Comfort Not Speed (Excerpt)
Tom was about to open his mouth, to say it. To tell Frank why he’d hit him. To share his fears. Before he could, though, Frank cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, properly this time. Tom’s heart heaved a happy sigh at the sweetness of that mouth pressed to his. At the brushes of lips, the almost chaste exchange as they learned the shape of each other, how their lips fit together. It was familiar and strange and wonderful, and when Frank parted his lips, Tom flicked his tongue between, just once in a quick tease.