Page 20 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

Bobby let out a surprised gasp when he was seated all the way down on Tommy’s cock. Their bodies fit together perfectly—Bobby’s knees bent, his back pressed to Tommy’s chest. Tommy trailed hard kisses over the side of Bobby’s neck as he wrapped his arm around Bobby’s waist. He slipped his hand lower and grabbed Bobby’s erection.

Tommy slicked his palm in short, swift strokes that matched their clumsy rhythm as Bobby reached behind him and laced his fingers into Tommy’s hair.

Tommy’s release was charging through him at top speed, tensing his muscles and kicking his heartbeat up to dangerous levels.

When Bobby’s voice started to carry, getting louder and louder with every thrust of Tommy’s hips, every stroke over his cock, Tommy reached up and covered Bobby’s mouth. Bobby let his head fall back on Tommy’s shoulder then, and Tommy could feel Bobby’s breath against his skin in hot puffs. Bobby cried out against Tommy’s palm as he came hard through the fingers of Tommy’s other hand.

Tommy was on the edge, and the way Bobby moved and the sounds he made as he came were enough to drag Tommy with him. He leaned forward again and pushed Bobby into the mattress as he picked up the tempo, thrusting in hot, needy movements until he was coming too.

Tommy fell over Bobby, panting against his slick skin, kissing the back of his neck. It was a tender gesture that Tommy had never wanted to offer anyone before. That it felt so natural was almost alarming, but Tommy chose not to think about it. Instead he pulled back to dispose of the condom. He dropped it on the floor for lack of anything better to do with it.

Lifting his head, Bobby laughed as he watched. “I know it’s a small room, but I bet you could fit a wastebasket in here somewhere….”

Falling onto his back, exhausted, Tommy gave him a small push. “If I’d known how this night was gonna end, I would’ve prepared a little better.”

They both laughed, and Bobby shifted on the small bed to get closer to Tommy—or maybe he just wanted to get out of the wet spot. Either way, he didn’t wait for an invitation. He didn’t need one, and Tommy wondered if Bobby knew that already.

Tommy let his eyes slide shut when Bobby wrapped an arm across his ribs and rested his head on Tommy’s chest. They didn’t bother with a blanket since the air was stifling enough in there.

“You do this often? Bring guys home, I mean?” Bobby asked, his face still hidden against Tommy’s shoulder as if embarrassed by his own question.

“Never have, never thought I would,” Tommy admitted. “I’ve never trusted anyone around the kids before….”

Bobby lifted his head then, looking at Tommy as he asked, “Do they know? I mean, are you out to the family?”

Nodding, Tommy explained. “Yeah, well, Colleen knows. Not like I’m hiding it from the rest of ’em, just hasn’t come up.” His fingers were itching for a cigarette, but he didn’t want to get up and go outside for one. “What about you? Are you out on the force and shit?”

Bobby ran a soothing hand over Tommy’s chest and stomach, as if he understood what Tommy was craving and understood how much Tommy didn’t want any deep heart-to-heart conversations. “Not really. My partner knows, a couple of the higher-ups at the station know, but that’s about it. I told my TO when I was in training, and he suggested that I keep my preferences on a need-to-know basis.” Tommy felt him shrug as Bobby dropped his head again. “I’d rather be out and proud and marching in parades in my uniform and all that crap, but I gotta work with these guys, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it. You don’t see me posting a sign in the yard or slapping some rainbow flag sticker on the car.”

“Does Cal know?”

Tommy snorted a laugh in response. “He’s not home enough or sober enough to notice or care what I do with my dick.”

“Good point,” Bobby said with a small laugh. They were quiet for a moment before Bobby spoke again, answering a question Tommy was trying not to ask. “My mom knows. She was a little disappointed, I think. She always wanted grandkids since she never got the big family she wanted.”

Tommy tightened his arm around Bobby without meaning to. Something about that little whisper, the sound in Bobby’s voice when he said he thought his mother was disappointed, made Tommy’s chest tight. He hated the sensation, but he didn’t resist it either. “You can still give her grandkids. Gay guys adopt all the time,” Tommy told him, a need to make Bobby feel better rushing through him. “Or you could get one of those girls to have one for ya. What do they call it?”

“Surrogate,” Bobby said softly, shifting closer.

“Yeah, that.” Tommy laughed then, turning so he was facing Bobby, the two of them tangling together. “Tell your mom I’ve got a few she can borrow if she’s lonely,” he joked. He could feel Bobby smile against his neck, and they were both quiet after that. Bobby’s breathing evened out and went soft against Tommy’s skin. He knew he should wake Bobby, kick him out, and put down some ground rules, but damn it all, it felt good to lay like this with Bobby. It felt safe, comforting. What he always imagined a real home would feel like.

Tommy drifted off for a few minutes, wrapped around Bobby and feeling his life might be worth something after all. But the overhead light was still on, and his skin was sticky. It took some doing, but he managed to untangle himself and get off the bed. He threw a sheet over Bobby, not wanting him to wake up exposed and alone in the unfamiliar room, before he pulled on a pair of sweats and turned off the light.

Sitting on the back step, Tommy took a long drag off his cigarette. He knew Bobby didn’t smoke, but Bobby didn’t seem to mind the taste of it when they kissed or the smell of it on his clothes. Maybe he should quit. It wasn’t like he ever paid for them, but he knew they were bad for him. Not to mention the example he was setting for the kids. Colleen was already smoking, and he knew Mike lifted a few off him every now and again. Damn.

He nearly jumped off the step when the back door opened. Colleen stood there in a T-shirt and pair of shorts, her hair looking wild, eyes heavy.

“You okay, Tommy?” She sat down beside him and reached for the cigarette between his fingers before taking a drag.

He narrowed his eyes and snatched it back from her. “Yeah, why?”

“You’re not usually up this early.” She was quiet for a minute before she added, “I noticed Bobby in your bed when I came down….”

Shit. “He awake yet?”

“Sleeping like a baby. You gonna tell me the score?”

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