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By the time Shiv and Tom go on trial separation, Tom has been secretly sexting Greg for several weeks.
They haven’t had a proper ‘moment’, like at the party, though.
Just a mountain of texts promising things.
Saying exactly what Tom is gonna do to him, the next time.
Photo after photo.
Greg seemingly determined to kill Tom, by sending said photos, when Tom is in a late meeting and he’s already sent Greg home.
Greg, perfect, and utterly distracting.
He’s enough to bring Tom to ruin.
He spends most nights alone, in the hotel room that is his home, when Shiv has the apartment.
Looks at Greg’s cock and aches with how badly he wants to put his mouth around it.
Jerks himself into oblivion, thinking, thinking, thinking.
If Shiv ever got a hold of his phone, there’d be more than enough evidence of an affair, should she actually decide to file for divorce.
There’s a part of Tom that aches about that too.
But his lust for Greg wins out, every time.
As does his jealousy.
Hates the girls in the bars, that dare to touch Greg.
Hates Greg, for giving them attention, in the first place.
They’re calling themselves ‘The Disgusting Brothers’.
Because they’re drinking and ‘fucking’ different women, every night?
(Tom isn’t, though he tells Greg he is. Feels his stomach churn, when Greg tells him all about his own exploits)
Or maybe, because, on the nights they ‘strike out’, Greg is moaning down the phone to Tom, telling him how badly he wants him.
Talks about wanting Tom inside him.
And doesn’t that just make a pretty picture?
It has Tom fucking his own fist, especially, on the nights Greg has gone home with a girl.
Jealousy and lust, making a particularly potent combination.
Tom, for the life of him, somehow can’t figure how to make all their phone sex promises come true.
In the end, he forms a plan.
He’s gonna recreate the conditions of that first time.
He’s gonna start a fight with Greg.
Wind him up, so he takes it out on Tom again.
They both get off.
Win win.
In the end, he doesn’t have to…
•••••••••••••••••••••••
It starts with dinner.
They haven’t had a proper sit down meal in a while.
Lately, they usually forgo it, to get drinks at the clubs.
Tom feels like treating Greg.
Let him get his guard down.
Then, get him mad, and they both get off
It’s pretty genius, if he does say so himself.
It backfires, almost as soon as they arrive at the restaurant.
Greg looks incredible.
He’s wearing one of the suits Tom bought him.
Cologne, recommended by Tom.
Tom wants to eat him.
He tries to focus on deciding their meals, but can’t stop sneaking glances at Greg, over the top of the menu.
Did Greg… make an effort?
On purpose?
Did he want to look good for Tom?
The thought makes Tom sweat a little.
It only gets worse, from there.
They order and after the waiter leaves, Greg… Tom could *swear* Greg is flirting with him.
It becomes apparent that he is, when he thanks Tom for inviting him out tonight, and trails a finger down the back of Tom’s hand.
Tom barely has any time to react, before Greg is beginning to eat his meal, like nothing ever happened.
It’s right out of the Wambsgans playbook.
Tom is all of five seconds away, from dragging Greg into the restaurant bathroom, and getting on his knees, inexperience be damned.
Greg is ruining his plan!
So, Tom switches gears.
He begins to rip into Greg.
Bullshits.
Lies.
Says he’s probably only dressed up, because he thinks he’s gonna get laid tonight.
He means with a random girl, from a random club.
But Greg clearly takes it to mean with him.
He smirks, clearly pleased that Tom has noticed.
“Am I not?” He asks, casual as you like.
All the saliva in Tom’s mouth dries up.
Greg’s eyes widen.
“Oh. Right. God, no, I'm stupid. Just dinner. I just figured… Shit, okay, ignore me.”
It’s so charming, that it has Tom blurting out:
“You thought this was me seducing you?”
Greg looks down at his lap, and says quietly:
“I- I guess I hoped… After… all the texts.”
Tom swiftly realises, that Greg thought this was a date, and that it would end with them fucking.
He’s right, on at least one count, just not on the seduction technique that Tom is currently employing.
Greg blinks.
“Wait. Is this… *Are* you trying to seduce me? By like, being mean, and trying to start a fight? I mean, more so than usual?”
Tom can’t think of an answer to that question, that doesn’t severely embarrass himself.
Greg lets out a soft laugh.
“You are. Oh my god. For a minute there, I thought you were all talk.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Tom demands.
“Do you want me to pull up the text chain, and read some off?” Greg asks. “I mean, you said it was gonna happen again. But then, Tuscany happened. And we made the deal with the devil, and then, you and Shiv. And for a while, I figured it was just gonna be a one time thing, but also we sexted? Which would be weird, but I've honestly had weirder, somehow. And, I got kinda… desperate? So…”
He gestures to himself.
“You were trying to seduce me?” Tom asks, softly.
“You kinda forced me to take matters into my own hands, Tommy.”
Tom shivers.
He *loves* when Greg calls him Tommy.
It’s so different from how anyone else ever has.
“Fuck.” Tom mutters. “Do you think they’d notice, if we just slipped out of here?”
Greg chuckles.
“You gonna turn into a dine and dasher, just so we can fuck, Tom?”
“I’m tempted to.”
Greg bites his lip.
“What are you gonna to me?”
“I’m gonna rock your world, baby.”
It’s so cheesy, but it has Greg calling for the check.
Tom is restless, and fidgety, as they pay.
The minute Tom has his credit card back, he’s ushering Greg out of the restaurant, and into a waiting car.
He somehow manages to keep his hands to himself, as they drive.
He doesn’t need to be the subject of gossip, anymore than he already is.
But, then again, a nasty part of him does hope this gets around to Shiv.
They drive to Tom’s hotel.
Tom’s veins thrumming the entire elevator ride up to his floor.
He barely gets Greg inside.
He pushes him up against the door.
Slaps him, because he never could use his words.
Kicks him in the shin, because he hates to love the way Greg makes him feel.
“Fucking, piece of shit, do you even know?” He gasps out.
Greg blinks at him, teary eyed, perhaps from the shock; holds the side of his face, now red, Tom’s handprint coming through.
His chest rises and falls.
He uses the hand that was previously holding his face and moves Tom’s hand to his crotch.
Greg is impossibly hard.
“I know this.”
It’s enough.
Even if Greg will most likely never know the rest.
Tom kisses him, hard and dirty.
They tear at each other’s clothes, as they move to the bed.
“You know, you really don’t have to pick fights with me, every time you wanna fuck, you know.” Greg teases.
“Mm, but it’s so fun.” Tom teases back, grinding down against Greg.
Greg gasps, then flips them over.
“I'm not exactly an expert in saying when I want shit, but I'd much rather hear you want me, rather than have to get stitches later on, if you decide to get really nasty. That’s all I'm saying.”
Tom bites his lip.
He’s so used to keeping his feelings for Greg, inside.
Under tight lock and key.
But he thinks he’d do anything, if only Greg deigned to ask.
“I do.” He whispers. “Want you.”
Then louder;
“It’s not my fault you take my breath away, and I can’t fuckin speak, you fuckin Bigfoot fuck.”
Greg grins.
“I'm gonna ignore the insult, because that might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Rather not be sweet, right now. Rather have you dirty.”
Greg grins even wider.
“That can be arranged.”
They kiss again, and Tom takes a hold of Greg’s cock.
“You were hard, after I slapped you.”
More a statement of fact, then anything else.
“You said you weren’t gonna hurt me, anymore.” Greg says.
“The two things seem to conflict, Gregory.”
Greg exhales shakily.
Tom smirks.
“You’re one twisted motherfucker, huh?”
“I just…” Greg bites his lip. “I don’t want you to beat the shit out of me, or anything. But… Jesus, maybe I am fucked up, because I do want you to hit me, just a little. Fuckin’ Pavlov’s dog. I think of fucking, when we fight.”
Tom twists his wrist and revels in the way that Greg moans.
“What? You want me to spank you?” He teases.
Greg blushes, all the way to the tips of his ears.
Tom swallows sharply.
“Jesus, Greg.” Tom mumbles.
“It’s okay, if you don’t want to… I know it’s weird and embarrassing.” Greg whispers.
Tom runs a hand down Greg’s back, cups his ass.
“You never said anything… in the texts.”
“I wasn’t being dishonest. I do want all that stuff too. I just… This is also something I’ve thought about. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”
“How often have you thought about it?” Tom teases.
“What? You want an exact number?” Greg teases back.
Tom smacks his ass.
It’s just enough to feel.
“It was harder than that, I’d imagine?”
“Tom…” Greg gasps.
“How many times?”
“I- I don’t know.”
Tom snacks his ass again, harder.
“How many times, Gregory, did you think about this, and jerk yourself off? Was it more or less, than all the times you thought about me sucking your cock? What about all those times you thought about me, inside of you?”
“It all blends together. I swear.” Greg pants.
“I’ve barely even touched you.” Tom remarks, astonished at how much Greg is already affected.
“You do something to me, Tommy. God, you make me so crazy. I just want you, all the time. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.”
“Is that so?” Tom teases.
Greg makes a face like he both didn’t want to say that out loud, and also that he knows he’s only gone and given Tom ammunition.
“Please.” He whispers, face like a tomato.
Tom smacks at Greg’s ass, hard enough to leave a handprint, he thinks.
He hopes.
Greg moans, loudly.
“Jesus, Tommy!”
Tom rubs at the now red mark on Greg’s ass.
“Do you think if you sit down at work on Monday, you’d still feel this? Remember what you asked me for? Damn near begged me for?” Tom asks, all fake pity.
“Only if you keep going.” Greg pants.
“Could you come, just from this?”
“Probably not. And besides, I really want you inside me. I didn’t dress up for nothing, you know.”
It’s cocky, for how much his voice shakes.
“Pity.” Tom sniffs, before laying an extra hard smack on Greg’s ass.
Greg doesn’t quite come, but he leaks everywhere.
He pants, lips bitten raw. and face a glorious shade of red.
It matches his ass.
Both cheeks, bearing evidence of what they’ve done.
Tom kisses him, soft, for how he just abused Greg’s ass.
Greg shreds a tear, then another, then another.
“Greg?” Tom cups his face.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“I shouldn’t have-“
“No!” Greg interrupts. “It was good! Jesus, Tommy, it was so good. I just got a little overwhelmed. It happens.”
He kisses Tom, gently.
“Maybe if you fuck me well enough, I’ll cry then too.”
Tom feels his mouth drop open.
Greg closes it, by tapping his jaw.
“Too much?”
Tom responds, by pinning Greg to the bed and kissing him, filthily.
“Get on my cock, right now.”
Greg giggles.
“You gotta get off me first, so I can get the lube out of my jacket.”
Tom huffs out a laugh, and lets go of Greg, who gets up and digs through his jacket pocket, and presents the aforementioned lube, in a ‘ta da’ motion.
“You really did plan on seducing me.” Tom smiles.
“Is it working?” Greg jokes.
“I think anything would work. You wouldn’t even have to try all that hard.”
Greg tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, blushing.
It reminds Tom of their first dinner together.
Greg had asked if Tom was seducing him.
It had only half been a joke, when he’d said yes.
He pulls Greg in, by the tie he is somehow still wearing.
He wraps his arms around him, and kisses at his abdomen.
He aches to say those certain words, but knows he can’t.
Instead, he takes the lube from Greg’s hand.
Teases a slicked up finger, around Greg’s entrance.
Slips it inside, as Greg falls against him, gasping.
It goes in far too easily.
Tom huffs out a laugh.
“You prepped?”
Greg bites his lip.
“Told you I was desperate.”
“Wonder what people would think, if they knew how desperate for my cock you were.” Tom teases.
“Pretty sure you’re just as desperate.”
It’s said breathily, but it’s not teasing.
“Yeah.” Tom exhales.
He adds another finger.
“You already know you don’t have to.”
“Well, I want to. Been thinking about this, for a real long time, Gregory. You gonna deny me the pleasure of this?”
He scissors his fingers, on ‘this’.
Greg moans.
“No. Fuck. Just… God, Tommy, I feel pretty close already, that’s all.”
“I’d tease you about being a pretty little virgin, but I already know you’re a whore.”
Greg makes a noise in the back of his throat.
“I haven’t-“
His next words are cut off, when Tom grazes his prostate.
It’s an accident, he swears.
He just happened to be looking for it.
“You haven’t what, Gregory?” Tom teases.
“Fuck.” Greg pants. “Tommy, please, I’m gonna come, if you don’t stop.”
“Maybe I want you to. Maybe I wanna see how many times I can make you come. You wanna try?” The last part, said in a sing-songy voice.
Greg only nods, quickly.
“Use your words, Greg.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fuck, please, Tommy, I’m so close.”
“Yeah? You gonna come on my fingers, and then on my cock?”
“Yeah, yeah, please, Tommy, make me come!”
“Mm, okay, but only since you’ve been such a sweet boy for me.”
And he hits Greg’s prostate, dead on.
Greg moans, loudly.
Tom thinks the whole hotel can probably hear him.
Tom covers his mouth, on instinct.
Used to covering his own, lest Greg’s name slip out.
Or something far more serious.
Greg’s eyes darken, pupils entirely black.
He stares Tom down, as Tom works at his prostate, over and over.
Muffled moans, slipping through Tom’s hand.
Until, a moan, that cannot be stifled.
And suddenly, Tom knows what Greg looks like when he comes.
*Really* comes.
And he will never be able to get that image out of his head.
Greg rolls off of Tom, breathing heavily.
They are both covered in Greg’s come.
And there is nowhere else Tom would rather be.
Greg turns to him, laying on his side, resting his head on his hand.
“You want me to…?”
He gestures to Tom’s still hard cock.
Tom doesn’t feel like being embarrassed, by the fact that he isn’t as young as he used to be, and he can’t come multiple times, like Greg can (Though, if anyone could make him, it’d be Greg).
Instead, he shakes his head.
“Nah, wanna be inside you.”
Greg smiles, far too sweetly, for what they’re talking about.
“Me too.”
He kisses Tom.
This, also too sweet.
Greg wrinkles his nose, as he pulls away.
“We should clean up, though. You get the washcloth, and I get the condom?”
Tom obeys.
Feels a strange thrill in cleaning up the come that he caused.
Greg opens the condom wrapper, with his teeth.
He holds the now free condom up, stares at it for a second.
“Greg?” Tom asks.
Greg bites his lip.
“I figured… I mean, I brought condoms, because I thought you’d want to use them. But now, I’m thinking…. All that shit you said, in the texts?”
Tom feels himself flush, as the memory floods in.
“You mean it?” Greg asks, shyly.
“At the time…”
Greg wrings his hands.
“But, in theory, right? Not in practice?”
Tom moves across to the edge of the bed, where Greg is standing and takes the condom out of Greg’s hand.
“Gregory, if you’re asking me, if I wanna come inside you? Then… yes.”
Greg blinks.
“Wait, really?”
Tom throws the condom across the room.
“It’s all I’ve wanted, since you sat at that table, tonight.”
He wraps his arms around Greg’s waist, and pulls him close.
“Since before then, actually.”
Greg smirks.
“So you meant every word?”
“That makes me think I said something embarrassing, without realising it.” Tom frowns.
Greg kisses him, softly, a reassurance.
“Just… confirming something.”
“What does that mean?”
“You want me.” Sing songy.
Tom digs his nails into Greg’s hips, and pulls him onto the bed, Greg grinning all the while.
He lays there, on Tom’s hotel bed.
In all his glory.
All for Tom.
Tom feels like the luckiest man alive, all of a sudden.
“So, how do you want me?” Greg asks.
Tom raises an eyebrow.
“Like, on my front. Or… on my back?”
Tom wants to see Greg’s face, when he finally gets inside him, he realises.
He’d not let himself think of it too hard.
Always jerked off thinking of Greg from behind.
And while that’s a tempting thought, Tom thinks he’d rather save that, for if he gets lucky enough to get to have Greg like this again.
Maybe he wouldn’t even have to play violent games, next time?
Tom climbs on top of Greg, biting his lip as they kiss.
“Want you, just like this.”
Greg nods, slowly.
“Yeah?”
His eyes are big, like he can’t believe his luck, either.
“Yeah.” Tom replies, and moves to get the lube.
Tom climbs onto top of him, and lines himself up with Greg’s entrance.
They both gasp, as Tom sinks in.
It’s… more than Tom had expected.
He could imagine this moment, all he wanted, but nothing compared to the real thing.
Greg does a soft little moan, as Tom bottoms out.
He stays there, for a brief moment.
Lets them both get used to the feeling.
“Tommy.” Greg grasps at Tom’s arms. “Move, please.”
And how can Tom refuse him?
He thrusts forward carefully, experimentally.
Greg’s breath hitches.
“Oh, *fuck*.” He whispers.
“You like this.” It’s not quite a question.
Tom feels his veins buzz, as he thrusts, once, twice, three times.
Greg’s back arches, as he moans.
Tom cups his chin, in one hand, admires how blotchy Greg’s skin already is.
How his cock is aching, like he didn’t already come.
How he wants this, wants Tom.
How he has his legs wrapped around Tom’s back, to take him deeper.
Or to hold him in place.
“Pretty boy.” Tom blurts out, running a thumb over Greg’s bottom lip.
“Yours.” Greg replies, as he takes Tom’s thumb into his mouth.
Tom wants that so badly to be true.
That Tom wasn’t still legally married, and he wasn’t fucking Greg in a hotel room, that he’d become forced to live in.
A sick part of him wanted to be taking Greg apart, on the bed he’d once shared with Shiv.
The thought causes him to thrust, subconsciously.
Greg moans, around the thumb in his mouth.
“Mine.” Tom grunts. “You’re fuckin’ mine, you hear me?”
All of his frustrations seem to be pouring out, as he fucks into Greg.
All his held back jealousy at the bar girls.
Everything with Shiv, and their ‘perfect’ marriage, that had been doomed before it had even begun.
The fact that Tom had realised the person he loved, wasn’t the woman he was marrying, on their wedding day.
And in ignoring all this, he’d been thrust into an open marriage he had never wanted.
And Greg…
Even Greg was fucking other people!
Tom knew this wasn’t fair.
But he never could be calm and rational, where Greg was concerned.
Tom hits Greg’s prostate, dead on, and Greg *whines*.
“Oh! Fuck, yeah, Tommy. I’m yours, I’m yours!”
“Even when you fuck your girls?” Tom sneers.
He pauses in his thrusts, because he wants to hear the answer to this.
“Especially then. God, Tommy, you don’t even know.”
“What don’t I know?” Tom teases.
Greg bites his lip, like he’s holding something back.
His eyes look like he’s thinking.
Then, he smirks, like he knows he’s got something.
He leans in, and ghosts his lips over Tom’s ear.
“You may have married Shiv. But I’ve always been yours. Right? You wanted me, not her. And you don’t know what to do with yourself, with how badly you want me, and how bad it twists you up. I know exactly how you feel, because I feel the exact same way. I want you so bad, Tommy, it cuts me open. I can’t stop thinking about you. I go home with those girls, and I wish they were you.”
Then, he leans back, smirking.
“That what you wanted to hear?”
Tom raises an eyebrow.
“You mean any of it?”
Greg’s face falls.
“You think I’d lie to you?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Greg looks down between them, at where they’re conjoined, and the fact that Tom is still very much inside Greg.
“You still need me to convince you?” Both eyebrows go up.
“Maybe just a little.” Tom teases.
Greg flips them, so he’s on top of Tom, and lowers himself down on Tom, from where he’d slipped out.
Tom grips his hips, as Greg rides him.
“You know…” Greg pants. “This is perfect blackmail material.”
“For me, or for you?” Tom jokes.
“Both.” Greg lets out a soft moan. “We both stand to lose something, if this gets out.”
“Me, more so than you.” Tom says, factually.
Greg rolls his eyes.
“Whatever. My point is, one of us could absolutely use this to destroy the other.”
Tom scoffs.
“You plan on going up in the world, Gregory?”
He thrusts up sharply, to make a point.
Greg gasps.
“No. Because, unlike most people, I actually give a shit about you.”
“And you wanna keep fucking me?”
“That too.”
Tom stills his hips, once more.
“You’re fucking me to make a point, about how you won’t betray me?”
“Deal with the devil, remember? Or, was this not in the clause?”
Tom grins.
“Oh, it definitely was.”
He pistons his hips up, to meet Greg’s thrusts, and Greg throws his head back in a moan.
“Oh, fuck. Tommy, I’m close.”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me, pretty boy?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Greg babbles.
“You gonna think about this, next time you’re with one of your girls? You gonna be able to get it up, as hard? You won’t, will you? Because your pretty little head is gonna be filled with me, and my cock, and how it feels inside you.”
“You don’t want me to think about anybody, but you.” Greg grins.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Tom grins back.
“Me neither. You don’t get to want anybody else.”
Tom doesn’t correct him on his wording.
“I already don’t. Only you.”
It’s too close to the heart of things, but Tom doesn’t care.
Greg’s eyes go soft, and he kisses Tom.
And, for a moment, it felt like they were both saying something in the kiss.
Then, Greg pulls away, and smirks.
“Make me come.”
They’re flipped yet again, and Tom pushes back inside.
He pounds Greg’s prostate, until Greg is shaking.
And as promised, he begins to cry.
Tom fucks him through it all.
Until, a whine, yet more tears, even Tom’s name.
And Greg is spilling between them.
Tom quickly follows suit, deep inside Greg.
Tom pulls out, and rolls to lay next to Greg, both of them panting.
“Jesus.” Tom huffs out a laugh.
‘Yeah.” Greg replies, flipping his hair back from his face.
Tom turns to look at him, leans over and uses a thumb to wipe away the tear streaks under his eyes.
He licks at it, tastes the salt of Greg’s tears that Tom caused.
“Freak.” Greg says, but it’s light and teasing.
Tom grins.
“Mm, but you like me.”
It’s meant to sound just as teasing, but it doesn’t quite land.
Greg smiles.
“Yeah, I do.”
It sounds like an admission of something more.
Tom kisses him, because he can’t help it.
Greg kisses back.
They end up with Greg half on top of Tom.
Again, it feels like words are being said.
Until Greg pulls away.
“I mean it, you know?” He whispers.
He can’t quite look Tom in the eye.
“I like you so much, Tommy. It drives me crazy.”
Tom cups his face and kisses him.
Greg grips his hands and pulls away.
“Let me say this, please. Before I lose my nerve…”
This time, he does look Tom in the eye, though it seems hard for him.
“I liked you, from the minute I met you. I was so attracted to you, and it was so inappropriate, but a part of me didn’t care. I wanted you. And then, I realized that maybe you wanted me too, and you weren’t just fucking with my head. And then, everything at the party. And I was proven right. And you proved yourself tonight. And I just…” He bites his lip. “I know you’re still married, and I don’t know if you’ll go through with divorcing Shiv. But, I don’t wanna stop this. I know that that makes me your fuckin mistress or whatever, but I don’t care. It’s the best I’m gonna get and I know that.”
Greg looks like the words devastate him to even say out loud.
And Tom, like a coward, sits with three little words burning in his throat, like acid.
A million little promises he wishes he was brave enough to keep.
Greg, just nods, and sits up.
“We should get cleaned up.”
Tom reaches out, to grab his arm, to stop him, but he only holds air.
He will hold Greg later, both still naked, and it’s only because he knows that Greg is fast asleep, that he whispers the words:
“I love you.”
Greg doesn’t stir.
Tom says it again, louder.
“I love you.”
Greg still doesn’t stir.
Tom curses the mess that he is in, but curls up against Greg’s sleeping form, knowing that Greg deserves better than him.
But he also knows that he couldn’t bear to see Greg with anyone else.
Secretly happy that Confrey and The Countessa fell though.
Tom is greedy, in the ugliest way.
Greg has to stay with him, or Tom will fall apart.
Even if Tom has no idea if he can even give Greg the life he deserves.
For richer, for poorer.
In sickness and in health.
Those vows have never rang truer.
Even if they were said to someone else.
Greg shouldn’t be happy to be Tom’s mistress, but Tom doesn’t think he can hold onto everything, and still keep Greg.
But he wants to, more than anything.
He wants to claim Greg as his, for real.
Shiv and Logan, and the rest of the Roys be damned.
He’d risk his job, like he already risked his marriage, if Greg would be his.
Tom leans up and kisses at Greg’s forehead, before laying back down and falling asleep, dreaming of the life he and Greg could have, if only Tom could be brave.