"I don't know. I gotta be honest. I'm surprised that after everything they've been through that he's taking off for the holidays. Right now, I have my thoughts focused on one man."
"Me, I hope," Matt said.
"You'll do for now." The bed was covered in suitcases. Thomas pushed them onto the floor. He heard a sickening crash.
"Ruh-oh," he said. He could smell it then. The perfume he'd bought Elise for Christmas. It would seep all over his clothing, but right now, he didn't care. He wanted to fuck his husband. He fell on the bed with Matt.
Matt laughed as Thomas' hand roamed his belly. He felt the peculiar but arousing quiver that Thomas' touch always induced there. It was one of his erogenous zones.
"I love this room, but it needs something," Matt said as Thomas peeled off his clothing.
Thomas paused. "Right now you want to discuss decorating? Baby, you are so gay!"
"I know," Matt shrugged. "I can't wait to make this place really ours."
Thomas frowned. "It really is ours. We have mortgage payments to prove it."
"No, I mean, I want paintings and bedding...things that reflect our personality and tastes."
"Plenty of time for that. We're going to be shooting a whole movie here in March, remember?"
Matt squirmed against Thomas' intrusive hands. "I remember."
"What we don't have time for is a long, luxurious fuck. This here is a medicinal fuck."
Matt laughed. "Medicinal, huh?"
His laughter died when Thomas moved between his parted thighs and placed a warm kiss on each of his knees.
"We need to be quick. Can you handle that?" Thomas asked. He ran his hungry tongue over Matt's body, lingering on his juicy cock.