Ross couldn’t believe it when Enid had said Tom could take the rest of the day off, but he definitely wasn’t questioning it. He felt a little giddy, almost.

They were on the same page. Tom wanted something serious, he wanted to try, and he was going to let Ross be the person he’d try with.

“Want to see a movie?” Ross asked. He felt like going out and celebrating. “We’re already out, and I think there’s a theater just around the corner. We could grab something on the way home? To your place?”

The smile that Tom gave him was dazzling. “I’d love that.”

Ross had to duck his head a little to hide his idiotic smile. This was what it was supposed to feel like, he reminded himself. It felt like if he had enough time, all the bad that Jeremy had left inside of him would be replaced, slowly but surely, by the good that Tom would give him.

He was looking forward to it.

They picked a comedy, something lighthearted after everything they’d gone through, but honestly, Ross hardly paid attention. He kept looking over at Tom. He put his arm around Tom’s shoulders. He leaned in a little. He moved his leg so their knees were touching.

Finally, about halfway through the film, Tom turned to him and said, “If you’re going to be the ultimate cliché and make out with me in a movie theater, you might as well get on with it.”

Well, Ross wasn’t about to resist an invitation like that. He kissed him, not too hard or forceful, just slow to start out with. He wanted to push and make it a little more forceful, a little more frantic and messy, but he wanted to still be careful of Tom’s leg. It had been long enough that it should be nearly healed, the cast coming off soon, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

Not even for a really good make out session.

The kissing did little to relieve the tension, however. It only made him want Tom more. When they got out of the theater and he saw how Tom’s hair was mussed, his lips pink and swollen, Ross had to stop himself from pressing Tom up against the wall right there.

Tom could sense his mood; he must have, because even though they stopped to grab takeout on the way home, when they actually got to the apartment, Tom just threw the food on the counter and started kissing Ross again.

Ross managed to get his hands under Tom’s thighs, careful of the cast, and half-carry him to the couch, where he could get between Tom’s legs and roll his hips.

Tom groaned, practically tearing at Ross’s clothes. “Fuck, I missed you,” he admitted.

“Same here,” Ross replied, leaning down to suck at Tom’s neck.

Tom made a gloriously overwhelmed noise, but then shoved Ross back so he could yank Ross’s shirt off and get his hands on his bare skin. Ross kept rolling his hips, feeling Tom growing hard beneath him. Feeling a bit like a teenager, when he’d messed around in locker rooms, Ross undid their pants just enough to shove them down and line their cocks up properly, skin on skin.

He kissed Tom again, shivering as Tom ran his hands all over Ross’s back and arms, scratching with his nails a little as Ross sped up the movements of his hips.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside me again,” Tom admitted. “I really, really want it.”

Ross groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the filthy admission. He bent down and started sucking at Tom’s neck again, one of Tom’s hands coming up to tug on his hair. Not to stop him, but just to add another sensation.

Oh, God, he wasn’t going to last long. Not when he’d been wanting Tom so badly. He licked his way into Tom’s mouth, his hand sliding under Tom’s shirt to play with his nipple. His other hand hiked up Tom’s good leg around his hip, changing the angle.

Tom came with an unexpected moan, shuddering, sounding almost surprised about it. His hand tightened in Ross’s hair, adding another layer of pleasure. It was hot, almost more so for the shock of it, and Ross only had to thrust a few more times before he was coming as well, making a mess of them both.

He looked down at them, realizing that since he was the one with the good leg, he was the one cleaning up the mess. He laughed at himself.

Tom smiled up at him, a soft look in his eyes.

“What?” Ross asked. He knew Tom’s intentions were good, but he still felt unsure, felt like he needed to know what his boyfriend was thinking.

“I just didn’t think I’d ever want this so badly,” Tom admitted. “But I do. I want everything with you.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever want anything again, after Jeremy,” Ross replied. “But I do as well. With you.”

Tom slid his hand from Ross’s hair to his cheek, cupping his face. He looked impossibly happy, and Ross could feel from the smile on his face that he probably looked about the same.

“Good thing we’re stuck with each other then, isn’t it?” Tom said playfully.

Ross laughed. He was looking forward to being stuck with Tom for a long, long time.