"It's Southern California, Oliver. We'll have aftershocks for months, and then we prepare for the next one. It's the way life is," he said, rolling his eyes. Not that he had meant that they needed to have sex right this second, but the more Oliver said that they should wait, the more stubborn he got.
"You are wrong," he said with a chuckle. "I'm thinking that the two are very much connected, because Oliver, we have a relationship already. Whether you call it friendship, romantic, it's here regardless. We're not going to suddenly disappear from each other's lives. The sex can help define what we are, because we might not enjoy it; we might decide that friends is better." He nipped Oliver's lip, smiling. "I don't think so, but I don't know so That's my concern."
He sat back and raised an eyebrow. "Now, you just want me to stop having sex, because that's the least attractive version of sex possible, if things fall into neat categories. Oliver, I've had sex. I've had handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome, orgies, kinky sex. I've had sex in a football arena after renting the place for a game of naked football with twenty-three models and my cock was sore for days. I like sex in any which way. I've fucked women who thought getting their clothes off was foreplay, while some who wanted the full experience. I've had quickies and sex marathon that lasted a full weekend. I might not be gay, but I doubt it's different for two guys, or two women. Different people, different strokes, or even same people, different strokes depending on the mood. Once again, it's about.. you, what you like, what you want. Well, us, really." He put a hand on Oliver's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "Anal sex is a pain in the ass? Seriously? You've never fucked backdoor virgins? So tight and hot on all fours, swearing that they were virgins while you came all over their asses. Man, you were a lot more sheltered that I thought."
Tommy sighed. "Look, sex is something I like and enjoy. I've had very few limits in the past. Possibly less than you from the sound of it. Sex with you? Sounds a little daunting, because you're so goddamn in control all the time, and I'm not sure where things fit. Maybe I'm just making a big thing out of nothing, but I won't know until we try it." He leaned closer and his hand slid over Oliver's thigh until it was pressed against Oliver's crotch. "Stop being so in control. It's not a mission; it's sex."