Oh how Billy sinks back into that embrace. The heat and scent of his partner calms him down again to something easier to manage. Was he touched starved? Is this what it was? Maybe that’s why he loved it when the speedster held him, touched him.

Uncurling his legs gives Tommy more room to get around him if he wants. He wiggles his own knees between Tommy’s, and almost seems like he’s trying to bury himself against the man. Even scoots down to push his head under Tommy’s chin. Right here. Right here felt like a home he’d always wanted.

And now he has it.

There’s a hard sniff, a nose rubbing against Tommy’s collarbone. "…say it again?"