Epilogue

(Thank you for following Domino, Christopher, Tommy and of course, Jana, my insane amazing baby through their (way too many feels) story. Stay tuned for a Coming Soon chapter with our new friend, A.J. together with the continuation of Chris and Tommy in the 3rd story)

Tommy-

Hearing the front door creak open quietly, then close with an almost-mute click made Tommy glance up from the book he was reading on Christopher's Kindle. He didn't think that he'd like it much, but to his surprise, the fantasy story was quite interesting. It was the third one in the series, though, which made it a bit confusing because he hadn't read the first two. That was mainly because Christopher had pointed out his error in choosing the third one first, and Tommy didn't want to seem like he'd made a mistake, so he said he had read the other two before.

Of course, he could tell that I was lying, somehow. He thought as he rolled his eyes and put the screen on sleep mode. The door to the spare bedroom opened a moment later, revealing a disheveled, and if Tommy was being absolutely honest, delicious, Christopher. Tommy wanted to ask him if he was alright, and pull him into his lap for comfort, but he knew that there was a more pressing issue that took priority right then.

"Is Jana safe?"

Christopher had been helping him get settled into his house, as he hadn't thought Tommy was ready to go back to his own place yet, when Domino had called from prison. Needless to say, everything had been dropped and Christopher had run out the door, sleep-deprived eyes suddenly on full alert.

Of course, Tommy had wanted to go, too, considering Jana was someone he did honestly care about, but Christopher hadn't even given him a chance to ask if he could. Christopher shrugged out of his wrinkled doctor's coat at the same time he kicked off his shoes, then dropped onto the edge of the bed beside Tommy with a tired sigh.

"Yes. We got to him in time."

Relief washed over Tommy as he heard the words he'd been hoping for. "Is he with Domino or at a hospital?" He asked.

"Domino. There was someone else there, too, that looked far too much like him if he were in his teens again. I have no idea who he is, as I only got his name, which was A.J., but the resemblance was scary. He was about to jump, too, but for some reason, he hung onto Jana."

The information boggled Tommy's mind. A younger version of Jana, about to jump when his older version suddenly appears to do the same?

"That makes no sense." He said after a moment.

Christopher gave out a deep chuckle and flopped over onto the bed, yawning the moment his head hit the only pillow that wasn't helping prop Tommy up so that he was comfortable.

"Don't tell me you have another shift tonight," Tommy whispered as he hesitantly reached over to place his hand on top of Christopher's soft mussed blond hair. When he didn't receive a response, he gently brushed aside the strands blocking his view of Christopher's face, then shook his head as a sad smile spread across his lips at the look of exhaustion he wore.

Christopher's phone decided to ring right at that moment, drawing the man slowly out of his doze as he reached for it where it rested in his pocket. Tommy watched, knowing that he should move his hand, but for once, he didn't care. In fact, as Christopher brought the phone toward his ear, eyes mostly closed, Tommy began to run his thumb just beneath the man's right eye, rubbing along the dark smudges that seemed to be an almost permanent part of his handsome face now.

"Please... just today, Sir. Please, rest." He said quietly, afraid that if he rose his voice and risked letting his dominant side come out, it might have the opposite effect.

As if on cue, Skipper bounded into the room, hopping up onto the bed, even though there was very little room left. He curled up in the small spot right between them, resting his head on Tommy's legs as his tail thumped happily against Christopher's side. Christopher had paused, the phone halfway to his ear, when the dog had run in, but hearing the last ring of the tone, he hurried to click accept, then answer with a surprisingly-crisp "Hello?"

Tommy slowly moved his hand away to delve his fingers into Skipper's fur, knowing that Christopher was being called in because of the voice on the other end of the phone when the man started speaking. It was the supervisor of the jail, and while he couldn't hear specifics, when Christopher ran a hand over his face and partially through his messy hair, it was obvious that he wasn't happy.

"Are you sure you can't call in the relief doctor?" He asked, his voice suddenly sounding much more tired.

Please. Please call in someone else. Tommy silently begged.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then what sounded like word vomit to Tommy. He won't do it. Of course not. Rare anger ran through Tommy's body as he watched Christopher close his eyes and give out a mute sigh.

That's enough. Tommy thought as he grabbed the phone, surprising Christopher so much that his eyes jerked back open, but he didn't try to take the device back. Holding it up to his own ear, Tommy carefully leaned back against the pillows and narrowed his eyes on the blanket covering his lap. "I'm sorry, sir, but Christopher needs to help me, as was discussed in my release documents from the prison's medical ward. He has to remain with me for two more full days, and I don't believe he will be of much use if he loses another night of sleep."

The man on the other end was silent for a moment, then grunted out a frustrated "I hear ya," before hanging up abruptly.

Tommy sighed and tossed the cell phone to his right, away from Christopher, in case he wanted to try and call the man back. When he looked back over at him, Tommy felt an awkward weight settle in his stomach. Christopher was glaring, clearly mad that he'd had taken his phone, then dismissed the caller so readily without permissions.

Of course he's mad. He's a dominant that just got treated like a whiny sub. Well, too bad.

"Go to sleep, Christopher." Tommy stated, adding an undertone to his voice that brooked no argument.

When the man's eyes just narrowed further, Tommy shook his head on the pillow. He didn't have the energy to fight him anymore than he already had, so if Christopher wanted to kill himself by going back to work, then Tommy wouldn't stop him.

He felt the bed dip right next to him a moment later before Christopher's face blocked most of his vision of the ceiling. Tommy couldn't be upset with the view, even if the man was scowling. In fact, he actually cracked a tired smile and chuckled quietly.

"You clearly need more sleep than me." Christopher mumbled as he turned to sit with his legs hanging over the edge. When he moved to tug off the black shirt he'd been wearing under his doctor's coat, Tommy didn't bother averting his eyes. He drank in the smooth outline of muscle as Christopher lifted his arms, making the chords flex as he removed the garment with a content sigh and tossed it to the floor.

When he looked back over his shoulder, Tommy smirked, earning an eye roll before Christopher reached over and pressed his hand over Tommy's eyes. "Go to sleep before you get dehydrated from drooling so much."

Tommy pursed his lips, then lapped at Christopher's hand with his tongue. To his surprise, the bed just dipped a little more, signaling to Tommy that Christopher was leaning in even closer. When his breath ghosted between his fingers and onto his face, Tommy felt his stomach drop as if he were on a rollercoaster. Christopher was close enough that their noses would have touched if his hand wasn't covering half of his face. "Go to sleep, Tommy... or I won't tie you up tomorrow."

If Christopher's voice hadn't been so deep. Hadn't been so stern, Tommy wouldn't have believed the promise he was making with his words. If there was even a sliver of hope that Christopher had just hinted at possibly being interested in him, Tommy would do whatever the hell the man asked.

So, when Christopher let his hand slide down Tommy's face, stopping only when it had cupped his jaw and his thumb was resting gently on Tommy's lower lip, adrenaline mixed together with his already-nervous stomach and began to make him dizzy.

"I want to see you asleep in five minutes." Christopher said as his hand suddenly left Tommy's face and he turned back to face the side of the bed.

Disappointment started to morph Tommy's nervousness into frustration, but he knew that getting mad about what could have almost happened, wouldn't help either of them. Christopher needed to sleep, too, and since he said he hadn't gotten the time to make up any of his guest rooms yet...

"I'll go to sleep in five minutes if you sleep in here, too."

Christopher had been about to get up, likely to move to the sofa, when Tommy had spoken. He half expected the man to just ignore him and turn out the light, but when Christopher looked back at him, Tommy held his stare.

"I'm not used to having to compromise." Christopher said after a long moment of silence.

Tommy thought that that would be it. That Christopher would just go into the living room and be done with it. So, when the man just shook his head and walked over to turn off the light, he resigned himself to being restless, worrying about if Christopher would get enough sleep on the sofa. What surprised him, however, was when Christopher shut the bedroom door, then turned around and stalked over to the bed in the darkness.

"Inviting a dominant to sleep with you isn't a decision you should take lightly, Tommy." He said, voice gruff with his need for sleep, yet there was also a hint of something else there. Something that Tommy was very curious about. He knew, though, that right then wasn't the time for either of them to explore possibilities. Sleep was what they needed, and that's what they'd both get. In the same bed.

With a smirk that Christopher probably couldn't see in the dark room, Tommy reached over and patted the spot beside him. "Come to bed, sir."

With a tired chuckle, Christopher stepped forward and literally fell into the bed after removing his pants. Tommy was jealous that he couldn't even see him when he was only in his boxers, a very frequent dream of his, but when Christopher nudged Skipper off the bed and moved until his back was pressed against Tommy's left arm where it rested on top of the blanket, he figured that his dream could wait.

Until tomorrow.

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