against his back. Thomas placed his hands on top of the ones that were holding him and laced their fingers together. They began to sway from side to side, as if they were slow dancing.

He felt a gentle kiss behind his ear and a sexy voice whispered, "why are you over here by yourself?"

Thomas closed his eyes and smiled. "I enjoy the sight and sound of the rain."

The mysterious lips travelled down the side of his neck and kissed him there. "That may be, but I enjoy the sight of you and the sound of your voice and I will not waste a minute with you here in my arms."

The hands moved up to the top button of Thomas' shirt as he began to slowly undo them. Thomas tried to breath normal but the mouth that was kissing and nipping his neck was making that impossible.

"Oh, Jimmy," moaned Thomas quietly.

"Yes, Thomas?" replied Jimmy playfully and huskily.

"Touch me," he breathed out.

"All in good time, Mr. Barrow," he teased as he gently thrust his hips behind Thomas' bottom.

"Oh, mmm," he moaned as his head fell back on Jimmy's shoulder and the other kept assaulting his neck.

Jimmy finished unbuttoning the shirt and opened it just enough to sneak his hands inside. They started at the waistband of his pants and slowly travelled up bit stomach, chest and neck. Each hand found a nipple and took each between his fingers and started to pinch them until they became hard and very sensitive. Then his fingertips would go back and forth his nipples, teasing them. Thomas was panting in Jimmy's arms. Jimmy's right hand went down Thomas' chest and began to undo his belt and put his hand in there.

Thomas woke up startled and he was sweating. His breathing was shallow. He lay on his back with his eyes closed to try to calm himself and that's when he felt that itching sensation between his legs, he was hard, completely hard. He groaned and put his left arm over his face as his right hand teased his cock through his pants. Definitely hard.

He needed relief, after that kind of dream and with the person that wants and loves so very much. He lifted his hips as he pulled his pajama pants down. Thomas closed his eyes and sighed as he touched himself. With his left hand, he moved his shirt up and began to pinch his nipple as dream Jimmy had done. Thomas arched his back as he teased himself. He tried to keep his voice quiet as he knew the walls were thin. He moved his hand faster and pushed his hips down into the small mattress. He put his left hand in his mouth and bit it as he came, muffling his moans. Images of Jimmy came to him as he emptied himself. Thomas panted as he tried to calm down. He wiped his hand on the sheets and decided to deal with them tomorrow. He was spent, satisfied but longing to have Jimmy in his hands. I have to do things slowly and carefully.

With that, he drifted into sleep.

Across the hall, Jimmy sat on his bed, his back against the wall with his legs parted as he pumped his cock furiously. "Mmm, Thomas," he whispered hoarsely as he threw his head back and hit it on the wall. "Ow, shit." He rubbed the back of his head but then resumed to touch himself, desperate to get his orgasm and seconds later, he did. trying his best to not make a sound, he concentrated on panting.

Jimmy stretched his legs and sighed. He let his breathing calm down and laid on his bed. He took a cloth and cleaned himself and started to think about Thomas. Jimmy felt attracted to Thomas the first time he saw him. Jimmy felt tenderness when he saw Thomas sitting alone on a bench on the day they got their schedules. Jimmy felt the need to get to spend as much time as possible with Thomas to get to know him later. And finally, Jimmy felt love when he told Thomas about his troubled parents and how the man had comforted Jimmy. He expected Thomas to say "tough it out, don't be a pussy," but he felt grateful towards Thomas' compassion and that is something that Jimmy rarely experienced. Thomas listened to every single word and he comforted Jimmy like he never expected. Then Jimmy realized... he was falling in love with Thomas Barrow.