TJ's only response regarding the bed was a long, heartfelt groan as he collapsed on top of it and closed his eyes. Fuck this survivalist shit. He was not going anywhere they didn't have a real bed with a real mattress. This sleeping on the freezing floor for nearly a month had never been detailed in the brochure for this superhero fugitive gig. The only thing that made it even a little palatable was having Travis there...and that was the other part that wasn't in the brochure: not enough privacy for sex with his lover, damn it.
"I can think of a few different things we can do with our mouths," he said, smirking. "Talking is only one of them." But, he could hear the tone in Travis' voice and it wasn't a prelude to getting naked, which made TJ sigh. Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at Travis. "You know there's a reason why 'we need to talk' is considered the sign of an unfriendly conversation, right? And that 'can we talk' is just trying to disguise the 'we need to talk' in less hostile tones? What's wrong?"
Maybe what he really meant was what did I do wrong because that was what usually made conversations start like this. Not just with Travis, but his brother, his mother, his grandmother...not his dad. His dad usually just started right in on whatever fuck up he was complaining about this time. And, even if TJ suspected he knew what was coming, he wasn't going to make assumptions.