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When Tom wakes up, blankets pulled up to pile thickly around his ears, it takes a moment to remember why he’s on the daybed in the office and not the objectively more comfortable mattress in his bedroom. Blinking blearily, it comes back slowly, filling in like watercolor, and he groans out a soft laugh as he pulls the blankets over his head completely, hiding from the embarrassment of being his younger self. He indulges in that for only a moment before throwing them down.

“Oh, Daniel,” he murmurs.

He sits up and stretches, then climbs out of bed and pokes his head out of the office.

It’s early yet, early enough that Daniel shouldn’t be awake, so Tom pads softly through the apartment. His glasses are still on the bookshelf where he’d left them on that first day, and he chuckles softly as he pulls them on. The living room comes into crisp focus and he continues on into the bedroom, climbing into his side of the bed and cuddling up close to Daniel. He presses a warm kiss to his shoulder and hugs him around the middle, sighing contentedly.

“I’m back,” he murmurs — quietly, because while it strikes him as likely that Daniel woke up the moment Tom entered the room, there’s a chance he hadn’t and if that’s the case then Tom doesn’t want to wake him. But even in sleep, the words, his voice, might be comforting. “And I love you.”

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Daniel had woken up as soon as he’d heard footsteps coming into the bedroom. At first he’d wondered if Tommy needed something, but then he felt the other side of the mattress dip and felt the warmth of a kiss to his shoulder. That wasn’t something Tommy would have done, or at least Daniel hoped not. If he had, Daniel was about to let a teenager down gently.

When his Tom’s voice spoke so softly and lovingly to him, Daniel relaxed.

“Welcome back,” he said, and carefully rolled over so he could see Tom without dislodging him. “I missed you and I love you too.”

Tom smiles, lifting his hand to stroke Daniel's face. In the dark of the bedroom, even with his glasses, it's hard to see fine detail, but he thinks he can see the relief on Daniel's face.

"I missed you, too," he says. "Even though I technically saw you every day. I missed knowing you." He puffs a breath out and hides his face against Daniel's shoulder for a moment. "God, Daniel, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, no need to be sorry," Daniel assured Tom, and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. "Like I told ... the other you... it's happened before. Peggy was eighteen for a weekend and she didn't remember anything either."

He wasn't sure why he remembered being too young and neither Peggy nor Tom had, but it was just the kind of sense of humor this place tended to have.

"I think I remember you telling me," he says. "Not that I would've remembered yesterday, mind you." He lifts his head and nudges into a kiss. He hums into it, letting it linger before smiling. "I still definitely wanted to do that the entire time," he admits.

Daniel was happy to be kissed. He'd missed this -- not just the kissing, but the closeness. He'd kept his distance, literally, from Tommy, and he'd missed the little touches and brushes of two people living together.

"I ... didn't, sorry. You were cute, but you were way too young for me," he admitted. "If you'd been the other you coming in here, I was about to have to gently turn you down."

In spite of himself, Tom laughs, and he flops dramatically onto his back. "Oh, I'm wounded," he declares. "My poor, young heart. Rejected before my prime, Daniel, how could you." He reaches with his near hand, tangling his fingers into Daniel's hair and grinning at him. "I would've expected nothing less," he assures him, "as badly as I yearned in, probably, not-so-secret."

Daniel laughed too, and followed Tom over to lean into him when Tom tangled his fingers in Daniel's messy hair. The morning curls were a little bit extra crazy because he really needed to go to the barber. He'd been planning to a few days ago, but then Tom had turned into a teenager and he'd forgotten.

"If you yearned, I didn't notice," he admitted, "But we both know I might not have."

They'd had several conversations about Daniel not noticing that someone was flirting with him and Tom being very amused by it.

"Oh, how I yearned," Tom insists, still laughing. "The handsome older man who offered his bedroom to the young, scared gay boy from the 70s? You were practically a knight in shining armor to me. Even," he adds conspiratorially, "when you called me cute. Twice." He laughs again, stretching up to plant a kiss on Daniel's chin.

"You were cute. You are cute. You're not gonna convince me otherwise," Daniel warned Tom, then smiled when Tom kissed his chin, of all places.

He leaned down and kissed Tom firmly, partially because he'd been wanting to do that for almost a week and partially because it was an effective means of making Tom stop talking nonsense. Well, stop talking in general.

Tom makes a soft sound when Daniel kisses him like that. It's just the right kind of firm to send heat coiling through his limbs and he drags blunted nails against Daniel's scalp because two can play at that game. He curls his free hand around Daniel's middle, as if he really needs to worry about Daniel pulling away from him any time soon.

Daniel shivered when Tom dragged his nails though his hair. They both knew exactly where the other man's buttons were, so to speak, and they could push those buttons as quickly or as slowly as they wanted to. Tom wrapped his arm around Daniel and Daniel leaned a little more firmly on Tom as the kiss continued. Tom had always liked feeling that Daniel was stronger than he was, even though Tom wasn't weak by any means. They were just built on different lines and Daniel had to haul himself around in a different way.

Tom moans softly and deepens the kiss, tasting Daniel for the first time in almost a week. He feels himself stir and shifts his hips against Daniel's, letting him feel it, too.

"Daniel, please," he breathes, kissing him again. He needs to feel him, needs to be close with him and remind them both that things are back to normal. It aches through him, growing needier by the moment. "Oh, please. I want to feel you."

Daniel looked up to glance at the clock. Tom usually tried to get to the school by 07:15 so that he'd have some time to settle in before his first period started and Daniel tried to get to the precinct by 07:45 so he could finish his day and get home to Tom and Bopp sooner. They didn't have time for anything particularly involved, but they could probably start the day with a little reassurance of each other. He leaned down to kiss Tom again, letting it get heated and trailing his hand down Tom's side to the hem of his sleep shirt and then going under it to touch some skin. Tom's johnson had joined the conversation and Daniel's wasn't far behind it.

Behind him, he heard Bopp jump off the bed and leave the room. Bopp always knew when her people didn't need her assistance and usually decided she should be in her bed in the office on the other side of the house.

Tom watches Daniel check the clock and do the mental math, kissing over the cut of his jaw before Daniel returns to the kiss. When Bopp jumps down and leaves the room, he can't help a little laugh into Daniel's mouth.

"Good girl," he says, before sinking into another kiss. His fingers curl into Daniel's shirt, tugging it up his back. When it bunches up under Daniel's arms, he tugs and says, "Off, please, off."

Daniel sat up a little bit to strip his sleep shirt off and toss it behind him, then pulled Tom’s up and off too. He leaned down to kiss Tom again and trailed his fingers down Tom’s ribs just firmly enough not to tickle. He broke the kiss and then worked his way across Tom’s jaw to the sensitive spot on his neck. He couldn’t remember wanting Tom quite this much in a while. They had what Daniel considered a healthy relationship, but there definitely was something to that adage about absence making the heart (and other things) grow fonder.

“I missed touching you so much,” Daniel said against Tom’s skin. “Not just this. Just touching you.”

Tom shivers, tipping his head to give Daniel space along his neck. A needy sound squeaks out of him to feel Daniel's mouth on that spot, hands roaming Daniel's back where he can reach.

"We're both ta-tactile people," he admits, words stammering as Daniel's lips buzz pleasure through his skin. He turns, smudging a kiss against Daniel's temple, fingers curling back into his hair. "Take the day with me?"

Daniel stopped kissing Tom and looked at him. He loved that little sound Tom made, even if Tom probably thought it was undignified. And he also loved Tom's hands roaming the muscles of his back.

"You don't want to go in and make sure your sub didn't completely screw up your lesson plans or assign next week's homework?"

He'd assumed Tom would be eager to get back to his routine and the normal everyday life they led here, the one they both found so comforting and calm in the middle of whatever the city decided to do.

Tom feigns exaggerated worry. "Well, I do now," he says. Then he kisses Daniel again, fingers still in his hair. "I think they can live without me for one more day. I miss you more." He nudges their noses together and adds, "Unless you can't get away?" This, he says with more seriousness, because it matters to him that Daniel is able to get to work if he really needs to. He doesn't need to give in to Tom's whims — even if they're both hungry for each other, in more than one way, after nearly a week without.

That simple "I miss you" made all Daniel's objections fade into the background. He'd missed Tom too. He'd eventually started to get along with Tommy pretty well, or at least well enough to share an apartment with him, but Tommy had never been Tom.

"I don't know. Lemme check what I have today," he said, and reluctantly disengaged himself from Tom's arms and fingers in his hair. He rolled over to look at the calendar on his DPD phone and check his email. He'd taken Friday off to help Tommy get settled, but he had plenty of time banked. He just needed to find out if there was anything he couldn't move or miss today.

Daniel rolls away from him, and Tom resists the impulse to whine. Instead, he follows him, draping against his back and kissing along his shoulder blades. He follows the line of his spine down with slow, easy movements, fingers slotting along Daniel's ribs as if to hold him in place. He nuzzles into the small of his back, taking a deep breath of the scent of his skin before asking, "Anything?"

It was incredibly distracting to feel Tom drape himself over Daniel's bare back and then kiss his way across it and then down to almost the waistband of Daniel's pajama pants, which was probably Tom's intention. When Tom decided to turn his considerable focus on making Daniel feel good, it was almost dizzying. He bit his lip and shivered when Tom nuzzled the sensitive spot at the small of his back.

He cleared his throat, then shook his head as he opened his texting app to text his captain and let him know he was going to be out today.

"Nothing that can't wait till tomorrow, especially if you're so determined that I'm gonna play hooky with you."

"Thank God," Tom murmurs. "Roll over." He grins, and adds, "Please," a little pointedly as he shifts to give Daniel space to move. His fingers curl into the waistband of Daniel's pajama pants, tugging them down a few inches, hopefully making his intent clear.

“Well, this is flattering,” Daniel joked. “Can’t wait to get your hands on me, I see.”

He felt the same way, though, and he lifted his hips so that Tom could pull his pajama pants down. He wasn’t sure if he was about to lose them completely, but he was fine with that if he did. The bedroom was warm and felt warmer by the second.

Tom grins against Daniel's hip as he kisses his way to the join of his thigh and body. For now, he completely ignores Daniel's growing erection in favor of teasing and tasting his the rest of his skin. Tom loves the very distinctly Daniel scent of him here, and he moans softly now as his hands resume roaming Daniel's chest, blindly finding the places he knows help ratchet up Daniel's pleasure.

Tom’s mouth was so close to Daniel’s johnson but Tom was clearly avoiding it for now and Daniel chuckled then sighed and squirmed when Tom pushed all his buttons, literally.

“Oh, lord,” he hissed when Tom tweaked his nipple particularly expertly, then put a hand on Tom’s wrist to tug him back up. “C’mere, you.”

He wanted to kiss Tom now. His johnson could wait even if it definitely didn’t think it could.

Tom laughs and allows himself to be tugged upward. He straddles Daniel's hips, but doesn't let their crotches touch just yet, instead bracing his free hand on Daniel's shoulder to sort of suspend himself and tease them both.

"You called?" he asks expectantly.

Tom still had on his sleep pants and was carefully avoiding any contact with Daniel’s hips, but they were loose enough that the fabric was still brushing just barely against Daniel’s johnson, which was the worst or maybe the best kind of tease.

“I need to kiss you,” he told Tom, and proceeded to do that. He just needed to touch and to kiss Tom. They’d get to other things, but he needed to kiss him.

That's an easy request to grant, and he gives Daniel a soft, loving look before leaning closer to do just that. His fingers stroke Daniel's shoulder where he's gently braced. His other hand, he lifts to cradle Daniel's jaw, thumb smoothing along the faint rasp of his early-morning stubble. It's so easy to kiss him, to be kissed by him.

He slid his hands up Tom's bare sides then onto his back to hold Tom close as they kissed. He'd worried at first that his hands were too calloused and rough for this since he held crutches all the time, but Tom had never complained about it. Daniel pushed the kiss deeper, hotter, so Tom would know how much Daniel wanted him, loved him, and needed him.

Tom moans softly, pressing closer. He breaks the kiss only to breathe, resting their foreheads together as he strokes a hand down Daniel's neck, over his clavicle. "Oh, Daniel," he breathes, dipping into another kiss, and then another, working them back up to that same hot, deep thing that Daniel had brought them to — and somehow ignoring the lewd tent at the front of his own sleep pants.

“What do you want?” Daniel asked a little breathlessly. He could hear that his voice had dropped, like it always did when they did this. More than three years and Tom could still get him going in ways he’d never expected when he suddenly found himself in Darrow.

“What do you need from me?”

Tom was the one who’d suggested they play hooky, after all, and Daniel was going to make sure he got what he wanted today.

Tom nuzzles him, fingers stroking down Daniel's chest and then back up to tease his nipple. "I want to feel you," he says, leaning back enough to meet Daniel's gaze. "I want you inside me." He shifts his hips down, dragging their crotches together at last. "Please, Daniel."

They'd had to figure out how to make this work since Daniel only had one knee to use for leverage, but they'd long since done that and he drew a sharp breath in when Tom pressed his hips into Daniel's to make his intentions even more clear. Daniel pulled him in for a long kiss, then got down to details.

"Then you'll have that. You want a rubber?" They were well past needing rubbers for protection, but it did make cleanup easier, so they used them sometimes anyway. And sometimes Tom didn't want even that little barrier between them. It was always his call, though. Daniel never assumed one way or the other.

Tom has an answer immediately, and he suspects Daniel even already knows it. For both their sakes, though, he still makes himself slow down and really consider it for a moment. He kisses lightly over Daniel's jaw, fingers still teasing against his nipple.

"No," he says. "I want to feel you. Just you."

That was exactly what he thought Tom would say. Daniel didn't want that barrier between them either, not after almost a week of just having a Tom-shaped roommate in the apartment instead of his actual steady. He couldn't talk to Tommy, not beyond the superficial things, and he definitely couldn't touch him.

"Then that's what we'll do," he agreed, although the last syllable trailed off into a sigh when Tom kissed that spot on his jaw. "I want to be able to kiss you, if you don't mind one of those positions."

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