"Okay, sit down", William commanded and pointed to his bed. Tom nodded slightly as he sat and hissed as the movement sent a pulsing flash of painful heat through his arm.
"Should I help you to take your jacket off?", his young host asked while he bowed down to get his medic kit from under his closet.
"Yeah, that would be nice", Tom replied, unable to tear his eyes away from William's bottom. 'How can a person who's so stupidly hot be so innocent?', he asked himself when William turned around and didn't even seem to notice that Tom just turned his gaze away as quickly as possible when he saw his host move.
Will placed the medic kit on the bed just next to Thomas, then proceeded to help him take off the tight leather jacket. He stopped for a moment when Thomas flinched, but then continued.
"I'm sorry", he murmured when he saw tears reappearing in his eyes and tried to be particularly careful with the sleeve. While he hung the jacket away Thomas already rolled up his shirt's sleeve.
"How can you be so tidy?", he asked with a slight smirk, that didn't show in his gaze.
"Oh, that's easy." Will opened the medic kit and looked at his undeniably handsome guest. "The real question here is, how did you get your arm messed up like this."
Tom chuckled but couldn't hold back a hiss when William pressed a cloth drowned in alcohol on his wound.
"Ow man, that hurts!", he protested, but William just rolled his eyes. "I'm sure getting this injury hurt much more."
"None of your business", Thomas growled, but immediately felt guilty for it. He felt like he should rather thank William than snap at him, but right now he wasn't in a mood for that. He knew it was a weak excuse, but he didn't care. Also, he didn't care wether Lenny's father was worried about where he was. Nor about how his mother or Lenny felt. Nor about how Chris felt. And if he annoyed William, he just shouldn't have offered him help.
Only then he realised that William didn't even complain about his growl, but just continued to clean the burn mark. By now he was wrapping a bandage around his arm almost gently.
Tom held back a shiver as he felt William's finger brushing over his arm. "Thanks", he muttered, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks.
William smiled up at him, probably just out of politeness, but still he smiled. "You're welcome", he said, instantly earning a wide smile back from Tom.
"Why did you help me?"
Will was struck surprised with this question. He didn't think about it himself. "Well... Uhm... That's what you do, right? Help people who are hurt?"
Thomas chuckled and shook his head. Seriously this chuckle was so adorable.
"Here we don't. No-one wants to mess with Chris, and when someone is injured you never know wether it was him, so you just leave them."
"Was it him?", Will asked without rethinking.
Thomas's hesitation almost already gave him a clue, but he still got a sick feeling when he heard him reply a nervous and quick "Yes".