Tuck just stayed where he was, flopped and sated. God he felt amazing. "Will," he called out, watching as Will put away the staves. "Mmm. You make me happier than I have ever been." And it was possibly an odd choice to say that, flat on his back with jizz all over his yoga pants. But god, it was true.
Tuck knew it might not be true for Will, and that was okay. Will had been married before, and his relationship had been so wonderful. For Tuck, he had never really had a great love. Yes, he had loved Norah, but the more he looked back on it, the more he realised she hadn't always been the kindest person to him. And he had loved Francis but he had fucked that up quickly. The closest he had ever come to true happiness before, was with Victor.
During prohibition, Tuck had smuggled alcohol to small speakeasies. Victor had been a cop, but he slipped Tuck information about higher ups who enforced the prohibition rules by day, and made bank off alcohol by night. Then they worked together to take them out, since most of the time they were paying off the cops so Victor couldn't do anything legally. Their relationship had been a secret, to everyone except the merry men. He had enjoyed six wonderful years with Victor, until his love was gunned down in a raid. Victor had made Tuck so happy.