Tom slid his clean hand behind Mike's neck, curling the other in his shirt, and pulled Mike in for a slow, out of place kiss, all lips and teeth, slow and grasping. This hurt, all of this hurt, but this was one brief sunspot in the middle of a storm.

Disheveled, messy, Tom clung to Mike's shoulders for a few minutes, holding onto the sweetness of the kiss for as long as he could.