“I still say you should take it easy,” Flynn said five weeks after the surgery. Their friendship had survived so far, although he had given into Tony’s pleadings for pleasure a few times. However, Flynn had come to realize he was more comfortable when they were doing friend things, and he almost dreaded the times Tony would make a pass at him.
“My doctor said sex is fine,” Tony insisted. “Well, he didn’t actually tell me I could have sex, but when I listed semi-rigorous activities, sex was in there and he didn’t say no. Besides, I’m getting tired of toys and tongues, I want you again.”
“I know you do, T. I know.” Flynn kissed Tony lightly on the lips. “Once you’re all better, I promise.”