Tom waited as Ross said goodbye to everyone.

He did feel a little overwhelmed by how friendly everybody was, but in a good way. He was treated as though everyone had known him for years, and the men all asked questions without it feeling too invasive, or like they were interrogating him. It was actually fun to just sit back a little and watch everyone interacting, seeing the little dramas at play.

Jake and Matthew had apparently just gotten engaged. Adam’s reaction to that had been hilarious—apparently, he was the last to know. They’d been the center of attention all night, something Tom could tell Jake both loved and hated.

Luke and Adam were always great to watch. They were so relaxed and comfortable around each other at this point, having been together for so long. There was deep affection there, but it was so natural, like reaching out for one another was as unconscious and easy for them as breathing was for everyone else.

There was a good mix of talkative and quiet people, like Davis, who had a comment for everything, Jake with his sarcasm, and Lance, who was quiet but thoughtful and kind. Tom could see why someone would be willing to live out here and drive an hour in to work each day. He’d sometimes wondered if Adam wouldn’t eventually convince Luke to move into the city. But with this kind of atmosphere, now that he was experiencing it … Tom could understand.

He kind of just waved goodbye to everybody, but he meant it when Adam told him he’d drag him back here more often and Tom replied, “I look forward to it.”

Maybe Adam was right. Maybe he did need to relax more.

Relaxing had certainly gotten him Ross.

Ross, who was confident, and slowly but surely driving Tom crazy. He’d been inching closer all evening, and at first Tom hadn’t dared think that Ross was actually flirting with him. Ross had dark reddish-brown hair and soft green eyes, and looked like a doctor from a television show instead of an actual human being.

In other words, way out of Tom’s league.

But when Tom had finally gotten the courage to ask, Ross had crowded in close—hell, had pulled Tom close—and put his mouth right at his ear and told him yes.

Thank God he’d been sitting down, or Tom’s legs might’ve buckled.

Tom had never really done the whole hooking up thing. But it was pretty clear that he was at least going to make out with Ross. He hoped.

Damn, did he hope, because the guy looked like sex on a stick. Soft, form-fitting black sweater, dark tight jeans, the whole damn package.

He had to admit to some … nerves, as he got into the car. Again: never really done the whole hookup thing. He’d had a few serious relationships, the last one ending a year ago. He’d had sex after dates. But just barely meeting someone and going back to their place? He’d never had the confidence.

At least, not before now.

But Ross had been this warm, almost comforting presence at his side the entire night. He hadn’t been too forward or said anything crass. He’d made amusing comments about everybody, whispering low in Tom’s ear, making heat slowly build at the base of Tom’s spine with each brush of his lips. He’d been thoughtful, and thought Tom was funny—somehow—but hadn’t tried to monopolize his time, letting him talk to the others as well.

He’d been flirted with before, at bars and such. It was part of why he didn’t like going to them. He always felt bad having to explain to women that he wasn’t ever going to be interested. And the men—well, he couldn’t say he’d ever had it quite as bad as some of the women he’d watched get hit on, but he’d been subjected to some pretty annoying men himself. Men who didn’t understand what a polite “I’m not interested” meant.

Ross had been really nice, though. And the whole time, Tom had gotten the impression that if he’d said he wasn’t interested, or if he’d moved away, or given any sign that he didn’t want it, Ross would’ve backed down and just been friendly.

It was nice to know that. It made Tom feel safe, which in turn made him bold. Bold enough to see about taking a chance and actually having sex with a relative stranger for once.

“You live in the city, I’m guessing,” Ross said, turning the car on and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, in downtown. It was cheaper, and it’s close to the firm. With the kind of hours I work, I’m usually the first in and the last out, so it’s just easier to live nearby.”

“I get that. My sleep schedule has been whack for years with the crazy shifts at the hospital. But I love it.”

Tom could detect a hint of a defensive note in Ross’s voice, like he was used to having his schedule criticized. Tom was no stranger to crazy work hours. When the firm had a full caseload, the idea of a full night’s sleep wasn’t even a possibility.

“I think that’s really great, what you do. At the firm, we try to help as many people as possible, but with your job, you’re literally saving lives. I think that’s amazing.”

Ross smiled. “Thanks. I can tell you really mean that.”

“Some people don’t?”

“Some people, when they say it, they’re thinking about the glamorous aspect of it. The big drama that you see on TV shows and stuff. You can tell, after a while. You can hear it in their voices.

“And some people say they think it’s great, but they don’t really, and they don’t like that you’re always running around and always on call. You can hear it in their voices, too; there’s this … I can’t even describe it. Kind of like this sarcastic undertone.”

“That must suck. I get that, sort of, when people find out I’m a paralegal and not a lawyer. The paralegal job’s not as glamorous, and it doesn’t pay as much; but it’s easier, in a way, and I didn’t have to break the bank going to school for seven years for it, and then compete for the slim number of lawyer jobs there are out there.

“But all anyone ever hears is that I’m not the high-powered guy in the courtroom. I think that they somehow think being a paralegal means I failed law school or something? Or that I’m just a secretary?” Tom shrugged. “It’s annoying, anyway.”

Ross nodded, and he didn’t just look sympathetic—he looked like he actually understood. “I get that. Our nurses get a lot of flack because they’re not doctors, but we really couldn’t survive without them. They’re just as necessary to running the hospital as we are — sometimes, I think, even more necessary.”

A comfortable silence reigned for a few minutes, and then Ross said, “Hey, listen. There’s no pressure one way or another. But if you’d like to come back to my place tonight…”

He glanced over at Tom, and Tom could suddenly see the immense heat in Ross’s eyes, the blatant look of want. It made Tom shiver a little, made him want to do something stupid and bold like slide his hand up Ross’s thigh, the way he had in the bar.

Ross was driving, though, so probably not the smartest idea.

“I’d like that,” he said, swallowing around his dry throat. He really, really wanted that.

Ross flashed him a quick, dirty smile before concentrating back on the road. “Not to sound, um, condescending, but you really don’t do this often, do you?”

Tom laughed self-deprecatingly. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not really. Just. I sensed some hesitance from you. I thought it might be a lack of experience, but I wanted to be sure it wasn’t you second guessing this.”

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn’t deny that he felt a little embarrassed to be called out, but he was also glad for it. It meant he could be honest, and he didn’t have to try and act more on top of things and in control than he actually was.

“I’ve never really done a … casual hookup before,” he admitted. “Of course, I mean, I’m assuming this is casual.” Oh God, what if Ross thought this might be something more serious? What if—

Ross was still looking ahead at the road, but smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, yeah, I don’t do serious relationships. I just don’t have the time.”

“Oh man, I get that. That’s why my last relationship ended; I just couldn’t put in the time with my job.”

Ross relaxed. Until that moment, Tom hadn’t even realized his shoulders were tense. “Yes, exactly. Thanks for understanding. You won’t believe how many guys get offended when I say that. It’s nothing personal. I just can’t.”

“The old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’?”

Ross laughed. “Exactly. It makes you sound like such a tool, doesn’t it?”

“Trust me, I’ve had to say that a few times, and there’s no way you can come out of it without sounding a little like a jerk.”

“In all seriousness, though,” Ross said. “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. If you ever get uncomfortable or want to back out or whatever … you just let me know.”

Tom was taken aback by how sweet Ross was being. For someone who said he didn’t do relationships, he sure was good at acting sweet enough to get someone to want to be in one with him. “I really appreciate that, thanks.”

He decided, hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. “But if you keep doing things like you did at the bar, I promise, there’s going to be no reason for me to back out.”

They were at a stop light, and Ross leaned over, brushing his mouth over Tom’s jawline. “Like this?” he whispered, kissing just below his ear before moving back into his own seat as the light turned green.

Tom swallowed, feeling himself get hard. God, Ross knew how to tease, and Tom was already half melting, imagining what the rest of the night was going to be like once they were finally alone.

Feeling daring again, he reached across and put his hand on Ross’s knee. Not too high up, just maintaining that physical contact.

A minute or two later, Ross put his hand over Tom’s, and slowly pushed it up his leg. Not too much, just halfway up his thigh, but it had Tom feeling hot all over. It was hard to see in the dark car, but he thought when the street lamps flashed by, that he could see the outline of Ross filling his pants, and it made Tom even harder in response.

Ross turned the corner and pulled into a parking garage underneath an apartment building, parking at an assigned spot. The moment he put the car into park, he was crossing the divide and pushing Tom up against the window, kissing him like he’d been waiting years to do it. Tom could only give a helpless little groan in response, hands scrambling to get a grip on Ross’s shoulders, panting as Ross nipped at his lower lip before sliding his tongue inside like he was goddamn claiming him.

Ross pulled away, his hand moving between them, finding Tom’s cock and squeezing lightly. Tom groaned, hips jerking. Oh, fuck, he didn’t think he’d been so turned on in his life.

Usually he got to know someone for a few dates before sleeping with them. Which was fine, but it meant that there was this level of comfortableness that built up. This was hot and fast and teasing, anticipation building up in him every time Ross touched him, and now he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t get some relief soon.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” Ross told him, his voice a low, gravely purr. “It’s too bad there’s not enough room in here, isn’t it?”

He rubbed Tom lightly through his pants, and Tom wished like anything he could just spread his legs and fucking beg for it—but Ross was right, there just wasn’t enough room in the damn car.

“How about,” Ross said, kissing just underneath Tom’s jaw, and then farther down his neck, “I take you upstairs and see how many times I can make you come, hmm?”

Tom tightened his grip on Ross’s shoulders and yanked him back up again, kissing him, whining into his mouth as Ross continued to touch him through his pants. Fuck, fuck, he hadn’t come in his pants since he was fifteen, but this just might be an exception…

Then Ross pulled back, and Tom’s head fell back against the window with a thunk.

Ross grinned wickedly at him. “Shall we?”

Tom glared at him, but got out of the car. Walking was not going to be easy, but he could see that Ross seemed to have the same problem. He was watching Tom with dark, hungry eyes, his gaze trailing up and down Tom’s body like he was making a list of all the things he wanted to do.

Tom had never wanted so badly to beg to be fucked in his life.

They managed to ride up in the elevator, and make it into the apartment, but the moment the door closed behind them Ross slammed him against the wall, and Tom wrapped his arms around him, opening his mouth for him as Ross kissed him senseless all over again.

Ross’s hands were at his zipper almost immediately, and then Tom felt Ross’s hand sliding inside. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as Ross’s hand wrapped around his cock, pulling it out and stroking slowly.

“What do you want?” Ross asked. “I know what I want. I’ve got quite a few ideas. But I want to hear you.”

Tom could hardly think. Ross was touching him like he knew exactly how loose to keep his grip so that Tom couldn’t quite get off, and he could only thrust his hips helplessly in response.

He wanted so much, holy crap, but … Ross’s confidence, his teasing, was what was turning Tom on the most right now.

“Whatever you want,” he told him. “Whatever you want to do, that’s what I want.”

Ross grinned at him again, and Tom shivered, feeling like his spine was slowly liquifying.

“Whatever I want, hmm?” Ross replied. Mused, almost. “So what if I … touched you right here. Just like this. Let you fuck my hand until you came.”

He shifted forward so that his shoulder was right at Tom’s chest, pinning him to the wall and keeping him from getting the leverage he needed to get off. All he could do was moan as Ross touched him as slowly and teasingly as he pleased.

“And then,” Ross continued, his mouth right at Tom’s ear, “I take you to my bedroom and have you suck me off. I think you’d look real nice on your knees. Then I’ll suck you off, and then I’ll finger you open and fuck you until you’re hard again and you come all over yourself.”

Tom felt like he was burning up, Ross’s promises entering his ear and sliding down his spine, making his breath come in heaving gulps as his head fairly spun with the implications.

“How’s that sound?” Ross asked. “You like those ideas?”

“Yes,” Tom choked out. Oh, fuck, yes, please.

Ross pulled back a little, just enough to kiss Tom again. His grip tightened and sped up, and Tom cried out into his mouth, hips jerking as he got the rhythm he needed.

Ross kept kissing him, his hand never stopping, relentless, until Tom was clawing at his back and coming, making a mess of Ross’s hand.

Tom tipped his head back against the wall, struggling to get his breath back. Fuck. He’d come like lightning, and that was just from the damn hand job. He wasn’t sure how he’d even be able to survive the rest.

But oh, how he wanted to.

Ross stripped out of his clothes, grinning like the cat that ate the cream. “Need me to help you?” he asked, teasing but not condescending.

Tom reaching up, shucking off his jacket and tie and undoing his shirt buttons. “I think I can manage,” he replied, trying to sound as flirtatious as Ross did.

He must have succeeded to some degree, because Ross chuckled. “We’ll make a proper flirt out of you yet, Tom,” he told him.

Usually, this was the part where Tom got self conscious. No matter how many times he had sex, he always felt awkward once he was just standing there naked. It made him feel exposed, and a little ridiculous.

But before he could even start to think that, Ross was stepping up to him, kissing him slowly—deeply, but without the hurried, frantic nature of before. It was soothing, almost.

Tom’s hands settled on Ross’s hips, then slowly ran up and down his sides, then his back, exploring him, mapping out the curves and angles.

Ross got his arm around Tom’s waist and tugged, pulling them flush together. Tom groaned a little as he felt their cocks sliding together—Ross was still hard, jutting up, and he felt good and thick. Tom’s mouth watered. He knew Ross would stretch him out, make his jaw ache, and he couldn’t wait.

He stumbled back a little as Ross stepped forward, encouraging him to walk backwards. Slowly, only a little awkwardly, they made their way into the bedroom. Tom had no idea what Ross’s apartment looked like or where anything was, but it didn’t matter. The backs of his knees were hitting the mattress, and that was all that he cared about.

“How about you get on your knees for me, hmm?” Ross whispered, his voice dripping with filth as he stepped back, threading a hand through Tom’s hair and tugging lightly.

Tom sank down to his knees a little too quickly, nearly losing his balance. The action made Ross’s hand instinctively tighten in his hair, tugging more, and Tom felt a spark of heat shoot down his body. He’d always loved having his hair pulled, but it usually took his partners a while to figure that out.

Judging by the pleased look on Ross’s face, the lightbulb had just gone on.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, tugging again, this time with purpose.

Tom gasped, panting a bit as Ross used his grip to get Tom’s head in the position he wanted.

“You like it when I’m in control, manhandling you just a little,” Ross mused. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with that.”

Then he stepped forward, his cock bumping against Tom’s cheek, smearing it a little with precome. Tom mouthed it, getting used to the sensation again, licking slowly up and down the shaft.

Ross groaned a little, and Tom felt a surge of triumph at getting Ross to lose some of his composure, as hot as that was. He licked a long stripe up the underside of the shaft and then swirled his tongue around the head, still not giving any suction. Ross bit down hard on his lip and his hips jerked. Tom grinned, biting lightly at Ross’s inner thigh.

He could tease, too.

Tom reached up, wrapping his hands around Ross’s hips and holding him still, licking at the slit at the top of his cock before sinking down just the barest bit, sucking at the tip, then pulling off again to lick up the underside. When he did it again, Ross groaned, trying to thrust into Tom’s mouth, but Tom pulled back, looking up at him and winking.

Ross looked a bit of a wreck, and Tom wanted to punch the air in victory, knowing that he wasn’t the only one being driven crazy, the only one wanting like mad.

He finally sank down further, working his way up and down, taking a little more each time. It had been a while—a year—since he’d done this, but it was like riding a bike. So long as he didn’t try to rush and go too fast, he’d be fine.

He’d actually forgotten how much he liked doing this. The heady rush of power that it gave him. The pleasant ache in his jaw, and the way it stretched his mouth a little.

Tom lost himself in the sensation, seeing all the things he could do that made Ross groan, made his hand tremble where it still gripped Tom’s hair. Tom could feel Ross’s legs starting to shake and sucked harder, working his throat and moving just a little faster.

Ross groaned, and Tom felt him stiffen. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked. Ross jerked a final time, and then Tom’s mouth was filled with the bitter, salty liquid as Ross came. He pulled back, coughing a little—apparently, swallowing like a pro took some more practice.

Ross stared down at him, eyes looking almost black, his mouth hanging open a little. “Fuck,” he swore, his voice raspy. “C’mere.”

He yanked properly on Tom’s hair and Tom stumbled to his feet, panting, his cock twitching as Ross used his grip in his hair to steer him to sit on the bed. He was starting to get hard again, and he knew already that all it would take would be Ross’s mouth on him to get him fully erect.

Ross finally released his hair, getting down onto his knees and slowly licking his way up Tom’s thighs, spreading them apart as he did so. Tom could see himself getting hard as Ross sucked a hickey right at the top of his inner thigh, and he didn’t know which was more erotic—the sensations, or watching it all happen.

He gripped the sheets on either side of him, digging his fingers in and tipping his head back as Ross ran his lips over his cock. Ross nosed further downward, sucking first one and then the other of Tom’s balls into his mouth, making Tom’s cock jerk to full hardness again.

Tom didn’t know if it was just getting sex again after a yearlong dry spell, or if he’d be this desperate and ready to go again so soon no matter how much sex he’d been having, just because it was Ross. The guy moved with a kind of fluidity, a powerful grace, that mesmerized Tom. He couldn’t look away.

Ross took his sweet time, licking and teasing just as Tom had. Sweet revenge, and Tom knew it, but he couldn’t help groaning and pleading a little for Ross to hurry up.

“Please,” he gasped. It felt like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get some kind of relief.

Ross looked up at him and winked. “I like hearing you beg,” he said.

Then he swallowed him down all the way to the base.

Tom swore, trying desperately not to thrust his hips up and choke Ross. Fuck, Ross obviously did this a lot more often than Tom did. It felt like he could taste stars exploding in his mouth.

Ross pulled all the way off, then sank back down all the way again. He did it a few times, slow and certain on each one, keeping his lips loose and his throat relaxed. It wasn’t quite the tight pressure that Tom needed, and he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest from the tight, knife edge line of teasing and too much.

“C’mon,” Ross said, pulling off again. “I want to hear you.”

“Oh God,” Tom choked out. He was only going to babble nonsense, his mind too far gone for dirty talk—and he’d never been the best at that, anyway—but if Ross wanted him to make noise, he could definitely make noise.

“Fuck, Ross, you’re—oh God. Stop teasing, you’re gonna—I’m gonna lose it, fuck. Your mouth, Christ, your fucking mouth, the things you say and the way you kiss and now you’re just—it should be illegal, holy fuck, I’m not gonna last, I can’t—I can’t wait—”

“Don’t hold back,” Ross told him, tightening his grip on Tom’s thighs. “I want to taste you.”

Tom let out a helpless groan at that, and then Ross was really working him, giving him no quarter, just all suction and hot, tight heat, stiffening his lips and swallowing repeatedly to give him even more of that perfect friction.

Tom’s hands were gripping the sheets so tight he started to fear that they’d tear and he couldn’t keep his hips still, twitching minutely with each thrust. “Oh God, fuck, Ross, I’m gonna—”

He came hard, the edges of his vision going a little black and fuzzy. God. Damn.

Ross pulled off, wiping at his mouth and grinning wide. “Now that,” he murmured, crawling up Tom’s body and slowly planting kisses on his chest as he went, “was gorgeous.”

Oh, fuck, Tom remembered—Ross had said he’d get him to come a third time.

He wasn’t sure that he could. But damn if he wasn’t willing to try.

“Let me know when you can breathe again,” Ross teased, continuing to kiss what felt like every inch of Tom’s skin. “I’d hate for you to have a heart attack. It’d be rather embarrassing to explain to the paramedics.”

Tom laughed, but the joke calmed him down a little—which he suspected at been Ross’s reason for telling it.

“Get up here,” he said, tugging Ross up and sliding his hands over Ross’s shoulders, the planes of his back, as he kissed him.

It had been so long since he’d felt another body pressed up against him, gotten to run his hands over someone, that even that sent a thrill through him. He had forgotten how even the simple things, like getting to feel someone else’s body under his hands, and feel them skim their hands over him, could be erotic and enticing.

He felt simultaneously shivery and frantic, and languid. He wasn’t sure if he could come again, but fuck, he still wanted Ross to get inside of him. He’d missed that feeling of someone moving inside of him, that feeling of connection, of being stretched.

Honestly, even if he didn’t come again, he wanted to have that.

Ross was taking his time kissing him, not just on the mouth, but all over. There was definitely at least one hickey on his neck now. Ross kissed with his entire body, rolling his hips, arching his back, putting everything into it. It made Tom feel consumed in the best way.

He suspected that Ross was taking this time to help Tom calm down and build him up for the final round. It made something in Tom’s chest warm. Ross definitely didn’t have to be that thoughtful—in fact, Tom could think of a couple of past boyfriends who hadn’t been that thoughtful, and he’d been legitimately dating them.

This was just a one night stand. But Ross was already being careful with him, respectful of his recovery time. It made the thought slip in, unbidden, that if this was how Ross was with a one night stand, how good would he be with someone he was genuinely dating?

Tom threw that thought away. Ross had said he didn’t do relationships, and Tom respected that. Tom didn’t exactly have time for a relationship anyway. This was just a glorious hookup, a way to get rid of the tension that had been building up for an entire goddamn year. Nothing more.

“I’m good,” he told Ross, needing a distraction before his thoughts, and possibly his emotions, ran away with him.

He wasn’t quite there yet, but he knew that the process of stretching him open and getting him ready would help that along.

“You sure?” Ross asked, trailing his hands lightly up and down Tom’s sides.

Tom nodded. He was definitely sure.

Ross gave him a quick, light kiss, then moved over to the side, reaching into the bedside drawer to grab condoms and lube. He probably did this often, Tom thought. Tom had lube in his medicine cabinet, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d bought condoms or if he still had any. Although if he did, they were definitely expired.

“Spread your legs,” Ross said, managing to make it sound soft and like a command at the same time.

Tom spread his legs, hitching them back with his hands around his thighs. Ross was teasing again, just sliding his finger along the cleft, rubbing around the hole but not entering, his finger sometimes catching on the rim. Tom could feel himself getting hot all over again, felt a whine building up in the back of his throat.

God, he wanted it. He’d beg for it, if that was what Ross wanted.

“Anyone ever told you you’re a tease?” he asked, sounding a lot breathier than he wanted to.

Ross gave him a wicked grin and a throaty chuckle. “Sometimes.”

Finally, Tom felt a slicked up finger start to slide inside of him. “But being a tease suggests that I’m not going to follow through,” Ross added, slowly twisting his finger inside and then back out again.

He leaned in, his face only inches from Tom’s. “And I always follow through on my promises. I’ve got one more orgasm to get out of you, remember?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Tom confessed, although it was looking more likely by the second as Ross slowly worked his finger in and out of him.

Ross licked at the shell of Tom’s ear. “You will,” he replied, his voice dark and thick.

Tom shivered, and then Ross slid a second finger into him, and he groaned. Ross was corkscrewing his fingers slowly, searching, clearly on a mission.

Tom knew the second Ross had found the spot, because his hips arched up off the bed and it felt like he’d been electrified. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped out, his voice hoarse.

Ross chuckled and shifted, putting his weight more firmly on his other hand braced on the bed, so that he could start to move faster, hitting that spot over and over again. Tom’s body jerked, feeling like a puppet on a string, his cock steadily getting hard again as pleasure coursed through him like a rising river.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Ross mused, adding a third finger and making Tom give out a strangled groan. “I could do this to you for hours. Can you come untouched? Or would it just leave you on the edge, so close, but not quite where you wanted to be? Hmm? I think I’d liked to see how desperate I could make you. See how long you could last.”

Oh, fuck, that was so hot. Tom didn’t know which was doing more for him, the actual feeling of Ross’s fingers inside of him, or the things Ross was saying, the images he was giving him.

He was starting to feel loose and sloppy, starting to feel that pleasurable friction as Ross’s fingers slid in and out, where it felt like he was on a razor’s edge. His legs fell apart even more and he grabbed onto Ross’s arms, vision blurring as he tried to watch the way Ross’s hand moved between his legs.

“Are you ready?” Ross asked, bending down and kissing his temple. “I think you are.”

“Yes,” Tom gasped out. God, fuck yes, he was so ready. “Get inside me, fuck, please.”

“Well, when you ask like that,” Ross replied, sliding his fingers out and repositioning himself between Tom’s legs.

The sound of the condom wrapper ripping open sent a new shiver of pleasure through him. He wanted this so badly he was almost ready to crawl onto Ross and slide onto his cock himself, get greedy with it.

Before he could even think of acting on that thought, though, Ross was ready and starting to enter him.

Tom groaned, long and loud, and felt Ross’s teeth sink lightly into his neck as Ross slowly, inexorably, slid all the way inside.

He felt their hips become flush with one another, felt Ross bottom out inside of him, and he panted helplessly. Fuck, it felt so good; he’d forgotten that it could feel so good.

Ross held still, kissing him slowly, letting Tom’s body adjust. Goddamn, the guy needed to stop being so considerate, or he was going to seriously ruin Tom for anyone else.

And wasn’t that a dangerous thought to have.

“I’m good,” he told Ross, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Promise, I’m ready.”

Ross searched his face, as if checking to make sure that Tom was serious and not just saying it out of impatience. Then he gave him a quicksilver smile and brushed their mouths together. “Hold on tight.”

Tom still wasn’t quite sure that he could actually come again, but Ross was bound and determined. He shifted angles as he thrust until Tom cried out helplessly, feeling like his blood was igniting, and then Ross hit that spot unerringly each time, his hips snapping relentlessly.

It didn’t take long before Tom started babbling nonsense. If he’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone blow him, he’d really forgotten what it felt like to have somebody inside of him.

It was that overwhelming sensation, like every single nerve was stimulated right to the point of no return, and all he could do was hold on and make little ah, ah, ah noises in the back of his throat.

“That’s it,” Ross grunted. “C’mon, gorgeous, I want to hear you, show me how much you like it.”

Tom clawed at Ross’s shoulders, wanting him closer, wanting more, something, anything. Ross wasn’t touching his cock, and batted Tom’s hands away whenever he tried to reach for it.

“Please,” Tom gasped out, “Ross, I need it—”

“Not yet,” Ross told him, growling the words out. “Just a little longer.”

Tom whined, writhing helplessly. He wanted it, his body desperate and wrung out after two orgasms already. He was starting to feel stretched thin, overwhelmed in a way he’d never been before.

But then, he’d also never come twice and been on the verge of coming a third time in one night before.

He could hear himself begging, crying out nonsense, but he couldn’t feel himself saying it. It was like the person saying all of those things, asking for more and harder and saying please, please, please, was somebody else. All he could feel was that almost too much sensation of Ross fucking into him, tearing him apart and putting him back together again over and over.

Ross was getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic, stuttering sometimes in his rhythm. He reached down between them, jacking Tom off furiously.

Oh, fuck. Tom made a sound that didn’t even sound human, his body seizing up as his third orgasm ripped through him, his hips trembling minutely. He could feel Ross coming, shuddering violently, and then collapsing on his side.

Nice of him not to collapse on top of him, Tom thought vaguely. It felt kind of like he was floating up above it all, on some kind of cloud or something.

God. Damn. That last orgasm had been like claws raking through him, pleasure that spiked and drew this close to the edge of too much, leaving him a total wreck. Holy shit.

“You definitely deliver,” he croaked out.

Ross gave a tired laugh. “What can I say, I’m a doctor. I’m used to delivering on the things I promise.”

“Helps to have a knowledge of anatomy too,” Tom added, his words a little slurred.

Ross chuckled. “That too.” A moment later he added, “You can drift off if you want.”

Tom thought he said, “Great,” but that might have been just in his head, as he was already starting to fall asleep.