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Greg really didn’t mean for it to spiral out of control like it did. He was just protecting himself and was doing what any of the Roys would do to keep themselves safe. It was in his nature, in his blood. Plus it was nice to get what you wanted when you wanted it.
It had just been Rat Fucker Sam. And Greg wasn’t even sure if he was doing it right. All he knew was that if this guy was as good as everyone was saying he was, Greg would be homeless in under a week. So, he would need to act fast. And loose. That’s why Greg showed up at Sam’s door at the Hungary estate at one in the morning, high out of his mind, the top three buttons on his dress shirt undone, hair all messed up, attempting to exude sex appeal. It was easier than he thought. Sam had pulled him into the room, the two of them a mess of lips and teeth, frantic and clumsy hands. With Sam being nearly his age and exceedingly good looking, it made it a little easier to go through with. What made it hard though was the night’s earlier travesty of Boar on The Floor, where he was sure Sam had watched him, Tom, and Karl crawl around on the floor like a bunch of idiots.
Poor Tom… He felt a twinge of guilt as he let Sam lead him to the bed. Tom had saved his ass and had taken care of him time and time again, so much so that Greg was starting to feel like a burden, always causing trouble for Tom.
He had asked Tom about the man known as Rat Fucker Sam, the man who currently had his hands down his pants. And he had told him about the interview. Tom seemed especially stressed at that, emphasizing the point to never trust anyone and to never ever tell Logan. He didn’t give him much past that, but Greg could tell in just his eyes that Tom was worried.
So, Greg was doing what Tom had taught him. He was taking it into his own hands and using whatever he had at his fingertips to get him out of this situation. He was going to have to get his hands dirty. And probably a lot more. He didn’t want the other man worrying about him.
Greg had been laid out on his back, practically mewling for Sam, arching against his hands and his touch, crying and begging. It was embarrassing how good it actually felt but most of it was just for show, to build his ego up a little, make him feel in control. And Sam was into it. Big time.
“Fuck you’re so hot. Why didn’t I hear about you sooner, Cousin Greg?”
“I-I don’t know?”
“Fucking-A man. Can I come on your face?”
“S-sure?”
After the first round, when Greg had cleaned himself up, they’d shared a blunt that he had brought just in case sex wasn’t Sam’s thing. And that had turned into making out which turned into a second round much later in the night with Greg bent over the dresser drawers, looking himself in the eyes in the large mirror that was propped against the wall. He had to look away, his stomach threatening to upend everything he’d eaten at dinner. It felt nice, like, he was thoroughly enjoying getting fucked, but his moral compass was threatening the sanctity of his tummy.
The night had ended with Greg jerking himself off in the bathroom then struggling to find his legs, his whole body sore as he practically limped over from the bathroom to the bed. He’d let himself flop down onto the pillow, still trying to catch his breath.
“Can I…can I ask you like, a favor?” Greg panted, turning to look at Sam who had been doing nothing but staring at him, his dark eyes still hungry.
“Shoot.”
“So…if you like, find anything about me relating to I dunno…like an interview with a certain…biographer? Could I ask you to like, maybe forget it?”
Silence. Greg’s heart pounded in his chest. He’d just given this man a confession and if he refused to do what Greg asked…well it’d be over.
“If I get to fuck you like this, continuously? Yeah, no problem.”
Greg let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against the mattress. God it was that easy. Greg thought he’d need more persuading than that. “Yeah man. Totally. Um, just like, maybe can it wait for the morning?”
“Sounds good to me. Oh, but I also need a favor.”
Great. What would a man named Rat Fucker Sam want from him? “Yeah?”
“Don’t tell anyone we slept together. It’d look…bad. For both of us.” Greg was pretty sure he just meant himself. Sam didn’t really strike him as the “care for others” kinda guy. He’d been pretty selfish both rounds. Greg didn’t even get to come.
The next morning, Sam had woken him up with lips making their way over his body, greedy hands itching for more. And once again, Greg let Sam indulge himself, knowing that this would grant him his freedom, if it were truly that easy to get Sam to do things or not do things for him. And like times previous, Greg was splayed out like some exotic animal rug, making noises that porn stars wished they could make. And Sam was loving every last minute of it. But things took a quite unexpected turn.
“You should–fuck– give me your number.” Sam grunted as he gave a smooth yet very thorough thrust of his hips.
“Oh shi–shit! Wh-what?” Greg wasn’t sure if it was truly appropriate to ask whether or not that was a good idea while they were mid-fuck.
“So when we get back to New York….we can do this not on company time. Or on company time, if you’re into that.”
“Oh–ah fuck, h-harder.”
He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t want to make this a regular thing…well maybe he did? The sex wasn’t too bad. And he wasn’t atrocious looking, actually fucking model status. And maybe it would gain him more leverage inside the firm? And Tom would be proud. So proud that he had managed to save his ass all by himself and then some. So maybe it was worth it to give Rat Fucker Sam his number?
This time, Sam actually made Greg come and seemed pretty fucking pleased with himself as he rendered Greg into a useless blubbering mass of limbs, clinging to him in the throes of a particularly nice climax. The two collapsed in a heap next to each other, panting and gasping, all the while desperate to keep their lips attached to one another.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Greg had left Sam’s room after that and recovered in the safety of his own room before getting ready for breakfast. As he passed himself in the mirror and spotted a few hefty purple marks on his neck. Oh god… He pulled his collar closer to his neck and hurried out of the room, praying no one would really notice.
Breakfast was quiet, everyone still processing the insanity that was their previous night. Greg had piled himself a large plate of food up and scanned the room. Tom...where was Tom? He looked over the room once more, quickly avoiding Sam’s gaze. There he was, Tom, sitting by himself, picking at the food on his sad little plate. Greg hurried over with a nervous smile, making himself comfortable at the spot next to him.
Greg kind of owed Tom his life and if Greg didn’t actually care about the older man, he would have thanked Tom in a very particular and seemingly effective way. But, then again, there was a high possibility of being rejected. A man like that with a wife like his cousin? Greg would definitely be turned down. Tom was only kind to him because he had a duty to take care of his dumb ass, but Greg appreciated it nonetheless. It was like a crush, but also an idolization, or something in the messy middle.
“Hey um…thanks for last night.” Greg whispered to him, eyes flicking over to check that Tom was doing okay. He looked tired. “I like…really appreciate it.”
Tom looked up, his eyes a little red from lack of sleep, a tiny thin lipped smile on his mouth as he rested his hand on Greg’s arm. It was a small gesture but it meant the world to Greg, made his heart sing. He smiled back and toyed bashfully with pieces of his bagel.
“What are those?” Tom’s voice was quiet but full of something Greg couldn’t quite put his finger on. He looked back over at Tom, who was ogling his neck, looking confused and concerned. “Did someone try and strangle you in your fucking sleep?” Tom reached out and moved his collar away, fingers brushing against the fresh bruises. “Who do I need to sic Colin on, hm?”
Greg tried not to blush, but instead quickly pulled away.
“N-no. It’s nothing. I just…it was work related?” He stumbled out, keeping his eyes on his plate. Tom would see right through him and probably demand an answer. It’s not like he was going to hide it from Tom, he wanted the other to look at him with pride and see that he could take care of himself. He just wasn’t sure how he would phrase it.
“Work related? How is this remotely close to work related, Greg?” Tom’s tone shifted quickly to agitation, peering hard at Greg’s neck like it would somehow magic them away.
“I um…I took some liberties at ensuring I keep my job. Actually, I think you’d be like…really proud of me.” Greg kept his eyes on his plate, thinking over how he should tell Tom what happened. Maybe Tom would understand? It’s not like the Roys didn’t do worse things to keep their image, among other things, afloat.
He lifted his gaze partially to look at Tom who seemed somber. “Well, go on then. Tell me, what did the Talented Mr. Greg do last night to save his ass?” Maybe he shouldn’t.
“I actually…I’m not sure if this is like, the right time?”
“Oh Gregory, just fucking tell me. It’s too late. The weekend’s already been ruined. What could you possibly tell me that would make it worse?”
Greg shifted in his spot and aimed himself closer to Tom so that no one would be able to hear them. Tucking his hair behind his ears, Greg started, albeit, very nervously.
“So um…remember like, yesterday? When I was asking about the interview and wh-what um–how good Sa– Rat Fucker Sam was at his job?”
“Greg.” Tom's voice dropped, his eyes narrowing. It should have been a cue for Greg to stop, but Greg wasn’t that great about catching nonverbal cues.
“So um…last night I…I showed up to his room. And… we, well, you know.” He shrugged and went back to toying with his bagel, feeling a red blush creep over his neck and cheeks.
“You fucked rat fucker Sam?” His voice cracked. Tom seemed to be in shock, maybe awe with the way that he was looking at Greg. It was a strange reaction for sure.
“Well like, technically he um…y’know, me? Twice. And then again this morning.” Why Greg felt the need to divulge all this information, he didn’t know, but it seemed to happen when he was around Tom. He’d spill his guts if Tom batted his lashes the right way.
“Jesus fuck Greg, please tell me you actually got something from this. Was it terrible? Was he absolutely pitiful and awful? He must have been pathetic.” His voice was reaching, desperate for the answer he wanted, scared of the answer he would get. He was a little too eager to tear down Sam’s ability in bed, eagerly awaiting Greg’s affirming response. But that never came.
“Yeah um, he promised me that he wouldn’t say anything about the biographer and he made me promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone about us. So…” Greg smiled to himself and shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. It was um…it was nice. Pretty good actually. I um– sorry, that like…too much information.” Greg chose to leave out the part where Sam had asked for his number, implying that Sam was hoping for another chance encounter with him.
Tom seemed to choke on whatever he’d been chewing, sliding his chair back harshly as he stared wide eyed at Greg before coughing and clearing his throat.
“Fuck Greg. I–that’s—jesus man. I could have— helped you. You didn’t need to fuck the world’s most skeevy man. You know they call him Rat Fucker for a reason?”
“N-No, I just kinda assumed it was a really bad nickname? You know like…I dunno. But I saved my ass so…” Greg rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of what else to say to Tom.
Tom was silent for a moment before speaking, trying to fight down the prickling feeling that was starting to appear at the corner of his eyes and in the shadows of his brain. “That’s…I gotta be honest, that’s impressive Greg.” He choked out. “Slimy as fuck, but impressive. Uh...good job.” He gently patted Greg’s shoulder. “So you’re in the clear now?”
“Yep. All clear.”
“Good. I’m– you did good. Let’s just not do that again, yeah? You don’t need to fuck people to get what you need. That’s what I’m for– sans fucking, so just come to me if you need anything.” Tom explained, once again resting his hand on Greg’s arm, giving a gentle squeeze.
"Y-yeah. Of course. Thanks.” He nodded.
Greg had a bad habit of becoming easily obsessed with an idea or a thing and for a while, it had been Tom. Greg had been obsessed with him, wanting to cling to him at every turn and that had evolved into a strange business/personal relationship which burgeoned into a crush in which he was too afraid to say anything about.
But things were different. It was like a flip had switched in his head after Hungary. He was fixated on the feeling, the rush he got from blackmailing, having blackmail, and making Tom proud. So after a few days of doing nothing in his apartment, fetching lattes for Tom, he whipped out his phone and texted the one person he thought he’d never text again.
Sam.
He’d sent the first text around 10pm and received a response at a timely 10:02pm. He’d asked the other if he wanted to come over and game out a few ideas. Greg had been struggling with his payroll as of late, his checks were coming in late and sometimes there’d be pay missing on them. He’d gone into the office where pay roll was and asked about it multiple times, begging even. But then the next pay period had come around and nothing had been fixed.
Sam agreed immediately, at his apartment in under 30 minutes. The shorter, dark haired, olive skinned Adonis of a man was leaning against his door frame when Greg had opened it and from there, there was no physically separating them. Greg couldn’t keep his hands off of Sam and Sam couldn’t keep his hands off of Greg. They stumbled through the apartment, knocking shit over, tripping and slipping as they finally ended up on Greg’s couch.
“God I’ve been fucking dreaming of this since we got back.” Sam whispered into his ear as his hands spread over Greg’s body, slipping up his shirt. “I’ve never had such a good fuckin’ lay, man.”
“Y-yeah. Same. I like…couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Greg whispered back.
The two of them rolled around on the couch for some time before Sam had actually managed to get Greg’s pants off. And Greg was entirely receptive, clinging to Sam’s shoulders, his legs wrapped around the other’s waist, mouth partially open as Sam licked over his neck. From somewhere on the coffee table, he could hear his phone buzzing, but chose to ignore it.
Rat Fucker sex was probably some of the best he ever had. His vision doubled at every snap of Sam’s hips, his fingers curling into that soft mop of finely cut hair. The other’s lips were soft and warm wherever they fell on his body. He felt blinded by this man. His “act” of making a show of how good Sam was no longer felt like an act.
“Dude–ah- fuck. C-Can I make a re–ooh–request?” Greg moaned out as he felt a hand go between them.
“If you can speak after I'm done with you…” Sam murmured against his neck, biting down and sucking hard while he worked Greg with one of his free hands.
“Y-yeah that works.” Greg whimpered and threw his head back, arching his spine. “S-Sam. More” He whined and Sam obliged, giving him sloppy, wet hickeys. He grasped Greg’s hips and angled them upwards, driving into the other with a harsher rhythm and Greg felt like he might actually go blind with pleasure.
They didn’t last long after that, the two of them finishing nearly at the same time, rolling onto the floor in a mess of sweaty skin and heaving chests. Greg smiled stupidly up at the ceiling, his whole body buzzing. He felt a palm run over his chest and lips at the shell of his ear.
“So you wanted to talk?” Sam whispered hotly against his ear.
“Yeah. I um…” He turned to face the other. “I need some like…sensitive information on Jim in Payroll? If that’s possible?”
The grin that came over Sam’s face was something akin to Tom’s whenever Greg had told him they could digitize the whole of ATN. He honestly thought Tom was going to kiss them then. But he hadn’t.
“Yeah, of course. You know the trade.”
Sam spent the night at Greg’s. Most of it was spent fucking while the other half was spent trying to recover from said fucking.
It was the early in the morning and Greg’s phone was going off yet again. It’d been buzzing all day and every time he’d gone to answer, Sam had distracted him with his gorgeous eyes and soft hands. But now, Sam was passed out in the bed next to him and Greg could finally pick up the phone.
It was Tom.
“Hey! Hey Tom. I’m sor–”
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all night. I almost sent someone to go make sure you didn’t choke on a fucking cup of noddles.” Tom’s voice hissed through the speaker. Greg cringed, a feeling of guilt bubbling in his stomach as he looked over towards the bed.
“I-I’m fine. Just work stuff. Figuring out payroll. They uh, stiffed me again and it was late.”
“Greg, you know I can help you do that. I’m very intimidating. Just ask. I can talk to Jim tomorrow actually–”
“It’s fine. I um, I’m getting it all figured out actually!”
There was a beat of silence for a moment.
“Well. I’m glad you’re finally learning how to be an adult. About time you stopped hanging onto me like it was the end of the world.” There was a biting tone in his voice that made Greg cringe inwardly, his stomach twisting.
“Yeah, man. Um…” Greg started pacing around the room. “So uh, why are you up so early?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” It went unsaid that the reason why was most likely because of Greg. “What about you?”
“I heard you calling.”
Greg could hear Tom take a deep breath through the speaker. Silence hung around them for a few odd seconds.
“Well, goodnight Greg. See you tomorrow, bright and early, yeah?”
“Yep! Bright and early.”
The next morning, Greg arrived at the office, hiding his hickeys better this time around. Something about last night’s conversation with Tom had placed a seed in the back of his mind. It had been so strange, yet completely in character for Tom. It had sounded like the other was…missing him? Greg didn’t want to believe it. He needed to let go of the rope that he had tethered to Tom so long ago with hopes of an impossible future. This was only making it harder.
The first hour of work, he’d gone up to payroll and laid out all of the details that Sam had given him, bashfully blackmailing Jim for earlier paychecks and no more stiffed hours. The man bent at his will and even gave him an old check that had been around since Greg had started. He left the room feeling…empowered and emboldened. Maybe the Roys had been onto something?
During his lunch, he’d taken up residency in the breakroom, swirling his concoction of chicken noodle soup and chile verde sauce when Sam had happened upon him. It had been a total surprise because usually Sam never left his office and it was a floor or two above Greg’s where they had a much nicer break room with better options.
“H-hey dude! What’s um, what’s up?” Greg asked as the other came around and made himself comfortable in a seat next to Greg.
“Just thought I’d come see you. I was thinking about last night.”
Greg blushed bright red and couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, me too. You’re um, like–really good in bed.”
Sam grinned and leaned forward, running his full hand over Greg’s thigh, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “How much time do you have left for lunch?” He murmured against the other’s ear.
Greg felt his heart jump into his throat, his knee knocking against the underside of the table. “I–sorry. I have twenty minutes left.”
“Follow me.” Sam stood up and motioned for Greg to follow him.
The two snaked through the office, passing by Tom’s office as they did. Greg couldn’t help but sneak a glance, wondering if Tom was there, sitting at his desk by himself. But he didn’t get to look because Sam was tugging him further down the hall. He had pulled the two of them into a storage room and once the door was fully shut, Sam was on him. The flip switched and Greg found himself responding eagerly, letting himself be pushed and manipulated into position.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” Sam growled into Greg’s ear.
“I wouldn’t want you to ever stop.” He whined back, hurrying to drop his trousers for Sam.
Greg wasn’t sure how Sam had managed to make cramped storage room sex so amazing. Maybe it was the scandal of it all, that if anyone heard them being too loud, if anyone swung open that door, they’d be caught. Or maybe Sam just had an amazing dick and knew how to use it. That one seemed more likely.
They left separately, Sam going first, giving him a wink and a kiss goodbye. Greg stayed a few minutes extra attempting to clean himself up, straightening his clothes and hair. He wasn’t expecting Tom to burst through the door, standing before him with his broad arms crossed, glaring down at him, a look of disappointment clearly etched over his features.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gregory? I thought you weren’t going to continue that bullshit?”
Greg stumbled backwards, hands quickly falling to his side, shirt halfway unbuttoned. “I-I dunno what you’re talking about? I was just…napping.” He was a terrible liar and Tom was smarter than that.
“Do you know what you’re—what are you even doing? What are you trying to accomplish here?” Tom questioned as he leered at Greg, trying to look disgusted, but the concern easily overtook his handsome, midwestern features.
“I-I um…I got my payroll figured out?”
Tom’s face fell, whatever semblance of jeering and joking was gone. He was putting the pieces together in his head, Hungary, the phone call from last night, and now today… Not to mention that he’d been keeping an eye on Rat Fucker Sam, noticing his frequent breaks from the upper offices to come down and visit their comfy little corner in ATN World.
“What, so are you two like a thing?” He sneered and made a face, turning his nose up.
“I mean…maybe? What if? It’s not really like…any of your business.” Greg mumbled as he did up the rest of his buttons, no longer wanting to look at Tom. The look on his face was causing Greg a kind of discomfort that he’d never felt before. It was almost fucking painful.
“I think it is Greg. Actually. Because you can’t take care of yourself for shit and he’s a dangerous fucking guy. You think I’m going to let you risk your life because he lays nice pipe?” Tom spat back, not moving from his position. He stood firm.
Greg shoved his shirt back into his slacks and pulled his belt tight before looking up at Tom with anger in his eyes. “I’m a fucking adult man. I’m not some idiot kid anymore. I’ve started taking care of myself and I think I’ve been doing a pr–pretty good job so…fuck off?” He moved to slide past Tom but the other grabbed his shoulder, halting him from going any further.
“Greg, I’m seriously asking you to reconsider. For your safety. He is a slimy, skeevy, terrifying fucking creature of a person.”
Greg contemplated bowing under Tom’s demands, calling it quits with Sam right there at that moment. But he had to remember the pain that came with holding out for something that would never come. And right now, Sam wasn’t making his life painful. He was making it fun, pleasurable, his feelings: requited.
“Whatever. You’re just fucking jealous.” Greg hissed and shoved Tom’s arm off of him before storming out of the storage room. He was brimming with anger but his eyes were threatening to spill tears. Whatever was happening to him was giving him a new found confidence. He never would have had the gall to say that to Tom before, let alone get angry at him. That ship had sailed. Tom wasn’t and had never been interested. It was a silly idea to entertain himself with for so long. He had Sam and felt more powerful and in control than he ever had.
Weeks passed. Sam was spending every night over at Greg’s, the two of them fucking until the sun came up, often going into work together, love marks quite visible from nights prior. And whenever the two came into work together, Tom would be there waiting, ready to greet both of them with a sickly sweet faux smile and a “Good morning, gentlemen.” Greg would duck his head and ignore while Sam would put on a public display of affection like planting a kiss on Greg’s lips, nice and hard, or a hand palming over Greg’s ass. Tom would watch them until they were out of view before going back to his office. People on that level would always expect the slamming of Wambsgan’s door at exactly 10:03am.
Sam claimed that Tom would stalk him in the halls or at lunch, and would appear over his shoulder during meetings. Greg on the other hand hadn’t really seen Tom since their little…quarrel, whatever it was. He’d run errands for him and deliver messages, but never spent long in his office, leaving at the first sign of Tom attempting to break him up with Sam. Which also never took long and never ended nicely.
He didn’t need to hear what Tom had to say. Him and Sam were doing swimmingly. They were getting what they wanted through Sam’s extensive knowledge and IT abilities and both men were rewarded with a night full of debauchery and weed. Then they’d watch a tv show, drink, fuck some more and come up with another person to blackmail and tow behind them. It had ranged from custodial all the way up to Ravenhead. It was really nice, Greg thought.
Until it wasn’t.
Something was changing, shifting once more in Greg. The light switch in him had now become a dimmer, the slider slowly sinking away from the light and allure of blackmail and power. He wasn’t made to be this conniving and evil. Also, he missed Tom. And his friendship, even if it was all he could ever have. He missed those sweet blue eyes and charming long lashes, the way he always made a point to pat his shoulder or rest a gentle hand on the small of his back, the stupid midwestern jokes that no one understood but made Tom lose his mind. He missed the human decency that Tom gave him. He looked at Greg like a human. Sometimes a pitiful human, but a human nonetheless.
Yeah Sam was nice. Sam was fucking hot and great at sex, but he was also emotionally distant, didn’t understand Greg’s anxiety and never tried to help, and not really helpful beyond knowing everyone’s dirty little secrets. The way the other looked at him was always with a lust, a terrifying sort of hunger that couldn’t be sated. Sam knew rosy words and had soft lips, talented hands no doubt… but outside of that… Greg’s little rose colored glasses were starting to shatter. They fully broke that night.
Sam and Greg were lying in bed, limbs tangled together as Sam brushed his lips over Greg’s collarbone, humming along to himself before tilting his head up.
“You know… I was thinking maybe we should go for something bigger?”
Greg looked down and felt his heart jump a bit. Sam had gorgeous brown eyes, thick expressive brows and a jawline that could cut him like a razor’s edge. He felt his knees go weak whenever Sam batted his eyes at him…god it felt like his kryptonite.
“Whaddya mean?” He responded lazily.
“Like fucking over someone bigger than us? Bigger than Ravenhead. I have a lot and have always wanted to use it and you Greg, fuck, you just bring it out of me.” Sam grinned and buried his face in the other’s neck, hands sliding over Greg’s chest.
“Oh? What were you uh, planning? What could it get us?” Greg asked, wrapping an arm around Sam’s shoulders, tugging him closer. One of the nice things about Sam was how small he was in comparison to himself. Greg enjoyed a good height difference and it felt like he was at least in control elevation wise.
“You’re gonna love this. I was thinking…Wambsgans. That prick that won’t leave us alone. Well…won’t leave me alone.” Sam explained giddily.
The words were like a gut punch to Greg. He tightened his hand against Sam’s shoulder.
“Wha-what would that do for us? I’m not sure– like, he doesn’t bother me. Anymore.” Greg stuttered. He couldn’t. No… he wouldn’t. Tom had done too much for him in the past to get fucked over like this.
“Well it would get him off our backs. I have emails, tons of emails and oh my god, his search history– Greg, we could get rid of this asshole.” Sam was getting more and more excited, pressing himself against Greg, lips traveling over his jaw and against his ear.
“For–for what reason? Why? I-I’m just not understanding?” Greg thought of work without Tom, not that he saw him much anymore anyways, but if he was fired or transferred away from Greg because of him and Sam, he knew Tom wouldn’t dare talk to him any more. That would be it for their friendship. Or whatever it had been.
“Man, you don’t know?” Sam laughed and shook his head. “We could get rid of him on the basis of employee harassment and stalking. He’s got a search history full of both our names, using unauthorized software to view personal employee emails. I’ve got group texts to a thread titled something stupid like the “Bug Guys” or maybe “Fly Guys” and oh my god, Greg… you never told me your boss was absolutely infatuated with you.”
Greg felt his heart stop and his body go numb. “What?” He felt his palm grow clammy against Sam’s shoulder.
“Yeah. You’re all he talks about to them. It’s… it’s pretty severe, whatever he’s got for you. Fucking nuts.”
“Let me see.”
Sam smiled and got up from the bed, reaching over to grab his phone, tapping a few icons and a few passwords in before scrolling through a long list of emails. “Here…we are. There. Take a look.” He handed it over to Greg.
Greg took the phone quickly and sat up, resting against his headboard with his knees pulled to his chest. He felt sick, looking at Tom’s private group messages, seeing the thread name. This felt highly illegal.
Re: My “Craig” problem
T: I’m worried you guys. It’s bad news. He’s gonna get hurt and he won’t listen to me. I don’t know what to do.
J: You don’t need to use a code name. We all know it’s the Greg you work with. The Greg that was at your wedding. If it’s that bad you need to just tell it to him straight. Or stay bottled up. Be our guest.
R: Jay’s right. It’s getting a little psychotic, Tom. The way you fixate on him. But if you’re really worried then you might need to actually tell him the whole truth. Because he probably sees you as a weird boss.
T: I’m not going to put my heart on my sleeve like that. I tell him I love him and it’s all gone. Especially with the rat he’s with now. My career would be over.
Greg felt equally sick and elated as he read over the text exchange. Everything that should have seemed so obvious from the beginning was now starting to fall into place. It felt like a dream honestly, the fact that his own feelings were being reciprocated by someone he actually liked? Everything that Tom had done for him, born of out… love?
“We can’t. No. We can’t do that.” Greg shook his head and held the phone firmly in his grasp. His vision was becoming clearer now and the longer that Sam sat in his bed, the sicker he felt. He’d become a monster. “I–I need you to leave.”
Sam furrowed his brows and shook his head. “What? What do you mean? Greg, what’s up? Does this guy actually scare you? Cause if so, that’s even more reason to squeeze his ass.” He reached out to stroke Greg’s cheek softly, leaning up to plant a firm kiss.
“No! No. I…I can’t. I can’t do this. Any of this.” Greg forced himself to look down at Sam. “You need to leave.”
Sam looked up at him, mouth agape in shock, then betrayal. “What. The fuck. What do you mean? Dude, are you breaking up with me?” He sat up and met Greg’s level. His hair was a mess…fuck Sam made it so hard to break up him.
“Y-yeah. Yeah I think I am.” Greg nodded to himself, slowly understanding what he was doing. “Yeah, we’re done dude. I can’t keep doing this. Like you’re hot, you’re really good at fucking but I can’t do this. Not to Tom.”
Sam scoffed and stood up, grabbing his clothes. “You are unbelievable. Really? For that psycho? Why? Because you had a little crush too?” He shoved his pants on and glared at Greg.
Greg didn’t respond, just looked off to the side, hoping that Sam would just get out and leave. But Sam kept talking.
“You’re gonna regret this. You fucking…take it back.” He snapped.
“No. Please, leave.” Greg commanded calmly, keeping his eyes averted.
“I have so much dirty shit on you. And him. I could fucking burn you both and it’d be over for you. So I suggest you take me back.” The words were seething and snaked their way into Greg’s head, wrapping around his brain, his heart stopping. Fuck. Fuck, Sam was right. He’d done so much shit, so much burning and blackmailing that he could easily get fucked if someone used it the right way.
“Sam, I really don’t want it to end like this. I…please, just leave.”
“Give me my phone.”
Greg suddenly remembered the vice grip he had on Sam’s phone. The one containing a whole lot of what he’d done over the past few weeks. He finally looked to Sam and then back at the phone. Slowly, he got up from the bed and stood opposite of Sam who was watching him carefully.
“Don’t burn me. Or him. Please. Let’s just like… be amicable? It was nice while we had it right?” He begged as he began to slowly back up.
“I’m going to ruin the fuck out of you. You think I want to let go of the best lay I’ve ever had. The fucking inspiration you give me for– jesus fuck, Tom’s takedown could be fucking amazing.” Sam’s eyes looked like they could be lit ablaze with the fire of a thousand suns. Greg tried not to find it desperately attractive.
“Sam, you sound like… kinda like a crazy person?” Greg confessed, nearing his window that looked down over the busy street.
“You make me crazy, Greg. What are you doing?”
Greg had gone to the window and popped one open, sliding it up. “I really liked you. But I think I… love Tom? So I can’t let you do any of what you’re planning.”
“You motherfucker. If you drop that phone…” Sam threatened, crossing the threshold of the living room to run towards Greg. But he was too slow and Greg tossed the phone out the window with a tiny yell, stepping to the side as Sam ran up to it, watching it fall and shatter into tiny pieces below. “You…I’m gonna burn you even fucking harder! I still have a computer idiot.”
“Please…” Greg begged, going over to Sam, grabbing his shoulders. “Please?” Part of him felt the urge to follow through to ensure Sam wouldn’t hurt them. To fall into bed with this asshole yet again. Just one last time to make sure…
“Get off of me.” Sam shoved him off, pushing his chest. Greg stumbled backwards, staring with wide eyes, tears starting to prickle up in the corners. “Fuck you. God, Greg, we could have had something amazing.”
“You don’t have to do this. You really don’t.” Greg begged, feeling his throat choking up. His mind raced as he thought of Tom and the emails he’d just seen. He couldn’t be the reason that Tom lost his job.
“I’m going to. Fuck Tom and fuck you.” Sam spat and glared at Greg before grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment with the slam of the door.
Greg was panicking. He didn’t know what to do. Fuck, FUCK. His mind was racing. Tom had always liked him, in fact Tom loved him. And while it should have felt like the most amazing moment in his life, he felt like he might throw up. Because Sam was on his way to ruin their lives. To expose them and get them fired. Then Tom would really fucking hate him. All that love that Greg didn’t even know was there would be taken away in a blink of an eye. So, he did what he knew best. He went over to his bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, dialing his second emergency contact. While the phone rang on the other end, Greg hurriedly jumped into a pair of jeans and grabbed a random sweater out of his closet, throwing it on quickly.
“Well look who came crawling back. What is it Greg?” Tom had finally picked up. Greg let out a little sigh of relief as he shoved his feet into some shoes, sans socks and grabbed a jacket.
“Are–can…” He stopped, struggling to find the words without blubbering all over the place. “I’m–I need to come over.”
Silence. Just Tom’s breathing on the other side of the line.
“I’m in trouble.” Greg begged softly.
“Fine. I’ll let them know you’re on your way.” Tom relented far too easily and Greg felt somewhat guilty about it.
“Thank you.”
The drive to Tom’s apartment was nerve wracking. He was constantly checking his phone, expecting an email or something to be sent from Sam with all of his indiscretions listed on a fucking golden plaque with the title “You’re Fired”. But mostly, he was self loathing. Hating himself for thinking he could do this all by himself, taking care of big adult bullshit by fucking your way through it. Hating himself for not picking up on the fact that Tom had always cared about him in a way that Greg hadn’t even fathomed. Despising himself because they could lose their careers with this one. Because of him. He convinced himself not to cry in front of the driver, instead staring hard out the window, forcing tears back.
Upon arrival, the doormen quickly let him in and Greg scurried to the elevator. Once in the safety of that tiny little box, he let himself openly sob, his shoulders shaking as he curled into the corner of the elevator car. He didn’t even realize he’d arrived until the doors slid open and Tom was standing there, waiting for him with crossed arms, a glass of wine in one hand, looking pissed. But, that front fell as soon as he saw Greg cowering in the corner with tear streaked cheeks and red eyes.
“Oh fuck. Greg. Come in.” He took a few brisk steps towards the elevator and placed a reassuring hand on Greg’s shoulders, guiding him out and into his apartment. Greg’s body was still shuddering, sniffing and wiping his nose as he let Tom guide him to the couch. “Jesus…do you–do you want anything to drink?”
Greg shook his head quickly and stared up at Tom, feeling like he might just throw up his entire upper intestine. That or his heart might fall out of his chest. Whichever one came first.
“Okay. Well, shit.” Tom shifted back and forth on his feet nervously, wavering between sitting down next to Greg and standing. “What…what happened?”
"I fucked up.” Greg blurted out. “I fucked up big time, man. I–I’m so sorry. You were…you were right. You were fucking right.” And the waterworks started back up, full throttle. “I fucked us.”
Tom frowned and set his glass down on the coffee table before going to sit next to Greg, resting a hand on the other’s knee. “Buddy, I need you to be a little more clear. What. Happened?”
“Sam.” He squeaked out, feeling his face grow bright red. “Sam’s going to like…burn me. Burn us. Fuck–Tom you were right. I’m sorry. I should have listened.” His hands were shaking terribly as they raked through his hair, an anxious habit his mother had asked him to stop multiple times. ‘You’ll go bald with all that fiddling.’
“Burn you? Greg, what happened? I thought it was all fucking hunky dory over in Rat Fucker Town.” Tom’s grip on Greg’s knee tightened, worry for his young assistant washing over his face. He scooted closer, ducking his head to try and get a read on Greg’s face, attempting to catch eye contact with the other but Greg was deliberately avoiding it.
His breathing was shallow and panicked, hiccups accompanying his hysterics. He finally caught Tom’s eyes and stared into them. “He–He wanted to uh–blackmail and burn you. D-drag your name through the mud. And I said no.”
“You said no. To Rat Fucker Sam? Greg… oh buddy.” Tom sighed and moved his hand to Greg’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Why would you do that?”
“He–he was going to fuck you. Like…not in a good way.” Greg’s voice cracked as he attempted a laugh. “Tom, he had all these things on you, man. These emails and texts messages, group threads. I couldn’t…I couldn’t let him do that. Fuck. I’m sorry man. I’m so fucking sorry. You were right. I’m–I’m a fucking idiot. I tried taking care of myself so that maybe, I wouldn’t be like…such a burden to you? And maybe you’d be like, proud of me? For becoming my own–my own guy.” Greg rambled on, his hands gesticulating wildly as he spoke.
Tom had watched the rant and ramble, his heart starting to break for the other. The look of shock that had come over his face when he’d heard Greg had denied Sam changed into something new entirely. Something soft that Greg had never seen before.
“Oh. Oh, Gregory… No. I never thought you were a burden.” Tom murmured softly, his thumb rubbing little circles against Greg’s shoulder. “I just wanted to take care of you. That’s all. I like knowing you’re…you’re safe.” He felt silly confessing it but it was true. Tom enjoyed looking after Greg. Maybe it was because he cared deeply about the other and wanted no harm to come to the man whom he cherished.
Greg had been staring off at the blank wall ahead of them when he heard Tom say that. He turned his head, feeling his heart skip a beat in the midst of all this shit. Tom was looking at him with love.
“I’m sorry.” He whimpered out. “I’m sorry about everything. About what I said in the storage room, for not talking to you, for freezing you out. I’m sorry. I was stupid and blinded by Sam and–”
“Hey.” Tom interrupted. “Stop beating yourself up. Yeah, you fucked up. Sounds like big time. But, it’s nothing I can’t fix, yeah?” He hesitantly removed his hand and went to swipe his thumb over Greg’s cheekbone, wiping away the tears that had fallen.
Greg nodded silently, watching Tom’s movements carefully. Every single action he made towards Greg had been soft and sweet. He didn’t deserve this.
“So, tell me, what did he have on me? Couldn’t have been bad…” Tom regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. This was Rat Fucker Sam we were talking about. Of course whatever that asshole had was going to have some heft to it.
“He um…” Greg bit his lip, thinking back to the text thread “He has your emails, voice memos… um, but he also has your uh…your group texts. With the uh, your friends, the “fly guys”. He’s um…gonna cite workplace harassment and misconduct.”
Tom felt the blood drain from his face and Greg noticed. “Oh. Did you…read them?”
Greg nodded slowly, not making a sound. He was scared of how Tom might react. At this point it felt like an anything goes type of night.
“Listen, Greg. I…It was razzing. Just joking. I–I couldn’t give two shits what you do. I just–” Tom began to quickly cover up his tracks, panic rising in his voice.
“I feel the same way. I mean, I’ve felt the same way.” Greg blurted out quickly before Tom could backtrack any farther. “I read them and I…I feel the same way.”
Tom looked at him, his eyes wide. Was Greg pulling a fast one on him? If so, that was a cruel fucking joke to be had. “What…do you mean?”
“I…I think I love you? I mean, I’ve always liked you. But um…time kinda progressed and like it became something more. And that was scary. You were sending all these mixed signals and Shiv…also, I just thought you know, me, not your type at all. Complete opposite end of the spectrum. So uh…I figured yknow, we were just friends.” Greg elaborated, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a frenzy, worried that maybe Tom might cut him off.
“So Sam…?” Tom asked, cautious yet intrigued.
“It started as something to save my ass. And then just kinda…snowballed. He’d just sort of show up at my place. But I–I couldn’t care less about him. I thought about you every day. And when he said he was going to burn you I just…” Greg let out a short laugh. “I um…I might have thrown his phone out my window?”
Tom has no response. He was far too busy lost in Greg’s eyes, his heart singing. He gave a dazed half smile and let his full hand cover Greg’s cheek. He should be scolding Greg, telling him that he had told the younger how terrible Sam was and that he should have listened. But Tom was just relieved that Greg was physically safe and under his roof. The added confession of love was the cherry on top.
“Tom?” Greg asked shakily, his own hand going up to cover Tom’s.
“Sorry. Just…processing it all. I can’t believe you tossed his phone, you crazy fuck.” Tom laughed weakly. “And I can’t believe you thought I was out of your league. When you’re over there fucking Mr. Universe 2020.”
Greg shrugged bashfully, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear with a shaking hand. “Well you are married. So that also um…kinda kept me from…yknow?”
“It’s an open relationship.” Tom sputtered out quickly. “So it wouldn’t be an issue. If you wanted to. I don’t want you to feel like just because I…love you, that you need to reciprocate.” Tom had so quickly lost his confidence, terrified that Greg was just trying to soften the blow of Sam’s bombshell burn material.
Now it was Greg’s turn to console and reassure. He took Tom’s hand from his face and held it gently in his own, making eye contact with the other. He moved closer, their knees slotted between each other. Greg felt his heart pounding, threatening to break out of his sternum as he placed his free hand against Tom’s knee, bracing himself as he leaned closer towards the other. Between them was ragged breaths, nervous glances from eyes to lips as Greg came closer to closing the gap between them.
When their lips met, it was shaky and uneven, the two fumbling to match their mouths against each other’s. Tom had brought his hand back up to pull Greg in closer. It was sweet and gentle, chaste even. A total 180 from what Greg has been used to. He could have stayed like that forever, but unfortunately he needed air to survive. Pulling away just a fraction or so from Tom, he smiled at him and fluttered his eyes before letting out a content sigh.
“It was always reciprocated.” Greg murmured, his voice still broken up from crying. “I think I always loved you.”
Tom cocked his head and gave a smile, patting Greg’s cheek. “Hate that this had to happen like it did…but I’m…relieved, Gregory. I love you too.” It felt unreal letting the words flow from his mouth but it was indeed real.
“I’m sorry about Sam. I really am. And I’ll do like…whatever needs to be done to fix it.” Greg apologized profusely, squeezing Tom’s hand. “I feel like, really awful about it.”
Tom sighed and brought Greg into a tight embrace, holding him gently against his chest, pressing his lips to Greg’s temple. “Don’t worry. We’ll get it figured out. He won’t dare try and fuck us over. Especially not you. I’ll kill him if I have to.” Tom hated how sincere the threat felt, how something came over him the instant he knew Greg was in trouble and his job was in jeopardy.
“Well maybe not that far? But…enough to get him fired? He has a lot on us…” Greg was tired, his body like jelly, trying to recoup from the near panic attack he’d had just moments ago. His mind was fuzzy and all he could really think about was Tom warm arms wrapped around him, keeping him safe. “I’m sorry.”
Gently stroking the back of Greg’s head, Tom contemplated calling Kendall up in hopes that he’d have some way to get rid of Rat Fucker. But right now, he knew that Greg needed to be his main focus. He needed to not only protect him but take care of him in this fragile state.
“Stop apologizing. Alright? It’s okay, Greg. I’m not harboring any ill will towards you. I understand your position and I should have communicated. You are not and never have been a burden. I enjoy taking care of you.” Tom explained as he brushed his fingers through Greg’s soft locks. He felt the other relax into the touch, putting his full weight onto Tom.
He changed tones and gingerly pulled back, bracing Greg’s shoulders. “Maybe we should get you to bed.”
Greg blinked sleepily and nodded. His body and mind were quickly crashing. “What about uh…Shiv?”
“Away on business.”
That was all Greg needed to hear. After that, he let Tom lead him to the master bedroom, finding a comfortable spot on the edge of the bed while the other flitted around, getting things ready for Greg. He pulled out a spare t-shirt and pajama bottoms and handed them to the other who didn’t even bother to move from his spot. Greg tossed his sweater to the ground and clumsily tugged the spare shirt on, kicking off his pants and wiggling into the soft silky bottoms.
All the while, Tom had been getting ready, sneakily watching the other change from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t believe his divine luck. To have Greg show up at his doorstep begging to be taken care of, confessing his love. Tom smiled to himself before going over to the bed, slipping under the blankets with Greg who had made himself mighty comfortable. He was snuggled against the pillow, only his dark hair poking out from under the comforter. He’d had moments before where he knew Greg was someone that he would do anything for. But this moment in time cemented it.
Tom switched the lights off on his bed stand and rolled over, hesitantly sliding closer to the younger man, slipping an experimental hand over his waist. Greg made a soft hum and snuggled up into the touch.
“Thank you. For everything.” Greg whispered in the dark, his hand finding Tom’s.
“Anytime, Greg. All you have to do is ask.”
Greg fell asleep almost instantly. Tom… well, he laid there, wide awake, listening to Greg’s even, slow breaths, feeling the way his chest rose and fell against his arm. Then, the buzz of Greg’s phone. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been buzzing. But it felt like a sound he’d long since drowned out since Greg stepped foot in his apartment. Tom reached over Greg’s sleeping figure and picked up the phone, staring at the number.
Sam - Missed Calls: 101
He must had had a back up. Tom frowned and went into Greg’s phone, blocked the number and set the phone back on the bedside table. He laid back down, draping his arm over Greg’s waist once more, forcing his eyes shut.
His stomach was in a sick twist of butterflies and full blown panic. There had been a few times he had to swallow bile as he’d allowed his mind to wander too far into the future, wondering what else Sam might have on him. He’d definitely done and said questionable things while on company time. Coupled with the psychotic search history that had come with the revelation Greg was quite literally fucking the Rat Fucker.
He was only pulled back to the present by Greg shifting and whimpering against him, moving to turn over and curl up against his chest, long slender fingers reaching out to grip the front of Tom’s shirt. Tom felt his heart skip a beat and his knees go weak. He instantly came to wrap a protective arm over Greg’s shoulders, pressing his cheek against his head.
He was scared. Scared of tomorrow, of what might happen. He’d worked so hard at creating a perfect life. And if he had just adhered to that model he’d made up in his head…maybe he wouldn’t be here, his job on the line. But maybe, also, he wouldn’t be as happy as he was. Because despite the icy hold his anxieties had on his stomach, the man laying against him now, who had showed up out of the blue one day many months ago, made him happier than he ever thought possible. It shattered his image of a perfect life and Tom wasn’t wanting to pick up the pieces. It might also be the only thing that would make the burn worth it. But, he couldn’t let that happen to begin with. Not to him nor Greg. He’d made a promise that he intended to keep.
Tom waited a few more minutes before hesitantly reaching over for his phone on the nightstand. There was no going to sleep at all tonight and his head had been racing with ideas, trying to figure out what to do to get them out of this mess. And one name kept popping into his head. He dialed the number with one hand, pressing the phone to his ear, waiting.
“Tom? What is it?”
“Ken, Hey. I need a favor.”
Not a day later, after hundreds of missed calls and a blocked number, Greg was walking down the hallway of the C-Suite with Kendall on one side of him and Tom on the other. Now this is what power felt like. Doing the right and just thing, screwing Rat Fucker Sam out of his fucking mind. As they walked briskly through the halls, he felt Tom’s fingers briefly brush up against his. He didn’t need to turn his head far to catch the reassuring look Tom was giving him. He stood a little straighter as they continued on.
”Are you sure you want to come with? You could just stay here and wait–”
“I want to see him get screwed. Please?”
“Fine.”
The three of them came to a stop at an unmarked wooden door. Kendall knocked and they waited. There was no room number, no name. Just a door. Greg felt that this fit well with Sam. Who was probably just on the other side of the door. His palms were clammy, he noticed. How long had they’d been clammy? And his heart was pounding. Had it been doing that before? He felt his nerves rising, looking to Tom, giving a tiny shake of his head. Abort. Fuck no. I can’t do this. Tom reached out and quickly grasped Greg’s hand, giving it a brief squeeze before dropping it as the door swung open.
Sam looked… like himself. Like he wasn’t losing sleep or not eating over the terrible things he’d done. Like Greg was. The man’s eyes darted between Kendall and then Tom, finally landing on Greg, a fiery rage bursting in his usual soft brown eyes. Greg shrunk back.
“Funny, Ken, I was just coming to see you about these two.” Sam laughed dryly. “I was hoping to talk to HR too. Got some important shit I think you should see.”
“Sam we gotta uh…we gotta talk.” Kendall started with a sigh. It’d been a long night. Just 12 hours prior, he had been totally unaware of the bombshell that Tom was going to unload on him at 3am in the morning. He had understood most and gleaned the rest from subtext and body language when he had shown up to Tom’s apartment at 4am. An interesting and long night indeed. But, Tom was a decent guy and his intentions seemed good, kind. And the shit he had on Sam was… telling.
“Actually, Kendall,” Tom tapped Ken’s shoulder. “May I?”
Ken looked back at Tom and nodded, stepping to the side, letting Tom take his place. He easily towered over Sam, looming over him. It was strange being this up close and personal with a man who had single handedly and very nearly upended his whole life. Tom was going to enjoy this.
“It is my extreme pleasure to let you know that uh…” Tom paused and leaned forward with a vindictive grin. “You’ve been terminated.”
“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed.
“I’m sorry, did I stutter? Do I need to say it slower? You’re. Fired.” Tom was absolutely revelling in this, a grin plastered to his face.
“Under what fucking grounds?!” Sam snapped, eyes darting to Greg.
“Hey, look at me.” Tom snapped his fingers aggressively in Sam’s face. “Under the grounds I’m the one rat you can’t fuck. You tried and you’re getting your dick clipped off with the fucking rat traps you set out yourself.”
Sam looked shocked, completely thrown for a loop. Anger was brimming in him, Greg could sense it. The way he held himself, how his posture changed and shifted. Greg knew what was coming and braced for it.
“You motherfucker–” Sam hissed and made a move towards Greg, but Tom was quick to snatch him up by the collar, yanking the other into his air space.
“Don’t you fucking think about it buddy. We’ll have security escort you out.” Tom whispered, absolutely basking in the moment. He gave a snap and wave of his hand and from around the corner came an armed security guard. Tom let go of Sam with a rough flick of his hand and took a step back, falling into line with Greg, their shoulders bumping gently.
“Ken, you can’t let him do that, can you?” Sam asked as his eyes darted to Kendall, his voice now desperate as the guard moved closer to him.
“I saw what was given to me and… it was just something I couldn’t look past.” Kendall explained. “Sorry man.” He gave Sam and awkward nod of the head before looking to Tom and Greg. “I’ve got a meeting so I’m going to head out.”
Tom thanked Kendall and watched as he walked out of view, leaving him and Greg with Sam and the security. Tom sighed dramatically and dropped his hand down to interlink with Greg’s.
“It’s a shame it played out like this. You were so good at your job. But, I should be thanking you.” Tom clicked his tongue, glancing up to Greg with tender eyes. He was visibly swooning and couldn’t help but lean up and press his lips to Greg’s cheek.
“Fuck you. Fuck both of you.” Sam spat as the guard urged him away from his office, ushering down the opposite end of the hall, towards the elevators. Then, there were two. Tom and Greg stood in the hallway, the air bristling with something that Tom couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Thank you, Tom, like really, thank you. I don’t know if–” Greg had started his ramble of apologies that hadn’t ceased since this morning. Tom cut him off with a quick yet firm kiss to the lips, leaning up on his toes to reach the other’s mouth, but Greg had already met him halfway.
“Don’t apologize. Just…let’s bask in it, yeah?” Tom murmured as he pulled away. Greg nodded and hand in hand, they both watched Sam get into the elevator, waving goodbye to the rat fucker once and for all.