Hal isn't sure which of them is more nervous as he stands in the doorway, and there's something ridiculous about that. About his being nervous about sex when the other party was a virgin. He didn't want to hurt him though, he desperately didn't want to hurt him, and he holds his hands behind his back, clutching something in his hands, and there's an internal struggle where he tries to decide if it would be worse to pay attention to all of the little out of place things in the room, or to ignore them and chance some part of him going rampant at that control surrendered.
"You can c'min, y'know," Tom tells him before he has a chance to reach his conclusion, sitting on the bed and looking up at him. He pats the bed next to him, and Hal hesitates for a second before he moves to sit. Anything to cut short the brief look that had been on Tom's face as he wondered if Hal had changed his mind.
Hal turns to kiss him, supporting his weight on the mattress with one hand, and placing the wooden stake that had been behind his back on the nightstand as Tom closes his eyes. His efforts aren't enough to distract him from the faint sound though, and his attempts to prolong the kiss are cut short as Tom pulls back and opens his eyes to look.
He can see the question in his eyes, even before he speaks, looking from the stake to Hal. "What's tha' for?"
"In case." Hal answers him, his eyes and tone serious, and he moves to put a hand on Tom's hand. " I want you to have it on hand if I-" He is cut short by Tom taking his hand instead, shaking his head briefly.
"Nah. It'll be alrigh' Hal." He smiles with such sincerity that Hal wants to believe him. To have that same confidence that he would be able to control himself, to refrain from ripping out the throat of the man he was quite certain that he loved. "We'll take it slow, yeah?" Tom asks, reassuring, and Hal can't stop a small smile beside his fears.
"I'd planned to, not that I've, ah, had much experience in that area. I want this to be special for you though, to be…good. I'm obviously coming into this a little rusty.." Hal silences as Tom squeezes his hand, kissing him with a little more ease than he had at first.
"Stop worryin' so much." Tom tells him after he's pulled back, matter of fact. "It already is an' we haven't started yet, so you can relax. Gotta be something you remember and we can go from there. I trust you. An' I'm defin'tely not goin'ta stake you in the middle of sex, cos there's no way yer gonna try t'eat me. Got it?"
Hal takes a deep breath and smiles, nervous but, slightly less than he had been a moment ago. "Got it," he tells him finally, moving to put a hand on his shoulder, the edge of his thumb against the skin of his throat, and kisses him again.