That was true. Tommy was good at getting away really, really quick.
Focus. Focus on Tommy. On the hand in his hair. The weight of him in Billy’s lap. Focus, focus, focus. His hands hold around Tommy’s back, gripping into that shirt like the speedster would suddenly disappear.
Because Tommy could, if he wanted.
Billy knows he won’t.
He breathes in and out, trying to listen for Tommy’s to match to. He would be okay. Safe here. No fireworks in here, no raging monster with appendages ready to ream him into his death. "You are sexy. My… my sexy motherfucker."
A little rub of his face on that shoulder. His grip eases a little. Breathing in and back out. "You really think we won’t hear it in here?"
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Focus. Focus on Tommy. On the hand in his hair. The weight of him in Billy’s lap. Focus, focus, focus. His hands hold around Tommy’s back, gripping into that shirt like the speedster would suddenly disappear.
Because Tommy could, if he wanted.
Billy knows he won’t.
He breathes in and out, trying to listen for Tommy’s to match to. He would be okay. Safe here. No fireworks in here, no raging monster with appendages ready to ream him into his death. "You are sexy. My… my sexy motherfucker."
A little rub of his face on that shoulder. His grip eases a little. Breathing in and back out. "You really think we won’t hear it in here?"