-Welll, I wasn't gonna write this, but then I couldn't resist... Does that make me a bad person for wanting to write this, hahaha XD Anyway, this is your part two, wonderful readers! We learn a little about Gally and well, Thomas stays his adorable (yet undeniably sexy) self. ;)

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It started like lightning, hurried and almost needy, because of course Gally would take the lead the way like he always did.

Thomas's head was spinning as Gally kept taking steps forward, making Thomas stumble back. Gally's arms were holding him up, strong around his waist, and he kept his hold on Gally's shoulders. But then Gally's hands slipped away to plant on Thomas's chest, pushing him back onto the bed. Landing on the mattress with a muffled thump, Thomas felt all sense fly away from him. It wasn't the same as the first time, at the party, but there was still a drunkenness to it. He couldn't help it. Gally was such an addiction.

"Thomas," Gally breathed out, the name spoken like a sacred word. He slid over Thomas, straddling his hips and holding himself up on his forearms. Mussed raven hair fell across his forehead and the sure lines of his eyebrows.

Thomas felt like he couldn't move with this much fire in his veins, but his arms found themselves around Gally's neck anyway. "Just don't stop," he murmured, before leaning up and kissing Gally again.

Gally made a low, wanting sound in the back of his throat. Threading the fingers of one hand in Thomas's hair, he angled his head to take control of the kiss. His lips parted Thomas's, their breaths shared between them, and Thomas whimpered. Gally kissed the way he did everything else: wild, and reckless, and like he knew he had absolute control. He licked at Thomas's lips once and Thomas gasped, the sound trapped when Gally locked their mouths together again. Shaking just from the way he was being kissed, Thomas slipped his hands to the back of Gally's neck. His fingertips inched under the back of Gally's tank top, searching for more smooth, tanned skin. When Gally finally broke away to gasp for air, Thomas pulled in a breath; Gally's scent hit him, the smell of soap and something like spice, and it made him lightheaded. With a shiver, he wondered if Gally's skin tasted like that too.

"God, Thomas," Gally managed breathlessly, nuzzling into the crook of Thomas's neck. He brushed his lips over the soft skin there and Thomas thought he felt Gally smirk wickedly. That was right before Gally's hips ground into his and Thomas lost all control of himself. He tightened his grip in the back of Gally's shirt, his head falling back as Gally rocked their hips together again. The fluid way that Gally's body moved over him was intoxicating. Thomas bit his lip on a whine of pleasure as Gally pressed against him over his jeans again. God, they hadn't even taken any clothes off yet and already, he was a mess. Gally's pants huffed in his ear, telling him that the other boy was just as turned on.

Feeling a little daring, Thomas took the back of Gally's head and whispered in his ear, "I want you to take your shirt off."

Even though he was clearly the dominant one here, Gally still whimpered when he heard Thomas say that. "Dammit, Edison," he growled, sitting up and raking his hands through his tousled hair. He took one look at Thomas's foggy, deep brown eyes looking at him and grudgingly grabbed the hem of his tank top. He took it off slowly, taking his time and letting Thomas see the bend and flex of every muscle. Gally worked for a landscaping company so his body was lithe and strong, his skin permanently sun-kissed. He had quite a few scars too, small nicks and scratches on his hands, arms and shoulders. There was one big one, a slash across his stomach; instead of being a straight line, it rippled over the toned strength of his abs. He arched a brow at Thomas as though to say, there, so what do you think?

Thomas couldn't think, actually. He tentatively traced the line of Gally's scar with his fingers. "You're beautiful," he mumbled shyly.

Gally stared at him like he couldn't believe how adorable Thomas was acting. "Oh hell," he muttered and bent back down to kiss Thomas again.

Thomas was drowning fast, his mouth under Gally's, his hands splayed on Gally's shoulders, Gally's hands tearing his shirt up his chest. He let Gally tug his shirt off the rest of the way and toss it on the floor. Then, God, Gally's hands were on HIM, skin on skin. They ran down his chest, and skimmed over his arms. Flames leaped up under his fingers and Thomas mewled. "What do you want now?" Gally asked huskily, biting at Thomas's lower lip.

"I wanna kiss your scar," Thomas moaned into Gally's mouth.

Gally shuddered at the answer, but instead of giving Thomas what he wanted, he ducked down to Thomas's throat. Kissing roughly, he left a hot trail down to Thomas's collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow there at the base of his throat and Thomas gasped, tilting his head back. His fingers searched for a better hold on Gally's shoulders. Gally grinned devilishly against Thomas's collarbone, knowing full well that he was driving the brunette out of his mind. He traced a scorching line up the side of Thomas's neck with his tongue, reveling in the taste of the smooth skin. Thomas clutched at Gally's shoulders as Gally reached his ear and wickedly licked the curve of it once. "You wanna know what I want, Thomas?" he asked softly, blowing lightly on Thomas's ear.

Thomas squirmed under him, bronze hair too rumpled, jeans too low, and a perfect mess to Gally. "What?" he asked in an exhale.

"I want you," Gally murmured into Thomas's ear. "I want all of you, now, and I never want anyone else to have you again." He caught Thomas's earlobe between his teeth, issuing a hiss from the younger boy. "What do you say to that, Edison?"

Thomas bent his head back on the mattress, baring the lovely, silken curve of his neck. "What're you waiting for?" he asked lowly, his eyes dark with heat and fixed only on Gally.

Gally had never been so desperate for someone else in that moment. Without hesitation, he bent to kiss Thomas's shoulder, his hand gliding down the brunette's body to his jeans. It was frustratingly hard to get someone's pants open with one hand, but he needed the other to hold himself up. "Dammit," he muttered against Thomas's shoulder, his fingernails scratching uselessly over the button.

"Having trouble?" Thomas asked teasingly.

Gally glared and nipped at Thomas's shoulder. "Take your shucking pants off."

Thomas laughed, but did as he was told, undoing his jeans and lifting his hips to push them down. Gally felt a needy shudder run the length of his body; it was taking too long. He used one foot to shove Thomas's pants off the rest of the way until they flopped onto the floor in a heap. Then Thomas surprised him. He planted his hands firmly on Gally's shoulders and gave a hard shove, flipping them over. Gally's back hit the mattress with a thump and he was so used to being the dominant one, that he stared at Thomas with wide eyes. Thomas had a smug curve to his lips as he sat up, straddling Gally's hips. Reaching down, he tugged at the waistband of Gally's sweatpants. "I want these off too," he stated, so unlike him that it made Gally's blood sing in his veins.

Gally propped himself up on his elbows. "Take them off yourself, then," he returned.

Thomas smirked and obediently pulled Gally's sweatpants down, sliding back on the bed to get them past his knees. Then a flush leaped up into his face and he squeaked. "Wait, you weren't wearing anything under these?!" he yelped, trying (and failing miserably) to keep his eyes on Gally's face.

"Nope," Gally answered carelessly. Suddenly, in one swift motion, he closed his knees over Thomas's waist and flipped them over again. Grinning evilly, he slid down to kiss the brunette's chest. "My eyes are up here, by the way," he mumbled against Thomas's skin.

"Shut up," Thomas muttered embarrassedly, splaying his hands over Gally's back.

Gally listened for once, too focused on kissing the creamy skin of Thomas's chest. As he did, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Thomas's briefs. "Take these off, too," he breathed out, flicking his tongue over Thomas's skin.

Thomas mewled under him, and Gally swore it was the hottest sound he'd ever heard. Dipping his thumbs into his waistband, Thomas released a shaky breath as he peeled his clothing down. When it was off, he was left shivering under Gally. Gally pressed their foreheads together, pinning Thomas between his arms on the mattress. He could feel Thomas's short breaths. "Are you nervous?" he asked, so hushed, he almost didn't hear himself say it.

Thomas nodded once.

"Don't be," Gally whispered. "Not with me. Because I—" He stopped himself, startled at he'd been about to say. Because I love you.

Thomas didn't question him. He wrapped his arms around Gally's neck and pulled him impossibly closer. "Okay," he murmured. Giving himself up, just like that.

Gally couldn't imagine that anyone else could make him feel like this. He curled the fingers of one hand under Thomas's knee and hiked his leg up on Gally's shoulder. He slotted himself between Thomas's legs, but then he saw the way Thomas trembled. His heart melted. Leaning down, he pressed their mouths together in a searing kiss. Thomas let out a soft sound and kissed back, grabbing for the back of Gally's neck. He stopped trembling. Carefully, Gally pushed his hips forward and sank into Thomas for only the second time. He had to break the kiss to gasp because nothing has ever felt like this before. Thomas dug his nails into Gally's back, panting beautifully. Gally knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop. He pulled back and rocked into Thomas again. His name sounded like music when it tore out of Thomas's lips. "Gally—Please—"

Even in his deepest dreams, Gally had never heard Thomas like this. He continued grinding into Thomas, rougher each time, but not caring. Pleasure was lighting him on fire and he couldn't see straight anymore. Thomas's nails raked down his back as he lifted his hips up to meet Gally's ragged movements, and Gally groaned out loud. How could he have been drunk during this? How could he not remember every incredible part of being with Thomas? "Thomas," he mumbled, the name repeating itself over and over again as he gripped Thomas's hips and drove harder into him. His mind was spinning and he couldn't control himself anymore. Not with Thomas looking so gorgeously wrecked under him, these tiny breathy sounds escaping him every time Gally rocked into him. He dragged harshly into Thomas once, and Thomas threw his head back with a whimper of ecstasy. Just the way he looked then could've made Gally come. Electricity danced between them in the darkening room, as night drifted lower in the sky.

-x-x-x-

Gally didn't know how many times they made love that night. It was all a a blur of harsh breaths, and fingers on skin, and Thomas's needy, broken voice. He'd never experienced anything so obscenely fantastic before, and he knew deep inside that he'd never get tired of this. They were curled up together in bed now, darkness completely fallen over the room. A square patch of silvery moonlight fell out on Gally's floor as the moon rose in the sky. From the tangle of sheets and skin, Gally could feel himself edging farther and farther into sleep. It tugged at his mind and muffled his senses. Shifting to a better position on his back, he closed his eyes.

A shy, sleep-husky voice dragged him back to wakefulness. "Gally?"

Gally grunted half in sleepiness and half in question. "Hm?"

"Was...was this a one-night thing?"

Gally opened his eyes then and looked down at the other boy. Thomas was gazing up at him in the dark, his eyes open, and nervous, and even a little sad. His hair was rumpled, and the bare curve of his shoulder was lit to silver by the moon. When Gally glanced down at him, he shifted his gaze away. Gally sighed. "Normally," he said quietly, "I'd say yes."

Hurt flashed in Thomas's eyes. "Oh," he mumbled. "So...you've done this before."

"Yeah." Gally averted his gaze, staring up at the ceiling instead. "It's not something I'm really proud of, you know?"

Thomas hummed in reply. Absently, he trailed his fingertips back and forth over Gally's chest. "How many?" he asked.

Gally turned his head to look at Thomas again. "None of them meant anything."

"Yeah, but how many, Gally?"

Gally blew out heavily, dragging a hand over his face. "I don't know," he confessed. "A lot."

Thomas swallowed. "Okay." Then bitterness crept into his voice. "So I'm just another name on the list then."

Gally didn't answer. He was too busy remembering how to breathe.

Thomas moved with a rustle of sheets, propping himself up on an elbow. "I'm just—just another guy you fooled around with," he went on, sharper. "And God, I even thought—" He broke off, bowed his head in shame and sorrow. "Forget it." He started to push himself up to find his clothes.

Abruptly, Gally sat up and grabbed Thomas by the arm. Thomas halted, searching Gally's face worriedly. Gally didn't speak. He reached up and gently stroked his thumb over Thomas's cheek. Thomas's eyelids fluttered shut, a pained sound escaping him. Cupping the back of Thomas's neck, Gally yanked the other boy's mouth onto his. Thomas kissed him back instantly, his lips soft, yet demanding on Gally's in the moonlight. Gally didn't hesitate to take the kiss deeper, finding Thomas's tongue with his own and stealing his breath. He needed this. He needed Thomas.

After a few moments, they broke apart, breathing unevenly. Gally leaned his forehead against Thomas's and closed his eyes. He wasn't used to feeling like this or talking about this, but he had to try because Thomas needed to hear it. "You're not just another guy I slept with," he whispered softly. "You're the one I want to wake up with every morning. You're the one I want to make stupid inside jokes with, and share my clothes with when you're cold, and go out to cheesy, romance movies with just so we can make out in the back row. I wanna see you smile every day and touch you every night, even if it's just holding you." He paused and Thomas stared at him, shocked. Gally ran a hand through Thomas's hair. "Thomas, I'm in love with you," he breathed. "I've been in love with you for so long, and I see that now. So please...don't think that you're nothing special."

Thomas was silent for a long moment. "Gally..." He trailed off, then broke into a wide smile. A giddy laugh burst from him. "I love you," he blurted out, and pressed his lips to Gally's again.

"I love you, too," Gally mumbled into Thomas's mouth, a grin threatening to surface even as they kissed. He brought his hands to Thomas's shoulders as he felt himself slipping into bliss.

Thomas placed his hands on Gally's chest, and they sank back down into bed together.

They were definitely going to remember this the next day.