Oh, Mister.

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Hal isn’t sure which of them is more nervous as he stands in the doorway, and there’s something ridiculous about that. About his being nervous about sex when the other party was a virgin. He didn’t want to hurt him though, he desperately didn’t want to hurt him, and he holds his hands behind his back, clutching something in his hands, and there’s an internal struggle where he tries to decide if it would be worse to pay attention to all of the little out of place things in the room, or to ignore them and chance some part of him going rampant at that control surrendered.

“You can c’min, y’know,” Tom tells him before he has a chance to reach his conclusion, sitting on the bed and looking up at him. He pats the bed next to him, and Hal hesitates for a second before he moves to sit. Anything to cut short the brief look that had been on Tom’s face as he wondered if Hal had changed his mind.