"You? Friends? Why would you?" Tommy asked confused. "The only person I consider a friend is TJ. There's Sean, and they are big on partners here, but I wouldn't call us friends. We didn't have that many friends at home either. You should have told him that we had lackeys. They don't know anything."
Tommy snorted. "I knew it! You were reading your mother's romance novels. That's what short-circuited your brain. I knew that talking would get us to the bottom of this."
He chuckled. "Talking some more? What a hardship. Talking and kissing; I might just get used to this. I'd invite you to take a shower with me, but that might go against the slow part." He wasn't even sure he was ready for that. On the other hand, kissing a guy had sounded daunting until he'd done it, so maybe it was just a matter of starting. "Fuck the sheets. There are plenty of ways to muss them up without ravishing being included. I plan to figure out all those ways with you."