Tommy fought to keep a straight face even in the darkness of the room. "Are you seriously using the word 'bent'? When talking about this? I don't know about the future, but I know that you will always amuse me."
Giving up on the food, Tommy pushed his chair closer to Oliver, one knee brushing against Oliver's. "We are what we are. I'm good with that. I'm good with taking things as they come. And I didn't say you had a problem with the bi thing. I'm still adjusting since I never found a man attractive before now. Does it worry me? A little. Enough to stop me from having sex? Not on your life. But I'm not going to think that tab A into slit B will never be an issue. It is an issue for me because it's new, but it's a problem for us as well. What comes natural and feels good is good in theory, but in the long run, there's a more than that. We both like sex. We both like good sex. If the sex isn't good, if there isn't that desire, then why should we be together when we are just as strong and close as friends. So yes, it's an issue, but it's one that I know we will solve."
The aftershock came before he could say anything more, but it didn't last long, long enough for him to put a hand over Oliver's head and pull him down, but it stopped before they could get under he table properly. Tommy fixed the chairs that had fallen as they got off and sat back down. "This isn't grinds with benefits,Oliver,"he said softly. "If it were, we'd be fucking instead of dancing around it for weeks. I understand that you like to have things under control, that you like to plan, label things, but this isn't a mission. This is us." He cupped Oliver's neck and pulled him closer. "This can be anything we want. It's up to decide what we want. I guess I should be asking you the same question. Do you want to have sex with me?"