The soft click of a key turning in a lock alerted Tom to Booker's impending arrival, and a joyous smile played over his lips, highlighting his attractive face. Closing his book, he gazed expectantly across the room, waiting in anticipation for the moment his lover walked through the door. It was a vision he knew he would never grow weary of seeing. He took an almost child-like pleasure in seeing the man he adored, enter his apartment every evening, so much so, he often found himself blushing with embarrassment. Booker was his first homosexual partner, and he would never have believed that he could have fallen so hard for a man. But he had. He had fallen with a cupid’s arrow through the heart, earth-shattering thud. The elation was so…show more content… But his reserved, private nature always won out, and their relationship remained a secret from their coworkers and friends, much to Booker’s chagrin. Unlike Tom, the dark-haired officer was comfortable with his bisexuality, and he was more than happy to flaunt it. It frustrated him that he was unable to show Tom affection in public. However, he did understand his partner’s reticence. For Tom, gay love was a new and somewhat unnerving experience, and Booker could remember his own fears and doubts when he had realized he had feelings for his same-sex classmates. It had taken him almost a year to act on his desires and another year before he had come out to his family and friends. Therefore, he was willing to cut Tom some slack, at least for the moment. They had only been dating for a few months, and even though he considered Tom much more than just a boyfriend—he was his everything—the last thing he wanted to do was spook him by…show more content… Booker’s warm breath against his lips ignited a fire inside him, and his hands roamed under his lover’s tee shirt, his fingers eagerly exploring the toned muscles hidden beneath the soft cotton. “That’s ... because ... I missed ... you ...,” he moaned between sloppy kisses, his breathless voice infused with longing. “You’ve ... been ... working ... such ... long ... hours ... you’ve ... hardly ... been ... home ....”
A low growl rumbled deep in Booker’s chest, and pushing Tom onto his back, he pushed up his tee shirt and attached his mouth to his lover’s nipple. “Do you wanna make it up to me?” he whispered, his teeth grazing over the raised nub. “You know I love it when you wanna make me happy.”
The titillating sensation brought a soft moan to Tom’s lips and his eyes fluttered closed, his ridiculously long lashes brushing his flushed cheeks. “Yesss,” he breathed, his hands squeezing Booker’s buttocks as his body writhed against the hard mound pressing against him. “I wanna … I
