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Tom was kicking pebbles down the dusty street as he walked, walking just beside the wooden sidewalk of main street. It was safe that way, so he didn't get dragged into any saloons or pulled in by any swindlers trying to sell off bottles of snake oil. He looked unhealthy, too, which made him an easy target; last he'd checked, he looked pale and gaunt.

Something on the ground caught his eye; Tom looked down at the sidewalk and saw a cigar, about a quarter smoked, maybe less. A big one, too, good quality. He didn't think twice about swiping it, placing it between his lips, then running his hand up to his shirt pocket for his matches. He stopped in place for a moment, struck the match against the sole of his boot, then cupped his hand around the flame and inhaled on the cigar until he could feel the smoke curl down his throat.

It wasn't the smoothest smoke, but Tom inhaled on it anyway, breathing it out his nose. He hadn't had a good smoke in a while, hadn't had the guts to steal any and certainly didn't have the money for them. He'd been bumming around town, getting what he could where he could, and meeting new people while he was at it.

Tom got off the street to smoke his cigar, giving his feet a rest. His left boot had a rock in it, anyway, giving him a limp every time he stepped. He hadn't bothered to remove it because he hadn't had a safe moment to take off his boot and dump it out - so he was stuck with it, for now.

He sat on the sidewalk like a bum, looking like one, too, and Tom figured that around this town, he was a bum. That was okay; he'd been eyeing up a farmhouse just outside of town. It was quaint, had a few workers already, and a wide open field begging to be tilled; even if the pay wasn't too good, farm food was filling and hearty. That would be payment enough, as far as he was concerned.

"That's my cigar you're smokin'." A voice to his left said, just bemused and good natured enough for Tom to look over, no defensiveness or fear in his expression, but still with an air of caution.

Tom looked him up and down, first. He was a big man, had to hunch over his long legs sitting down on the sidewalk like that, had stubble on his face and kind looking brown eyes, wavy hair that looked like it was blown wild by the wind. He had a broad chest and his shirt was tight around his arms; definitely not a man he wanted to piss off.

"You want it?" Tom offered, bringing it down from his lips with three fingers.

"Thank you. No." The big man chuckled, softly smiling at him. He stopped for a moment, then, his eyes appearing to give Tom the same treatment, looking him over. Tom took a drag of the cigar; something about the way the big man was looking at him making him want to hide his face.

The big man stared for a nother little while. "When's the last time you had a square meal, lil feller?"

Tom felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment at the question, looked away from the big man's face and refused to make eye contact. He took another drag of the cigar as an answer.

"That long, huh?" The man asked, and Tom's eyebrows furrowed in just a bit of frustration. Did the man expect him to reply? "You need any more cigars?"

Plenty. Tom wanted to grumble, but he stayed silent. He just offered the politest half smile he could muster and shook his head no. He had no idea who this man thought he was, anyway. One of those who thought going to church was gonna put clean clothes on his back and food on his plate, maybe.

"C'mon with me. I have a spread. It's not much of a place, but I'm well off. Meal and some hot coffee'll do you more good than that cigar."

Tom looked into his face and stared, like he had three heads. Who the hell did this man think he was? Strong enough to physically overpower him, sure, but they were on the street. What if he said no? He was going to say no. There was no way he was going with him.

Tom couldn't find his voice, but he just shook his head. He looked considerably more timid than he had meant to, although it probably wasn't a good idea to try and look tough around someone who could probably lift him one handed.

"Okay." The bigger man simply responded, sympathetically smiling at him. "You can find me round town most of the time. My spread's just a half a mile off the main road, down that way." The big man pointed, swinging his hand out, and Tom couldn't help but flinch, like he was going to be hit.

The big man stopped for a moment, looking at him up and down. Tom couldn't handle it; it was too much scrutiny. He had the urge to hide himself, not be a thing for the big man to examine, spout words of charity onto. Compelled by the urge to run away, Tom stood up. He forgot that he still had a rock in his boot, and his first step was a limp. He could already feel the big man looking at it, so as quick as he could, he walked away, probably somewhat of a run.

That damn rock was slowing him down, but he didn't mind. He just hoped the big man wasn't following him.

**

He was running out of luck. He was told he looked too scrawny for a farm job and too dirty for a job at the town restaurant as a waiter. Just about the only thing he was suited for was working in the bar, but there weren't any jobs open. About the only places left were the stable, hotel, and the store, but it was getting late. He needed to look around for a place to sleep, now.

There was an alleyway he'd been sleeping in, out of the way of everyone, an old army cot that had been thrown out in a little corner. It wasn't so bad; kept him from stealing the keys to a hotel room.

Tom rounded the corner to the alley way, swivelling with all his weight on his right foot, left one aching like hell. There was a man down the alleyway, leaning into a wall, looking down at the ground. He looked harmless enough, so Tom walked on past him.

The next thing he knew, he was getting pushed into a wall, pain radiating down his back. Words were practically screamed into his face, words he couldn't understand from the force he'd been assaulted with. When he could clearly feel the pain radiating through him, he heard a gruff "..your fuckin wallet" from his attacker. All Tom could muster in response with was a shriek, doubling over when the force sharply hit him in the abdomen.

A good kick to his knee sent him to the ground, then a fist hit over his head sent him unconscious.

He was only out for a minute or two, but when he was aware of the world again, he saw the face of his attacker near to his own, unconscious and with a bloody nose. Then, he felt arms on him, somebody hooking an arm under his knees and around his back, and as soon as they lifted him up, fear and panic set in.

Tom looked at the person carrying him with fearful, wide eyes, and he felt panic ripple all the way through his body. It was the big man who had talked to him on the street; instead of stopping to consider how the big man had helped him, Tom screamed and wailed and started kicking, but when that hurt his knees too much he used his fists.

He felt half out of his head, screaming and banging on a bigger man's chest, and it wasn't helping anything. He was being ignored by the man, just being steadily carried.

When he realized his punches weren't working, he hit as hard as could, just a few more times. On the last hit, he felt despair and terror take over him, felt his eyes start to sting. The pain made it worse, and he felt shaky and unsteady. Tom dug his hands into the big man's shirtfront and held on tight, tears tugging at the corner of his eyes.

He started to cry, shaking sobs leaving his mouth, vulnerable and trembling in a stranger's arms. He was hurting, too, pain pulsing through him.

"It's okay.. hey, it's okay. You're okay, you're safe. Okay? I got you, lil guy." The big man cooed, allowing him to cry, holding him tight. "I'll let you go, if you want, but you don't look strong enough to walk. You're bleeding."

Tom sniffled, then realized he tasted blood in the back of his throat. He was hurting; he couldn't walk on his own. The only place he had to sleep was the same back alley. Even if the man was going to do something to him, wherever he was taking him was probably safer than the alley.

"You want my help? You can say no, I know the owner of the hotel. I can get you a room overnight for free."

Tom whimpered, then tried to speak, coming out as a squeak. "I.. you can help.. if you want.."

"Okay. I've got you, alright? You're okay. Don't worry, lil fella. You're safe. My place is just a little farther." The big man cooed, softly speaking into his ear. "My name is Will. I'm a homesteader."

He didn't say anything more, but Tom felt like he was being asked to state his own. He shyly opened his mouth, then looked up at Will's face. He did his best not to notice how handsome he was.

"I'm Tom.." was all he could muster, still sniffling and heaving in deep breaths, although he wasn't crying anymore.

"Tom." Will repeated, hiking him up a little higher while carrying him up the front steps of his porch. "Okay, Tom. Can I put you down for a minute to open up my door? Can you stand?"

"I.. I think.." Tom answered, pain still radiating through his entire body.

"Okay. Here, hold onto me, okay?" Will started to gently put him down, letting Tom cling to his shirt. Tom let himself be put down, releasing himself from Will's arms. He watched Will unlock the door and push it open, then made a sweeping gesture with his arm for Tom to go in first.

Tom hesitantly moved forward, limping on his left leg; that damn rock was still in his boot. Will's house was humble, but big enough, with a nice kitchen, living room, and a little hallway with three doors. It smelled like firewood - he felt a little more at home.

"Come with me, okay? Let's get you cleaned up." Will told him, patting Tom on the shoulder and pointing towards one of the doors.

Tom hesitantly let himself be led into Will's house, and when Will pushed open the door, let Will lead him to the side of the tub and sit him down on the stool next to it. He watched Will move around the bathroom, grabbing a facecloth and what looked like a bar of soap, plus a bowl of water. He placed it on a table in the room, then pulled up a chair in front of Tom.

"Take your shirt off for me, okay?" Will said, hanging back from Tom for a moment.

Tom felt his heart sink to his stomach. Not now, not to this man, not here. He couldn't. The fear must've been painted on his face, because Will's eyes softened, his next words sweet and quiet. "Nevermind. I'll clean up that blood off your face. Might sting a little. After that, I'll let you do it yourself. Okay?"

Tom shyly nodded, feeling his cheeks get warm. What would Will think of him if he knew he hadn't been born a man?

Will gently tilted Tom's head back, tenderly brushing his hair back, off his forehead. Tom tried not to shiver into the touch. Then, Will tenderly started wiping down his face, taking special care around his bruises.

"All that you've been through lately and you still don't want much of a helping hand.. you're a strong fella. Maybe you need to remember that it's okay to ask for help." Will told him, rubbing the dirt off his face.

Tom stayed quiet. He had good reasons for not wanting Will to take off his shirt, and no good reasons to trust him a hundred percent.

Will didn't mind his silence, just firmly tilted and moved his head around until he could wipe off all the dirt and blood. Tom tensed up, but Will didn't touch him anywhere else, just set the cloth down next to the washbowl and gestured at it.

"I'm going to go make food. Flapjacks and cornmeal sound alright?"

Tom looked at him for a moment. He shyly smiled, just a little bit, nodding at him. "Thank you." He quietly said, almost embarrassed to say the words after he had kicked and screamed nearly the whole way here.

Will nodded at him, then left the room without another word, closing the door behind him to give Tom his privacy.

Tom stared at the door for a little while - when it was clear that Will had meant it, and he heard the sounds of Will rummaging around his kitchen, he relaxed. Will really was just trying to help.

Tom took off his shirt and laid it out on the table, then stopped at his bandages, debating. They weren't tight on him, and they were important for binding his chest. But they were filthy and were starting to smell bad.

He was injured. He could excuse it if he took some of Will's bandages. Will probably wouldn't mind.

By the time he got himself cleaned up and back into his clothes, the smell of fresh flapjacks was wafting into the room. When he left the room and peeked into the kitchen, Will was serving them onto a plate. And he had an apron on, too.

Will turned around and smiled at him, the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. Tom suddenly realized, too, that Will was about the prettiest man he'd ever seen. Tall, with wavy brown hair and kind eyes, brawny and big but with a little bit of softness in his stomach. He had strong hands and big arms, strong shoulders, nice legs.. he was perfect. And he had taken Tom home to take care of him.

"It ain't much of a quality meal, but that's bachelor cookin for ya. You look like you could use a square meal of any kind - eat hearty." Will encouraged him, gesturing to a chair at his kitchen table.

Tom blushed, couldn't think of any words to say. He wasn't afraid of Will anymore, but now he had a different problem; Will was gorgeous.

Tom sat down at the table, like Will told him to, flustered at the idea that he was following what Will told him to do. Will served him up a giant plate of flapjacks, cornmeal on the side.

Tom's eyes bulged; he forgot about Will, about a fork, about everything. He just grabbed a still hot flapjack in his hands, used it to scoop up some of the cornmeal, and stuffed it in his mouth. He didn't even care that Will was watching him, just stuffed so much food in his mouth that his cheeks puffed out and his plate was already a quarter empty.

Tom thought that Will would say something to him, but the man was just staring at him and his cheeks. Tom decided not to pay attention, just continued stuffing his face with food.

"Hungry, huh?" Will chuckled, watching in amazement as Tom swallowed down his food. "No problem, I made extra."

Tom waited until he was done with his mouthful to answer. "Sorry.. I haven't eaten since Carson City."

"You want some coffee?" Will asked him, gesturing at the pot on the stove.

Tom paused for a moment; the last time he'd seen coffee for sale, it was twenty five cents a pound. He was already in debt for the shelter, for the food, for the water and towels, and coffee was just too expensive. "No, it'll take me long enough to pay you back for just all this.."

"Pay me back?" Will asked, sounding genuinely confused. "Why are you gonna pay me back?"

"For the.. well.. for the food and.. don't you want me to pay you back?" Tom was confused too, even more when Will shook his head no.

"You haven't put me out of anything. Be my guest." Will smiled, using his fork to scoop up some cornmeal. "You need a fork?"

Tom shook his head while shoving another flapjack coated in cornmeal into his mouth. Will just chuckled at him and went back to eating his dinner.

"You thinking about getting a job round here?" Will looked up from his plate to ask, leaning closer to Tom.

"Been trying to. Nobody'll have me." Tom answered, reminded of the day he'd had, full of rejections.

"What happens if you don't get a job?" Will asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Tom shrugged. "I go on to the next town, I guess."

"What kind of a job?"

"Any. I prefer ranch work, but beggars can't be choosers, I guess.. already been to one of them farms outside of town n' got told I was too scrawny."

Will looked at him for a few solid seconds, the wheels turning in his mind. "How'd you like to work at the hotel? They're always short staffed."

Tom didn't connect that there was an offer implied; he just dumbly nodded his head. "That'd suit me fine. But who'd wanna hire a drifter like me?"

"You're not just a drifter. You're a kind lil' guy, I can tell." Will backed up his words by patting Tom on the shoulder; Tom felt his face burn scarlet and his heart swell. He stared at Will for a few moments before he could even think about replying.

"Thank you.." Tom managed to squeak out, doing his best not to trip over his words.

"Aw, do you not get complimented often? That's a shame. You're cute." Will watched in satisfaction as Tom turned red, even redder than he had been before. He wasn't just saying it to tease him, either - he meant it.

"Um.. I'll do the dishes. I mean, if you won't let me pay you back." Tom picked up the last of the cornmeal with his last flapjack and stuffed it in his mouth, then scrambled towards Will's sink. He had a pump set up, which meant he didn't have to run outside for water.

Will turned around and watched for a moment, admiring Tom from behind. He was a sweet man, and he had a nice looking body, too. He didn't know how to make a move on him without scaring him - he was so much bigger than the small man, he might run away screaming if Will even leaned over him.

He vowed to talk to his friend in the hotel and get Tom a job - maybe he could convince him to stay with him, too, sleep on his couch. Then, maybe he could sleep with him in his bed. Maybe he could take him into his arms, hold him close, whisper in his ear and run his hands over his body, nuzzle his neck and kiss his cheek, slipping his hands down his body to-

"Hey. Hey? Can I take your plate?" Tom asked him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Thank you." Will answered, handing over his empty plate.

Tom took it and went back to doing the dishes, but Will was still watching him, thinking.

"Do you want to sleep here for the night?" Will asked, watching for Tom's reaction. "You could sleep on the couch. Or if you're worried about your injuries.. I'd be happy to stay with you."

Will watched Tom slowly grasp the meaning of his words, then watched his face catch on fire. Tom wanted him, too; adorable.

"The couch sounds fine.. thank you." Tom smiled at him, sheepish looking, still a hint of fear in his eyes.

Will didn't want to push too hard, especially not on a man who'd just been physically assaulted. "Okay. I'll get you some blankets, alright? You're safe here."

Tom nodded, blushing a shade of pink; he was surprised to find that he believed it.

***

True to his word, Will had helped Tom get a job at the hotel. Will's friend Javier was the owner, and Tom had gone red and speechless when he heard how Will spoke about him, right next to him; he told him about how he had insisted on doing the dishes, even though he had been assaulted just an hour earlier, how he had insisted on paying him back for his hospitality, how he was an eager worker and a loyal one.

The pay wasn't bad, and tips came with the job, too. The boss - Javier to Will, Mr. Wilson to Tom, wasn't bad, either. He was a kind man, with somewhat of a no nonsense attitude when it came to running the hotel. Tom could work with that - he wanted above all else to impress Mr. Wilson, and maybe for some of the talk to get back to Will.

"Hey, Tom, could you sweep out the front room? Some cowhands just knocked a month's worth of trail dust off their boots in there." Mr. Wilson told him, pointing towards the hotel's front doors.

"Yes, sir!" Tom eagerly answered, excited to have something to do. Standing around waiting for customers to have questions or check into their rooms wasn't very exciting, but he still got paid for it.

Tom stopped to grab a broom on the way to the front room of the hotel, and his eyes widened when he saw the amount of dust coating the floor. Rocks, dirt, dust, dried leaves.. what a mess. He started sweeping, scrunching his nose so he wouldn't inhale any of it. He thought as he swept, thinking about Will.

The man was the definition of a selfless, hard worker. And Tom could cook. So, why didn't he make dinner for him?

He didn't want to cook something Will didn't like, though.. he had only known him for a day or two. But any man out here liked a good plate of steak and potatoes, and if they didn't, they were crazy. But cooking him a meal felt too domestic, like they knew eachother on a deeper level, like he was his husband..

Was he crazy to think that Will would ever want to be anything to him? To think that he would ever want him like that?

Well, he could dream, anyway. And cooking him supper after taking care of him, getting him a job and letting him stay in his house was the least he could do.

He couldn't stop thinking about Will's offer for them to share a bed.. or was it even an offer? Had he misinterpreted it?

Whatever it was, he wanted it. He wanted to cuddle up under Will's arms and kiss him, feel it as he kissed his neck and snuggled his body against Will's big, sturdy, warm one. He would hold him in his arms, kiss his neck until Tom turned around and kissed his lips, would whisper "Can I fuck you, doll?" and slip his hands down to touch Tom's..

Tom stepped on a leaf and the crunch broke him out of his thoughts. He kept sweeping, silently praising whatever God was up there that he couldn't get visibly aroused.

"Hey, Tom?" Mr. Wilson said from behind him, making Tom look over his shoulder. "When you're done here, you can go. Say hi to Will for me."

"Thank you, sir. I will." Tom smiled, then eagerly went back to sweeping.

He hurried, careful to still do a good job, but doing as good of a job as he could as fast as he could. Will had told him that he might get home after he did, because he had some ranch work to do, some fences to fix.

What if Will could come home to a good dinner, a kiss on the mouth and a good sleep? Tom was especially glad to kiss him on the mouth - and do more than that.

As soon as Tom finished up sweeping the front room, he swung by the closet he had taken the broom from and put it back. One wave goodbye at Mr Wilson, and he was gone, happily walking back to Will's house.

He hoped his cooking skills still held up, and that Will had enough food in the house for him to make something - he'd do his best, anyway.

**

It was hard work, fixing fences out in the hot sun, especially with no help. Lugging wire, good quality wood posts, nails and a hammer around wasn't the easiest thing to do. Will was sore and tired, but happy the day was done.

He took a leisurely walk home, dragging the bag of supplies behind him because he couldn't be bothered to carry it. His mind drifted, as it often did, to how nice it would be to relax in his own home, eat a good meal and go on to bed. Only, he wouldn't be alone in the house - Tom had probably gotten home before he did.

Oh, that man was going to be the death of him. He was adorable, kind, helpful, and Will had such a soft spot in his heart for him, his heart may have been melting. Tom wanted a job so he could pay him back for his hospitality - Will made sure he knew that he wouldn't accept any of Tom's money. Tom had said something about paying him back in "other ways", and Will was excited to find out what those ways were. Other men had house wives, but having a house husband didn't sound like such a bad thing.

Of course, having a cute little thing like Tom at home was something Will wanted regardless of what Tom did for him. Just to come home and be able to dote on a man like that was enough.

As he got closer and closer to his home, he got more and more excited about seeing Tom - and he started to smell something good. It got stronger, but he couldn't tell what it was until he got to the door - steak and potatoes. Good quality, too. He thought his nose was deceiving him until he walked through the door and saw Tom in the kitchen, with an apron on.

"Tom?" Will called out, shutting the door behind him.

"Hi!" Tom called back, poking his head out of the kitchen to look at Will. "I made you dinner."

"You made me dinner?" Will repeated, incredulous.

"Hope you like steak and potatoes." Tom blushed, suddenly sheepish and shy. Maybe he should've asked first.

Will stared, for a moment, looking around the kitchen. Tom had done all the dishes, except the pan he'd used to cook the steaks and the pot he'd used for the potatoes. The steaks were beautiful, crusted with salt and pepper and seared with butter, and the potatoes were just as amazing looking. He'd eat dinner, he'd help Tom do dishes and then he would kiss him on the mouth and drop to his knees to repay him. He'd slip his hands up his hips and take off his shirt, caress his shoulders and back and..

"Sorry.. I, um, I.. should've asked first before.."

Will shook his head. "No. No, not at all, this is such a nice surprise, I.. thank you. Thank you so much. It looks delicious.. where did you learn to cook?"

Tom blushed, all butterflies inside from Will's words. "My pa taught me.."

"Your pa taught you good." Will complimented him, smiling at the way Tom's face went bright red. He clearly wasn't used to compliments.

Tom got shy and quiet, after that, pointed at the table and silently demanded for Will to sit down, then served him a plate of food. Will waited until Tom had gotten his own and sat down beside him to start eating.

"How was work? Javier treating you alright?" Will asked, once Tom had a mouthful of food. It was cute to watch him get all flustered, doing his best to respond fast.

"Was good.. Mr Wilson's a nice boss. Pays good, too. Asked me to say hi to you before I left."

"Where do you want to sleep tonight? It can get kinda cold out here, you know.." Will smiled at Tom, wide, trying his best to hint at him, but Tom's eyes just went so wide and scared that Will added "..and I can get you an extra blanket, if you need."

Will decided to try again tomorrow.

**

Will made it home first, the next day. He wondered if Tom was already swamped in work - Javier was a nice guy, and he was efficient. There was always something to do around the hotel. Tom would probably be tired when he got back - so why didn't Will return the favor and have dinner waiting for him?

He wasn't sure what Tom liked, but he could take a guess, if his pa was a cook. Chilli seemed like a safe bet - good trail food, and slightly classier than sowbelly and beans.

Will put on the apron that Tom had looked so cute in and got busy in the kitchen, hoping that he would look as good in it to Tom as Tom had looked to him. He was a good looking guy - to women. He wasn't sure how he looked to men. But he was sure a cute guy like Tom looked good to everyone.

He wondered if he could get Tom to sleep in his bed tonight; he didn't want to try anything funny, just wanted to hold the smaller man in his arms and hold him still a while. Tom always seemed to be on the move, or nervous - Will wanted him to relax.

Cooking the chilli was easy - onions, beef, beans, potatoes, carrots, whatever he had in storage. Finding all the spices was the hard part. They were scattered around, for some reason, in unlabeled, airtight jars. By the time he was done adding them to the pot, his apron was a mess, dusty with salt, pepper, chilli powder, cayenne, everything.

The chilli smelled great, tasted great, and when he was finally satisfied with it, he sighed in approval. As if on cue, Tom opened the front door right then.

The first thing Tom did when he saw him was giggle, then smile, then laugh. Will looked down to find he wasn't just dusted in chilli powder, he was coated in it, with his own fingerprints stained into the apron.

"I made chilli." Will told Tom, giggling while he said it.

"So I see." Tom giggled back, grinning and amused. "You fought a war, too?"

"And lost." Will agreed, sighing and shaking his head. "You hungry?"

"Starved. Specially for chilli.. when did I tell you it was my one of my favorite foods?"

"You didn't. I guessed." Will answered, beaming from the confirmation. "If your pa's a chef, he musta made chilli more n' sowbelly n' beans."

Tom blushed and nodded. He went right past Will and eagerly started filling a bowl with chilli, moving like he was half starved.

"Javier have you runnin around today?" Will guessed, receiving a small "yeah" while Tom dug into his bowl.

"Didn't realize that it was nearly the trail hands roundup. We're gonna be swamped in business pretty soon - Mister Wilson has me runnin around replacin' things and cleaning every corner of the hotel."

"Eat hearty, then. Do you work tomorrow?" Will asked, dishing his own bowl, looking halfway back at Tom.

"No, got the day off." Tom told him, then stuffed another spoonful of chilli in his mouth. "Work the day after tomorrow, though."

"No need for you to sleep on the couch tonight, then.." Will murmured, half to himself.

Tom heard it and blushed, but turned himself to face all the way towards Will. "Why d'you want me to sleep in your bed so bad?"

"I worry about you getting cold out here." Will answered, feeling his cheeks get a little warm, too.

Tom stayed silent for a moment. He thought about it; what did he have to lose? And he wanted to, too.

"..yeah. Alright.. If you're sure you're okay with it, I won't sleep on the couch t'night."

Will couldn't wait; he kept quiet, the happiness apparent on his face. He and Tom ate in silence, both buzzing in excitement and anticipation, and a little bit of nervousness.

**

Tom was in bed, first. Will had to do something in the barn - Tom suspected it was an excuse to give him time to settle in and turn off the lights. Will was perceptive enough to know he didn't like undressing in front of anyone, especially not being vulnerable, but he still didn't know why. Tom was grateful he hadn't asked, either.

Still, in the back of Tom's mind, he wondered if Will was planning to make a move - he hoped, in the back of his mind, that Will would make a move. But he was too scared to make one himself, or to think about how he would react. He wanted Will - but did Will want him?

And even if he did, what was he going to do about it?

Tom didn't know. And maybe Will just wanted him to sleep in a proper bed - he couldn't lie, the couch was a little hard on his back.

Will's bed was comfortable. Comfortable enough he almost regretted not sleeping in it sooner.

By the time Will came in and started stripping down for bed, Tom was laying down, comfy, breathing steady and had his eyes closed like he was already asleep. He didn't glance at Will, just felt it when he climbed into the bed next to him, pulling the covers up to his chin.

Will didn't say anything, but Tom could feel himself being scrutinized. He tried not to tense up or react when he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder, simply touching him, warming up his skin. He felt the hand run up to his head, and he did his best not to blush when Will gently brushed back the hair in his eyes.

When Will settled down next to him, Tom very slowly, carefully maneuvered himself towards Will and put his head on the man's chest. He curled his legs up and nuzzled into him, then stayed completely still, refocusing on his breathing so he'd appear asleep. He waited to see what Will would do.

Will froze in place for a moment, stared at him for a moment. When Will determined he was fast asleep, he slipped an arm gently around his shoulders and held him a little closer, letting him cuddle into his chest.

Tom wanted to roll over and drape himself on top of him, kiss him and go down on him, but.. he had taken off his bandages and settled for a baggy shirt to sleep in, and if he rolled over, Will would notice that he was different.

Tom decided to nuzzle further back into him and let himself sleep. He'd deal with whatever situation they ended up in the next day in the morning.

Tom fell asleep with the comforting weight of Will's arm around his shoulders, his chest a soft, warm pillow under his head. Will fell asleep with his heart aflutter, holding a pretty, sweet man under his arm.

***

When Tom woke up, he didn't know where he was. All he knew was he was comfortable, and there was something or someone warm and cozy behind him.

When he felt a hand rub his shoulder, gently, Tom was alarmed for a moment. He opened his eyes, looked up, then realized it was Will.

"Hi.." Tom murmured, shyly blushing at him. He forgot to hide his interest in the man - or maybe he just wasn't afraid of him anymore.

"Hi." Will purred, smiling down at the man in his arms. "Um, you rolled into me in your sleep, I.."

"Wasn't asleep." Tom giggled, looking away from Will.

"Oh?" Will's lips started to turn up in a smile, and he gently rubbed Tom's shoulder. "You wanted me to touch you?"

"I, um.." Tom blushed redder, squirming under Will's arm. "Yeah."

"You like me, huh?" Will purred, but Tom didn't reply. His boldness had run out. He just shyly nodded, turning redder by the second, fidgeting and squirming. "I like you, too."

Tom felt himself swell up with embarrassment; his cheeks were burning hot and bright, and he felt himself tensing up, shyly melting into Will's body. "Um.. I wanna.." Tom couldn't finish his sentence, too shy to. He shook his head, unable to communicate what he wanted.

Will understood what he was trying to say. He leaned down and gently, very gently, placed a kiss on Tom's forehead. Tom wriggled up into it.

"I'll take it as far as you wanna take it, honey. You gotta talk to me and tell me what you want, okay?"

"...can I kiss you?" Tom near whispered, blushing while he said it.

"Of course. C'mere." Will purred, still gently rubbing Tom's shoulder.

Tom slowly turned himself over, stared at Will's face for a moment. He looked for hesitation, for uncertainty, for anything, but Will just stared at him expectantly, a smile on his face. Tom shuffled up and hesitated for a moment staring at Will. Will was solid and just kept looking at him, a gentle, sweet smile on his face.

Tom shuffled up and gently kissed him, first on the corner of his lips, more onto his cheek, then shuffled further up to him and kissed him on the lips. Will gently returned the kiss, still allowing Tom to guide him, and Tom squeaked in delight, happily nuzzling his head into the kiss.

Will wanted to tell Tom how cute he was, how sweet he was, but he kept quiet in case it would embarrass the young man, just let him kiss him and nuzzle him and make happy little noises as he did it.

Will reached out a hand and hovered it over Tom's shoulder, silently asking if he could touch him, but Tom firmly set it back by his side. Will figured that was his answer, and he chuckled, but he didn't question it. He just kept his arms by his side and let Tom kiss him, moving at his own pace.

"How.. um.." Tom broke the kiss, looked up at Will's face. "Stop me.. if I go too far."

"Okay, I will, honey. I will. Go ahead." Will spread his legs out a little bit and gave Tom better access to himself, to anything he wanted.

In Tom's mind, he was here for a limited time, because he assumed Will would kick him out of the house as soon as he found out the way he was born. So he had to make the best of it while it lasted.

Tom pressed kisses all the way down Will's shirt, kissed him on top of his stomach, nuzzled his chest, caressed his sides with his hands. Will seemed to appreciate the attention, let him touch him and kiss him, his breathing getting a little faster. He kept his hands off Tom, but had to scrunch his fingers into the sheets to do it.

Tom touched his chest almost feverishly, groping and grabbing at him while he pressed kisses all over his stomach, working him up with his teasing. By the time Tom was kissing the underside of his belly and groping his thighs, Will had an idea of what he was doing, and succeeding at, for he was hard as a rock and gasping every time Tom touched him, by the time he got down to his lower half.

"Can I.." Tom started, considering his words carefully. "Um.. can I touch.. it?"

"You can touch it, or suck it, if you want." Will nodded, enjoying the way Tom turned red at his bluntness. Will pulled the blankets a little further down so he could see Tom kissing and touching him.

Tom looked up at him, but just blushed, didn't try to hide himself. He moved with just a little bit of uncertainty, placing his hands over Will's fly - Will had to laugh a little bit. He slept in his jeans because he found it warmer and more comfortable than his leg hair rubbing against his sheets, and because the fly was difficult to button up in a hurry, which was a problem, because Will often woke up for things late.

He groaned as Tom cupped his bulge through his jeans with gentle, careful fingers, softly squeezing him and shivering in happiness when he moaned, but Will had to bite his tongue when Tom started attempting to unbutton his fly. He did his best to hold down his widening grin of amusement and hold back his chuckles, but Tom still noticed, helplessly looking up at him with his fingers wedged between the buttons of his jeans.

"Let me help." Will giggled, gently placing his hands on top of Tom's.

It felt extremely intimate, guiding Tom's fingers with his own to help him open up his fly, guiding his hand to gently squeeze his cock over his boxers and then guiding him to pull them down. He guided Tom's fingers to wrap around his shaft, encouraged him to squeeze, then let go and put his hands by his sides.

Tom handled his cock gently, plush lipped and looking at it like he was seeing one for the first time. He was cupping it in his hand so gently that the touch was almost tortuous, feather light like Tom was terrified of accidentally hurting him. Will would've assumed Tom was cruelly teasing and intentionally torturing him if the young man didn't look so inexperienced. He stayed quiet for as long as he could take it while Tom touched his cock, then finally clasped his hand around Tom's and directed him to squeeze.

Will briefly considered that it was a little odd Tom didn't seem to know how much pressure to put on his cock, or that trailing fingertips over his shaft wouldn't do much of anything - did Tom not touch himself? Or was he just that nervous?

Will dismissed the thought and simply guided Tom to stroke him properly, enjoying the type of wonder in Tom's eyes as he groaned and gasped, first for Tom's benefit and then genuinely, shivering into Tom's touches. He took his hand off Tom's to let him do it himself, immediately moaning in gratitude at the feeling of Tom touching him like that, gripping his cock and stroking him up and down.

He did his best to just watch and not say anything, but when Tom took his hand away from his cock, Will couldn't help but whine.

Tom unexpectedly and boldly replaced his hand with his lips, flushed in embarrassment but looking hopefully up at Will's face. Will couldn't help but stare intently at the bulge his cock was making in the side of Tom's mouth, then moaned when he felt his warm, wet plush mouth tightening around his shaft, tongue licking at the head of his cock.

"Fuck.. good boy.." Will murmured without thinking, arching his back and pressing his cock a little further inside Tom's mouth. He heard and felt Tom make a happy, aroused little noise around him, then realized when he'd said before he was unable to think, Tom's mouth sucking him harder and deeper.

"Good boy.." Will gasped again, squirming under Tom's mouth. His fingers were gripping hard into the sheets, gripping so tight his knuckles were going white, doing his best to keep his hands off Tom's hair. "I.. mm.."

After the words left his mouth, he looked down and saw Tom slowing his pace, checking up at his eyes to make sure he was okay. He figured that Tom must've had a thing for praise, or that he was truly unsure whether or not he was doing a good job. As soon as Will murmured "You're doing so good, honey..", Tom purred and doubled his efforts in sucking his cock, licking and teasing his tip.

"Tom, I.. I'm.. oh.." Will closed his eyes and couldn't help the way his hands dug into Tom's hair, pushing him further into his cock while he came, spilling his cum down Tom's throat. Tom didn't seem to mind all that much, swallowing around him as best he could, gagging around his cock but keeping it in his mouth until all of Will's cum ran down his throat.

Tom took his mouth off Will's cock, slowly, then laid his head down on Will's lower belly, mouth slightly open, licking his lips in satisfaction.

"Can I touch you now?" Will asked, lightly panting, looking down at Tom's cute head, settled by his cock.

"Um.." Tom blushed, his eyes widening in fear. "I'm not.. I don't think.."

"Not ready for it yet?" Will asked, and Tom nodded. Will was a little confused how Tom could be ready to suck his cock and swallow down his cum but not be ready for Will to touch him or see him shirtless, but he decided not to question it, just pet Tom's hair and said "Okay, that's okay.", meaning it.

"I'm.. sorry, real sorry, I just.." Tom looked away, trying to find the words to explain himself.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. There's no reason you have to do anything, honey. What do you say we get up and make coffee?" Will purred, smiling when Tom blushed and squirmed.

"Yeah... I'd like that." Tom replied, nodding his head. He suddenly seemed to think of something, however, and looked up at Will's face with concern. "Um, one thing.. what are we?"

"Well.. are you planning to stay around here for a while?" Will asked, and Tom nodded. "We're whatever this is.." Will waved a hand vaguely at his spent cock and Tom's head, laid inches away from it on his belly. "..and whatever we make of it as long as you're around."

"Sounds fair." Tom nodded, comfortably nodding at Will's answer.

"I'm gonna get up and make that coffee.. you can join me or take a nap in here, it's up to you. I know tomorrow's gonna be busy for you." Will gently pushed Tom's head off his stomach, then pulled his boxers and jeans back over his waist, arching his back to button them back up.

Tom blushed, watching Will get up. He couldn't join him right then - not without putting on his bandages and hiding his chest. "Gonna stay here for a while.. I'm tired."

"Okay, honey. Can I kiss you?" Will asked, leaning over Tom.

"Yeah.. still got your, um.. taste.. on my tongue, though." Tom giggled, shyly reddening at the words.

"That's okay." Will purred, slowly leaning down. He cupped Tom's jaw in hand and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, massaging Tom's mouth with his own. Tom smelled so good, tasted so good, even with his own spunk on his tongue. Will wanted to return the favor and make him feel good, too, kiss his body all over and touch him intimately and thoroughly, but he could wait for his chance.

When Will pulled back from Tom's lips, the younger man almost refused to let him go. When he looked Tom in the eye, he saw a sort of longing desire, with a sparkle of lust - but regret, like he couldn't act on it but desperately wanted to. Will didn't know what to make of it, so he gave Tom another kiss on the lips and pulled away, sweetly smiling at him.

"There'll be coffee for you when you get up, okay? Take your time." Will let go of his jaw, smiling down at him. Tom smiled back.

Tom waited until Will had left the room to get up from the bed, walking over to where he had put his clothes. He had stolen one of Will's oversized ones to sleep in because he had been worried about Will seeing his chest, but it was so oversized, the sight was comical. Quickly glancing towards the door, Tom took it off and hurriedly wrapped his bandages around his chest, frequently glancing back at the door.

When he left the room, he saw Will sipping on a cup of coffee, made in a pot as promised. He wasn't sure what to say, and Will looked content, so he just smiled at him and advanced forward, taking the empty cup Will had set out for him and filling it with coffee.

The two drank their coffee in silence, perhaps glowing from their newly shared experience, no more tension in the air between them to make their actions awkward and calculated. Tom was about ready to tell him and shoot his shot - the way Will's eyes were sparkling at him told him that Will may not mind so much.

Just as Tom was about to speak up to Will and shyly come out, there was a frantic knock at Will's door.

"C'mon in!" Will yelled, and the door pushed open. In walked a freckle faced boy, about eleven or twelve.

The boy walked in quickly, excited, a smile on his face. "Mister Wilson gimme a half dollar piece to come and tell Tom that he needs him, bad! The trailhands came in a day early."

Tom took it as a saving grace, a blessing from God. He had communicated his feelings to Will, sucked his cock, confirmed that Will liked him, too, and now he could go to work and stay in a hotel room until he got enough money to move on to Texas. He wouldn't have to tell Will about any body parts he had or didn't have, didn't have to deal with the incredulous questions and wide eyed stares.

Tom hurriedly muttered an apology to Will, drank as much coffee as he could, then followed the boy out the door and happily ran away to go work.

**

Will had been a little disappointed when Tom left for work, but he did understand. Javier was a friend of his, and he was glad Tom was helping him out, especially during the roundup. But he couldn't get his mind off what had happened in his bed - couldn't stop wondering if maybe he'd done something wrong. Tom was a mighty skittish man by nature, so maybe he just needed more time to think it all through.

He'd watched the clock closely, doing meaningless little things around the house, cleaning things that had already been cleaned, washing barely dirty clothes, til five - that was when he started watching it even closer. Every minute that ticked by made him more nervous - Tom was coming home, wasn't he?

By six o'clock, he hadn't even made anything to eat. He was sitting at his kitchen table, idly whittling down a piece of wood with his pocket knife.

Will wondered if Tom would be embarrassed if he showed up at the hotel. Maybe it was overbearing, not his place to do even if he had helped Tom get the job - on the other hand, he could always say he was just coming to visit Javier.

Will's mind kept returning to his encounter with Tom in his bed - kissing those soft lips, feeling them in a different way around his sensitive bits, watching him delicately handle him like that.. he wanted so badly to do the same, to make him feel so good.

When so much time had passed that Will didn't want to look at the clock and think about how much of the day he'd wasted, he resolved to go to the hotel and check up on Tom.

It took much too long to walk to the hotel, so Will took his horse and rode out - it still felt too long, even though he could see the front of the hotel in five minutes.

Will tied his horse outside, then practically ran through the hotel front door, stampeding inside like he was a trailhand or something.

He looked around the hotel, then realized Javier was looking at him, confused, blinking.

"Herd of buffalo hasn't come through here, if that's what you're after." Javier helpfully stated, making Will's expression sour, just a little bit.

"Lookin for the little feller. Tom." Will hurriedly explained, eyes still darting all around the hotel.

"He's in the spare room I keep open for employees. Looked bushed, to me." Javier pointed left, and Will just muttered his thanks and high tailed it in that direction.

Will stopped short at the door, quickly glancing behind him to see if Javier minded him going in the employees only area. He was a bold man who would say something if he was uncomfortable with it; but he didn't see him, so it appeared Javier had chosen to turn a blind eye.

Will stood outside the door a moment, listening to the sound of somebody rustling things around inside, walking on the floor. He knocked on the door, loud and clear - he'd never been this nervous before. Tom was really something special. There was a pause from inside, a cease of movement, and then Tom heard the floorboards creaking, steps coming towards the door.

He saw Tom open the door, looking down because of how tired and drained he was, then slowly watched him look up, gazing over him to see who he was. Tom's cheeks went pink, and he froze.

"Hi." Will murmured, his voice coming out sweet and smooth like honey.

"Hi.. um.. I'm sorry, I just.. I didn't have the energy to walk back, and I didn't wanna get.. robbed again, and.." Tom started frantically explaining himself, but Will gently put a hand on his chin and stopped him, gently caressing his skin with his fingers. Tom's skin felt so soft.. so warm.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're safe here.. can I come in?" Will asked, gesturing inside the hotel room.

"Yeah.. please." Tom shyly nodded, opening the door up a little wider and backing up so Will could step in.

Will slowly came in, checking behind him to see if Javier was going to yell at him. When he saw that he wasn't, he just leaned on the door and shut it behind him, looking forward at Tom.

"So, um.. yeah, come in. You, um.."

"Hey.." Will started, the thoughts churning in his mind like they'd been churning ever since Tom hadn't let him take his shirt off. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything, Will." Tom breathed, looking nervous and fidgety just by his eyes.

"Tom, you.. is there some reason you don't want me to see your body? I mean, it's your choice, but.. if you'll tell me what's wrong, I'm sure, um.. well, I wanna help you out with your confidence. You look really good.."

Tom sighed and looked down at the ground as though he were ashamed - through his exhaustion, a hint of terror was left unguarded, plainly flashing through Tom's eyes. But there was no good reason to keep it from Will - and if their relationship was to go any farther, he needed to tell him. Stringing him along like this was cruel - or, at least, that was what Tom told himself.

"Will, I.." Tom started, looking away. "I.. um, I wasn't.. born as a man."

Will looked at him a moment - Tom hardly glanced at his eyes, expecting to see anger, mostly looking down at the floor - but when he looked Will in the eyes, he saw only wonder, genuine curiousity.

"You mean.. you were born as a girl?" He clarified, and Tom nodded.

It all made sense now - why Tom refused to let him take his shirt off, why he was evasive about his background, maybe even why he knew how to cook - although, his dad really could've been a chef. It made sense now, why Tom had handled his cock like a delicate piece of glass, like he'd never seen one before - he probably hadn't. It made sense why he hadn't wanted Will to touch him.

"Yeah, and.. I still have, um.. mismatching body parts. But I'm a man. I don't know why, I just am." Tom murmured, shuffling his feet, staring down at the floor. Fuck. It was so much harder to tell Will than any other person he'd ever told - Will mattered to him. Mattered a lot.

"So you've got.. different parts." Will reasoned aloud, waving his hands towards Tom to gesture what he meant. "But you're a man."

"Y-yeah.." Tom murmured, sullenly looking at the ground. He jolted in nervousness when he felt a gentle hand on his chin, tilting his head to look up. Will had gotten closer to him, was standing in arms reach, gently touching him, smiling at him.

"Thanks for telling me." Will genuinely told him, soothingly purring the words. "You're still a man. And I still like you a lot. Do you still like me?"

Tom looked at him for a moment to determine if he was serious or not - Will had a perfectly serious expression on his face, a gentle smile of adoration meeting Tom's nervous one.

"I.. yeah. I like you a lot.. a whole lot." Tom nodded, carefully choosing his words incase it was just temporary, expecting Will to yell at him or call him a freak any second - but he didn't.

"Well. Would you like to pick up where we left off this morning?" Will asked, making sure his tone was gentle and sweet, giving Tom the option to say no. But Tom nodded and blushed at him - then, he gently took Will's hand from his side and set it on his chest, pressing down.

"Can I take your shirt off, honey?" Will asked, keeping his hands still for the moment.

"Yeah.. um, come here, first." Tom took Will's hand and started leading him towards his bed, blush getting deeper, warmer. He sat down on the bed and directed Will to sit down next to him, only a little bit nervous. He got an encouraging smile, then started to undo his buttons, slowly taking off his shirt.

Tom let his arms slip out, tossing the shirt on the floor. And he was left in his bandages.

"Can I.." Will asked without saying the words, gesturing towards Tom's chest.

"Y-yeah.. I've never really.. done this before." Tom confessed, fidgeting. Will appeared uncertain for a moment, checking Tom's face for any signs of nervousness, but Tom just took his hands from his sides and placed them on his chest again. "You can."

"Okay, honey.." Will purred, and he gently started unwrapping Tom's bandages - he was being as gentle and careful as he was the first night he had carried Tom home - even as Will unwrapped some of his most sensitive, private areas, Tom felt utterly and completely safe, cared for, loved, seen, heard.

Will placed his bandages to the side and took a good look at Tom's chest. Beautiful. he thought, continuing to stare. Perfect for such a handsome man.

"You really think so?" Tom sputtered, and Will blushed - he hadn't meant to say it out loud. But he supposed it wasn't so bad.

"Of course I think so.. Can I touch you here?" Will asked, gesturing towards Tom's chest.

"Yeah.. you can." Tom shyly smiled at Will, shuffling closer to him. He let out a little noise when he felt Will's hands cup his chest and gently rub his nipples, teasing him, but sweetly, softly. Tom squirmed a little, squirmed towards Will, though - that was a good sign.

"Can I take these off, Tom, honey?" Will purred, gently rubbing his hands down Tom's chest to touch his trousers, play with his belt.

"Yeah.. please." Tom nodded, nervously smiling at him.

Tom laid back on the bed and let Will take off his trousers, blushing as he lifted his legs. Will gently pushed them apart and crawled on top of the bed, settling between them. He spread them further, and made a little sound like a squeak when Will hooked his fingers in his boxers.

Will looked up at him to silently ask for permission, and received a shaky nod of approval. He let go of Tom's boxers for a moment and lifted his shirt up to reveal his stomach, then gently pressed kisses to his skin, nuzzling his face into him, tickling Tom's skin with his stubble.

When Will pulled back, Tom was left with a smile on his face, less shaky and unsure than before.

Will touched the band of his boxers, gently, and played with it for a moment, looking between it and Tom's face. "Can I take these off?"

"Y-yeah.." Tom replied, blushing and looking away.

"We don't have to. It's okay." Will purred, sweetly smiling at Tom's face.

"No, I want to.. I trust you." Tom replied, sweetly and sheepishly smiling at him.

"Oh, honey.. perfect boy.." Will gently started to pull down Tom's boxers, glancing at his face every so often. He didn't look up until he'd taken Tom's boxers all the way off his ankles and tossed them off the bed; then he looked up and his eyes popped at what he saw.

Tom wasn't lying - Will hadn't expected him to have been lying, but though he had known what to expect, it was still a shock to see it firsthand. Tom had a cunt - it was slick and wet, and his folds were beautiful and enticing. His clit was hard and wet, bigger than he'd ever seen one. It was like a cock - a very small one.

"Um.. do you like it?" Tom nervously giggled, squirming under Will's intense gaze.

"Yeah.. it's gorgeous." Will answered, gently spreading Tom's legs a little further open to see his cunt better. "Can I touch you?"

"Yeah.." Tom blushed, finding it nearly impossible to stay still. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt Will's fingers gently trail up his folds, wetting his fingers in slick. "Mm.. a-ah.."

"Can I.. put my fingers, um, inside you?" Will asked, gently rubbing Tom's cunt, spreading the slick to his folds, rubbing his clit, gently putting pressure down on his pussy, teasing him with his fingertips.

"Please." Tom quickly answered, holding his hips up towards Will's hand, shifting his legs back and forth.

"Okay, honey.." Will purred, and he gently rubbed his fingers up and down, mesmerized by the way Tom's wet folds felt on his fingertips. Tom made a noise when he slid his fingers inside him, rocking his hips in encouragement. Will was totally entranced, gently slid his fingers in and out of his cunt, watched his cunt stretch around his fingers and get his hand wet, smearing against his palm. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. So wet, too.. my fingers feel good, baby?"

"Yeah.. r-really good.." Tom's breathing was shaky, his eyes shut, completely relaxed and vulnerable, legs spread wide, chest bare - completely trusting. Will felt honored.

"Have you been touched like this before?" He asked, and when Tom opened his mouth to answer, he rubbed his clit, grinning like a fool at the sound of his words turning into a moan.

"N-no.. just me, sometimes.." Tom answered, his cheeks turning bright red.

"Can I use my mouth?" Will purred, rubbing his thumb around Tom's clit.

"Yeah, if you want.. how would y- aah! Oh.. mmh.." Tom cried out when Will put his lips around his clit and sucked, squirming under Will's tongue, instinctively grinding on Will's fingers. "Mmm..."

Will took out his fingers and gripped Tom's thighs with his hands, spreading apart his legs so he could focus his attention up and down Tom's folds and lap at his clit with his tongue, holding the squirming young man as still as he could.

Tom didn't look down, just moaned and put his hands in Will's hair, holding him in place. It felt so good, so right, Will's stubble scratching the inside of his thighs, his lips soft and gentle around his folds, tongue nice and rough and wet, rubbing his clit.. Tom came with a gasp, instinctively locking Will's head in place, grinding on his lips and making little sounds of pleasure as he came, focusing on how good it felt, how amazing he felt.

When he was panting and lucid enough to notice the world around him again, Tom released Will's head and let his body droop into the bed, laying flat. He didn't want to look down, didn't want to see Will's sweet, handsome smile, didn't want to look at his wet lips and satisfied eyes and say something stupid, beg for something he wasn't sure he wanted, but..

Tom couldn't resist looking down; he found Will staring up at him with an almost smug grin, much like a satisfied cat.

"Fuck me." He begged before he could think about it, needy and desperate and wanting, his attention going to how wet he was.

Will stared at him for a moment to determine if he was serious, blushing bright red when he realized he was. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I want you.." Tom blushed, feeling like a slut as he spread his legs out, rocking his hips up towards Will to try and seduce him into it. "Please?"

"Okay.. but I want you on top of me. It's your first time, right?" Will murmured, gently rubbing Tom's thighs. Tom shyly nodded, blushing, looking away. "Okay. I want you to control the pace, honey.."

"Okay.." Tom sat up and gently guided Will to lay down on his back, hesitantly smiling at him, trying his best to look confident and sexy. He placed his hand down on Will's bulge and squeezed, gently, relishing in the little gasp that came out, the hardness under his hand. "You really liked doing that, didn't you?"

"Yeah.. you're so hot." Will purred, feeling a shiver of arousal go down his spine as he watched Tom squeeze and play with his bulge. "Was my dick the first one you've ever seen?"

"Could you tell?" Tom asked, looking up at Will, all plush lipped and adorable.

Will chuckled, then nodded, smiling at Tom's adorable face. "I could tell you were a virgin."

"H-have you ever..?" Tom asked, nervously shifting, a little uncertain.

"Oh, I have. You're in good hands, darling.. I'll be sweet to you." Will promised him, and Tom smiled, completely trusting.

"Okay. But.. take off your clothes, first." Tom gestured towards his shirt and trousers.

"Maybe you'd like to do that for me?" Will leaned back, his lips mischievously turning up.

"Maybe." Tom licked his lips, glancing down at what he was being offered. "Can I?"

"I dunno, can you?" Will got a glare for that, but he only giggled. He laid back into the bed and let Tom take the lead, eagerly buttoning down his shirt and opening up his trousers, going fast like he was being rushed. "Woah, boy." Will held out his hand, gently stopping him. Tom looked up at him scared, afraid of what he had done wrong. "You didn't do nuthin wrong. Just slow down a lil, boy. We got all night. You're safe here. Alright?"

"Ain't worried.. I just need ya awful bad." Tom practically whimpered, blushing while he desperately squirmed. Will could see the need in his eyes, and the amount of slick that had gathered between his legs. He really was desperate.

"Okay, hun." Will purred, lifting up his hips so Tom could slide his bottoms off. Tom looked at him for a moment, his eyes practically shining. "Don't be shy." Will teased, rocking his hips.

Tom yanked off his trousers and underwear in a pile, eagerly tossing it off the bed. Will only watched while Tom clumsily stroked his cock, teasing him, then gave up with the pretense and simply straddled himself over Will's hips, looking down at himself. He slowly guided Will's tip to simply press between his folds and held it there for a moment.

"That's it, darlin, just take it nice and easy.." Will purred, helpfully stroking Tom's thigh with his warm hand. "Go on, boy."

Tom slowly started to take Will's cock inside him, gasping with every inch. Will did his best to hold back the urge to plunge himself deep inside Tom and fuck him without a second thought - but a first time was a first time, and he wanted Tom's to be special, if he could help it. He let Tom slowly, painfully slowly, go down on him until they were pressed skin against skin and Tom couldn't take any more. His eyes were shut, his breathing a little heavier.

"Are you alright, honey?" Will asked, rubbing up and down Tom's thigh to soothe him.

"Y-yeah.. I'm.. it-it's a lot." Tom murmured, placing his hands on Will's chest to steady himself. "Gimme a sec.."

"Got all the time in the world, hun." Will purred, trying not to move too much. It was more than a little torturous to force himself to stay totally still while Tom warmed his cock with his beautiful wet pussy, but he tried his best not to dwell on it. He put his hands on top of Tom's and gently squeezed them, looking into the beautiful young man's face.

"Okay.." Tom breathed, slowly opening his eyes. "W-what do I do now?"

"You a cowboy, ain't ya?" Will asked, smiling in amusement.

"Yeah.. why?" Tom asked, so innocently and sweetly that Will had to yank him down and kiss him on the lips, if only for a few seconds.

"Ride it, cowboy." Will murmured, close enough to Tom's face to watch his eyes light up in understanding. "Can ya do that for me?" He rose up and grabbed Tom's hips, steadying him on top of his dick.

Tom didn't answer for a moment, just breathed. Then, he slowly pushed himself up with his hands, his cunt sliding along Will's cock until it threatened to slip out. Then, he let himself slide back down all the way until their skin slid together. He slowly did it again, coming down a little harder.

"Ohh.. t-that's.." Tom moaned, sliding his hips up again. "P-perfect.."

"I've got you, honey.." Will assured him, rubbing his hips. "Go on, baby."

"Mm.. W-Will.. you feel so good," Tom murmured, slowly starting to pick up the rhythm.

"You feel good, honey. Mm.. ya look good, too." Will tested the waters and rocked his hips up into Tom's pussy, starting gently. Tom moaned, shivering in his hands. "Can I help?"

"I dunno.." Tom grinned, eagerly rocking himself up and down. "Can you?"

"You brat!" Will rose from the bed giggling, and he playfully swapped his and Tom's positions, pinning Tom underneath him. He was worried for a moment that he had overstepped, but then Tom wrapped his legs around his waist and forced him deeper inside him, moaning in delight. He wrapped his arms around Will's chest, eagerly leaning up to steal a kiss.

"Fuck me, cowboy." Tom giggled, rocking his hips to grind Will inside him. "I want you."

"I'll be gentle, honey." Will purred, leaning down and slowly, gently kissing Tom's neck. He slowly started to move inside him, rolling his hips back and forth inside him, making sure his cockhead brushed every soft, sensitive bit deep inside him, rubbing himself everywhere he heard Tom gasp. He was going slow, gentle, taking his time and pushing nice and deep, watching Tom's face as it twisted in pleasure.

"Will.." Tom whispered, his voice smooth and desperate. "I.. P-please.."

"Tell me what you want, honey." Will purred, licking up Tom's neck, then going back down to suck and bite, sucking hard until he heard a little whimper. Tom tried to answer while he sucked his neck, but he couldn't do more than moan while Will marked him, claimed him. But it was torturously slow, so Tom lifted himself into Will's sturdy chest and rocked himself up and down Will's cock, faster and harder, riding him from under his arms.

Tom was speechless, his mouth falling open from panting, and the sound of Will moaning against his mouth made him wetter by the second.

"Tell me what you want." Will murmured again, lapping at his chin.

"Harder.." Tom begged, still rocking himself on Will's cock to show what he meant - Will pushed him back down into the bed so his tired arms fell by his sides, then slowly began fucking him harder and harder, using his hand to rub his clit. "Will!" Tom practically yelled, crying out in pleasure as he came all over Will's cock, writhing as he was fucked through his orgasm and held down while he shivered, then falling limp into the bed.

Will pulled out and stroked himself to finish off, his eyes focused on the sight of Tom's dripping wet pussy and his beautiful face, all rosy cheeked and fucked out. He came across Tom's chest, marking him in it, covering him in stripe after stripe.

He collapsed into bed with him, then, laying still while Tom nestled his head on top of his chest, already cuddling into him. Will giggled and put his arm around his shoulder, where his skin was mostly clean.

"Ya alright there, Tom?" Will asked, nudging his hair with his nose.

"Y-yeah.. I.." he answered, just a little hesitation in his voice. Will got worried for a moment that he regretted it, or he felt ill, or something dreadful. "I just realized I'm gonna be the one cleanin' up this bed."

Will snickered. Then he grinned and pulled Tom close to him, kissing him on the cheek while he laughed. Tom looked back at Will and discovered the smile was contagious; he started to laugh, too, nuzzling further into Will's arms.

Tom's drifting days were over.