The Last Thing He Needs (9 page)

He finally pulled back to look at Bobby. Their eyes met before Tommy kissed him again. Both of them were breathless when Tommy dragged him up the stairs to his bedroom.

T
OMMY
’
S
ROOM
had been a large linen closet in another life. With barely enough space for his double bed, he had to cram the nightstand between it and the wall. He didn’t have a window or a dresser, just an exposed bulb in the ceiling and a private place to lay his head at night.

Once Tommy closed the door, he whispered roughly, “Gotta be quiet.”

Bobby didn’t say anything, but he stepped closer, jerking Tommy down into another kiss. It wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t tainted with the same brutality as earlier. Bobby threaded his fingers into Tommy’s hair and tugged just enough for Tommy to part his lips with a quick breath. Bobby took advantage and slid his tongue into Tommy’s mouth easily, as if that had been his plan all along.

The two of them met in the middle for the first time that night, giving and taking in equal measure as they pressed together in the claustrophobic space.

Tommy’s mouth was dry with nervousness as he trailed his hands down Bobby’s sides, pulling him closer and slipping his palms under Bobby’s T-shirt. He felt the muscles under Bobby’s warm skin shudder and tighten, and he liked it. He liked knowing all it took was a simple touch and Bobby couldn’t control himself.

Bobby’s eyes closed when Tommy let his hand drift lower. He dipped his fingers into the edge of Bobby’s jeans, feeling his ass while he pulled Bobby closer, pressing their erections between them. He dragged his lips over Bobby’s throat in slow kisses that made Bobby whimper. Tommy liked that sound, and he smiled against Bobby’s pulse before he pulled back to strip off Bobby’s T-shirt.

As if they were playing a game of tit for tat, Bobby pushed Tommy’s own shirt up and over his head. He let it fall to the floor before he kissed Tommy again. They stood there for a long moment, quiet and almost curious, as they took advantage of the fresh expanses of warm skin with tender touches. Bobby tugged Tommy’s jeans open and slid his hand inside. When Bobby wrapped his fingers around his cock, it was Tommy’s turn to whimper. Bobby gave him a long, slow stroke as a reward.

In a matter of seconds, they had a pile of clothes and shoes on the floor by the bed. Tommy didn’t bother with preamble or even another kiss before he pushed Bobby back onto the mattress and fell over him.

Their erections grazed together, slick with precome, when Bobby tangled his fingers into Tommy’s hair as it fell around his face. He pulled Tommy closer, their eyes locked together as Bobby rasped, “Condom.”

It wasn’t a question. Bobby wasn’t asking if they needed one, he was telling Tommy they had gotten as far as they were going to go without one. Tommy couldn’t blame him, and if he had been thinking clearly, he would have felt the same way.

Tommy pulled back with a quick nod, reaching over and opening his nightstand. He had to dig a little since he didn’t use condoms very often. He didn’t bother with one for oral or hand jobs, and that was all he’d had in over a year.

Lifting his head, Bobby said, “There’s one in my jeans if—”

“I got it.” The words were clipped and sounded annoyed as he realized he didn’t want to think about Bobby like that. He didn’t want to think about Bobby out at the clubs or in the backseat of some guy’s car letting someone else touch him. He pushed the thought away and finally saw what he’d been looking for. Buried under an ancient
Playgirl
and the bong he’d been expelled for making in ceramics class when he was fourteen, Tommy found a strip of condoms. Thankfully the lube was more accessible.

Rising up on his knees, he looked down at Bobby. Bobby’s skin was flushed pink over his tight muscles, his short-cropped curls standing up in spikes as he bit his lip. Bobby stroked himself, a strong hand moving in long, smooth motions over his cock, hips rocking subtly into his own touch. His thighs were spread, bare feet resting beside Tommy’s legs. He looked more like a porn star than a cop, and Tommy nearly laughed. Some angel he turned out to be.

Bobby surprised him when he spoke. “If you just wanna watch, I’ll get on with it.” He was teasing, but Tommy could see him tighten his grip, running up the length of his shaft from root to tip, milking out another pearl of clear fluid that he ran his thumb through.

“I’d tell ya to keep your pants on, but….”

Tommy got a soft laugh for that. Bobby shook his head and reached for him with his free hand. “Shut up and fuck me, asshole.”

Smirking, Tommy asked, “Is that an order, Officer?” He was ripping open a condom wrapper, wanting to touch Bobby, wanting to be inside him, but he wanted to draw things out as long as he could too. “I should report you for sexual harassment.”

Bobby snorted. “You better get on with the harassing, or we’ll trade places.”

Just the idea sent a spike of desire through Tommy’s blood. He’d only bottomed a few times, and he never really liked it, but the thought of Bobby being inside him was far more appealing than he wanted to admit. He rolled the condom down his erection, feeling his skin flush, the heat crawling over his chest and shoulders, making its way to his cheeks. He gave himself a solid stroke over the latex as Bobby reached for the lube.

“You’d have to wrestle me for that one.”

There was very little conviction in his voice, though. He was distracted, watching Bobby prep himself, slicking his fingers with lube and pushing them inside himself. Tommy groaned and bit his lips between his teeth.

Bobby was still stroking himself with one hand as he lubed himself with the other. Tommy was mesmerized by the sight, unable to do much but watch.

With one small gasp, Bobby pulled his hand back and nodded his head. “Maybe next time,” he whispered.

At first Tommy wasn’t sure what Bobby was talking about, his thoughts too focused on the fact that he was about to fuck Bobby McAlister.

Tommy shifted on the bed and reached for him. He started to turn Bobby around, and Bobby took the cue. He rolled over onto his stomach and rose up slightly on his knees. Tommy thought it might be easier to focus if he weren’t looking into Bobby’s eyes and trying to read every expression that flitted across his face.

He took his time as he pressed closer behind Bobby. He ran a hand down the curve of Bobby’s ass while he stroked the head of his cock against Bobby’s entrance. Tommy could tell it was frustrating him. He rocked back against Tommy and tried for more contact. After another long moment, Bobby said, “I’m not some blushing virgin, Tom.” The pillow muffled his words, and it made Tommy laugh before he offered one firm push past the taut ring of muscle. Bobby hissed a curse as Tommy rolled his hips and slid deeper.

“Jesus,” Tommy muttered, feeling the tight heat around his cock as he entered Bobby. “You sure about that?” He was trying to tease even as his voice was straining, his body humming with the urge to move harder.

Bobby sounded just as tortured, but he laughed as he spoke. “I promise.”

He shifted under Tommy and pressed back again, meeting the slow rocking of Tommy’s hips. Tommy pushed deeper. He didn’t stop until he was leaning over Bobby and their bodies were touching at every possible point. He wanted to catch Bobby’s moans and curses in his mouth, but it was impossible, so he left a warm, open kiss on Bobby’s shoulder.

“Need more, Tom,” Bobby panted.

Tommy couldn’t tell if that was pain or greed he heard in Bobby’s voice, but he pulled back and thrust in deep. The movement was sharp and quick, and when Bobby groaned and shuddered, Tommy knew it was what Bobby had wanted so he did it again.

They started a rough rhythm together, their hips rocking, muscles twitching. One heated stroke after another, the two of them naked, sweating, chests heaving under the harsh light above them.

It didn’t take long before Bobby tried to get his hand between his body and the mattress. Tommy pulled back to give him more room, and when that didn’t seem like enough, he sat back on his heels and took Bobby with him.

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.

S
ITTING
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.