You sat outside on the porch, taking in the sunlight before you had to get to work. The morning sun was kind to your skin, it felt nice and comforting. You were wearing your comfy work clothes, one of Tommy’s big shirts and some denim shorts.
Now this outfit was not risqué by any means, the average person walking around in the Texas heat could attest to this. But you weren’t average, and neither were the people you were living with. You were glad Hoyt was down at the station this morning dealing with some newcomers in town. And grateful Monty was still a sleep. The only people awake right now were You, Thomas and Mama. You all liked to get an early start to your morning, cause the heat could get dangerous mid afternoon.
You glanced up from your spot on the porch when you heard a board Creek.
“Oh hey Mama, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing my sweet child, just wondering if maybe this afternoon you can help me in the kitchen?”
“Of course Mama, anything you want. We gonna do anything for Tommy’s special day?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“I do Pay attention Miss Mae, Hoyt’s been grumbling about his birthday all week. We gon’ make Tommy a cake?”
“Tommy’s never really had a cake, didn’t want one. He’s not a fan of his birthday. But I’m sure if he knows you made it he’ll love it. I was just gonna make up his favorite meal, but I need some help.”
“Sounds perfect mama! I’m sure we have the ingredients around here somewhere. Let me just get my morning chores done, should be in by noon.”
Mae ruffled your hair, and gave your head a definite pat. It was short but sweet, a way she showed affection. You’d been trapped here since early summer, maybe the end of May, early June. You should have been long dead, But Thoms didn't let Hoyt lay a hand on you. You were more than thankful to Thomas and you wanted to let him know that.
You made your way outside and started picking the weeds in the garden. Thomas was tending to the actual crops, but your job was smaller. You kept Mae’s things nice and neat, making the outside of the house look inviting. It helped for their purposes, making the place look more welcoming than scary. You also did work on the inside of the house, cleaning the rooms and doing the dishes. They didn’t ask much of you.
As the sun burned hotter in the sky you began to sweat. The air felt dry, and your skin felt sticky. You decided to take a small break, and you knew Thomas probably needed one too. But the man was stubborn and wouldn’t come inside unless you begged him. So you set out to find him, traipsing through the brush.
Thomas had his back turned to you, so you strategically planned you course of attack. You carefully avoided stepping on any stray foliage that would emit sound. You set yourself in a deep lunge, step one… two… three… pounce! You’re running start barley helped you reach up to Thomas’s long spine. You could hardly wrap your legs around his buff, chubby torso. You were carful not to wrap you arms around his neck, as to not make him think you were actually trying to hurt him.
Thomas made a grunt in surprise and one fo his hands shot up to his back, but you quickly caught it on your own. Once he saw that you weren’t trying to fight him off, but we’re in fact just holding him gently, he knew he was in no danger. He made another noise as if to ask “what are you doing” but you just chuckled.
“Tommy, it’s too hot out here, why don’t we take a break.”
Thomas shook his head.
“I figured you’d say that. So I have a proposition for you. Why don’t we go work on the plants that grow under the trees. That way we’ll be in the shade?”
He grunted with a nod. You smiled into his neck, nuzzling into it.
“Good boy, we don’t want you passing out now do we”
Thomas was glad you couldn’t see his cheeks flush, or feel his rapid pulse.
“To the trees!“ you shouted.
Thomas didn’t question your odd behaviour, he simply liked how close you were to him. So he carried you to the tree line. The property was lined with Plum trees and Dewberry bushes. So Thomas got to work harvesting the high and you harvested the low. It was nice to work in tandem with him, gathering fruit in sync. And the tree leaves were kind to you, blocking out the sun rays. But it seems time really does fly when you’re having fun. Because before you knew it, Thomas was waking back toward the house to fix the broken gutter.
“Wait Thomas!”
He turned to you.
“I can take the berries to Mama, no need to make you walk all the way over. I have to talk to her anyways.”
He raised his brow at you.
“Yes I know there heavy Thomas, but I’m a big person, I can handle myself. You’re gonna wanna finish the rest of your chores before it gets dark.”
He gently set down the basket near you and you gave him a warm smile. You watched him depart, and normally you’d be sad to see him go. But the view of his ass from this angle was well worth it! You chuckled under your breath at the thought.
You carried the baskets into the house and followed Mae’s humming into the kitchen. You whistled a soft tune to let her know you were in.
“Oh hey, sugar. What you got there?”
“I trick Tommy into helping Harvest stuff for his birthday dinner. Think we can make a pie with these?”
You held up the baskets for emphases. She gladly took them from me.
“You said Tommy didn’t want a cake so…”
“You’re really smart there sugar bee, I remember why we keep you around now.”
That’s comment would have unnerved if if anyone else had said it. But Miss Mae really did enjoy having you around. Hoyt and Monty not so much.
“Imma go finish up my out door chores, then I’ll come in to help.” You announced.
You set out to the next stage of your plan. You wanted Thomas to loosen up a little. Have a little fun! Thomas wasn’t used to doing much outside his routine. So you figured it would be better to ease him into his birthday surprise. So you made you way back over to the large Garden. It hadn’t rained in weeks so you’d have to water it yourself.
You knew Thomas was watching you, he could see you from the side of the house. So you pretended to struggle with the heavy hose. As he was walking over, you pretended not to notice him and turned on the hose, squirting him with the water. He grunted in dissatisfaction.
“Oh gosh Tommy! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You dropped the hose, pointedly not turning it off.
He wore his usual attire, with his dark pants, white button up and dirty apron. You had on a white tank and some shorts. You ran over to Thomas to calm him down, placing your hand on his.
“I really am sorry about that, stupid hose has a mind of its own.” You threw in a laugh for good measure.
Little did you know what your laugh did to the poor man. He knew it wasn’t teasing like all the kids at school, or Hoyt and Monty. No, your laugh was sweeter than honey, sounded like wind chimes and children on a playground. It reminded him of a movie he saw once, one of those romance things Mama likes to put on when she’s cleaning. Your sweet voice sent shivers down this man’s spine, and he didn’t mind it one bit.
“Probably felt good didn’t it? Gosh is it hot out here?”
You walked back over to the hose and sprayed some water on yourself. It easily soaked through your thin shirt, and you could see Thomas’s eyes widen. You slicked your hair back with your hands.
“There, now we’re even!”
God your smile, it was so innocent, so perky. Thomas melted whenever you aimed it at him. He would do anything for you just to see that smile of yours. You saw Thomas shake his head.
“Oh we’re not even?”
He shook his head again.
“Right right, it’s not fair if I see it coming? You gonna spray me with that hose strong boy?” You teased.
You swore if it weren’t for his mask, you’d be able to see the heat rising his cheeks.
“We’ll if you want to spray me, first you’re gonna have to catch me!”
You sprinted off around the corner, getting out of his eye sight as quickly as possible. You knew Thomas could catch you, but you weren’t about to make this easy on him. You zig zagged in and out of the crops, trying to hide yourself. You hid under a bush, slowing your breath. You watched as Thomas’s feet walked right on past you. But you made the mistake of leaving your hiding place too soon.
Thomas turned around and saw you trying to sneak past. You knew he posed no real threat, Tommy would never hurt you. But gif was your heart meeting fast. You weren’t sure if it was out of fear he would catch you, or the fact that it meant his hands would be on you. You squealed as Thomas picked you up, hugging you to his chest. He threw you over his back and walked back to the hose.
You squirmed and squealed and you were sure Hoyt could hear you all the way from the station at this point. You playful punches at Thomas’s back, mimicking his victims. But you made sure not to actually hurt him. He laid you down on the dirt, not hard enough to hurt y’a of course.
“No please!” You played along.
Despite the mask you could see his grin pulling up to his eyes. God you wished he would just take the stupid thing off already. You desperately wanted to see his full face right now. To see that smile only you were able to create. Thomas picked up the hose, and you put your hands over your face.
“I’ll do anything, please!”
But it was no use, Thomas had his mind set. And so you were mercilessly spray down with water. You tried to back up on your elbows, crawling away but you couldn’t escape. Now you were fully drenched and Thomas looked pleased with himself.
“God you’re Ruthless!” You joked.
Thomas stuck out his hand for you to grab, but his guard was down. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, so you swiftly tugged on his hand, and toppled him to the ground. You both laid there in silence for a second before you burst out in full belly laughter. You sprung to your feet!
“Oh you should have seen your face! Welcome to the gun show Tommy, population, me!”
You kissed you biceps for emphasis. But Thomas wasn’t laughing. You looked down worried.
“Thomas? I swear I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry”
You held out your hand this time. But it seems Thomas knew how to play you as well. You fell for the exact same trick. He pulled you down directly onto his chest. You could feel his hearty laughter as you head laid on his collarbone.
“Oh you scoundrel!” You playfully hit his chest.
You slid there for a second, just taking in his breathing and his warmth. You’re positive you heard his heart skip a few beats as you looked up at him. You shook your head playfully.
“Now look at us Tommy, Mama ain’t gonna be happy we’re tracking mud through the house.”
His eyes widened at this.
“Don’t you worry yourself, I’ll go distract her and you finish up out here. I’ll leave the back door open and you can use my shower down stairs ok?”
He nodded. You tried to get up but his hand trapped you. Normally you wouldn’t mind but you had to help Mae with the surprise dinner.
“Thomas you gotta let go baby.”
You’d never been so bold as to call him that before. And now he really didn’t want to let you go. His grip on you only tightened. You rolled your eyes and squirmed up closer to his face. You leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his mask. In shock he let go and you rolled off of him to get up.
“See y’a later Tommy.”
You ran inside, looking like a drowned rat, and to your dismay, Monty was in.
“The hell happened to you?” He asked.
You ignored the old man and went to your room. You stepped into the shower and let the cool water run over you, stripping off your clothes inside so you wouldn’t have as much mud to scrub off them later. You dried your hair and put on your best outfit. One who knew Thomas would like. It was simple, but it showed off your body nicely.
You joined Mae in the kitchen and helped her with his Birthday dinner. She never made you handle the meat. You were still a bit squeamish about their special diet. But you never judged them for it. The people they ate were rude, all of them deserved it. But it just wasn’t for you. The one time you tried it, you threw up. Poor Thomas was at your side, rubbing soothing circles on your back the whole time.
Mae let you put on some old music from the 50’s and gave you one of Tommy’s old aprons from when he was In high school. It was still a little big on you. The two of you worked together mostly in silence, with her sprinkling in a few facts here and there about when Thomas was little. She cooed over her son at times likes this cause she knew you were eager to listen. Before you knew it, dinner was ready and it was time to feed the boys. You were tasked to go and get Thomas, so you met him at the back door as you promised. He freshened up for dinner
Tommy normally didn’t eat with everyone, still a little shy around you. But tonight you insisted. You even offered to let him sit right beside you and look straight forward during the meal. But Thomas was a smart boy, he knew you were scheming something. When you disappeared halfway through the meal to “powder your nose” he glared at the spot where you once sat, quickly putting his mask back on before you could come and sneak a glance.
What Thomas wasn’t expecting however, was for you to come back carrying a Pie in one hand, and a lit candle in another. His mom joined you on the celebration, but all the men at the table were stunned and confused.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Thomas, happy birthday to you!”
“Happy birthday my boy!” Mae said.
“Happy birthday Tommy!”
You set the pie in front of him, and held out the candle to him. He raised his brow in confusion.
“I didn’t have time to run to the store.” You shrugged. “Make a wish!”
Thomas thought for a second before blowing out the candle. But he wasn’t focused on anything but you. Why would he need to make a wish, when you were sitting right in front of him. You were everything he could have hoped for.
“Now why’d you have to go an make this all sappy?” Hoyt teased you.
Mae sent him a glare which nearly shut the old man up. He was rightfully a little scared of her. But he nearly choked when you spoke back.
“Why don’t you hush old man? It’s Tommy’s special day and I swear to god if you ruin it, I will set your bed on fire while you’re sleeping tonight! So either shut up and join us, or go sleep in the back of you’re car tonight!”
Monty was cackling at this point, barely able to hold in his laughter. Mae would have been upset about how rude you were being, if it weren’t on the basis of you defending her son. Thomas just looked scared that Hoyt might snap and hurt you. But under the table you gentle squeezed his hand, letting him know you’re safe.
“Good. Now what don’t you cut the pie for us Tommy, we made it with the fruit we picked this morning.”
His eyes lit up at that. The fact that you inadvertently let him help with his own birthday pie, he was extatique. He squeezed your hand even harder to stop himself from doing a little happy stim. He didn’t want to give Hoyt another reason to make fun of him tonight. Seeing you mad like that didn’t make Thomas happy. He only wanted to see you happy. So with one deep breath, Thomas took his hand out of yours and took off his mask to enjoy desert.
You politely looked away and you all went back to eating. You got a muffled compliment from Hoyt about the pie. Monty gave you a silent thumbs up and a smile. And Mae was too busy admiring the two of you, which didn’t go unnoticed by her son. You heard a grunt from next to you like Thomas was trying to get your attention. Without looking you ask.
“Yes Tommy?”
You looked down at his hands to see if he would sign anything, but he just grunted again in frustration. You sighed.
“I don’t understand if you don’t sign to me, you know this.” You said softly.
But Thomas got bold now. He lifted you chin with his big hand and turned your head to look at his face. You froze when you saw him for the first time. But when he couldn’t read your expression he got panicked and tried to reach for his mask, but you stopped him. You slowly reached up to touch his face, but paused when he flinched away. So you approached even slower. He leaned into the warmth of your hand and you gently brushed a crumb away from his lip. You smiled up at him, silently admiring his beauty.
Hoyt cleared his throat. “Ew, get a room you two.”
You shot him a glare so fierce he nearly fell out of his seat.
“Maybe we will.” You said mater of factly.
You grabbed Thomas hand and lead him back to your room. You sat him down on the bed and closed the door.
“I’m sorry about him. I know you don’t like your birthday-“
Thomas cut you off with a grunt. You were pacing back and forth and he hated it, so he reached out and grabbed your hand to stop you.
“Sorry” you mumbled again.
But you had nothing to apologise for. This had been the best birthday Thomas had ever had. He pulled you closer to sit on his lap. Normally Thomas was never this forward. But something about seeing you in his old apron, singing happy birthday to him, not running away, it had him in a good mood. A great mood even. Today had been perfect. You giggled once again, the sound bringing the biggest smile to his face. It almost stole you’re breath away.
You grabbed his face in yours again, and he dropped his smile afraid it startled you.
“Oh Thomas.” You said dreamily.
You inched closer.
“Can I-“ you trailed.
Thomas scrunched his brows in confusion, not quite understanding your implication.
“Fuck it!” You declared.
You smashed your lips into his, stealing a kiss from the gentle giant. He hesitated for a moment and you pulled away thinking you did something wrong.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-“
This time Thomas kissed you, but it was needy and passionate. Your tongues fought for dominance, and surprisingly, you won. You were extremely competitive so when you pulled away for air you did a little dance that Thomas thought was adorable. But the way he was looking at you got you in a mood, you made it this far…
You leaned up and whispered in his ear.
“Can I give you your birthday gift now Tommy?”
He nodded feverishly, not even caring what it was. You squirmed off his lap and pushed off the bed, getting down on your knees. He watched you with hungry eyes. You’d just stolen his first kiss, and he had no idea what you were about to do next. I mean he’d had the talk from Hoyt, and he’d heard the nasty things him and Monty would talk about. But Thomas never dreamed in a million years anyone would want to do any of that stuff with him.
You slowly reached up to his belt, undoing it while looking in his eyes. You had to make sure you had his full concert tough, you didn’t want to take advantage of him.
“If you don’t like anything I’m doing or you want me to stop, just grab my left hand ok.”
He nodded.
“I’m serious Thomas, don’t feel like you can’t, just because you want to make me happy ok?”
He gave a curt nod and gave your hand a test squeeze.
“Just like that, good boy.” You praised.
You quickly went back to work, unbuttoning his pants. You could see already he was getting hard. You paused when you pulled his cock out of his pants. You imagined many times how big it would be, but your couldn’t imagine just how big it actually was. But you were determined, you wouldn’t stand down from a challenge.
You looked up at Thomas and sensually licked your right hand, before slowly running it up and down his length. You rubbed him in long strokes, and god, the face he was making just at your soft touch, had you squirming yourself. He was gorgeous. So you began working him harder. You played with the tip, circling it with your tongue. You licked a stipe down his shaft before taking him in your mouth.
Tears brimmed in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. But it felt so good. You were determined to keep going until you made him cum. You used your left hand to gently guide his hands to your hair. And when he pulled, after a particularly stimulating moment from you, you moaned against his cock. This was enough to send Thomas over the edge, and he came with a guttural growl into your mouth. You pulled away panting and swallowed, wiping your mouth with your hand.
Thomas was staring down at you with wild eyes, breathing heavy.
“You were such a good boy for me Thomas. So pretty.”
You crawled back up on you his lap, taking his hands in your face. You kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue.
“Happy Birthday Baby.” You smiled up at him.
You knew this was going to be a long night.
An: I’m so sorry this took so long. It’s been crazy busy at work this week. But I hope it was worth the wait. This was so much fun to write. I tried to keep it gender neutral so please let me know if I messed up somewhere. This was written over several days so I wasn’t in the same mindset the whole time so it might not be as cohesive as it could be.
billy billy billy billy....how does he hold hands? i know thats such a like weird question but does he tangle his fingers with yours? does he hold one of your hands in both of his? is he overhand? underhand? are his hands sweaty? do you hold them anyways???
can u tell the brainrot is beginning
it may be a weird question, but it’s also the BEST question.
OKAYYY
so, i think it depends on the circumstances how he’s holding your hand, so let’s tackle the obvious first:
his hands are a little clammy, but not necessarily sweaty… mostly because his hands have never ever in his whole live been warm enough for his palms to be truly sweety. @eddies-hid3out told me once that billy probably has poor circulation so he’s always a lil chilly and his hands and feet are like icicles, and i firmly believe that to be true. the man is cold all the time. he is in need of hugs and warm tea and wool jumpers all the time. without his daily 10+ cuppas, the man just wouldn’t survive. the amount of earl grey he goes through in the span of a week is both impressive and concerning.
but obviously you hold them anyways even if they’re clammy!!! because the poor lad needs to warm up and you’ve made yourself his living handwarmer, that’s one of the unspoken requirements of being in love with him… you will make it your personal responsibility to keep him warm and cosy. he always goes on and on about how you don’t have to worry about him and how you do too much for him, but honestly? he can (respectfully) shut up about all that, because the man deserves to be pampered and well taken care of!!!
in public, like when you’re walking places together, i think billy’s mostly a finger-weaver. it’s more practical for those occasions and it gives him something to hold onto, something to tether himself to when he gets particularly anxious about being in public… it also gives you something to tether yourself to when you get anxious about being in public, which makes billy favour that sort of hand-holding even more in those situations.
however, in more intimate, private settings (at home, huddled up in a quiet corner in a bookstore, sat a quaint little table in a mostly empty café, etc.), billy’ll be holding one (if not both) of your hands in both of his own, cradling it/them as if it/they were the most precious, lovely thing(s) in the whole world (to him, they are). he’s holding both of your hands, cradling them gently within his own and pressing warm, chaste lil kisses to your knuckles while he listens attentively to you as you talk to him about any and everything that comes to mind. if billy’s feeling particularly affection-starved, he’ll forsake the hand-holding in favour of bringing your hands, gently held by his own, up to cradle his rosy cheeks, and the minute he feels your warm palms on his cheeks, he’s nuzzling into your touch like a greedy lil housecat who’s luxuriating in the pets it’s owner gives it.
bestie i am sooo soooo immensely glad that the billy knight brain rot has infected you too!!! obsessing over billiam is my favourite hobby of all time and the more people i can share that with (aka the more people i can relentlessly spam with my thoughts), the better. <3
Oh god do u have endo and ibs too??? Bestie when I tell you this is probably the worst combination 😫😫😫 i hope you’re resting if you’re dealing with a flare up
yes and yes, i also have autoimmune and sometimes all three flare up at the same time which is not fun at all 😀 thankfully i've been able to control my ibs (as much as i can) for the last few months but the other two are nearly impossible so pain it is
