Page 46 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

He ground himself against Bobby’s ass, his rigid cock gliding through soapy water before slipping between the muscles. Tommy let out a harsh groan, and he could feel his erection grazing against Bobby’s opening, but he angled his hips and rocked against him instead.

Bobby panted and whimpered and squirmed in Tommy’s arms before reaching for one of Tommy’s hands and pulling it down from his chest. He guided Tommy to his erection when Tommy started to thrust against him. “Make me come, Tom.”

The words alone could’ve been a soft command, but it sounded more like a plea as Tommy wrapped his fingers around Bobby’s cock and started to stroke him.

“No,” he answered, not giving Bobby much more than a warm grip to push into. He kissed the back of Bobby’s neck and then nipped with his teeth.

“Why?”

Tommy nearly laughed. Bobby’s tone was pure annoyance and need.

“Because,” he whispered, catching Bobby’s ear in his teeth as he moved harder against him. “I want you to fuck me.” He let the words sit there for a minute as Bobby panted for breath, and Tommy fought another groan before he went on. “In your bed.”

Bobby hissed through his teeth and then muttered a sharp curse. “We’re clean enough,” he said as he abruptly shut off the water.

Tommy was still painfully hard because Bobby had moved away seconds too soon, but he figured that was fair, all things considered.

They barely bothered with toweling themselves off, their skin still damp as Bobby pulled him by the hand to the makeshift bedroom.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Bobby ran a hand up Tommy’s shoulder and wrapped his fingers into his hair. “You sure?”

Tommy stepped closer and pressed himself against Bobby, letting Bobby feel his erection between them. “What do you think?”

He could understand Bobby’s hesitation. In the time they’d been together, he’d only bottomed for Bobby once. Bobby had assumed Tommy was a top because that’s how things usually worked out between them, and Tommy hadn’t bothered to correct him. It took a lot to get him to relax enough, even with Bobby, to enjoy the vulnerability of bottoming. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Bobby’s before he whispered, “I like the way it feels to have ya inside me, Bobby. Even if I don’t like to admit it.”

Bobby didn’t say anything to that. He kissed Tommy again and slid his hands down Tommy’s sides until he reached his hips. He pulled them tightly together and moved just enough to let their cocks rub together between them.

Tommy felt like he was going to fall over or come or both if they didn’t stop soon. He pulled Bobby down onto the bed and broke the kiss long enough to shift higher on the mattress. Bobby followed him over, supporting himself with his right arm while he carefully slid his other hand down Tommy’s body.

They pressed close together for long minutes, simply touching and kissing each other, until Bobby leaned back. “I can’t reach the nightstand, but….”

Tommy understood and turned away. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and found a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube right on top. Tommy nearly laughed, thinking of what a mess his own world was compared to Bobby’s. Everything about Bobby was neat and tidy. There was a place for everything in Bobby’s life, and everything was in its place. He started to wonder where exactly Tommy’s place was in all of that, but he decided he was better off not going down that road.

“Come here,” Bobby whispered and Tommy came back to him.

Tommy trailed his fingers down Bobby’s chest as he slid his bare feet against Bobby’s. “We’re gonna run outta time if we’re not careful.”

The words were more for himself than Bobby as he fought to keep his other responsibilities on his radar. It was hard to do when Bobby was lying next to him, smiling at him, and moving in slowly for another kiss.

He could feel Bobby’s grin against his lips as Bobby whispered, “Quit stalling, then.”

He nearly pulled Bobby on top of him, but he remembered it would be a pain for Bobby to support himself in that position. Instead he asked, “Who’s stalling?” and turned onto his side. He could feel Bobby exhale against his shoulder, feel Bobby’s fingers sliding over his skin, but he still nearly jumped when Bobby ran one slick fingertip against his entrance.

“Okay?” Bobby asked, leaving a trail of kisses over Tommy’s shoulder and up his neck.

“Tickled,” he said, almost embarrassed when Bobby breathed a laugh against his ear.

“Maybe I should tie you up sometime,” Bobby told him as he slipped his finger deeper inside. “Not let you come for hours.”

Tommy lost track of what else Bobby was doing behind him and got caught in Bobby’s words. He’d never felt comfortable enough with anyone to let them tie him up before, and Christ knew he’d never had that kind of privacy, even if he’d been willing. But, the idea of him and Bobby alone for an entire day together, of letting Bobby do anything he wanted, sent a shock of electric heat through Tommy that was so wickedly distracting, he barely noticed Bobby pushing into him until the head of Bobby’s cock broke past the tight ring of muscle.

“Holy Mother of God,” Tommy groaned. His body tensed for one beat until he remembered to breathe and let it happen.

Bobby paused, and Tommy could feel Bobby’s whole body trembling behind him.

“Okay?” Bobby asked again, his voice strained, and Tommy could only nod in response. “I can go slower or….”

Tommy made a frustrated sound and pushed back against him. “I asked you to fuck me, copper, not tease me.”

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