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“Who was that?” Tommy asked after Evan returned from the side of the burn, face covered in ash.
“Oh, just, uh.” Evan rubbed the back of his neck, “Abby?”
“Abby?” Tommy asked, unable to stop his face from scrunching up.
“Yeah,” Evan rubbed at the back of her neck, “The dispatcher from the other day? She wanted to check in on me. After Devon…”
Tommy scowled, “How’d she get your phone number? Did you seriously give it to her?”
“What?” Evan yelped, “No, of course not. You know I have problems I’m trying to work on. No, she said she got it from the 911 call.”
Tommy sighed, reigning in his anger, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you of that. I know you’re having a hard time. It’s just…Abby is my ex girlfriend. She’s the last girl I dated before I came out.”
“Wait, the same Abby?” Evan asked, mouth dropping open.
“Red head at dispatch?” Tommy asked, forgetting Evan never actually met her. The younger shrugged, looking at Tommy shyly. Tommy knew what that look meant. He spared a glance to the crew who was still practicing on the live burn before spreading his arms, welcoming the other into them.
“I was right there…” Evan whispered, burying his dirty nose in the same ash along Tommy’s neck, “All he had to do was reach for my hand.”
“I know, baby.” Tommy murmured. He jolted at the term of endearment unexpectedly but didn’t regret it, “I know. It’s not your fault.”
“It feels like it is.” He cried, tear tracks making their way down stained cheeks, leaving streaks of cleaned skin behind.
“It’s not.” Tommy said, “I promise.”
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“He’s making me see a therapist.” Evan yelled, stomping into the living room. Tommy was setting up his DVD player, having finally convinced Evan to watch Love Actually with him.
“Who is?” Tommy asked, trying to figure out how this tied into their conversation about Thai or Japanese for dinner.
“Bobby! He says I need to see a trauma counselor!” Evan stopped in front of the TV, gesturing wildly.
“Evan,” Tommy patted the seat next to him, waiting for the other to fold his long legs up on the cushion and turn towards him, “You went through a traumatic event, you need to talk to someone.”
“You don’t get it.” Evan stressed, “She added me on Facebook.”
“What?” Tommy asked, thrown. Evan still used Facebook?
“The name on the card that Bobby looked familiar.” Evan explained, “So I went and looked and she added me on Facebook, like, two days ago.”
Tommy frowned, “Well that’s unprofessional. Delete it.”
“I already did.” Evan told him, “I just don’t like it. What if I mess up again in the appointment?”
“She’s a professional, she should not even entertain the possibility.” Tommy told him, “And I’ll go with you.”
Sitting with the other in the waiting room of the office was boring. Evan fidgeted nervously, going between grasping at Tommy’s hand and pacing.
“Mr Buckley?” A pretty, petite young woman called. Evan stood up from where he was huddled against Tommy, giving him a look over his shoulder as he walked into the office alone.
Evan ran out not even 15 minutes later, shirt untucked, tears running down his face.
“Evan?” Tommy stood up, taking the other in his arms as the Doctor followed Evan with a fast pace. “What happened?”
“She touched me.” He whispered, huddling closer to Tommy, face wet against his neck, “She wanted to have sex with me.”
“Mr Buckley, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The doctor glared at them both, smoothing down her skirt. Tommy noticed the way her shirt was unbuttoned compared to when she had originally came out.
Tommy pulled the other out by his hand, phone straying to his pocket where he had Athena Grant’s phone number. He’d need more help than he could provide.
Tucked into Evan later that night, holding him as he trembled, he regretted pushing the subject of therapy. Evan hadn’t wanted to go, and was doing semi-okay before. But he was practically catatonic as Tommy held him, running large hands up and down his back. He let their breaths mingle, legs intertwined, minty scent of their toothpaste held just between them.
“Why do I keep letting this happen?” Evan asked, eyes wet, voice shaking.
“No, no, no.” Tommy whispered, tightening his arms around the other’s waist, “You didn’t let anything happen. This isn’t your fault.”
Evan chuckled wetly, “You’ve already said that to me. You’re becoming a broken record.”
“I’ll keep telling you until you believe it.” Tommy told him, pressing a kiss to his crown.
He woke the next morning to Evan still tucked near, soft snores coming from the younger male as he slept, face slack with sleep and body relaxed.
He had to get up to call Bobby and let him know that he and Evan would be taking a day. But the warm press of Evan’s body against his, the warmth of his skin, the heavy press of his hot cock between Tommy’s legs-
Tommy tore himself away as Evan sleepily gyrated forward. Evan let out a whimper before turning away, laying on his belly and grinding into the mattress below him. It was obscene, the way he rolled his hips, the arch of his back as he brought himself to completion.
Tommy watched, perched on the floor, mouth open in surprise. Well, this was another complication he didn’t need.