Thomas closed his eyes and panted for breath as Riggs held himself still for several seconds before pulling out anddoing it again. He slammed inside, stretching him tight. Thomas reached down and started stroking his own cock, needing the relief. He began to stroke in time with Riggs' thrusts, and soon he was rocking, thrusting his hips to meet Riggs, making the contact hard and rough and amazing.
"Your body is a feast, my love." Riggs voice was deep and guttural and sent another thrill racing down Thomas' back and pooling in his groin. He sped up his strokes and could feel the climax rushing toward him. Riggs suddenly pulled out, slapped his hand away, and grabbed Thomas, flipping him onto his knees. He then plunged back inside and thrust forcefully while holding Thomas' hips in place.
Thomas held on and felt his body splintering and trembling with the pleasure that was filling him and the sensations that were raging through him. Riggs held him with a punishing grip, and he came hard, hot, and fierce. The roar that filled the room sent goosebumps cascading down Thomas's back, and he came, stream after stream, hitting the comforter beneath him.
Riggs pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him before sinking his teeth back into the little scar at the base of his throat. The sensation reignited the fire, and Thomas came again in an explosive fashion. Riggs held him fast, and Thomas had never felt so loved and protected as he did while in Riggs' arms. Riggs finished and gently picked Thomas back up.
He removed the comforter and tossed it into the corner and then lay Thomas onto the thick blanket. Riggs stripped down and lay beside him, pulling him into his arms. He was a cuddler, and Thomas couldn't be happier.
Orin sat in his study most of the night, going over the facts, or rather the manufactured facts that he planned to present to the board. His uncle, who would be attending the meeting, advised him to keep it sharp and concise and to avoid making it look like a personal vendetta.
"He's a bad fit for the museum, but it is also a vendetta. I want this kid out. He openly disrespected me on multiple occasions. I want him to suffer, and I want him out of this field." Orin pressed, knowing that he was getting emotional, but the anger he felt over this was eating him up.
“Control yourself tomorrow if you get off message, they will drop the complaint and pass it back to the supervisor in charge.” His uncle didn’t care one way or the other, but he understood Orin’s need for punishment.
"I'll keep it short and focused." He assured. His influence would only take him so far; he needed to prove that Thomas was ill-suited for placement at the museum and present him as a possible threat to their reputation. With Mandy's assistance, he was confident that he had enough to get what he wanted.
He would have several people there backing him and supporting his complaint. Thomas would have no one; he would be facing this tribunal alone. That bartender won't give a shit about Thomas' career; that man will be well on his way to his next hook-up by now. The staff of the Blood Rose is there solely for entertainment. Time to grow up, Thomas, and learn the ways of the world. Orin smiled and looked out the window, anxious to finish this.
Riggs lay with Thomas fast asleep in his arms as the dawn light came through his window. The night had been enchanting; every minute was filled with love. It was there very clear. Heloved this little man in the bowtie and would protect and defend until the very end of time itself.
They'd made love three more times before Thomas finally fell asleep, curled into his side. The feeling of having him so close and vulnerable was a very rich and exhilarating experience. Thomas made everything better. He ran his hand down Thomas' leg, where it lay across his hips, and turned to place a soft kiss on his forehead. He could get used to this very quickly.
“What time is it?” Thomas asked he didn't open his eyes but stretched and then cuddled back to Riggs' side.
"Almost ten," Riggs answered and placed another kiss on his forehead.
"I should start getting ready. The board meeting is at two." He stated but still had not opened his eyes.
“You still have time. Just relax and steady yourself for the day.” Riggs wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
"You talked me into it." Thomas settled in, and his peace was palatable.
They got up, showed, and dressed by noon. Thomas was going to head home to get ready, but Riggs had someone pick up his things for him. Riggs liked having him there in the apartment and didn't want him to go home. This was his home.
He came out of the bedroom dressed in a dark blue suit and his signature bowtie. He looked good enough to eat, but that would have to wait till later. Riggs was also dressed in a suit; he would be one of Master Rose's guards, and he was dressed accordingly. Master Rose likes to make an impression, and he sees his guards as an extension of himself.
"You look great, sweetheart," Riggs said, walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.
"So do you, Riggs. That suit is cut to perfection."
"Thank you. He led him over to the counter and handed him a glass of orange juice. I know you said you weren't hungry, and I understand that, but would you at least have a glass of juice? It will keep your energy up." Thomas smiled at him and drank the juice.
"I should probably go. I want to get there early." Thomas said, grabbed his messenger bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Riggs had arranged for Errol to drive Thomas to the museum. He would be traveling with Master Rose and would be there with him when the meeting began. They wanted the element of surprise so Dr. Ferris wouldn't know what he was facing until he walked into it.
He held him and kissed him hard and deep, giving him all the strength and security he could channel. "You'll do fine, sweetheart." He said.
"I will be fine because you will be there." Thomas' confidence touched him, and he kissed him again. "I love you, Thomas." He said and meant it. The little man was his heart and soul.
“I love you too, Riggs.” Thomas smiled.
He walked Thomas down to the garage and turned him over to Errol with a firm command to take care of him or face the consequences. "He's safe, my friend." Errol smiled and winked. Riggs didn't doubt that, but he really hated parting from his newly claimed beloved. They'd been together for the past two days, and the separation, although temporary, was weighing heavily upon him.
Thomas rode in the back seat of the long black sedan. It was an expensive vehicle with large leather seats and tinted windows. Errol was friendly and made the trip to the museum easy and fast. They pulled up out front, and Errol got out and opened Thomas' door for him.
“Isn’t that a bit over the top?” Thomas said with a grin.
"Riggs wanted you treated right, and I do as I'm told." Thomas doubted that, but he liked the extra care, and he liked the fact that Riggs was always looking out for him.
