Tom grins like he's proud of himself, like he knows, and sets to work, bobbing his head slowly, sucking, trying to keep his balance without his arms. he wanted to pull back and say things, like "I love you," and "I love this," but that was off the playbook. Thrown out the window with the rest of the rules.

Leaning forward, he almost choked, trying to take him too deep, too far. Still regaining his balance, his eyes watered slightly and he looked up at Mike as if in apology, resuming his earlier rhythm.