Page 97 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

“Yeah. Then I’m gonna pass the hell out.”

“You’re still sticking to that?”

“I didn’t say bath first this time.”

“Fine, but after a nap, I’ll wake you up with a blowjob.”

“I’ll let ya.”

“I see how you are.”

Tom grinned at him as Bobby went through the intersection.

The hotel wasn’t the fanciest in town, but it was nice enough, and they got the honeymoon suite, which was the nicest place either of them had ever stayed. Which, for Tom, was easy given how low his bar was set to begin with.

As promised, Tom started to strip out of his suit as soon as the door fell shut behind him, as soon as he dropped his weekend bag on the floor. Bobby started to do the same, tugging at buttons, tossing his cap on a nightstand. By the time he got his jacket off, Tom looked over at him, his own suit coat off, tie loosened. He took a step closer, reached for Bobby. “Lemme,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss, just a soft brush of their lips together as he worked the buttons of Bobby’s shirt, pulled his tie free.

Bobby’s breath caught sharply, and he didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like this was their first time together, not like they hadn’t undressed each other hundreds, maybe a thousand times before. But there was something almost reverent in the way Tom touched him, the way he traced every line of Bobby’s body with a fingertip, the way he looked at Bobby. Like he was offering a prayer of thanks, like he was trying to burn this time, this night, into his memory. “I love you,” Bobby blurted out suddenly, softly, as he slid Tom’s tie off, pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

“I fucking hope so,” Tom whispered, a smirk on his face but a bit of something else, something less teasing in his tone. “Kinda stupid to go through all this if you don’t.”

Bobby dipped his head, caught Tom’s eye. “Good thing I do, then. Like. A lot.”

Tom stopped with the buttons on Bobby’s shirt, an easy smile spreading across his face. “Me too. A lot. I don’t know much, but I know that.” He leaned in closer, brushed his lips over Bobby’s, slid his hand up his shoulder, pressed his thumb gently against Bobby’s pulse as he deepened the kiss.

Then, suddenly, they were wearing too many clothes with too many buttons and zippers, godforsaken dress shoes that Bobby would normally be mindful of, would normally take off and put in the dust cover, would set aside on a shelf. Instead, he and Tom tugged and pulled and popped off a button or two, toed their shoes off and left them wherever they ended up until they stood naked in front of each other, touching each other gently with hitched breaths and greedy little moans spilling out between them.

“We don’t gotta rush,” Tom pointed out between kisses. “Got all weekend.”

And what a luxury that was. They lived together, had been for a while now, but time still wasn’t something they got a lot of. Bobby didn’t mind. Not really. But getting to be alone with Tom for two whole nights, getting to hold each other and sleep together and wake up, not when a kid knocked on the door or when work dragged them out of bed or a phone rang in their ears, but whenever they wanted? That was the best gift they could’ve gotten. “I know. But maybe I need to rush a little anyway,” Bobby said as he pressed his hips to Tom’s, their erections grazing together.

“Impatient,” Tom teased, slowing the path of his hand as he dipped his fingers lower, toward Bobby’s cock, but not quite touching.

“I’m always impatient for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Tom wet his lips, tongue trailing over that smirk before he leaned closer, pressed his lips to Bobby’s shoulder, kissed a path from the faded scar to his collarbone, nuzzled against Bobby’s throat, then higher, his warm breath leaving goosebumps along the path as Tom slowly wrapped his fingers around Bobby’s cock and gave him a tight stroke.

Bobby exhaled sharply with the touches, wrapped his arm around Tom’s shoulder and pulled him in, wanting to be pressed up against him, happy to stand there all night and explore each other—at the same time wanting to hurry, wanting to get there, wanting to come with Tom, wanting it all. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock through Tom’s grip, precome spilling out with the motion.

“Christ,” Tom muttered. “How can something so stupid and simple feel so fucking good?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby whispered. “But it always does. Every time. Everything.”

And with that, they stumbled to the bed, Tom pushing Bobby back, about to crawl over him when he stopped and pulled away instead. Bobby held his breath as Tom went to his bag and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“They probably don’t give us this with the tiny shampoo bottles,” he said as he sprawled over Bobby until they were a tangle of limbs.

“They really should, though,” Bobby muttered, barely able to think when Tom scraped his teeth over Bobby’s collarbone, shifted so their cocks pressed together between them.

Talking was done then, neither of them saying much of anything, just moaning softly, panting for breath, a song of need and want and love, familiar and simple. Perfect. When Bobby wrapped his legs around Tom’s body, urged him closer, Tom pulled back instead, found the lube, and carefully, quietly, prepared them both with slick fingers, and Bobby was gasping by the end. Because just that, just watching Tom, just Tom’s fingers inside him, was almost enough. Sometimes that was all it took. But tonight, Tom pushed in slowly, didn’t stop until his cock was buried deep and they moved together, same as they always did, each of them riding their own desires, pulling the other along with whispers and curses and so much goddamn tenderness it could break them both and fuse them back together again.

“Don’t stop,” Bobby murmured, tugging Tom’s hair before pressing his mouth to Tom’s shoulder, too close to say anything else.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Tom said, the words catching on a sharp groan with another thrust, another hard grind that threatened to push Bobby over the edge. Then Tom pulled back, enough to catch Bobby’s eye. “I’m never lettin’ you go,” he said, grinding the words out as he pushed in deep and slow. “Me and you, okay? I’m yours, and that’s all I need.”

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