"This is me, aroused and wanting you," Oliver answered. Now that he'd chosen this he wouldn't hold back. He wasn't a twenty-two year old party boy anymore, and his intensity and focus was a part of him. It wasn't to scare or prove anything.
They reached the bedroom. Oliver had no problems navigating in the dark. The bedroom was sparse and little had been disturbed by the earthquake. He tossed his t-shirt aside and turned towards Tommy. Slipping his arms around Tommy, Oliver pulled him close, allowing him to feel Oliver's arousal. "We're here, alone and unneeded, and without power. No distractions. Just us, a bed, and time."