I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Flashback

"NO! I don't want this!" cried Tommy as he tried leaving. "I changed my mind! Don't! OW!" he was roughly taken advantage of in his drunken state. "I should have never come to Dublin! I don't want to!" he kept crying over and over as the blonde pounded into him. "Stop! Stop!"

Finally he passed out from too much drinking and over stimulation. He thought he heard the door being kicked open and someone quickly dressing him. His head hurt along with his whole body. Tears dropped from his eyes. 

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Opening his eyes, he saw Paul staring at him. "Paul?" 

"You were screaming. Did you have a nightmare?" "Tom, baby, you're pale." 

Paul took him in his arms until he stopped crying. "Sh. It's okay now. How long have you had nightmares?"

"I-I-I- have them frequently." came the whisper. "I had a flashback about Dublin. It was awful."

"I know sweetheart." said Paul gently. "I know. I'm here."

In his mind, Paul knew exactly how the ending played out. He had kicked open the hotel door, dressed Tommy and carried him back to their room. He was still pissed off about that. He had missed an opportunity to punch Jaime.

Tommy was curled up on the bed whimpering and sucking his thumb. He felt Paul take his hand and gently kiss it. "Come here baby. It's okay."

Finally Tommy drifted off back to sleep. Paul covered him up and kissed him on the cheek. 

Placing his husband's hands under the blanket, Paul dimmed the room lights and sat down in the chair. He now knew Tommy had to get therapy- ASAP. He hoped he would be making the right decision about his husband's future.