I can't really lie back and just take it. There's no relaxing, right now. I feel wound so fucking tight, grasping at him, fighting just to get air into my lungs, wishing he'd fucking get naked already, but his mouth is around my dick, hot and wet and perfect, and it's almost enough to make me forget everything else.

Almost.

But in reality, it's a rush of too many emotions at once. A rush of moments, memories, and maybe it's not right without Tom here with us, but for now, it's got to be enough.