Sundays were completely different around Tom's condo. Every other day of the week, Tom was up by six and out the door by six-thirty. A stop for a quick coffee at the nearest coffee shop, and at the office by seven at the latest.
When Tommy finally opened his eyes, it was nearly eleven in the morning. After everything that had gone on over the past seven days, it was nice to not have to think about much of anything. In fact, Tom's first thought of the day was "What the fuck?" shortly after an arm suddenly landed on his chest.
Tom checked and his two arms were both accounted for, and the arm across him did not have claws and black and white fur. Therefore, there was only one entity that it could possibly belong to.
"Morning, Deano." Tom turned on his side, carefully removing the limb in the process.
Dean mumbled something that sounded this time like 'Morning'.
They had been living together for less than a week, yet Tom and Dean both seemed to be totally comfortable with each other.
"You working today?" Tom asked
"Nope." Dean answered, already fully awake.
"Don't take this as rude, but do you even have a job? I haven't seen you leave this place since you moved in."
"It's slow right now." Dean answered
"Okay… what exactly are you doing now?" Work was not something Tom liked to discuss, whether it be his own or others.
"Construction-slash-demolition." Dean answered "You seen many casinos go up or come down lately?"
"Point taken." Tom answered "Anyway, today is my day off. Ya wanna do something?"
"Yah." Dean replied "You."
Tom smirked. "Nice idea, but I don't do cannibalism at this hour of the morning." He leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I was thinking along the lines of just spending some time together today. I haven't been the greatest sorta-boyfriend."
"Me neither." Dean stared at the ceiling. "I know you don't wanna hear about him, but I can't stop thinking about Seth."
He didn't, but Tom just shrugged. "Good, bad, or kick his teeth in thoughts?"
"Everythin', man." Dean answered "How could I have…"
"Shhh, Dean. We've had this conversation before. You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to feel guilty about." Tom rolled on his side; touching chest to chest with him. "Seth obviously moved on from you, and now you're moving on." Tom kissed him again; a much longer kiss that they only broke when oxygen was needed.
"As always, Tommy, you're right." Dean sighed when their mouths separated.
"Don't say that, bro. My ego is the last thing I need stroked right now."
Dean's eyes clouded with lust. "Then maybe later I can stroke something else?" He whispered into Tom's ear. "I still owe you from the other night."
"Or maybe you'll get a repeat performance." Tom answered in the same slutty tone. "But remind me to get coconut oil either way."
"Coconut oil?" Dean asked "What do we… oh."
Tom's hand was under the blankets, doing things to Dean. Making him hard, making him forget about Seth, and most of all, making him love again.
They stayed in bed until almost noon, and probably would still be there right now, if Tom's cell phone hadn't gone off.
"Y'know, man, your phone is really starting to harsh my mellow." Dean half-cocked his head in Tom's direction.
"Be lucky it's only your mellow that's being harshed. Usually, my day is totally ruined when I get this." Tom threw back and covers and headed for his computer. "It's the security system at the office."
Dean sat up. "Oh, wow. Someone trying to break in?"
"I hope to hell not, but you never know about the idiots in Vegas sometimes." Tom replied
"Maybe it's the cat." Dean suggested
"Nah… The security company programmed it so that Beaker won't set it off. Usually either Sara or I bring him home for the day, but I guess she's still pulling a marathon session." Tom waited for his computer to boot up.
Tom clicked through the security cameras in the office, making a mental note that each
room was clear before going to the next. He noticed that Cesaro's sports car was in the parking lot, the Swiss man not one who took a day off very often. Tom was going to just finish the process of clearing the office and resetting the alarm when he stopped short, Cesaro catching his eye. He was checking the camera in Cesaro's office and he saw his employee leaning back in his chair, head back and eyes closed. His hand was slowly rubbing himself over his pants.
"Oh…" Tom tilted his head, watching for a moment. "Well alright then."
Cesaro didn't allow time for personal relationships and down time, he was the true definition of a workaholic. However there were times that he just needed some stress release and rubbing one out did the trick.
"Do your employees know you watch them jerk off?" Dean asked, coming up behind Tom and placing a cup of coffee on the desk.
"I'm not watching." Tom defended himself.
"Uh huh." Dean smirked "Whatever floats your boat, but if you wanted a show you could just ask."
Tom eyed Dean before closing out of the security program just as Cesaro was unzipping his pants.
"About that show…" Tom said and Dean grinned. As Tom followed Dean into the bedroom, he mentally told himself to remind Cesaro to reset the alarm next time.
…
Sara sat at her kitchen table, going over page after page of notes she had on the missing person's case. She had interviewed former coworkers, people at Likansuk, and Corey twice. She had gone through Emma's laptop. Nothing. She had no idea where to go now, there were no clues, nowhere to turn next. It was almost as if the girl had just vanished into thin air. Sara sighed and decided that it was time to take a break for her mental health and eat something. It was Sunday, after all, and if she worked too many weeks without taking a day off, Tom would probably have something to say about it.
As she was eating, her phone buzzed. She looked down and saw that it was an unknown number. She usually didn't answer such calls but something told her to answer it this time.
"Hello?" She asked
"Sara!" a panicked voice came from the other side "It's Corey."
"Corey? What's wrong?!"
"I...I'm in jail. They found Emma's body. I didn't kill her, I swear, please you have to help me!" Corey's voice cracked as he rambled on.
"Hold on, you're talking too fast. Who found Emma?"
"I don't know. The cops showed up early this morning, said that I was under arrest for her murder. She's dead, Sara, my baby is gone and they're blaming me."
"Okay…" Sara took a deep breath; feeling a knot in her stomach from the news that Emma was dead. "I'll come down there and talk to the police. I"ll see what I can do."
"You believe me don't you?" Corey asked
"Yes, I believe you. I'll get this worked out, I promise. Just stay calm."
Sara hung up the phone and buried her face in her hands and groaned. This had become a huge mess, but she had to fix it. Corey was rough around the edges, seemed like a douche bag at first, but after Sara got to know him she could tell how much he loved Emma and just wanted to give her the best life. He wasn't a killer, but that meant that there was a killer, and they needed to be found.
Sara contemplated calling Tom to brief him on the change of events but decided against it, knowing how he was probably enjoying time with Dean on his only day off. She was going to have to go at this alone.
"Fucking hell!" She said as she grabbed her keys and helmet and made her way out the door.
At the jail, Sara sat down with the two arresting officers and the head detective working the homicide case to explain that she was working with Corey. She showed them all of her notes and interviews with Corey but the officers were dead set against pinning the murder of Emma on her boyfriend. Sara was becoming more frustrated and excused herself to go into the bathroom to calm down. She didn't need to overreact and get herself arrested. That would definitely ruin Tom's day off.
She collected herself enough to go back into the room and ask about Corey's options. His bail was set at twenty thousand dollars, and Sara went bug eyed for a moment. That was a good chunk of change, but she truly believed Corey was innocent and she needed him out of lock up to prove that. Several hours later the bail had been paid and Corey emerged from behind a locked door.
"You didn't have to do that. I swear I'll pay you back." Corey gave Sara a hug, and she shuffled awkwardly at the gesture but under the circumstances she hugged him back.
"Don't worry about it. Let's get out of here." Sara lead Corey out the door "I'd give you a ride but I don't have an extra helmet. Take a cab, and meet me at my place."
Sara gave Corey money for a taxi and her address. He waved down a cab and the two made their way back to Sara's home. Once inside, they both sat down at the table with cups of coffee in hand.
"We have a lot of work to do, and it's going to be a long night." Sara explained "Drink up."
Corey just nodded and sipped his coffee. He needed sleep, but there was no way he could shut his mind off now. He'd have to rely on the hot caffeinated beverage to keep him going, because that's all he had right now.
…
When Dean said 'a show' he wasn't exaggerating.
Tom leaned back against the headboard and watched his roommate (he could not use the word 'boyfriend' yet) gyrating a few feet away. Although using "Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits" as his stripper music was not what Tom would consider music to get someone in the mood. It worked for Dean, though. He'd danced through "Song Sung Blue", "Cracklin' Rosie", and "Holly Holy", while dancing his way out of his shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans. Tom could only wonder what would accompany the removal of his briefs. In hindsight, it should've been obvious.
Where it began, I can't begin to knowing
But then I know it's growing strong
Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along
Tom tried not to laugh to loud… Dean was actually very entertaining. Especially when the lyrics "Hands, touching hands reaching out, touching me, touching you…" came along.
When Dean got to the chorus, it was obvious what he had in mind.
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
But now I…
With each "bah, bah, bah" after Sweet Caroline, Dean pushed the briefs a little lower on his hips. Tom wondered how many more choruses he'd have to listen to before Dean was fully on display, then decided that it didn't really matter. He'd already seen everything Dean had to offer… and his sex-fuelled brain had already decided that he wanted a taste as well.
Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely
We filled it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm holding you
One, touching one
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
Oh no, no
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline
I believe they never could
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good…
By the time the song was done, Dean was totally naked.
"Wow." Tom applauded. "If there was someplace to stick it, I'd tip you at least a hundred."
Dean blushed. "You don't need to thank me. You've done so much for me in the past week, it's the least I can do for you."
"Still…" Tom licked his suddenly-dry mouth. "Get on the bed."
"Tom?" Dean asked
"Yeah… I want you so much right now, it's not funny." Tom replied "So either get on the bed willingly or I'll throw you by force."
"Yessir." Dean lay down and in seconds, had Tom on top of him.
"I know you complain that I always take the lead, but this time you're gonna love it." Tom licked behind Dean's ear, then down his jaw.
Dean sighed softly… Tom had found his most sensitive spots, and without asking.
That was something that Seth had never been able to do. In fact, Seth never did much of anything, come to think of it.
Tom played with Dean's nipples and those sensations went right to his groin. By the time Tom had kissed all the way down his chest and belly button, and past his treasure trail, he was rock hard.
"Oh, Deano, is that for me?" Tom said, his voice like velvet.
Dean nodded.
Tom gripped Dean and gently stroked his cock, exactly like the first time, but seeing just how turned on he was made Tom skip the foreplay. He swallowed Dean completely and started sucking him off.
Not expecting this, Dean thrust his hips upward. Tom gagged a little bit, but he soon took the control back. He held Dean's hips down with his forearms while his mouth and hand went to work on him.
"Oh, fuck…" Dean moaned "Tommy, I…"
Tom smiled and began to hum around Dean's hard-on. His own dick was starting to beg for some attention, but Tom ignored it for the moment. This time, he also ignored his phone when a series of five beeps told him that he'd received a text message from someone. He had more important things to deal with just then.
"Tommy, I'm there." Dean gasped. "You don't have to…"
Tom knew what Dean meant and he pulled off to look at him with disbelief. "If I don't, you may ruin another belt." Then he went back to sucking on him.
Again, Dean thrust his hips, but Tom was expecting it this time.
"Oh fuck, Tommmmyyyyyy!" Dean cried out and came hard. Tom swallowed as much as he could, but lost track after the fourth cumshot. He grimaced slightly at the aftertaste, but nothing he could do about that, except maybe to ask Dean to lay off the cigarettes.
Tom pulled off after Dean finished and went soft. He dropped onto the bed beside his lover and looked at him. "That was some show."
Dean smiled. "Thanks."
"The beginning wasn't the greatest, but I loved the ending." Tom pulled Dean into his arms.
"Tommy, I…" Dean hesitated
"Something wrong, Dean?" Tom asked
"I dunno how to say this, or even if I should, but…" Dean paused again.
"Just spit it out, man. If I have a problem with anything you say, I'll tell you. You know me that well." Tom flicked a stray lock of hair back from Dean's eyes.
"It's just that… well, I love you." Dean immediately looked down at his sweaty chest.
Tom was stunned for a moment. How long had it been since someone had said that to him? It was… well, Tom couldn't remember. Tom actually felt his chest tighten.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah." Dean answered "I think I've finally found the someone that I was meant to be with."
"Are you sure? No more Seth?"
"No more Seth." Dean repeated "I want to be yours."
"Dean, I don't know what to say…" Tom was at a loss for words. "It's been so long since…"
"Just say yes… please? For me?"
Tom looked into Dean's eyes and was it sweat or was there a tear in one of them? It didn't matter, really.
"Yes." He replied
Dean hugged Tom tightly and it was definitely not sweat.
"Thank-you." Dean kissed Tom when they broke the hug.
"You're welcome." Tom replied "We can talk about all that later, but I just gotta check that message."
"Aww… do ya hafta?"
"Hey, at least I didn't check it while blowing you." Tom pulled his phone out and checked the single message. "Oh, fuck… why now, Roman?" He exhaled loudly.
"Work again?" Dean asked
"Yup… one of my sources has info and wants to meet." Tom rolled off the bed and quickly changed his shirt. "This won't take long, I promise."
"I'll be waiting." Dean said, looking down at his still naked body.
"Be back in a flash." Five minutes later, Tom was driving down the Vegas streets.
This had better be worth it…
"Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond, copyright 1969 Uni/MCA Records.
