Warren sighed, happy to be all stretched out and up against his man again. It had been much too long this time. Six months apart. Warren knew damn well that after about two months away from each other they both started disintegrating. Even worse than if they were together. He rubbed his cheek against Tony’s broad chest and enjoyed the fingers playing with his hair. Yeah, Tony playing with his hair made him want to rub himself all over the older man like a cat…
Warren’s head snapped up to look at Tony’s face. “Wait, what? The suit and injured and extreme and you lost your hand??!!” He sat up abruptly and stared at Tony’s hand. “Geez, Tony, when the hell did you have time to call my dad? Shit! Are you OK?”