Page 83 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

He couldn’t help but grin in response. “You keep telling me that.” Tommy rolled his hips again, one time, long and slow, before finding his frantic pace again. He watched Bobby’s face, the way Bobby’s brow furrowed—almost the same way it did when he was hurting or really pissed off. He was so close, right on the edge, and seeing that pulled Tommy along with him.

After a few seconds, Bobby let out a fierce groan and held tight to Tommy. His shudders rolled through him, and Tommy could feel each one as Bobby came hot and wet between them.

Tommy tried to hold off, let it last a little longer, but his climax burned through him like a lit fuse, and there was no turning back. “Christ,” he groaned, one last gasp of breath before he collapsed against Bobby in the sticky mess they’d made.

It didn’t take long for Bobby to get tired of Tommy’s dead weight pinning him to the bed. With a laugh, Bobby said, “If you fall asleep now, I’m changing my mind.”

“Who said anything about falling asleep?” Tommy asked as he slowly lifted his head. “You’re just softer than the mattress.”

Bobby jabbed him hard in the ribs for that. “Get off me, asshole.” Thankfully, Bobby was still laughing as he rolled over, tumbling Tommy to the side. “Bet you wish you’d saved a cigarette now.”

Busted. “Who said I didn’t?”

“I know you too well for that, Tom. I bet you even put off coming home until your pack was gone.”

Tommy stretched out next to him, wrapped his arm around Bobby’s waist as Bobby tried to clean them both up. “Maybe I smoked extra fast so I could get back here and talk shit out before you fell asleep.”

Bobby snorted a laugh and shifted closer. “I bet you were sitting on Gene’s couch, smoking and drinking, trying to calculate how long you could stay out without me changing the locks.”

“Gene texted you, didn’t he?”

The grin on Bobby’s face was a good enough answer, but he said, “While you were getting your first beer.”

“He’s lucky he just gave me a raise, or I’d kick his ass.”

They settled after that, Tommy with his arms around Bobby’s shoulders, Bobby’s head on his chest, their feet tangled together under the blankets.

“Been a while since we rubbed off on each other like horny teenagers,” Bobby whispered, brushing kisses against Tommy’s skin with his words.

Tommy trailed his fingers through Bobby’s short blond hair. “I always feel like a horny teenager when I’m with you.” Cheesy? Probably. But true either way. Bobby’s breath came in shallow pants, soft and warm against Tommy’s skin, and Tommy could tell he was about to fall asleep. “Speaking of horny teenagers, though…”

Bobby lifted his head, just enough to catch Tommy’s eye, before relaxing against him again. “Davey told me what happened.”

“What’d you tell him?” Tommy asked, curious.

“Probably the same thing you told him. He’s too young, she’s too young, pissed-off parents, teen pregnancy, condoms.” He pulled back to look at Tommy again, grinning this time. “Then I told him you’d turn him into a eunuch if he got caught making out with her on campus again.”

“That’s a goddamn promise. What’d he say?”

“‘What’s a eunuch?’”

Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. “Please tell me you explained. In detail.”

“I did.” Bobby started to laugh then, and Tommy held him a little tighter. “I told him he could carry his balls in a little sack around his neck.”

“I like it.”

“I’m not sure, but I think it was scarier coming from me,” Bobby said, rubbing his feet against Tommy’s. “He’s used to you saying stuff like that. I don’t think he even hears it anymore. But for me to say it…”

“Yeah, you’re supposed to be the nice one, not the one threatening dismemberment.”

“Well. I did say you’d do it.”

“Fair enough,” Tommy whispered, already wanting to slip into sleep but not wanting to stop talking either. This was his favorite part of the day. In bed, warm and safe, Bobby wrapped around him. Didn’t matter that they’d been at each other’s throats hours earlier. In a way, it didn’t even matter that they’d made a pretty huge fucking decision about their life and their future. These quiet moments—stolen bits of time that no one could take away from them—were the ones that mattered to Tommy. Talking about their day, Carrie’s report card, or Collin’s friend moving across town, Max and Zoe learning to write their numbers (with crayons, on the wall), or the stupid shit Davey was up to… It finally dawned on Tommy. They were already married.

“Hey,” Bobby whispered, tickling Tommy’s side. “You wanna make a big deal out of it, make an announcement and have a big party and all that, or just… us?”

Right. Getting married usually meant a wedding. “Hadn’t thought about it. What about you?”

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