I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Awkward Talk

"Paul? You really want me to tell you what happened to my wrist? Or do you want the sugary sweet one?" asked Tommy suddenly. They were barely back home. He had decided to be 100% honest.

"You said you bumped it on the wall, then you told me .....grabbed you. Do you really want to tell me or do you like playing innocent?" snapped Paul. He immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say. 

Tommy looked at Paul in shock. Instead of saying anything, he just walked away. "Well, since you're implying I'm stupid, I'm not telling you!"

"I'm not saying you're stupid! All I meant was you seem scared to tell me anything!"

"I'm not either!" "I was held against a wall, kissed and touched unwillingly, and then told you are only pitying me! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK???!!!!"

Paul turned and put his hands on Tommy's shoulders. "Please come with me. I want to talk to you."

Tommy gave up and followed Paul. He sat on the bed and stared at the floor. "Paul, my ex straight up asked me to get back together. He told me that every time he sees me and I'm by myself, he'll touch and kiss me to remind me of what I once had." "I don't want this, but I don't want to have a bodyguard either." Tommy finally just said he'd stay at the house.

"That's not fair to you." replied Paul. "We can move."

"No." "I have a bruised wrist because I was held tightly against a wall while I was being felt up. Is that what you need to hear?"

Paul knew Tommy was telling the truth by the look in his eyes. He gently kissed his husband and pushed him down on the bed. "I want to do that too, but it's your call."

Tommy nodded his head and closed his eyes. He loved to feel Paul's hands touching him.