A French Magazine

Nothing really mattered anymore to Jonny after he spotted that magazine, completely by mistake, on one of the international magazine stands. It was French, and it caught Jonny while he was on his way to do something else, something that he now couldn't remember anymore, because the only thing he could think about now was Thom gazing at him from the cover, an intensive, hard gaze. It only got worse after Jonny had paid for the magazine and opened it, because the picture inside only confused him more- they way Thom was staring at an invisible point somewhere, his clear but complicated blue eyes, his ruffled hair, the necklace Jonny gave him showing from underneath his T- shirt - all of those were nothing Jonny have never seen before, but this picture it just, did something to him. He wondered why Thom never mentioned those pictures before but then reminded himself that it was Thom, and Thom never really liked to talk about his own pictures, even not when they came out so unbelievably fucking amazing.

Now the only thing Jonny could think about, after staring at the pictures long enough, was getting home. Home, where Thom was. Home, where Thom, the same person staring at him so intensively from the cover of the magazine he was holding in his hands was actually waiting for him to return. Jonny stopped for a second to think of how lucky he was for having Thom in his life, for knowing him, for sharing his life with him. But it was only for a second, because soon enough the pictures, the bloody pictures were in his head again, haunting him, twitching his stomach and making his heart beat faster. He had to get home, fast.

****

Jonny was exhausted by the time he got home, he was breathing hard and sweating under his undershirt ever though it was freezing outside. He was practically running all the way home, not being able to restrain himself. He was trying to calm himself down, "c'mon Jonny, don't behave like a child, have some self control", but it didn't really work and now he was fumbling with the key, too excited to even open the door properly.

The house was warm and welcoming, and quite. Too quiet. The horrifying thought of Thom not being home hit him and he swallowed hard, slowly taking off his coat and adjusting his hair.

"Thom?"

No answer. Jonny was starting to panic now. "Thommy?" he tried again, louder this time. And then came the sound he was craving for, as Thom was going down the stairs with one hand in his hair and a sleepy "Jon?...I thought you were going to that…"

"Oh god Thom, you never told me about the pictures in the French magazine! They are stunning, absolutely…"

"What French ma…" Thom blinked at him, confused,

"You are so bloody sexy in those shots Thom, I just can't believe…"

"Jon, I just woke up, what the hell are you going on about?!" Jonny realized the he wasn't doing this right, so he went back to his coat, took the magazine out of a pocket, and handed it to the confused, still half asleep Thom. "Oh, This…". Much to Jonny's surprise Thom wasn't very excited about the whole thing. "So, what about it? And why did you buy it, they already sent a copy to…"

Jonny was losing patience. "Thom!! Look at it! Arrrg, you don't understand what this is doing to me, just… take your shirt off!" Thom was starting to wake up now- "Excuse me?!"
"You heard me, Yorke. Shirt off. Now." Jonny was now dead serious.
Thom was still under the influence of sleep, and thus it took him longer than usual to evaluate the situation and realize the condition of the person standing in front of him. It took him a while but he got there, and an evil little grin was now decorating his face. He smiled, because he had just realized that Jonny was in one of those moods that he usually kept for the recording studio. Jonny was eager. And eager Jonny would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted. Usually Thom would be the last person to stand in the way of eager Jonny (it could get ugly) but this time… Thom was going to have some fun. He was actually planning this moment for a while, waiting for his chance. He shivered a little when he realized that his chance was now, all of the options running in his head. He knew it would be difficult, but worth it. And it was almost too exciting, because Jonny was now staring at him with a concerned look, knowing that something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"No thanks", Thom said and spun on his heel, going to the kitchen and leaving Jonny just standing behind, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, the magazine still in his hands. He was not ready for this. This has never happened to him before. He never even thought that such an option could exist- Thom refusing him? Thom Yorke, declining sex?! What the hell was going on?! Nothing made sense, but Jonny tried to take it as a challenge and he found himself following Thom into the kitchen, ready to pull out all of his seduction methods and cure his wounded ego.

He was now standing in the kitchen, looking at Thom making his tea. He behaved just like nothing had ever happened, the little bastard, and Jonny was starting to get a little upset. "You want some?" Thom was pointing at the kettle with an innocent look on his face, and that just made Jonny angrier for some reason.

"Thomas, what are you doing?" he said with a low, calm voice. It took all he had to make that voice sound calm. Because he was just the opposite of calm, he was a lot of things, and calm wasn't one of them. "I'm making tea, Jon Jon". Thom was now pouring the hot liquid into his favorite mug, "D-o y-o-u w-a-n-t s-o-m-e?"

"This isn't funny! Why are you teasing me like this?!" Jonny was now hurt, more than everything. He felt rejected and this feeling was new to him and Thom's behavior wasn't helping, because now he was sitting down at the table, picking up the morning paper. "If you don't want tea just say so, I didn't mean to tease you."

Jonny could feel the rage building up inside of him. He understood now that Thom was playing some sort of a silly little game, but he wasn't interested in taking part of that game. This wasn't the time to be playing games. This was the time to FUCK, and Jonny's aching erection wouldn’t let him ignore Thom's stupid games, it was way too late to back out now, to let it go, to just forget about it and walk away. Jonny needed Thom, that was a fact. And he needed him as soon as possible, another fact. The third, and most important fact was that he was going to get what he wanted, whether Thom was about to stop playing or not.

Part 2
"Alright Yorke. You have exactly…15 seconds to take off your shirt". Jonny was saying that sentence very slowly and calmly, while looking down at his watch. He then raised his head to see Thom's reaction. Thom was still reading the sports section of the paper. He never did that, he hated sports. He was obviously just trying to annoy Jonny.
"Jesus, Arsenal won again?? Pfff, one hell of a team I tell ya".
"10 seconds, and you know you should, Yorke." But Thom wasn't really paying attention to Jonny's threats. Instead, he was now looking very closely at a photo of some football player. "How much do you think those special football shoes cost? I always wanted a pair. Seems good for running in grass. Yeah, I think I'll get me a pair."
"Thomas, you have 5 more seconds". Thom finally raised his head as if he only just noticed Jonny was still in the room. "Hmmm? Oh that? I already told you Jonny, I'm not interes…"

"Time's up!" Jonny said coldly and stated walking towards one of the kitchen drawers.

"Oh come on Jonny, why can't you just accept that I am not in the mood right now?" Jonny was taking out a pair of scissors out of the drawer. "OK Yorke. But remember, I gave you a chance to regret. You know what? I'll give you another one, just because I love you. Now are you. Going. To. Take. Off. That. Shirt?"
Thom considered for a few seconds. Looking at Jonny standing there, a serious face and a pair of scissors in his right hand was quite a scary sight, and for a moment Thom was thinking about dropping the whole thing and just do this the easy way. But when he looked again, something about the way Jonny was anticipating his response, so impatient, so not in the mood for games, something about the way he was standing there, so tense and ready for action, something about all of it all made Thom feel all warm and excited, so he just picked up his mug again, and moved his head to the paper. Thom was scared, and he liked it.

Jonny was a little surprised; he never thought it would get that far. But now he really didn't have a choice. If Thom wanted it that way, that's how it was going to be. So he waited for the right moment, and when Thom lowered the mug onto the table and placed it there, Jonny just pulled one of the legs of the wooden chair Thom was sitting on, and the chair fell back, along with the small man occupying it. It was all very fast, and Thom wasn't ready for it and next thing he knew Jonny was above him, placing his palm on his Thom's face and moving it aside in a protective way. That confused Thom for a second but then he heard the sound of cloth tearing up, and then he felt a little cold. Jonny moved his hand away and Thom could see now that his ex- shirt was now torn right in the middle, exposing his belly and chest for the whole world to see. "HEY!!! You know that was my favorite shirt!! Have you lost your mind?!" Jonny was frowning and rolling his eyes. "You bought that shirt last month Thom, don't try to…" but before he could even finish that sentence Thom was already on his knees, trying to stand up. Damn he's quick, Jonny thought and with one long hand grabbed Thom's ankle and pulled. "Armph!" Thom shouted as Jonny placed himself on his back, digging into it with his knees. "That hurts!!!" Thom cried but Jonny wasn't listening, he was too busy taking off his sweater and preparing for his next move.

"Jonny? Jon Jon? Alright, I give up, I'm sorry…Jon?" Thom was using his sweetest voice now. "Joooooon, I'm cold here on the floor, please, lets' go upstairs…I promise I'll be good! Please?" Jonny thought about it for a while and it seemed to him that Thom has learned his lesson, and would never attempt such dangerous games again. He got off slowly from Thom, still a little suspicious. They both got up and Thom smiled, "I'm sorry Jon, you're just so fucking sexy when you're mad. I can’t help it." That made Jonny grin and blush a little, even after all these years he wasn't completely used to the idea that people thought he was sexy, Thom, of all people, thought he was sexy. Jonny picked up the scissors and placed them back In the drawer. "well yeah Thommy but that's really mean of you, you know how I can get when I…" when Jonny turned around, Thom wasn't there. And that, that was just…That was just too much for Jonny. He was done playing. He was done being nice now. He picked up what was left of Thom's shirt and with a quick, accurate movement he tore a strip of fabric and wrapped it around his palm. He was ready to hunt now.

***

Jonny thought it would take him ages to find Thom, because Thom, due to his size and his twisted mind could hide in the most unexpected places. Jonny once found him, after hours of looking of course, in a backpack that was inside a closet that was in a storage room that was locked and he still has no idea how Thom managed to do that. So when he saw Thom sitting on the living room sofa with the remote in his hand, wearing one of Jonny T-shirts and watching…was that football again?! Jonny was more than surprised, he was shocked, and it made him reach new and unfamiliar levels of anger that he hasn't felt for years, not ever since he found some idiot selling one of his stolen Telecasters on eBay. He was now approaching Thom slowly, knowing he had to carefully plan his attack. Thom wasn't even looking at his direction; instead, he was following the ball with his eyes as if it was the most interesting thing on the planet.

Jonny stopped. He thought about his options: if he just approached Thom, he might risk Thom jumping and disappearing and he might never find him again. That was a very bad option because for some reason Jonny couldn't understand, all of the anger and unfulfilled want for Thom only made his cock harder and it was getting almost unbearable. So he just blurted out a disappointed "Oh, fuck you Thom" and went upstairs, got into the bathroom, turned the shower knob and let the water run. He then took off his shoes and his trousers, but Jonny wasn't going to have a shower. Instead, he carefully went back downstairs, not making a sound. Thom was now zapping through the channels as he thought Jonny was now cooling himself in the shower, a mix of disappointment and self- satisfaction on his face. Jonny approached from behind the sofa and waited for the right moment. In a single movement he acrobatically jumped onto the front of the sofa and landed on a shocked Thom who only managed to let out a high- pitched scream and a "Holy fuck!!!" before Jonny was above him, aggressively pulling him down to the carpet and bending him down on the seat, using the strip of cloth he has prepared to firmly tie up Thom's hands behind his back.
"Game Over, love" Jonny declared his voice full of triumph and lust. "JONNY!! Get off of me! You're crazy! What are you gonna do, rape me?! I told you I don't to…"

"Shut up!!"
The way Jonny said that made a chill run through Thom's spine. It wasn't a shout, but there was something so evil and powerful in Jonny's voice, and Thom knew that Jonny was really, really angry now. He also knew that this angry, eager Jonny above him is no longer thinking with his head or posses any form of rationality. His cock was doing all the thinking now, and his cock was the one in control of this all situation. And that just made Thom so hard he was now almost hysterical, anticipating the moves of the man behind him in an unbearable tension. Thom didn't move. He just waited. And soon enough he felt Jonny pulling his pants and boxers down in one cold move, no emotion involved, it was strictly business now.

Thom heard Jonny shifting behind him, and then he heard Jonny spitting into his own hands and he knew what that meant. He tried to look back but Jonny was holding him firmly now, and suddenly he could feel Jonny's cock penetrating him all the way in one quick motion so he just buried his head deep into the cushion and bit his lips until they bled. There was no preparing for the pain that flooded Thom and he cried out, his voice muffled by the cushion. It may have been far, oh so far from the first time Thom had Jonny's cock up his ass but this time, there was no easing in, no finger preparation, and almost no lubrication, and it was painful almost like that first time, who knows how many years ago. Above him, Thom managed to hear Jonny's moans of pleasure as he picked up a rhythm and was starting to move faster and faster.

Jonny was out of control now, moaning loudly and thrusting in and out of Thom violently, the feeling of full control, the sense of revenge, and especially the sight of Thom sprawled in front of him, so helpless and beautiful, moaning and crying into the cushion, almost was too much for him and he felt himself nearing an intense orgasm. Thom could feel that too, he knew exactly how it felt like when Jonny was about to come inside of him, and he wasn't ready to let that happen, not just yet. He was just starting to enjoy this, after the streams of pain have made their way to the pure pleasure, and he knew that he had to do something, and fast, if he wanted more of this divine feeling. He also knew it would take all of his will power and inner strength to stop now, but that it would be worth it later on. So he took a very deep, long breath and then took advantage of Jonny's temporary off- guard blindness to push him back and get on his feet.

Jonny didn't realize what was happening until it was too late, and he found himself sitting on the living room carpet, gazing up at Thom who was laughing his head off and making his way to…The back yard?! Jonny was breathing heavily and he felt dizzy and sick and…Hurt. How could Thom do this to him? There was a set of unwritten rules between every couple, and Thom managed to break most of those rules ever since Jonny got home. The sneaky little bastard has gone way too far this time, and he was going to pay for it. Jonny didn't care anymore about the consequences. Desperate time called for desperate measures.

Part 3
Hiding in the back yard seemed like a good idea until Thom had realized:
a. He was half naked.
b. He was tied up.
c. It was fucking freezing outside.

Adding all of these facts together, he decided to hide in the work room instead, knowing that it wasn't such a good hiding place, and hoping that it won't take long for Jonny to find him there. But after about 10 minutes on sitting there and staring at a hole on the wall he was getting bored and worried. The house fell quiet after the little battle that occurred in the living room, and only the sound of running water from upstairs interrupted the silence. Just when Thom starting to think about what an awful waste of water that was, and then again that in a few years the whole world will be flooded unless the bloody government will wake the fuck up and start taking action soon, a familiar voice was interrupting his usual trail of thoughts. It was coming from the doorway and It was cold, and calculated and frightening. It was a very, very annoyed Jonny.

"Alright, Thom, you sick bustard, I know you're in here somewhere. I suggest you come out of your hole, I have a surprise for you."

Thom didn't understand at first, but it slowly dawned on him that he was fucked, and not in the goos sense. Jonny could get quiet sophisticated when it came to revenge. So he slowly moved his head up to take a quick peek at Jonny, fearing what he might see. And the image that was revealed to him was even worse than he had expected. Jonny was standing in the middle of the room, naked and furious, holding the vicious fireplace lighter in one hand, and…Thom blinked in disbelief, no no, that can't be, how could he even know? But it didn't help because when he opened his eyes it was still there. It was Thom's old "The Queen Is Dead" copy.

Jonny was holding the record up high, looking around the room until he spotted Thom coming out from behind a book shelf and looking straight into his eyes in a serious expression. "You wouldn't" he said quietly. Jonny never really understood what Thom's deal with this record was. Thom had loads of them, but he always treated this one differently. Yes, Thom liked the Smiths, but it was so out of character for him to get sentimental over object like that, no matter how much the music itself meant to him. Jonny even caught him a few times over the years, taking it out when he thought no one was looking and staring at it for a while, not playing it, just staring. He always wanted to ask him about it but he respected Thom's privacy.

No room was left for respect of any kind when Jonny started picking himself together from the living room floor. At first he thought, sod it- I'm not playing this sick game anymore. I'll just give him the silence treatment for a while, he'll be begging for sex. But then some dark voice at the back of his head started telling him that he can't let Thom get away with it, that he has to go upstairs and get that record, that he could still win.

So now he had Thom, half-naked-tied-up Thom, in front of him, staring at him in disbelief and confusion. He knew that in his position, he could do and say whatever he wanted.
"Well, first of all, that was a really, really evil thing to do. I didn't expect that even from you."

"I'm sorry- "

"No no no, you'll be quiet now! I don't want to hear a single word from you. I'm too angry at you." Thom couldn't help but smile at Jonny's sexy seriousness so he lowered his head and bit his wounded lip again.
"Was that a smile I just saw? Alright, that does it!" Before Thom managed to say or do anything, he heard a click and saw a flame and smelled smoke and that made him forget the rules instantly- "NNOOOO!!! ARE YOU INSANE?! JESUS JO-"
"I thought I told you to shut up!!" Jonny left the record alone for now, but Thom understood that he wasn't joking.
"Shit! Sorry…but I…"
"Alright Thom, this is how it's going to be: I am going to give you orders, and if you don't obey, if you speak, if you smile, if you even make one move that I don't approve of- the rest of this record will be history! Do you understand?!"

Thom never saw Jonny in that state before. He had really done it this time. Jonny wasn't fooling around anymore, his eyes were full of rage and he was shaking slightly, but the thing that was most apparent to Thom now is that Jonny wasn't erect anymore. And that was just…wrong. That just worried him the most, how upset did Jonny have to be in order to lose his erection? Thom knew he had to do anything in his power to satisfy Jonny, and even then there is a possibility that Jonny won't speak to him for a very long time. He tried to remind himself how he let things get this far but he couldn't remember anymore what led to this particular moment, and now Jonny was telling him the get down on his knees, so he did.

"Alright…first of all, you need to take care of… little Jonny…well, it's your fault, fix it!" Jonny was gesturing with the lighter towards his disappointed cock and that made Thom squirm and shiver. Jonny sat on the big armchair that was laid in the corner of the room and Thom had to close the gap between them on his knees, hands still tied behind his back. He got closer to Jonny and looked up at him for further instructions. Jonny just looked angrily back. "What are waiting for?!"

Thom closed his eyes. This couldn't have been his punishment, this was a treat. He loved everything about Jonny's cock, he love the way it smelled, and the way it felt warm under his lips, and he loved the delicate skin just below it, and most of all he loved the sound Jonny made when he flicked that skin with his tongue. Jonny was still holding the record in one hand and the lighter in the other, but now his eyes were shut and he started breathing hard again. Thom knew all the tricks, he knew exactly were to kiss and where to touch with his tongue and in what pace and soon enough Jonny's cock was growing larger and harder again and now Thom was gently wrapping his mouth around its head, swirling his tongue around it before taking it all the way in his mouth in one swift motion until it hit the back of his throat. Thom worked hard on this blowjob, like he hasn't done in quite a while, and Jonny threw his head back, moaning involuntarily. Those moans motivated Thom and he started going faster and faster until he heard Jonny's faint voice telling him to stop.

Thom lifted his head, his red lips all bruised and swollen, and waited for Jonny to speak. Jonny took a few moments to relax and then just said: "Now I wanna finish what I started earlier." But he didn't move, Just sat there, looking down on Thom, who lifted his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak. Then he closed it. Then opened again. Then, looking at his record in between Jonny's long fingers he decided he'd better shut up. He gathered himself together and stood up. At least Jonny was calmer, now he just seemed a little amused, enjoying Thom's tortured expression while he was trying to figure out how to complete this complicated task. After tilting his head and measuring with his eyes for a minute, he couldn’t help but ask- "Well could you at least untie my hands?!"
"No." was the simple reply from Jonny.
Thom sighed; well at least he didn't burn anything this time… He knew this wasn't going to be easy. He went as close as he could get to the armchair and then lifted one knee and placed it at Jonny's right side. Then he did the same with the second knee. He was now on his knees above Jonny, trying to lower himself down Jonny's flat stomach and onto his cock, which was almost impossible in his position. Jonny was no help at all of course, he was just sitting back and enjoying the show.

Finally Thom somehow managed to use his tied hands to place Jonny's cock near his opening, and he started slowly lowering himself, letting it slip inside him deeper and deeper. He had to use every single hip, buttocks and stomach muscle known to him, and a few that he wasn't aware of to succeed moving up and down Jonny's cock, resulting unfamiliar sensation of tightness around it, and Jonny was now moaning and sighing, losing himself in the amazing feeling. Thom was working hard on this movement but at the same time he was enjoying the sight of Jonny, arching his back and laying his head back as he started moving his hips against Thom's, and that made Thom believe that he could lean forward and kiss Jonny's neck, but Jonny kept pushing him back, ignoring his offended gaze. Thom relaxed a little and started enjoying Jonny's movement inside him again, and he started desperately struggling with the fabric that kept his hands behind his back, he needed a release to his painful hardness and he knew that Jonny wasn't going to help him with that, not any time soon…

But he couldn't release his hands and now Jonny was holding his hips firmly, (he seemed to have dropped the record and the lighter, much to Thom's relief) holding him still while thrusting wildly in and out of him. Thom was holding his breath until he could feel Jonny shivering underneath him- "OH…My…God…" and with those three final, longer thrusts Jonny came hard and fell back, exhausted. Thom remained still and didn't dare talking, even though he was about to go insane with need for Jonny's touch. Jonny opened his eyes and it was his turn to spread a wicked smile across his face. "Oh, you deserve it". Thom figured Jonny was right so he just got off and sat on the carpet, trying to figure out which part of his body was more painful at the moment- his swelling cock? His bruised lips? His strained muscles or his scorched wrists? It didn't matter, he was defeated and humiliated, and he had it coming. Just when he thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, he heard Jonny again:

"So…one last thing before I leave you here to think about what you've done. I want to know what the story with you and that record is."

"Oh, no, no no, I'd really rather not to talk abou-"

Click.

It was that bloody lighter again. Jonny had gathered it from the floor and was holding it next to the record in a threatening manner.

"ALRIGHT! Jesus, just stop that! Fuck, Jonny, since when did you become such a crazy pyromaniac?!"

"I wouldn't be making jokes in your position, Thom. Now start talking."

Thom sighed again. "Fine…alright…it's…it's just…oh dear…" Thom was squirming and moving uneasily while he spoke, moving his feet back and forward on the carpet. "Well…it…it's the record that was playing in the back…in the background…the… the first timeitiewaaaksa". Thom almost whispered that last part of the sentence, barely moving his lips while he spoke it.

"What?! I can’t hear you Thom!"

"The first time I…"

"Speak up, Thomas!"

"The first time I tried to kiss you!!!" Thom shouted that and immediately lowered his face, trying to hide the fact that it was turning all shades of red. Jonny chuckled, nodding his head- "No it wasn't! I think I would have remembered something like that!"

"Well, you didn't know I was trying to kiss you alright?? I chickened out before you even noticed."

"W-What??" Jonny was already laughing now; the whole thing was so out of character for Thom that it was fantastic seeing him trying to explain. "Yeah! I didn't do it, I wanted to, but I didn't. And I felt like such a coward later that…well… I didn't want to feel that way anymore…so I kissed you the next time we met…and that…record, it just makes me think about…it…it symbolizes…it…" Thom was looking as if he was about to burst into tears as he stumbled over his own words. Eventually he just grew silent.

Jonny stopped laughing. He tried to figure out if Thom was serious or if he was just trying to melt him, make him forget how unbelievably mean he really is, trying to sweet talk him into forgiveness. But Thom was looking at him with this intensity that made his heart beat faster, he was serious, Jonny could tell this by the look in his eyes.

Jonny looked at the record, turning it a few times as if to search that hidden meaning that laid within it, then he looked at Thom again, who was now leaning his head against the wall looking all hurt and defeated. "Go on, you can laugh at me now." But Jonny didn't laugh; he just got off the armchair and sat down in front of Thom on the carpet, still holding the record with both hands. "What song?" he asked quietly. Thom gave him an ironic smile and lowered his head again. "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others…" at this, Jonny let out a high pitched giggle. "Are you serious??"
"Yeap…" Jonny couldn't stop laughing now, and soon enough Thom joined him with a relief, it somehow felt good letting it out after all these years, even though he wasn't planning to.

When he opened his eyes, Jonny was hovering above him, their faces almost touching. "You can be such a wanker sometimes."

"I know, I'm sorry…"

"Well, I forgive you, but only because of that unbelievingly fluffy story you just told me." Jonny was untying Thom while he spoke. "Well, it's true!" Thom said with a smile before Jonny covered his mouth with his full lips, kissing and licking the bruises, sucking on them gently. Thom used his newfound freedom to wrap his arms around Jonny and pull him closer. He was relived by Jonny's forgiveness and made a mental note to never try anything like this again, even though deep inside he knew he might- furious Jonny was just too sexy to resist. Jonny felt Thom smiling under his lips, already knowing what Thom is thinking about. He brought his mouth next to Thom's ear and whispered quietly: "Really, Thom, if you ever pull a stunt like this one again, I'm gonna tell everyone about your cute little record story. I might even bring it up in an interview or two."

The look on Thom's face was more then enough to reassure Jonny that he'll behave from now on. But Thom was just realizing that he would have to figure out new and more sophisticated ways of bringing furious Jonny out.

The End