wondered how many Skye needed to take daily and made a mental note to ask about refills and finding him somewhere to go for therapy in the city.
He was frying the bacon when Skye walked into the kitchen.
“Love that book, the characters and environments are so alive… though I really want to go to London now.” Skye grinned, and for a moment the slightly haunted look that had been there from the first moment Thom had laid eyes on the man disappeared. Then it was back, just like that.
“Yeah, I haven’t been to London for about ten years. I’d really like to go back too.” He smiled, and they spent a pleasant moment talking about what Thom had seen and what Skye especially wanted to see.
They sat at the breakfast bar and dug into the breakfast.
“You’re going for a run?” Skye asked with a hopeful tone.
“Yeah, I think I will, looks like the weather will be nice. You can tag along if you want.” He smiled and realized that despite the occasional sign of not being just an average guy, Skye was pleasant company and a very intelligent person.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Skye asked suddenly and ducked his head a bit, looking at Thom from under his slightly curly bangs.
“Sure, go ahead,” Thom said and took his mug into his hand just to have something to concentrate on. He felt slightly nervous, not knowing Skye well enough to actually be able to guess what sort of thing the other might be asking.
“Your name is Thomas, right?” Skye asked, and Thom nodded. “So how come Dru calls you Thom?” The brown eyes looked at him for a moment before turning away.
“Well… I met Dru a bit over three years ago. He was working in this coffee shop in the city. It’s around the corner from the firm I work at. So I went there occasionally, and this gorgeous blond was working there one day, and I couldn’t really understand why he would flirt with me.” Thom smiled a little at the memory and saw the corner of Skye’s mouth twitch. “So when he finally asked me out, I countered his question by asking what he would possibly think a boring older guy like me, a dry lawyer at that, would have to offer someone like him.
“And he looked at me—by then he knew my name and I knew his,” Thom said and took a sip of his coffee, “and he said, ‘You know, I bet everyone calls you Tom or Tommy, right?’ and of course I could only nod. My family calls me Tom, and my mom, when I’ve been good, calls me Tommy.” He chuckled a bit before leaning back and stretching a little on his barstool.
“So Dru looks at me and says, ‘You’re none of those, you’re Thom’. And then he refused to explain it,” Thom said and looked at Skye, who looked a bit uneasy for a moment.
“That’s almost the exact same thing I said to him when I named him Dru,” Skye said and blinked. The younger man seemed to be trying to figure something out, like he didn’t know what to say, and then he looked at Thom again. “I’m glad he could show that to you. I’m glad that he found you. I just want him to be happy.” And then he got up from his seat and took his plate to the sink.
Thom had a feeling it wasn’t quite that simple but didn’t push the issue. “I’ll go change into my running gear. Do you need to borrow anything? And do you take your meds now or when we get back?” he said casually, reminding Skye of the medication without preaching about them, he hoped.
“I have my gym clothes, but a sweater might be nice if you have one? The meds I’ll take after I have a bit more to eat in a couple of hours,” Skye said in a neutral tone. At least he didn’t seem to be offended by the reminder or question or whatever it was.
“Okay, I’ll find you a sweater, then,” Thom said and went back upstairs to change.
In ten minutes he was doing a few stretches while waiting for Skye. When the man came down the stairs, Thom handed him a green hoodie.
He was frying the bacon when Skye walked into the kitchen.
“Love that book, the characters and environments are so alive… though I really want to go to London now.” Skye grinned, and for a moment the slightly haunted look that had been there from the first moment Thom had laid eyes on the man disappeared. Then it was back, just like that.
“Yeah, I haven’t been to London for about ten years. I’d really like to go back too.” He smiled, and they spent a pleasant moment talking about what Thom had seen and what Skye especially wanted to see.
They sat at the breakfast bar and dug into the breakfast.
“You’re going for a run?” Skye asked with a hopeful tone.
“Yeah, I think I will, looks like the weather will be nice. You can tag along if you want.” He smiled and realized that despite the occasional sign of not being just an average guy, Skye was pleasant company and a very intelligent person.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Skye asked suddenly and ducked his head a bit, looking at Thom from under his slightly curly bangs.
“Sure, go ahead,” Thom said and took his mug into his hand just to have something to concentrate on. He felt slightly nervous, not knowing Skye well enough to actually be able to guess what sort of thing the other might be asking.
“Your name is Thomas, right?” Skye asked, and Thom nodded. “So how come Dru calls you Thom?” The brown eyes looked at him for a moment before turning away.
“Well… I met Dru a bit over three years ago. He was working in this coffee shop in the city. It’s around the corner from the firm I work at. So I went there occasionally, and this gorgeous blond was working there one day, and I couldn’t really understand why he would flirt with me.” Thom smiled a little at the memory and saw the corner of Skye’s mouth twitch. “So when he finally asked me out, I countered his question by asking what he would possibly think a boring older guy like me, a dry lawyer at that, would have to offer someone like him.
“And he looked at me—by then he knew my name and I knew his,” Thom said and took a sip of his coffee, “and he said, ‘You know, I bet everyone calls you Tom or Tommy, right?’ and of course I could only nod. My family calls me Tom, and my mom, when I’ve been good, calls me Tommy.” He chuckled a bit before leaning back and stretching a little on his barstool.
“So Dru looks at me and says, ‘You’re none of those, you’re Thom’. And then he refused to explain it,” Thom said and looked at Skye, who looked a bit uneasy for a moment.
“That’s almost the exact same thing I said to him when I named him Dru,” Skye said and blinked. The younger man seemed to be trying to figure something out, like he didn’t know what to say, and then he looked at Thom again. “I’m glad he could show that to you. I’m glad that he found you. I just want him to be happy.” And then he got up from his seat and took his plate to the sink.
Thom had a feeling it wasn’t quite that simple but didn’t push the issue. “I’ll go change into my running gear. Do you need to borrow anything? And do you take your meds now or when we get back?” he said casually, reminding Skye of the medication without preaching about them, he hoped.
“I have my gym clothes, but a sweater might be nice if you have one? The meds I’ll take after I have a bit more to eat in a couple of hours,” Skye said in a neutral tone. At least he didn’t seem to be offended by the reminder or question or whatever it was.
“Okay, I’ll find you a sweater, then,” Thom said and went back upstairs to change.
In ten minutes he was doing a few stretches while waiting for Skye. When the man came down the stairs, Thom handed him a green hoodie.
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