"Oh, that fax was really funny, Tom." Rodney sounded exasperated, but not actually pissed off - there was a laugh lurking in there.

"I thought so." Tom knew Rodney could hear the smug smile he was directing at the phone. "But the beauty part, Rodney - the absolutely inspired twist - was sending the fax to Jennifer's fax machine."

There was a pause.

"Tom?" Rodney said.

Tom answered back as sweetly as he could. "Yes, Rodney?"

"You sent it to the central fax machine. About two-thirds of this company knows exactly what I'm doing this weekend."

Tom thought about the fax he'd sent. He still thought it was hilarious - a picture of the centurion logo of Trojan in the center on the international symbol for "no." Beneath that was a scrawled, "See you at 6:00" with a smiley face and a big, bold "T." He supposed that his plan of going to Rodney's office and handing out the condoms they no longer needed might constitute overkill.

"Oh, you know you like it, Rodney." Tom was absolutely certain that it was true.

"Fine," Rodney said. "Don't tell anyone, but I do like it. Jerk."

Tom's hands itched he wanted so badly to get them on Rodney. "You've got the fax on your desk, don't you? It's under a couple of other papers, just in case someone comes in, but it's there."

"You know it is," Rodney said roughly. "Just like you know I've been hard since I heard your stupid voice."

"Mmmmm," Tom said. "I would keep you on the phone, make you jerk yourself off like I did Tuesday night..." God, that had been hot - "Bluetooth phone sex" as Tom had called it. He'd had Rodney holding back his orgasm just because Tom wanted him to. Because Tom wanted him to be incredibly worked up. He'd had Rodney fucking his own fist, three fingers in his ass and begging before Tom finally let him come. Rodney's noises were enough to make Tom come, despite the fact that he was driving to Milwaukee at the time. Tom vaguely wondered if any ORACLE ears had been listening.

"I would do that," Tom said, "except that I'm at your beach house and there's not a condom in the place and I want you to get the hell home so you can come in my mouth."

Tom heard the thud when Rodney dropped the phone.

Jennifer grinned at Rodney as he left. "You forgot your coat."

"I care," Rodney snapped, but he was desperately trying to hold back a grin. His brain was whirling - cycling between Tom coming early, Tom naked, and Tom saying, "come in my mouth." All of which were very good things.

Six months. That's how long Rodney had waited to feel Tom's mouth on him. Tom had a real aversion to latex in his mouth, and Rodney hadn't pushed it.

But, god. To have Tom's mouth - always so hot against his own - on his cock was enough to make him curse LA traffic even more than usual. PCH was full of cars with surfboards strapped to the tops, and he had to fight his way across. He hit the remote as soon as he was close enough to the house and pulled into his garage as soon as his hood could clear the door. He half expected Tom to meet him at the door naked, but he quickly figured out that Tom had other ideas.

A charcoal-colored suit jacket hung over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. If Rodney hadn't forgotten his at the office, he would have hung it on the next chair over. Outside the kitchen door, Tom's highly-shined shoes were lined up against the wall, his socks balled up next to them. Tom's tie was on the back of the couch. Rodney matched Tom's clothes piece by piece as he went, finally stripping off his boxers at the end of the bed and carefully laying his glasses onto the nightstand. The nightstand that held several bottles of lube and absolutely no condoms at all.

They'd both tested shortly after that first weekend and come up clean. Waiting the six months to re-test had nearly killed Rodney. He wanted Tom to come in his mouth, wanted to fuck Tom with no barrier, wanted so much to put Tom on his knees and push his head down and spread him open and rim him until he was hoarse from begging.

Rodney could hear the shower running, so he walked into the bathroom. He caught his breath at the sight of Tom - slick with water and suds - working two soapy fingers into his own ass. Tom had his face turned up into the spray and his free hand braced on the marble-tiled wall.

Rodney waited. Tom usually had a sense for when he was being watched. Not that it bothered him - he was something of a show-off, always taking care to make sure that Rodney's eyes were on him. Tom turned his head as Rodney stepped into the shower, the expected cocky smile on his gorgeous face as he turned. Tom pulled his fingers out and gave Rodney an up-and-down look. "Missed you," he said.

Rodney returned the look. "Shut up," he said. "And make sure to rinse off well - I don't want to taste soap later." Tom's eyes drifted closed and he bit his lip, but he did as he was told, pushing his fingers back inside, his hips bucking helplessly against nothing.

Rodney loved the days when Tom came to him this way - needy and horny and so ready to let Rodney just have him; willing to let Rodney take him apart any way he wanted to. And Rodney knew just what he wanted. He wanted Tom on his knees; he wanted to push his cock into Tom's pretty mouth, and the only problem he could think of was deciding whether to come in Tom's mouth or on his face.

"You coming in?" Tom said, looking at Rodney where he stood just outside the shower's spray.

"Nope, you're coming out." Rodney stepped away and grabbed a towel off the warming rack. He held it open and Tom stepped forward, letting Rodney wrap him in soft terry cloth and strong arms.

"Missed you," Tom said again, his soft lips moving against the skin of Rodney's neck.

Rodney tossed the towel away and palmed Tom's ass. "Missed you, too. Now stop talking."

Tom lifted his head and kissed Rodney with so much hunger that Rodney had to brace his feet so Tom wouldn't push him back. Just like always, Rodney boggled at Tom, at the way Tom was always so eager for him. It still threw him that he was what Tom wanted, that Tom could want him so much.

As soon as Tom arrived in Los Angeles, he would either find out where Rodney was and go directly to him, or he would be on Rodney's doorstep five minutes after Rodney got home. Rodney had given Tom his own set of keys to both houses in the fifth month, but Tom had never used them until today.

Tom's kisses got even harder, and he started moaning into Rodney's mouth. Rodney pushed him back and away. "God, Tom," Rodney said, "bedroom - this floor will be too hard on your knees." Tom moaned at that, but he let Rodney go and headed for the bedroom. By the time Rodney got there, Tom was standing next to the bed waiting for him.

Rodney crossed the floor and grabbed Tom by the back of the neck. "Down," he said, and his breath caught in his chest when Tom just fell to his knees, looking up with wide eyes.

"Your mouth," Rodney said. "I want your mouth on me."

Tom nodded and dipped his head, taking Rodney's cock in inch by inch. "Fuck," Rodney moaned. "Jesus Christ. If I'd known it was going to be like this, I'd have made you take it - condom or no."

Tom just sucked harder. He ran his hand up Rodney's thigh, reaching between his legs to cup his balls. "No," Rodney said. "I don't need anything else. Just this."

Tom's mouth was everything Rodney expected it to be - wet and hot and soft. The suction was tight and steady and perfect. Tom knew exactly how to move; he let the head of Rodney's cock rub against the ridges on the roof of his mouth each time he came up to grab a quick breath. Rodney reached down to grab handfuls of Tom's thick hair, pulling just enough to make Tom whine low in his throat.

"Hold on," Rodney said, and Tom pushed his head against Rodney's hands and sucked harder. Rodney began moving, starting slow and shallow, then working his way up to powerful thrusts that nearly had Tom's knees sliding backward on the carpet. Tom moaned into every thrust and once again Rodney was thankful for Tom's strength and his solid weight. He loved that Tom seemed determined to take whatever he had to dish out.

Over the past six months, Tom had let Rodney do everything - fuck him hard, slide the purple dildo into him with enough force to make him groan and beg. On one memorable occasion, Rodney had slowly pressed a plug into Tom's ass and taken him back to the club where they'd met. Rodney stayed on the rail overlooking the dance floor and sent Tom into the crowd, knowing that the crush of people and the anonymous groping would press the plug against Tom's prostate, pushing him higher and higher, forcing him to hang on, to hold his orgasm for Rodney.

After more than two hours, Tom had been so worked up that he came in his pants as soon as Rodney kissed him in the taxi. He spent the rest of the ride home with his sweaty face buried in Rodney's neck, his body shaking.

Tom was everything Rodney wanted, and on his knees with his eyes closed and his mouth full of Rodney's cock he was extraordinary. When Tom opened his eyes and Rodney saw the tears running from the corners and heard the sound of Tom's labored breathing, he pressed his thumb to Tom's temple and came. He could feel Tom swallowing, could feel the tight clutch of his throat. Rodney moved to pull out, but Tom wrapped his hand around the base of Rodney's cock, not letting him go, keeping up the hard suction. Rodney finally shoved Tom back and looked down to see his own come at the corners of Tom's mouth, a little bit leaking out. Rodney wiped his palm across Tom's lips, smearing come and sweat and spit.

Rodney reached down to grab Tom by the upper arms and practically threw him onto the bed. Tom immediately curled onto his side, wheezing and moaning. Rodney sat down next to him and petted long strokes from shoulder to wrist.

"Rodney," Tom croaked. "Please." He snaked one hand down, trying to touch himself.

Rodney slapped his hand away hard enough to redden the back. "No," he said, breathless. "Just wait." Tom obeyed, folding his hands in front of him, still breathing like a bellows, still wearing Rodney's come like a badge.

"Do you have any idea how hot you are?" Rodney said reverently. When Tom turned his head enough to flash a wicked grin at him, Rodney slapped him on the hip. "Of course you do. Maybe we should get a big mirror so you can admire yourself with my cock in your ass."

Tom's breath hitched, then Rodney's. "Fine," Rodney said. "One mirror, delivered."

When Tom's breathing got a shade closer to normal, he looked back over his shoulder again. "Please," he said. "Come on, you bastard."

"All you had to do was ask," Rodney said. "On your knees, head down. Hold yourself open for me."

Tom moaned something that sounded a little like "jesusfuckingohmygodyes", and pulled himself up. Rodney watched as Tom got comfortable - his face and shoulders taking most of his weight as his hands came back. Rodney looked at him, at the way his fingers dug into his own muscles, his knuckles going white. Rodney didn't hesitate before moving in. He licked long wet strokes and braced himself for Tom's hard shove backward.

Rodney reached between Tom's legs and used an upside-down grip to stroke his cock. The position allowed him to keep his thumb pressed hard to the base, trying to hold Tom back from the edge. Tom muttered something that Rodney didn't quite get. He lifted his head. "What?"

"Cockring," Tom gasped. "Now, Rodney."

Rodney pulled back and reached into the bedtable drawer for the quick-release cockring thrown in there with the rest of their small toys.

"Now," Tom said. "Come on, Rodney." He sounded like he was about to lose it, and Rodney knew that he really was about to lose it.

Rodney snapped the ring on, and Tom let out a sobbing breath. "Hand and knees," Rodney said, and when Tom complied, Rodney placed his thumbs against the red marks Tom's fingers had made and started back in.

Tom's head hung down between his arms, and his moans got shorter and sharper. God, Tom couldn't have been more beautiful, and the wait had been more than worth it. Worth it completely to have Tom coming apart under him. Worth it to break through every single shred of cockiness and bit of ego with just his touch and his tongue.

Rodney raised his head. "You want me to fuck you, Tom? Or do you want to come with my tongue in your ass?"

Tom's answer was to drop his head down onto one forearm and reach for his cock. Rodney hurried to get his mouth back onto Tom - he didn't want to miss one second of Tom's orgasm.

He knew exactly when the cockring was released, because Tom's whole body tightened and stopped moving. Rodney pressed his tongue inside, groaning as Tom came. He kept going until Tom fell forward. Rodney let himself down easier, going to his side. Tom pushed himself over to face Rodney and gave him a slow smile. Tom reached up with one hand and touched Rodney's bottom lip.

Rodney kissed the tips of Tom's fingers, then took Tom's hand and led it down to the come on his belly. Tom got the idea and wet his fingers before lifting his hand again. Rodney wrapped his palm around it and drew Tom closer, licking his fingers clean. Tom's come tasted bitter, but Rodney didn't care. It felt like he'd waited forever for just this.

Tom wanted to fuck Rodney. Just the idea of putting his bare cock into Rodney's tight ass was enough to make his cock twitch. But that, he thought, was a lost cause.

The whole concept of this weekend and waiting for it to arrive had taken up much more of his time over the past six months than he was quite ready to own up to. His inappropriate erections had very nearly gotten out of control. He'd picked up a lollipop habit until a staff meeting had come to a complete halt, all participants staring at his mouth. He'd quickly tossed the lollipop toward the trashcan and tried to look innocent until the meeting resumed.

After the Blow-Pop Incident, he'd started to get funny looks from Kitty, two of the forensics techs and the little fuzzy-haired guy with the glasses. Tom tried to play it cool, but as the date circled in highlighter on his calendar neared it got tougher and tougher to keep his mind out of anywhere other than his pants. Thoughts of fucking Rodney, blowing Rodney, rimming Rodney - and having Rodney do all of those things to him - monopolized a fair portion of his brain power. He really hadn't minded all that much.

He had managed to pay attention to the assignment with the acid-spitting goats, but that had just been funny. The funniest part had been the discovery of Kitty's severe goat phobia. He'd nearly killed himself laughing - and gotten goat-spit acid in his hair - when she'd hidden behind him and clutched his arm hard enough to leave marks.

But now he was there with Rodney, the taste of come lingering on his tongue, the sweet sting from Rodney's stubble on his ass, and Rodney behind him warm and strong.

"Gonna fuck me in the morning?" Rodney slurred.

"God, yes," Tom said. He turned over in Rodney's arms, kissing him lightly. "Roll over." He pushed Rodney onto his other side with his back facing Tom, reaching into the bedtable drawer for lube. When Tom pushed Rodney's legs forward with his knees, Rodney moaned. He moaned louder when Tom started working a slick finger into his ass.

"What're you doing?" Rodney said, his voice slightly less sleepy.

"What do you think?" Tom stretched Rodney gently. "I'm getting you ready so you'll wake up with my cock in your ass. You okay with that?"

In answer, Rodney just shifted his hips back to give Tom more room.

Tom woke up to Rodney pushing back against him. He touched Rodney's warm shoulder gently. No reaction; Rodney was still asleep. Tom reached down to see if Rodney was slick enough. He was. Tom lined himself up and started pushing slowly into Rodney. Jesus, it felt good - it had been years since he'd barebacked and it was incredible.

Tom pushed in as slowly as he could, wanting to keep Rodney asleep as long as possible. Rodney was soft and pliant in his sleep, the way he rarely was when awake. Even when he was on the bottom, Rodney tended to be in control in some way. Tom had spent a fair amount of time trying to make Rodney lose it, but he was a stubborn bastard. Tom knew he would eventually get what he wanted: he always did.

Rodney started to make small waking-up noises, so Tom knew he didn't have much time. He made his strokes as deep and slow as possible, pressing his chest to Rodney's back.

Rodney's quiet noises turned into louder ones, and Tom pushed all the way in and held them together. "Wha..." Rodney said. "Tom?"

Tom laughed breathlessly. "Who else promised to fuck you awake this morning?"

"Lemme roll over," Rodney said, and worked himself over onto his belly. Tom tried to keep up, rolling with Rodney, managing to keep his cock inside. He got his knees between Rodney's spread legs, braced his hands in the bed so he could push all the way in, and held there.

"Tom?" Rodney said faintly. "You promised."

"I did," Tom said. "Slow, okay?" Rodney's body relaxed onto the bed, and Tom started back in, slow and deep. "Feels good," he whispered. "Feels good with nothing between us."

"Yeah," Rodney moaned. "Feels good."

Tom kept up his slow, easy pace. He knew where he wanted to take Rodney - wanted to push him to that place Rodney had taken him so many times; that place where everything blurred together in one big swirl of sensation. He wanted to take Rodney there, to push him over that last barrier that Tom couldn't seem to breach.

"More," Rodney breathed the word out. "Tom."

Tom pushed all the way in, holding them tight together, rolling his hips gently. "Why more?" Tom asked.

"Want to come, dumbass," Rodney said.

Tom laughed and moved his hips again. "You'll wait for me."

Rodney's slow, broken moan went straight to Tom's balls. "Want to come," Rodney said again. This time, he dug his fingers into the sheets and pressed back as much as he could.

Tom moved with him. "Wait," he chided. It was hard to keep his voice level, but he did it. He didn't even wait for Rodney to reply; he just kept up the slow, easy motion.

He refused to stop. He had to force himself back from the edge several times, but he was not going to lose this battle of wills. He was going to take Rodney over, push him to the very limit. Tom had to give Rodney credit - he fought hard. Rodney couldn't help wanting to be in control, Tom knew, but spread out and pinned by Tom's hands and weight and cock, he was fighting a losing battle.

"God," Rodney moaned. His voice was low and rough.

"Not yet." Tom hardened his voice, brooking no argument. "Not until I say."

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Rodney didn't seem overly troubled by the concept.

"Shut up," Tom said, continuing the long smooth strokes that were killing his arms and making his hips ache. He kept going, pushing in as far as he could, pausing there, then pulling out just as slowly. It took what felt like forever for Rodney to start shaking under him, even longer for Rodney to lose his vocabulary altogether.

Once Rodney was a moaning, shuddering mess, Tom relented and pulled out to begin a rough push of the head of his cock, making it slide over Rodney's prostate relentlessly.

Rodney tried to sneak a hand under them to touch his cock, but Tom just pushed him down harder. Rodney had never come from just being fucked, even though Tom had given it his best shot on several occasions. This time, he wasn't going to fail. This time, he was going to get what he wanted even if it killed them both.

"You know I can't come like this," Rodney panted out, trying to push them both up from the bed.

Tom pressed down harder, sliding in deeper to pin Rodney to the bed. "You better figure it out," he said, "because that's the only way you're gonna come."

Rodney moaned in answer, but he lifted his hips enough to change the angle slightly. "Hard, then. Fuck me hard."

Tom pulled out, making Rodney moan harder. "Stop it," Tom said. He got his hands on Rodney's thighs and pushed them farther apart. "Bend your knees," he said. Rodney figured it out and pulled his knees up, still lying on his belly. Tom shoved back in with no warning, and Rodney bucked under him. Tom spread his legs, getting his own knees under him. He got his balance on one hand - with the other, he stroked softly between Rodney's legs, tracing the sensitive strip of skin behind his balls. Rodney growled and whined, but it wasn't quite enough. So, Tom cupped Rodney's balls and gave them a squeeze, slightly harder than he knew Rodney preferred.

Rodney came then, the clench of his body tight and perfect. The noises he made were incredible. Rodney moaned and panted, but he didn't offer any resistance as Tom pulled him up onto his knees. Tom kept fucking for as long as he could, finally coming with his teeth pressed to Rodney's back.

When he could move again, Tom pushed Rodney forward, off his cock. He bit the upper curve of Rodney's ass, then used his thumbs to ease Rodney open. When Tom's tongue touched him, Rodney started whispering, "fuck, fuck," into the pillow. Tom rimmed him for as long as he could, tasting his own come and the slick nothingness of the lube. When he pulled up to breathe, Rodney pitched forward onto the bed. Tom wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, then kissed the dip at the base of Rodney's spine before easing himself down onto the bed.

Once Rodney caught his breath, then turned his head so he could smile at Tom. He looked as completely wrecked as Tom felt. Rodney blinked slowly.

"You keep on surprising me," he said quietly.

"I like surprising you," Tom answered.

"Mmmmm," Rodney reached out to touch Tom's face. "Don't stop, okay?" he said softly.

Tom knew it was about as close to a declaration as he was ever going to get from Rodney. And his "I won't" was the closest to one that he could give.