Tommy snorted. "I'm glad we do agree on something." He took his shirt easily, and kicked off his shoes. "I don't think I've ever kept my clothes on as much as I have in this dimension." He smiled at memories of some of the parties he'd been to.
Naked was good, but he still refused to turn sex into some obligation. Instead, he watched Oliver as he took his clothes off. He didn't want to miss a single moment. He watched as hard muscles flexed and stretched with the different movements. Oliver's body was nothing new, not after weeks of sleeping in the same bed, working out together, sharing a bathroom, but now, it had a very different quality. Tommy licked his lips, without even thinking.
Maybe he was attracted to men after all.
He returned the kiss, nipping Oliver's lower lip, before running his tongue over it in a soothing move. "If you really want me, then show me," he said, almost challenging, even if the words were whispered.