Why

(Chris refused to talk to me again T.T Tommy gets the Pov)

Tommy-

The wheels on his wheelchair screeched as it was shoved into a corner by Christopher after he'd helped Tommy back into bed. It was clear that the man was mad, so Tommy bit his lip the entire way back to his apartment, and still did his best to stay quiet when he was settled into the bed. Why Chris was so mad, however, escaped Tommy.

He knew he'd pay for making the man bring him along, but his anger had only grown after they'd left. When Christopher suddenly kicked off his shoes and dropped into the bed beside him, then dialed a number on his cell before raising it to his ear, Tommy looked away. He was listening, of course, but didn't want to seem like he was.

"Domino?" Christopher asked, his voice dark.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, then Domino's voice came through the speaker, easily loud enough for Tommy to overhear.

"This is about the bruises, right?"

He sounded exhausted and stressed. Christopher confirmed that he was correct, making Tommy narrow his eyes on the wall facing away from Chris. He'd noticed the bruises, but he also knew Jana. The man had likely caused them, but he hadn't seem stressed about them seeing what he'd done, so Tommy wasn't sure exactly what the situation was.

"Look, it's not what it seems. He's just... really physical in, uh, bed. They aren't intentional. We haven't actually fought or anything, so please don't worry about the bruises."

The idea of Jana topping Domino was hard to imagine. Not that Tommy tried. He really didn't need that kind of mental image floating around in his head, but still. It was a surprise.

"You're sure you're okay? Are you going to talk to him about that? If it gets worse, it can be a serious issue. He can't keep doing that to you and expect to not draw negative attention." Christopher replied, his tone serious. He might not like Domino, but he clearly didn't want the man to suffer, or for Jana to end up back in jail, either.

"Yeah, man. I, we're going to talk about it." Domino said. When they were both silent for a moment, Christopher let out a quiet sigh. "Fine. Please do that. I'll be over again soon to check in on things, and possibly get him set up with a therapist."

Domino mumbled something on the other end that Tommy couldn't hear, then they both hung up without a goodbye. Setting his phone down on the nightstand beside the bed, Christopher stretched out, dropping his head down onto the pillow. Tommy finally turned his head to look slightly down at the man, who already seemed to be drifting off.

Tommy knew that the medicine he needed was likely crushed up in pasta sitting in the fridge, and he was seriously beginning to hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to ask Christopher to get up and get it. He looked so peaceful. The worry lines that normally creased his brow were gone, and he was breathing in a slow, comfortable rhythm.

Christopher's kindle was just to his right, easily within reach, but Tommy just couldn't move his eyes from the gorgeous man. Yes, he was also handsome, but he held a beauty that many men lacked. He had a well-defined face, soft, dirty blond hair, and bright yet daunting eyes. Add to that, his toned chest and legs, and Tommy couldn't help but look. The only thing that bothered him about the man was that he likely didn't get his body size from working out or eating right. He probably starved himself as he spent hours upon hours working.

He would look even better, healthier, if he would just take some time to relax each week.

"Sorry... I guess I dozed off for a few minutes."

Frowning, Tommy settled himself better against the pillows as Christopher pushed himself back to his feet. It was clear by the way he held himself that he was still tired, and needed to be back in bed, not getting up.

"You need to lie down longer than that." He said, the words slipping before he could catch them.

Christopher tensed for a moment, but seemed to ignore the comment besides the slight action as he disappeared out of the bedroom doorway. It took longer than Tommy would have liked for him to return, but when he did, Tommy couldn't find it in himself to be mad. In fact, he was really happy to take the bowl of cold pasta he knew would taste like medicine when it was offered, because Christopher had made himself something to eat that wasn't just a bowl of cereal or a protein bar.

The small portion of hamburger and pasta looked like they came out of a premade dinner package, but Tommy wasn't going to comment about that. He was just glad that Christopher was eating, and quite quickly, too.

Maybe I can get him to eat more? He thought as he hurried to force down the cold pasta,  that clearly tasted like medication, he'd earned for his outburst earlier. Tommy made sure to finish the bowl of food right after Christopher did, then hesitantly looked over at the man and offered up the bowl.

"Any chance I could get some more... please?"

He almost added a 'sir', out of habit, but managed to hold the word back, unsure if Chris would take it as a positive or negative right then. Christopher took his bowl with a nod and disappeared from the room again. He took a little while to return, and when he finally did, Tommy couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips.

The man had brought him back a warm bowl of pasta with a little butter and pepper on it. He'd also brought back his own plate, reloaded with what had to be the remaining pasta. They both finished their meals in companionable silence, then Christopher returned the dishes and brought back one cup. He wasn't big on wasting dishes if he could help it, so Tommy wasn't surprised when the cup had clearly been already drunk from, then refilled. Considering Christopher's lips had just been on the glass, Tommy was a little too eager to swallow down the cool water. A little bit of the liquid went down the wrong part of his throat, making Tommy sputter and begin coughing.

Out of reflex, he went to pound on his chest, but thankfully Chris caught his hand and began rubbing his back firmly. It didn't help as much as he remembered a few good hits to his upper chest did, but he realized that he would have hit his injury if he'd succeeded in completing his previous action.

As his breathing slowly became more manageable, Tommy let his body sag against Christopher's. He hadn't noticed the man move right up against him, but it made sense that he was there, as he'd been rubbing Tommy's back for several minutes. Instead of moving away like he'd expect Chris to do after he'd caught his breath, the man released Tommy's hand and moved both of his to the hem of Tommy's shirt.

"Let me check your injury, that fit could have caused a problem."

Tommy had already been shirtless, and hell, he'd been completely naked in front of the man before, but those facts never made it easier to agree to lose an article of clothing in front of him. He shifted nervously, but when Christopher gave him a stern look, he knew that arguing would be pointless.

Leaning back against the pillows, Tommy carefully raised his arms over his head as much as he could manage without feeling too much pain. Christopher tugged up his shirt after Tommy had stopped moving.

"It looks okay. The skin is a little red around where the stitches are dissolving, but it shouldn't cause any problems." He said, then paused as he began lowering Tommy's shirt. "Actually, I want you to keep your shirt off tonight, just in case."

Tommy cut him a look, because quite honestly, it got pretty cold in his apartment at night. He also didn't want to be shirtless in front of Chris, but the man was already removing the garment before Tommy could figure out what he could say to be allowed to keep it on.

Christopher tossed Tommy's shirt into the clothing hamper by the door, effectively removing any chance he had of getting it back on anytime soon. He then got his laptop and scooted back against the headboard to begin working.

The thought to close the laptop crossed Tommy's mind, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, even if he was frustrated at the man's actions. He didn't want to force him to do any extra work because of his childish anger.

I'll get some more rest, and maybe by the time it's time to go to sleep for the night, I'll be allowed to have it back. The idea that he could earn his shirt back by doing what Chris asked of him earlier, which was to rest, made Tommy feel a little better. When he nestled down into the pillows and pulled the blanket that was around his legs up to his chest, he realized just how tired he actually was. Sleep didn't take long to find him, but Tommy did try to fight it right before it took him away, because he couldn't help but wonder at the soft brush of something against his forehead before darkness turned off his confused mind.