They don't really talk about it, but Jake comes over every few days, and no matter how it starts, they always end up making out on that couch. By the fourth time it happens, Tommy thinks he's getting a little too attached to the scratch of stubble under his fingers, the rough slide of Jake's fingers against the planes of his chest. He's not even going to mention the stupid smugness he feels when he manages to suck on that spot behind Jake's ear hard enough to make him positively whine.
(By the fifth time, he's half-hard just from Jake smiling at him, and yeah, definitely too attached.)
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RomanceTommy Gold's the snarky, gay lit major who still lives in his parents' basement. Jake Miller's the all-American straight guy with only one leg. Turns out, neither of those things is completely true. © a. c. wyatt, 2016
