"What would you like to have for dinner?" Tim asked his lover as Horatio settled into his battered, leather recliner with a soft groan.
"I'm really not hungry," Horatio replied, "at least not for food."
Tim smiled mischievously. He loved the disheveled look the redhead was sporting. Having Horatio so close to him as they flew through the city had inflamed his senses. It had been all he could do not to take the older man against the wall the moment they had stepped into their apartment.
"I know what you're hungry for," the brunette observed with a husky quality to his voice. He placed a hand on the arm of the recliner and leaned down to brush the hair from Horatio's forehead. He placed a light kiss on the furrowed brow. "All I can say is that patience is a virtue."
"So, I've heard," the redhead countered. He grasped Tim's wrist and with a tug pulled the younger man onto his lap. "But, I'm not a patient man."
Horatio ghosted his lips over Tim's soft ones. He nipped at the brunette's lower one causing him to open his mouth to allow Horatio's tongue to dive inside.
Tim moaned the redhead's name as their tongues dueled. Desire washed over him and he decided to let the older man have his way. They would talk about things later.
Horatio felt his lover slide his arms around his neck. He moaned as he felt Tim entwine his slender fingers into his hair and deepen the kiss. He pulled the younger man closer desperate for the warmth his lover exuded.
Tim's last coherent thought was that he had never had anyone make him feel safe and cherished like Horatio did.
Horatio was the other half of Tim's soul….
His everything…..
His home.
TBC…