"Mm, I'm sure I can come up with something that would surprise you." TJ meant to kiss Travis, but wound up laughing instead. "It's entirely true. Sex with you is the best rehab program ever. And I have a severe emotional attachment to drugs. So, I might need a lot of therapy, long, hard...hours," he finished with a smirk.
"Or maybe you're not any more used to this than I am? But, I didn't care for that jealous boyfriend because he wasn't you. Not enough. I like you much better than I liked him." This time, TJ did kiss him, fingers still tracing over Travis' jaw. "Yeah, that word. I like hearing it. 'Mine'."
TJ watched as Travis kissed first one wrist and then the other. When Travis looked back at him, TJ had the very odd impression that he couldn't breathe for half a second. "I've...never actually used them. Thought about it. But...you're the first I truly want to do it." Leaning his forehead against Travis', he thought about what he wanted to say, what he'd wanted to say since the first time Travis used the word 'mine'. "I want to be yours. I...am yours."