#thillip

[calicosjinx]

Day 25: Reincarnation

“Have we met before, General Hux?”

“No. You’re mistaken Lord Ren.”

“...You feel so familiar to me...”

“Another ‘message from the Force’ hmm?”

“Perhaps. Or maybe something else...”

“Something else...?”

“Yes... because you’re too hard for me to ever forget in this lifetime or the next.”

[solohux]

Hello, Lottie. Tillip prompt: how about pregnant Phillip and very supportive, but a little too overprotective Thomas?

It’s just past dawn in the middle of the English countryside. Usually, Phillip doesn’t like to get up until mid-morning, enjoying his lie-ins while he can, but his baby has been somersaultingall night. She twists and turns inside of him, kicking against his bladder as though it’s a game. Unable to take any more, Phillip had snuck out of bed almost an hour ago and made himself a piece of toast, buttering it on bothsides, before going out into the garden for some air.

Despite it being summer, the morning breeze is cool against his warm skin, a much welcomed change to the humidity that the country has been dealing with. Being pregnant and hotis a bad mix, Phillip has found out, becoming increasingly frustrated with the discomfort that his seven month pregnant belly is causing him. Even now as he slouches in his chair, wearing only a pair of slippers, a very large pair ofshorts and an equally as baggy t-shirt, his robe barely fastens over his stomach, and it infuriates him.

“Phillip? Phillip!”

His fiancée’s voice comes from inside of the house, his tone filled with worry. In a matter of seconds, Thomas appears at the patio door in just his striped pyjamas, barefoot, hair ruffledfrom sleep. He looks startled but his expression settles into one of relief once he finds his pregnant lover.

“Oh, Heavens,” Thomas exhales, reaching for the blanket that’s draped over the garden sofa, wrapping it around Phillip’s shoulders. “Come inside, darling. You’ll catch a cold.”

Phillip rolls his eyes, “You can’t catch a cold from being cold, Thomas. I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.”

Thomas takes a seat next to him, then, reaching to touch his belly. “Is she alright? Is it labour? Oh my, your labour has started, hasn’t it? She’s early, I knew it. I’ll get the bag—”

“Babe!” Phillip grabs hold of Thomas’s wrists and pulls him back into his seat. “Ree-laxx. Jeez. You’re gonna be the one needing to go to hospital. She’s fine, I’m fine. Promise. Okay?”

“Okay,” Thomas settles but keeps his hand on Phillip’s belly, feeling their daughter kicking beneath his hand. His expression falls into a frown. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Phillip, leaning in and pressing his forehead against Thomas’s, makes sure that his voice is soft. “Don’t apologise for caring. I know how you worry but I love that about you. D’you know how good it makes me feel to know that you care so much about me? About her? I love it, Tommy. I love you.”

Thomas smiles, setting Phillip’s heart alight. His fiancée has the most beautiful smile, one that makes his face glow with a sunshine that he’s never seen. He hopes that his daughter will look just like him.

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Day 17: One Bed ~ Thomas Day

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A typical day for Thomas McGregor is very busy. First he tends the garden with his husband, Officer Peterson, who is off duty. Thomas is thankful for the help.

Next Thomas and his husband do some chores and then bring in fresh vegetables to put in the refrigerator for future meals. Adam has no problem doing some lifting.

Afterwards Thomas takes a moment to make some music with his husband. Charlie always loves making beautiful with Thomas.

Then it’s off to organize and categorize the chaos of the land and sky with his husband in the woods. Rick finds it adorable that Thomas points out all the ‘vermin’ and two winged birds for him to take photos of. He’d much rather take pictures of Thomas.

Then it’s off for a trip into the city with his husband. Thomas wishes he could be annoyed that he and Phillip hardly ever get far and are running late but he does enjoy the ride.

Finally Thomas’ day comes to an end. It’s the best part because he gets to snuggle up warm and contently in the one big bed he shares with his husbands. 💕

💕💕💕Happy Thomas Day 💕💕💕

[calicosjinx]

Kiss a ginger day!

Philip gets a little handsy when Thomas (technically a ginger) his kisses. Thomas allows this.

[calicosjinx]

Day 5: “I can do better “ ~ Rain check

@kyluxadjacents

Thomas visits Phillip’s place for the first time in weeks. He’s been busy all this time and the energy is so pent up. Thomas needs this and things are going good. So loud the neighbors complain kind of good!

But then it happens. Phillip and ONLY Phillip finishes.

Phillip swears he can do better he just needs a bit. So... rain check??

No. The answer to the rain check is no.

[moonwalkingcrab]

Good Customer Service

Thomas McGregor/Phillip Altman, 1756 words, rated M

Just a little interlude during a busy day. Phillip knows exactly how to relieve Thomas’ stress.

It was a nice day in Harrods; the customers were happy, the toilets were clean, Bannerman was nowhere to be seen, and Thomas McGregor had just finished arranging all the glass marbles by size and colour. He smiled to himself, nodding at a job well done.

“Oh, Thomas, are you free for a moment?” Marianne, the General Manager gave a small smile. “Would you be able to show this gentleman to the staff bathrooms, please?”

Thomas nodded, “Of course.” He turned to the man who followed behind Marianne, stopping in his tracks as he recognised the dark tumble of hair.

Phillip smiled, gaze raking over Thomas as it always did. He was wearing a suit and Thomas felt his mouth go dry, taking in the way Phillip’s shirt seemed to strain over what he knew were extremely impressive muscles.

“Just this way.” Thomas said, waiting for Marianne to be out of earshot before hissing, “What are you doing here? You’re not staff.”

“No, but I had a meeting here today. Working on expanding my family’s business.” Phillip’s hand landed gently on the small of Thomas’ back, “Seeing you here is just a delightful bonus.”

Flinching away, Thomas flapped at Phillip’s outstretched hand, “Stop that. We are in public. I am going to show you to the bathrooms and then I am returning to my department.”

Phillip glanced around for a moment before dropping his chin to Thomas’ shoulder. “I don’t need the bathroom. I just saw you and wanted to say hi.” His hand trailed down Thomas’ thigh before curving inwards between his legs.

Thomas grabbed for Phillip’s wrist, digging his fingers in and holding his hand still. “You’ve said it, now please leave.”

“You sound tense, Thomas, I thought we had a deal for when you’re tense.” Phillip leaned in, his breath hot over the curve of Thomas’ ear, making him shiver. He could feel the heat of Phillip’s body, even through the layers of both their suits; he was already hard against Thomas’ backside, making him gasp out as Phillip pressed against him. Thankfully, the department they were passing through was all but empty.

Thomas pursed his lips, fighting the reactions of his own body. “I was perfectly fine until you got here, thank you.” Phillip’s other hand was already worming its way inside his waistcoat, thick fingers slipping between the buttons to brush over Thomas’ stomach.

“You’ll be even more fine once I’m done with you.” Phillip murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Thomas’ neck. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

The tap of footsteps floated through the air, coming closer and Thomas felt an icy shard of panic lance through him. He moved, hauling Phillip along by the wrist and dragging him into a changing room that really should have had someone manning it at this time of day. For once, Thomas was glad that the other department wasn’t up to standard. He leaned close to the door, listening as the footsteps approached and then receded once more. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Well that could have been embarrassing. Now if you’re done accosting me, you can leave.” He turned, only to find his back pressed against the door as Phillip dove in for a rough kiss.

Thomas gripped tight on Phillip’s shoulders, torn between shoving him away and pulling him even closer. He settled for sliding his knee between Phillip’s thighs in an attempt to regain the upper hand. Phillip groaned around his tongue, hips moving to rut against Thomas’ leg. One big hand was clamped tight on Thomas’ ass, while the other stroked his cheek.

“C’mon, since we’re here. Let me touch you.” Phillip pulled back before pressing his nose to Thomas’ neck, kissing down to the collar of his shirt.

“No, Phillip. This has already gone far enough.” Thomas’ eyes slipped closed as Phillip reached down, pressing his palm against the erection now tenting his trousers.

“You want me just to leave you here like this, huh?” Phillip squeezed, “Hard and aching and so close already?”

“I am not,” Thomas hissed, feeling his cock jump beneath Phillip’s hand. The pressure of his trousers was getting too much and he reached for his belt, needing to loosen things off.

“Oh yeah, that’s more like it.” Phillip whispered in Thomas’ ear, turning him around so he was facing the changing room mirror. Phillip pressed up behind him. “Get your cock out and watch me get you off.”

“Phillip,” Thomas groaned, struggling to keep his voice low, “this is ridiculous, someone could come in, we could get caught. I’ll lose my job.

Phillip simply nuzzled back into Thomas’ neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Could you just shut up so I can make you come?”

Thomas couldn’t help but watch his reflection as Phillip’s hand wrapped around him. He was fully dressed, full uniform, suit and tie, only his cock exposed, sliding in and out of view with every confident stroke.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Phillip murmured, his eyes fixed on the movement of his own hand in the mirror. His other hand gripped tight on Thomas’ hip as he rocked against him, the long line of his cock sliding against the curve of Thomas’ ass. “I would fuck you right here if I could.”

“Just. Stop talking.” Thomas said, arching back against Phillip’s chest, tilting his head so they could kiss. Part of his mind was screaming out in protest about rules and regulations, the rest of him, however, was focused purely on pleasure. Phillip’s hand was rough, his movements smooth, the contrast of sensation bringing Thomas closer to the edge with every slide of Phillip’s fist. He could feel the hardness between his cheeks, a solid line of heat that only grew hotter as Thomas’ trousers slipped lower, exposing his ass.

“Oh yeah, that’s good.” Phillip fumbled behind Thomas with his free hand, movements faltering as he pulled out his own erection, pushing up the hem of Thomas’ shirt to rut against his lower back, slipping easily into the cleft between Thomas’ buttocks. “How’s that?”

Thomas bit back a moan, not sure how long he would be able to keep quiet. It sent a thrill through him, knowing how close they were to the public, knowing that at any minute they could be overheard and discovered. He could feel his orgasm approaching, drawing closer with every slap of Phillip’s balls against his ass, every jerk of his hand. Thomas whined, a single high note that was cut off by Phillip’s hand, hastily slapped over his lips.

Lapping at Phillip’s fingertips, Thomas drew them into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive pads and feeling a jolt of triumph as Phillip groaned, pressing his lips to Thomas’ shoulder in an effort to mute himself.

Thomas circled his hips, confidence growing knowing that Phillip was just as affected as he was. He thrust into the tight grip of Phillip's fist, watching their reflections through half-shuttered eyes. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead and Phillip’s, only increasing with every movement of their bodies sliding together. Stifling his moans, Thomas scraped his teeth over the pads of Phillip’s fingers, sucking them into his mouth as he came. The spurts of his come splattered on the mirror and Thomas bit his lip, catching Phillip’s eyes in their reflection.

“Fuck.” Phillip hissed, thrusts speeding. He pushed Thomas forwards, pressing him against the wall of the changing room, holding his hips in place with his free hand. “You’re so fucking hot.” His movements stuttered, his head dropping to Thomas’ shoulder. “I’m gonna come on you, you want that?”

Before Thomas could answer, he felt Phillip tense, yanking the back of his shirt up to coat his lower back in several hot splashes. He groaned, low and breathless, pulling Thomas against his chest and squeezing tight.

Letting out a shaky breath of his own, Thomas allowed himself to bask for a moment, pressing kisses along the line of Phillip’s jaw. He winced, feeling Phillip’s come starting to drip into the crease of his ass.

“Do you have a tissue or something?” Thomas asked, turning to watch Phillip refasten his trousers, tucking his cock away without even a cursory wipe. “I'm guessing not.”

<i>Fantastic</i> Thomas thought, <i>I'm going to spend the rest of the day sticky and reeking of sex, just perfect.</i>

His thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of cloth rubbing gentle circles on his back; Phillip had somehow produced a handkerchief and was diligently mopping up, a self-satisfied smile playing across his lips.

“If you had that, why didn't you clean yourself up?” Thomas said with a frown.

“I wanted to take care of you.” Phillip shrugged, reaching around to run the handkerchief over Thomas’ softening cock. “Besides, I get to go home now, you're the one who has to stay here and work, thinking about what we just did.”

“Stop that,” Thomas hissed, sliding his underwear back up and fiddling with his belt, trying to put himself back together as best he could.

“Oh come on, it was fun.” Phillip stroked his fingers down Thomas’ tie. “I should visit more often.” He gave a gentle tug, pulling Thomas in to kiss him.

Thomas relaxed into the kiss, nipping at Phillip's lower lip just to hear him gasp and softly brushing his tongue with his own, slow and lazy.

They stayed that way for several minutes, pressed together as their breathing returned to normal and the flush of exertion faded from their cheeks. Finally, Thomas pulled away.

“I really should get back to my department.”

The corners of Phillip's eyes crinkled as he smiled and Thomas felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach.

“I bet the place would just fall apart without you.” Phillip brushed his hair down in the mirror, glancing over his shoulder at Thomas. “Do you wanna come over to my place once you’re done tonight? Maybe get some food?” Phillip said, straightening his tie. “We don’t even need to fuck.”

Thomas gave a breathless laugh, “Good to know.” He reached for Phillip’s chin, tilting it down to kiss him softly. “I’ll think about it.”

“Is that a yes?” Phillip asked with a pout, eyes wide and beseeching. Thomas couldn’t help but smile, letting out a low chuckle.

“Fine. Yes, Phillip. I’ll see you later.”

“Damn right,” Phillip sauntered out of the changing room, “you can’t resist me.”

Thomas shook his head to himself, a smile playing about his lips. Unfortunately, Phillip was probably right.

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The Tale of Thomas McGregor

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