Page 19 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

Tommy’s mouth was dry with nervousness as he trailed his hands down Bobby’s sides, pulling him closer and slipping his palms under Bobby’s T-shirt. He felt the muscles under Bobby’s warm skin shudder and tighten, and he liked it. He liked knowing all it took was a simple touch and Bobby couldn’t control himself.

Bobby’s eyes closed when Tommy let his hand drift lower. He dipped his fingers into the edge of Bobby’s jeans, feeling his ass while he pulled Bobby closer, pressing their erections between them. He dragged his lips over Bobby’s throat in slow kisses that made Bobby whimper. Tommy liked that sound, and he smiled against Bobby’s pulse before he pulled back to strip off Bobby’s T-shirt.

As if they were playing a game of tit for tat, Bobby pushed Tommy’s own shirt up and over his head. He let it fall to the floor before he kissed Tommy again. They stood there for a long moment, quiet and almost curious, as they took advantage of the fresh expanses of warm skin with tender touches. Bobby tugged Tommy’s jeans open and slid his hand inside. When Bobby wrapped his fingers around his cock, it was Tommy’s turn to whimper. Bobby gave him a long, slow stroke as a reward.

In a matter of seconds, they had a pile of clothes and shoes on the floor by the bed. Tommy didn’t bother with preamble or even another kiss before he pushed Bobby back onto the mattress and fell over him.

Their erections grazed together, slick with precome, when Bobby tangled his fingers into Tommy’s hair as it fell around his face. He pulled Tommy closer, their eyes locked together as Bobby rasped, “Condom.”

It wasn’t a question. Bobby wasn’t asking if they needed one, he was telling Tommy they had gotten as far as they were going to go without one. Tommy couldn’t blame him, and if he had been thinking clearly, he would have felt the same way.

Tommy pulled back with a quick nod, reaching over and opening his nightstand. He had to dig a little since he didn’t use condoms very often. He didn’t bother with one for oral or hand jobs, and that was all he’d had in over a year.

Lifting his head, Bobby said, “There’s one in my jeans if—”

“I got it.” The words were clipped and sounded annoyed as he realized he didn’t want to think about Bobby like that. He didn’t want to think about Bobby out at the clubs or in the backseat of some guy’s car letting someone else touch him. He pushed the thought away and finally saw what he’d been looking for. Buried under an ancient Playgirl and the bong he’d been expelled for making in ceramics class when he was fourteen, Tommy found a strip of condoms. Thankfully the lube was more accessible.

Rising up on his knees, he looked down at Bobby. Bobby’s skin was flushed pink over his tight muscles, his short-cropped curls standing up in spikes as he bit his lip. Bobby stroked himself, a strong hand moving in long, smooth motions over his cock, hips rocking subtly into his own touch. His thighs were spread, bare feet resting beside Tommy’s legs. He looked more like a porn star than a cop, and Tommy nearly laughed. Some angel he turned out to be.

Bobby surprised him when he spoke. “If you just wanna watch, I’ll get on with it.” He was teasing, but Tommy could see him tighten his grip, running up the length of his shaft from root to tip, milking out another pearl of clear fluid that he ran his thumb through.

“I’d tell ya to keep your pants on, but….”

Tommy got a soft laugh for that. Bobby shook his head and reached for him with his free hand. “Shut up and fuck me, asshole.”

Smirking, Tommy asked, “Is that an order, Officer?” He was ripping open a condom wrapper, wanting to touch Bobby, wanting to be inside him, but he wanted to draw things out as long as he could too. “I should report you for sexual harassment.”

Bobby snorted. “You better get on with the harassing, or we’ll trade places.”

Just the idea sent a spike of desire through Tommy’s blood. He’d only bottomed a few times, and he never really liked it, but the thought of Bobby being inside him was far more appealing than he wanted to admit. He rolled the condom down his erection, feeling his skin flush, the heat crawling over his chest and shoulders, making its way to his cheeks. He gave himself a solid stroke over the latex as Bobby reached for the lube.

“You’d have to wrestle me for that one.”

There was very little conviction in his voice, though. He was distracted, watching Bobby prep himself, slicking his fingers with lube and pushing them inside himself. Tommy groaned and bit his lips between his teeth.

Bobby was still stroking himself with one hand as he lubed himself with the other. Tommy was mesmerized by the sight, unable to do much but watch.

With one small gasp, Bobby pulled his hand back and nodded his head. “Maybe next time,” he whispered.

At first Tommy wasn’t sure what Bobby was talking about, his thoughts too focused on the fact that he was about to fuck Bobby McAlister.

Tommy shifted on the bed and reached for him. He started to turn Bobby around, and Bobby took the cue. He rolled over onto his stomach and rose up slightly on his knees. Tommy thought it might be easier to focus if he weren’t looking into Bobby’s eyes and trying to read every expression that flitted across his face.

He took his time as he pressed closer behind Bobby. He ran a hand down the curve of Bobby’s ass while he stroked the head of his cock against Bobby’s entrance. Tommy could tell it was frustrating him. He rocked back against Tommy and tried for more contact. After another long moment, Bobby said, “I’m not some blushing virgin, Tom.” The pillow muffled his words, and it made Tommy laugh before he offered one firm push past the taut ring of muscle. Bobby hissed a curse as Tommy rolled his hips and slid deeper.

“Jesus,” Tommy muttered, feeling the tight heat around his cock as he entered Bobby. “You sure about that?” He was trying to tease even as his voice was straining, his body humming with the urge to move harder.

Bobby sounded just as tortured, but he laughed as he spoke. “I promise.”

He shifted under Tommy and pressed back again, meeting the slow rocking of Tommy’s hips. Tommy pushed deeper. He didn’t stop until he was leaning over Bobby and their bodies were touching at every possible point. He wanted to catch Bobby’s moans and curses in his mouth, but it was impossible, so he left a warm, open kiss on Bobby’s shoulder.

“Need more, Tom,” Bobby panted.

Tommy couldn’t tell if that was pain or greed he heard in Bobby’s voice, but he pulled back and thrust in deep. The movement was sharp and quick, and when Bobby groaned and shuddered, Tommy knew it was what Bobby had wanted so he did it again.

They started a rough rhythm together, their hips rocking, muscles twitching. One heated stroke after another, the two of them naked, sweating, chests heaving under the harsh light above them.

It didn’t take long before Bobby tried to get his hand between his body and the mattress. Tommy pulled back to give him more room, and when that didn’t seem like enough, he sat back on his heels and took Bobby with him.

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