There was precious little arguing during the days that followed, and Tom began to suspect something was amiss with Mal. It seemed so unlike him, the way he humored Tom’s every whim — sometimes playful, and sometimes earnest, but always indulgent and never unkind. It made Tom’s heart ache. A cold, unfeeling Malcolm Leighton had been hazardous enough to Tom’s peace of mind. This one would be fatal. “A little lower,” Tom gasped on the second night of their strange truce, tugging Mal’s hair in an effort to shift him where Tom really wanted him. Mal grinned up at him. “Like this?” He left off kissing Tom’s stomach and moved to nibble at his hipbone. “Ugh,” Tom groaned, and then moaned at a higher pitch as Mal laughed and took Tom’s c**k fully down his throat in one motion. Tom lost himself in t
