Page 47 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

Bobby let out another breathy laugh, as if he knew Tommy was being stubborn. He didn’t push harder or move faster, but he did roll his hips until he was deep inside.

When Tommy groaned and pressed back again, Bobby asked, “Better?”

Tommy could picture the smirk on Bobby’s face, and he could feel Bobby’s lips tilting up against the back of his neck. “Better,” he agreed as they started to move together.

As they fell into a heated rhythm, Tommy let himself go. For one of the first times in his life, he didn’t think about his obligations or what messes might be waiting for him when he got home. He didn’t think about his family or their shitty luck or that he and Bobby were so wrong for each other. He didn’t think about the ways he had changed since they’d been together or the ways Bobby had changed either. He let himself feel Bobby inside him. He let Bobby take control for once. Instead of guiding Bobby and pushing Bobby and demanding anything from Bobby, Tommy let it all fall away and relished the experience of getting lost with him.

Tommy felt Bobby’s hand slide lower over his chest and stomach. “Stroke yourself for me, Tom.”

Tommy’s voice came out in a sharp grunt at the words, and he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He started slowly at first, out of synch with the motion of Bobby’s thrusts, but after a moment, he couldn’t take it and started to match each drive of Bobby’s hips. He worked his cock quickly in swift, needy passes until he could tell Bobby was on the edge. Their movements became sloppy, out of control, and more desperate as they worked toward release.

With a rough groan in Tommy’s ear, Bobby slammed hard into him, and it pushed Tommy over the edge. He came with a muffled cry, breathing hard as his stomach and the sheet beneath him were coated in thick white fluid.

“Oh Jesus, Tom,” Bobby muttered and dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy pressed back against him and tried to move with him, but the sensations were too much, and in the end, he let Bobby thrust into him for another long moment until Bobby came deep inside him.

They stayed locked together, Bobby holding him tightly as he panted against Tommy’s hair. Tommy laced his fingers through Bobby’s and pulled his hand up higher, letting Bobby’s palm rest against his chest, covering his heartbeat. “I should let you do that more often,” he whispered as his eyes fell shut.

Bobby’s soft laugh made him smile. “Yeah, you should. Maybe some time when I’m not recovering from surgery.”

“What they did to you barely qualifies as surgery,” Tommy told him, laughing with Bobby. “The only reason it wasn’t an ER procedure was because they wanted the plastic surgeon to stitch you up. Don’t be a baby.”

Bobby let out a bark of laughter before he said, “You’re an asshole.”

He pulled back then and reached between them as he carefully pulled out of Tommy. Tommy didn’t bother to turn around or even move. He felt too good where he was, even with the wet spot growing cold against his stomach.

He did glance over his shoulder when Bobby got up, but he didn’t pay much attention after that. Everything went quiet in his mind, and before he knew it, he was waking up to the sound of Bobby’s voice.

“Tom,” Bobby whispered.

Tommy turned over and wrapped himself around Bobby. “I should probably get a move on,” he muttered, still wanting to drift back to sleep, not knowing if he’d been out for a minute or an hour already. “What time is it?” he asked, though part of him didn’t want to know the answer.

“Quarter after two,” Bobby told him after a pause.

Tommy could feel Bobby’s fingers moving on his skin in a soft, warm pattern. Bobby played with his hair and stroked his shoulder in tender sweeps.

“Shit,” Tommy lifted his head lazily and laughed. “If I get home after the kids, your mother’ll learn the hard way not to offer to babysit again.”

“She’s tougher than you think.”

“Given the fact that you’re exactly like her, I don’t doubt it.”

It was Bobby’s turn to laugh before he leaned in and caught Tommy’s mouth in a kiss. Something seemed off to Tommy, and he was trying to decide if he had enough time to find out what it was exactly. The memory of the night before and what it felt like when he thought he was going to lose Bobby for good made him ask, “You okay there, copper?”

“Yeah,” Bobby answered, but he didn’t quite meet Tommy’s eye.

“You sure about that?” Tommy knew better than to press. He hated it when people pushed him for answers he didn’t want to give, but he was curious now, and worried, and a whole lot of other things he wasn’t willing to name.

Bobby nodded and pulled back to let Tommy get up. “Yeah, just…. You oughtta get going.”

That wasn’t what Bobby had been about to say, and Tommy knew it.

“But…?” Tommy prompted as he took Bobby’s cue and pulled back too.

He sat up and started scanning the room for his clothes. When Bobby didn’t expand on anything or even answer, Tommy asked, “You freaked out about last night?”

He’d heard of post-traumatic stress, and he knew sometimes a person’s reaction to something could be delayed. Bobby didn’t seem the type for that, but who the hell knew? Tommy wasn’t sure how he’d handle getting shot. Or having to shoot someone else.

Tommy pulled on his jeans when he found them in a heap on the floor near the other side of the bed. He and Bobby hadn’t been careful about where they threw their clothes when they’d made their way into the shower earlier. He looked up from doing the button fly on his jeans when Bobby spoke.

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