"Everyone plays the game. I'm just better at it than most." Only that wasn't really true. He looked like he played better than most. But, underneath that public facade he was a mess of a person just barely hanging on most days.
There wasn't time to elaborate or dwell on that, however, when Travis laid claim to his mouth again. Travis took and this time TJ gave, not quite everything, but enough it almost seemed like it. Travis could have done pretty much anything he wanted in that moment and TJ would have let him. And, all it took was one word: mine. Desire flared even hotter and he didn't care if the whole city could feel it.
TJ wasn't capable of answering, of giving orders, of doing anything but surrendering to the heated pleasure. He might have tried, but all that came past his lips was a serious of moans and whimpers as Travis pushed him higher. It was like he was clay in Travis' hands, clay being molded into something else, something at once both stronger and weaker. And TJ let it happen, gave himself into Travis' care as any coherent thought in his head turned into so much white noise. His cock twitched and pulsed in Travis' hand, while TJ jerked and shuddered in his arms, and his vision blurred around the edges as he came harder than he had in a long time.
Tensions he hadn't even known was there drained from him as he collapsed forward against Travis' chest, breathing heavily and almost floating on the natural high. Everything in his head was blissfully silent.