TJ was in a good mood. Sex always made things better. Sex before a trip to a very expensive hotel made TJ very happy, even if Travis had almost fainted at the price tag that went with that hotel, but Travis wouldn't complain about the smile on TJ's face, or the fact that for once they could get up relatively early without too many complaints.
Early was still a relative term. He was sure that everyone else would have been up for ours, getting ready for the picnic. Not in this house. Doug and Maura were sitting on the couch, discussing whatever Doug would pull from his feeds on the phone. TJ was playing his piano. Travis was all over, but he always found a reason to return to the piano, touching TJ, kissing him.
Life was good.
Until the door banged open. Travis pulled out his gun, but even as he turned, he knew that it was too late and it took the step without thinking, covering TJ as best as he could from whatever was happening, before he could figure it out, the pain hit him, taking his breath away, and he fell back, on the piano and TJ, before making what seemed a long and painful way down to the floor.