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Tommy tapped his foot outside of Evan’s frat-house. God, the place looked disgusting even from the outside. There were overgrown weeds out front, the shutters faded and paneling green with neglect. He had seen the inside briefly while on Facetime with Evan; Evan’s room was kept meticulous but the rest of the house was a mixture of graffiti’d walls and stained carpets. The one time Evan had taken him along to look for something to eat in the fridge, he saw the suspicious spills no one bothered to clean up bordered by bottles of beer and what may have been boiled chicken and eggs. He had DoorDashed a meal to Evan after that, griping about the state that he lived in. Something changed that night, Evan beginning to look at him with large blue eyes whenever he wanted something. And hey, Tommy was a single guy with a passive income from his army days and a nice job in LA, he didn’t really need to double check his account before splurging on the kid who wormed his way under his defenses. 

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long!” Evan called as he exited the house, not bothering to check if the door locked behind him. Tommy wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t. 

Tommy grunted, opening the passenger door of his truck for Evan to climb in. Shutting it after he did so since the damn kid always slammed it. 

“You didn’t have to come get me, you know that right?” Evan asked, reaching over the console to touch Tommy’s knee. That was a new development too, the casual touches they began sharing. He and Sal never touched each other, maybe an overcompensation on Tommy’s part in fear of discovery during the days of Gerrard. Sal was just, not a touchy guy. Tommy vividly remembered the look of constipation on the other’s face when a patient’s grandma had hugged him for saving her life. 

“Evan, I know.” Tommy told him, reaching across Evan’s hand to grab his coffee. And if his fingers trailed over the other’s knuckles, giving him a brief squeeze to reassure him, that wasn’t anyone else’s business but his own. “I wanted to. I hate that shithole you live in.”

“It’s not a shithole.” Evan muttered petulantly,  crossing arms over his chest, “They’re my friends.”

“Do you even know anyone other than Connor?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow in Evan’s direction. 

The silence spoke for itself as Evan shifted his knees towards the door. 

Tommy sighed, taking another sip of his coffee. He wasn’t good at this. He didn’t have this sort of relationship with Sal, and having Evan as his partner was a learning curve. 

“I’m sorry,” He offered as a few more minutes of silence, reaching out to grasp one of Evan’s hands in his own. The younger always seemed to respond better to physical affection, “I worry about you in that neighborhood.”

“I’ll be fine.” Evan grouched, letting Tommy intertwine their fingers. He saw Hen and Evan do it while talking a few times, figuring it would be a good way to express himself. 

“I know you will be.” Tommy told him, pulling into the parking lot of the 118. He parked at the far side of the parking lot, not trusting B platoon not to ding his truck if he parked closer. “I’m sorry I’m smothering you.”

Evan pouted as Tommy got out of the truck, walking around to open his door. Couldn’t let the little shit overextend the hinges afterall. 

“You don’t smother me.” Evan told him shyly, looking up at him under dark eyelashes as he slid from the truck to the ground. “I like it when you take care of me.”

“I like taking care of you too.” Tommy told him, slinging the other’s duffle over his shoulder on top of his own, leading the other inside with a hand at the small of his back, “Will you at least think about what I said yesterday?”

Evan groaned, dragging his feet a little as they walked in. Tommy frowned at him, already thinking about the hours he spent scuffing those boots so they shined for uniform inspection. Evan had his long legs in Tommy’s lap, bitching as Tommy applied the treatment to them as he wanted to take them off. Serves him right for not bringing them the last time Tommy told him to. 

“I already did.” Evan muttered into his side as they stopped in the locked room, leaning heavily into his side as Tommy unpacked his duffle. Somehow he had Evan’s jobshirt packed away in his, probably for the other’s benefit as it would never get clean at Evan’s frat house. 

“And what did you think?” Tommy asked, hanging both of their formal button ups in his locker. Evan’s was a mess of training manuals and snacks. Tommy vaguely recognized steps coming in behind them, Chimney and Bobby probably coming to find them for line up. 

“Yeah,” Evan sighed, reaching for Tommy’s coffee, pulling a face at the plain black brew, “I’ll move in with you.”

Behind them Bobby groaned, both men turning to see Chimney receiving a twenty dollar bill from the other male. 

…

Tommy’s first conscious thought of Evan was that he looked like a baby doll. He had these big blue eyes, made brighter by the thick blonde lashes framing them. He had beautifully flushed cheeks, the apples of them clinging to the last bit of youthful chub. He worried his fat bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth, causing the tissue to plumpen nicely, an inflamed red drawing Tommy’s eyes to his mouth. 

“Uh, h-hi.” The stranger greeted, clutching the strap of his duffel bag in a white knuckled grip. Tommy’s gaze ran up his body, taking in the LAFD trainee hoodie and the backwards cap hiding blonde curls. The guy licked his lips nervously, eyes darting around the table, “I’m looking for Bo-Bobby Nash?”

Bobby traded an amused look with Tommy before schooling his features into a more serious expression, slowly making eye contact with each member at the table, “You know a Bobby Nash? No? What about you?”

Tommy smirked, shaking his head when Bobby caught his gaze again, both of them turning to stare at the young man. 

“I-I’m Evan Buckley.” He continued to explain, anxiously swaying from side to side, “I’m the new recruit? But everyone calls me Buck.”

Bobby let the silence linger for a second longer, the young man watching with large blue eyes that were filling with apprehension, “Welcome to the 118, Buck.” 

Bobby patted the open seat next to Tommy, everyone still silently leaving Sal’s spot open. Tommy tugged the chair out, gesturing for the young man to sit. 

Evan chuckled nervously, “Thank you, sir.” He watched as they piled food on his plate in tandem, “Is it always like this?”

“When Bobby’s captain it is.” Hen told him, passing him a bowl of garlic bread, giving him a gentle smile as he took a slice. 

“This is amazing.” Evan told them, digging into the food in front of him as if he were a starving man. He caught Tommy’s eye, noodles hanging out of his mouth as he chewed, “Sorry,” He said, blushing after he swallowed, “I can’t remember the last time I had a home cooked meal.”

“Not quite.” Tommy scoffed, “We all pitch in to cook in the kitchen.”

Evan beamed at him in elation, “You guys are gonna teach me how to cook?”

Tommy cleared his throat, feeling his own face flush at how intensely Evan was staring at him, “Bobby will. We just help.” 

Across from him, he saw Chimney and Hen exchange amused looks, Chimney swearing as Tommy swung his foot to kick him in the shin. 

Evan continued to grin at him, none the wiser, eyes skimming over Tommy’s strong features, settling on his lips a second too long to be appropriate. Tommy would have noticed it, had he not been doing the same thing. 

Evan continued to follow him around the entirety of the shift, Bobby directing him to acquaint himself with the station and trucks, telling them Tommy and Evan would be staffing the engine that day. They’d also be first to assist Hen and Chimney to get Evan adjusted to their pace and equipment. 

“How long have you been here?” Evan asked Tommy as the older supervised him changing out the oxygen tank in the ambulance. 

“Since 6am this morning.” Tommy answered, quirking an eyebrow at the disgruntled look Evan gave him, “I’ve been working here since 2003.”

“Oh cool,” Evan replied, throwing him a cheeky grin, “I was 11.”

Tommy gulped, staring at the long line of Evan’s back as his muscles flexed, carrying the empty cylinder to the used equipment section, not even struggling as he picked up the full cylinder and carried it back to the bus. “That makes you 25 now?”

“It does,” Evan agreed, spinning around to face Tommy, dusting hands together, “How old does that make you?”

“I’m 39.” Tommy said, watching the way Evan’s eyes darkened and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. 

“Almost 40.” Evan said, voice thick and lowered. He flushed a pretty pink before clearing his throat, “This where you want to spend the rest of your life?”

Tommy shrugged, “I thought about going to AirOps, even interviewed. I didn’t want to get stuck doing glorified hospice transports though. I realized all the fun was on the ground.”

Evan looked him up and down, “Do you even fit in the back of a helicopter?”

Tommy chuckled, “I’d be the pilot.”

“You’re a pilot?” Evan asked, mouth dropping open. Tommy quickly pushed away the dirty thoughts jumping to the forefront of his mind. 

“I am. I was trained in the army, kept up with it.” Tommy couldn’t help but brag, “I can give you flying lessons, if you’d want.”

“No way!” Evan beamed at him.

“My fees are competitive.” Tommy offered, grinning at the younger man’s enthusiasm.

“That would be so cool!” Evan told him, flailing long arms around his neck, pressing their chests together. Tommy could smell his aftershave, the scent of Old Spice invading his nostrils as he took in a greedy breath, wrapping thick forearms around the small of Evan’s waist. Evan gave a little grunt of approval as he squeezed himself closer, hard nipples rubbing against the buttons of Tommy’s uniform. 

“Was that okay?” Evan asked when he pulled himself away, eyes bright and grin wide. 

“Absolutely.” Tommy told him, “What are you doing Saturday?”

“Saturday?” Evan asked. 

“Are you free?” Tommy continued, “I can pick you up, take you for those flying lessons.”

“Y-yeah,” Evan stuttered, “I, I am free.”

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Tommy rolled his eyes, gaze following Evan as he walked around the firehouse, shirt untucked and hair mused. Did he seriously think he was fooling anyone? They all knew he hadn’t been at a carwash, not unless the smell of aftershave and sweat was a new fragrance they were using. 

He knocked his shoulder into Evan’s as the blonde came to stand beside him, brushing against the rolled up sleeves of his t-shirt, eyes skimming the tattoo running down the younger man’s forearm. It was against official LAFD policy for tattoos to show while on calls, or anywhere the public could see them, but the firehouse itself was more lax. Tommy didn’t mention the dog tags he had tattooed on his chest, the matching sides showing his enlistment date and the date he got out. He didn’t mind it showing, but preferred to keep it hidden. There wasn’t much about his military days he wanted to share. 

“I saved you some lunch.” Tommy told Evan, sliding over the plate he had suran wrapped when the other hadn’t yet appeared as they worked their way through the lasagna and salad Bobby had prepared for them that day. He was glad he did, hiding it in the cabinet above the fridge, as the dish had been scraped clean. Buck had also conveniently missed the washing session, dishes set to the side to dry. 

“Thanks!” Tommy watched as Evan used long, deft fingers to peel back the plastic cling, so careful in every task he set upon himself. He even cared for the truck as he was out, fueling it as he was getting his fill. Tommy frowned, wishing he showed that commitment to the job itself. 

“You need to take this more seriously.” Tommy frowned, kicking at Evan’s feet across the table. 

“I take it seriously enough.” Evan replied, catching Tommy’s foot in his as he did so, giving him a smug grin. 

Tommy sighed as the alarm rang, patting Evan on the shoulder as he circled the table to descend the stairs. 

“Wait up!” Evan called after him, catching his elbow as they made it to the engine, sitting next to Tommy in the back as Chimney climbed up front and Bobby drove. Hen was following in the ambulance with an extra member of the B platoon with her. 

“What was her name this time, Buckaroo?” Chimney asked, turning around in his seat to look back at them. Tommy pressed his leg along Evans, helping the other’s nervous jittering stop. 

“Donovan.” Evan frowned, chin jutting upwards in defiance of any negative reaction. 

“Don’t let me see you seeing Donovan on shift again.” Bobby cut in, glancing in the rear view mirror to make eye contact with him. Tommy felt Evan stiffen in fear, felt the way he jolted upright in the seat as if ready to make an escape. “What you do off the clock is your business, but I need you present for work.”

“I get it.” Evan grumbled, crossing arms and pouting. 

“You didn’t tell me about Donovan.” Tommy protested, knocking knees with him as Evan spread his to sink further down.

“Didn’t think you’d be interested in hearing about my Firehose dating profile.” Evan muttered, knocking his knees back into Tommy’s in a soft apology.  

“If it involves you, I want to hear about it.” Tommy promises, catching Evan’s arm in his grip to give a comforting squeeze. 

Evan approached him later, trembling as he got closer. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Tommy asked, spreading his legs as the other approached, spreading arms wide to encourage the other to take the step forward. Evan did, pitching forward, shoving his nose in Tommy’s neck and letting the other wrap arms around him in comfort. Tommy breathed shallowly, rubbing his arms across the broad expanse of Evan’s back, mapping out the planes of muscle with his touch. 

“I want to go back.” Evan whispered it like a sin, mumbling into the crook of Tommy’s neck, chapped lips caressing the sensitive skin. 

“Back where?” Tommy asked, clutching Evan closer to him as the tremors grew. 

“To Donovan, the snake girl, anyone who will have me.” Evan tells him, “It’s like the only time my head is not buzzing is when someone’s hands are on me.”

Touch starved, Tommy’s mind supplies, neglected . 

“What about this?” Tommy asks, guilty letting his lips graze the shell of Evan’s ear, selfishly coveting the full body shudder Evan gave as he did so. 

“This is good.” Evan told him. Tommy ignored the feeling of tears gathering on his neck, continuing to run a soothing hand up and down Evan’s back. “Thank you. It helps.”

“Of course,” Tommy told him, tugging the other closer, hands traveling to the back of his thighs to encourage him to sit in Tommy’s lap, face still buried in his throat. Evan threw his arms over Tommy’s shoulder as he did so, settling his weight over Tommy’s thighs. 

Bobby found them some time later, ignoring Tommy’s protest that it wasn’t what it looked like with a searching look. 

“He’s having a hard day.” Tommy says, half in defense of Evan, entirely in defense of himself. “He said touch helps.”

Bobby helps Evan stand with a warm hand on his elbow, leads the other to the bunkroom with a gentle prod at his back, tells Evan to stay behind as they run a call. Evan hardly even snuffles his agreement from where he fell face first into Tommy’s bunk, snuggling into the pillow that smelled like Tommy’s cologne, clutching Tommy’s station hoodie to his chest. 

“He’s a good kid.” Bobby told him as they got in the rescue, gesturing for Tommy to take the officer’s chair beside him. 

“He’s not really a kid.” Tommy told him, “He can vote, rent a car in all fifty states, old enough to buy a house-”

“Old enough to get in a relationship?” Bobby asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Tommy’s face twisted, “Not sure what that has to do with anything but yes, hell, he could married if he wanted to.”

If possible, Bobby’s eyebrows raised even further. “Marriage?”

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept.” Tommy sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“Is that something you’re thinking of?” Bobby asked. 

“Never really thought of it.” Tommy shrugged, “Never really had a reason to think of it. For the majority of my life it wasn’t a possibility. Even the days I was pretending I was straight, I couldn’t imagine myself faking so hard I got myself a wife.”

“And now?” Bobby asks as they pull up to the accident. 

“If the right person comes along.” Tommy says, pulling off his headset, missing the looks Hen and Chimney shared in the back. 

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Tommy felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. It was worse than when he saw Evan running down the stairs of that apartment walk up, actively doing compressions on a premature infant. Worse than when he took in the pallored figure that Athena pushed in their truck, telling Evan to shut up as he tried to fight with Athena. All he could see was his own sister, only 15 and raising a child, looking out for him because their mother was gone and their father was a monster. 

He heard the radio chatter of a suspect down, heard Athena requesting back up and the sounds of gunfire in the background. He was ashamed to admit for a moment he found himself back in the army, found himself crouching behind the engine as if he was searching for cover. He was shaken out of the memory by Bobby placing a firm hand on his shoulder, leading him to the rescue. 

They wait at the station, Evan backing the tanker in as Hen spotted him. Bobby met him in the bay, the two having a hushed discussion before Bobby clapped Evan on the shoulder, pointing to where Tommy was waiting in the locker room.

“Everything okay?” Tommy asked as the other approached, reaching a hand out for Evan to cling to. 

“Yeah.” Evan told him, eyes downcast, “Yeah, just a lot going on today.”

“Hey,” Tommy said, catching his attention as he rubbed a thumb across the other’s knuckles, “Wanna come to mine tonight?”

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“Whatcha thinking about?” Tommy asked him over their bowls of oatmeal. Buck scrunched his nose as he poked the watery mixture, frowning as he stared down at his phone. 

“How’d you know you were gay?” He finally asked, nervously unlocking his phone and then immediately locking it again when he saw there were no new notifications. 

Tommy hummed, leveling Buck with an indecipherable look across the table, “I think I always knew. I didn’t accept it. But I knew. There was this shame in me for so long so I pushed it away but I couldn’t imagine myself with a woman long term, couldn’t commit to that life. DADT was a blessing, I know it probably doesn’t sound all that progressive to you, but before it you could be discharged for just the whisper of you being gay, but with it you couldn’t ask anyone. They couldn’t command that you tell them the truth, couldn’t single you out with their suspicions.”

“God, that’s fucked.” Buck groaned, wanting to cross the table and comfort Tommy the way the other man did to him. He wasn’t sure it was welcome however. Tommy didn’t touch anyone else the way he touched Buck, didn’t hug Hen or Chimney, didn’t hold Cap’s hand. Buck always let the other initiate their touches, not wanting to overwhelm the older man, not wanting to be too clingy. 

“Could be worse.” Tommy shrugged, “It was worse. I knew that something was different about me when all the guys on the football team were talking about how they chubbed up while kissing their girlfriends and all I could feel was uncomfortable with how sticky mine’s lipgloss felt against my lips. My first chub was in the locker room during a shower when I saw our coach strip. That was sort of a blaring signal I couldn’t ignore.”

Buck blushed, bright red pooling on the highs of his cheeks. He wiggled uncomfortably in his chair, the old wood creaking with the movement. 

“Is it wrong that I didn’t know?” He asks, leaning forward to place his head in his hands. 

“Everyone finds out their sexuality at different times. It’s not a competition, Evan.” Tommy assured him, picking up his bowl of oatmeal to carry to the sink. He scooped out the remaining oats, swiping them into the trash as he did so. He left the bowl to soak as he walked back over to the kitchen table, coming to stand behind Evan, placing large hands on the other’s shoulders. 

“I feel like I’m so far behind.” Evan whispered. He was dwarfed in Tommy’s hoodie, a pair of borrowed sweats rolled up around his waist. 

“Take your time.” Tommy told him, beginning to knead a knot out of his shoulders, fingers sliding under Evan’s collar to touch his warm skin. 

“It was so easy.” Evan sighed. 

“What was?” Tommy asked, taking his bowl to rinse. The water was hot against his fingers, reeling him in a little more. 

“When I was just having sex with guys.” Evan said, “When there wasn’t feeling involved.”

Tommy’s stomach clenched, “You have feelings for that Donovan guy?”

“God, no.” Evan said, shaking his head, “I’d never actually date a cop. No, there’s someone else I have my eye on. But I don’t think he wants me.”

Evan stood, stilled by Tommy’s hands on his hips, drawing him into a hug, “Well then he’s an idiot.”

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“We shouldn’t have left him alone.” Tommy told Bobby again, glaring at the look the older man gave him before ignoring him. “Look what he got into all by himself.”

“Weren’t you the one who was telling me that he’s not a child? Yesterday.” Bobby snarked, rolling his eyes at Tommy’s glare. 

“He could have got himself killed!” Tommy began to pace, his head throbbing as he heard the sound of Evan backing the truck back into the station. 

Evan exited the firetruck, throwing them a bashful look as he approached. He looked guilty, dragging his feet. 

“I didn’t have sex in it.” He blurted out, “This time.”

Bobby’s face cycled through the five stages of grief, “I know. I received a very flattering phone call from Athena Grant about what an asset you are.”

Evan looked down at his feet, “But?”

“No buts.” Bobby promised. 

“I have some-,” Tommy interrupted, stomping towards Evan, drawing him close in his arms, hugging him, “That was reckless.”

“It was a little girl,” Evan told him, clinging back, “I had to help her.”

“You matter. I need you to know that.” Tommy pulled away by inches, setting his forehead against the other’s, “I need you to remember that. For me, at least.”

“I know.” Evan told him, eyes darting to his lips, “I promise I know.”

“But do you believe it?” Tommy asked, lips skimming against Evan’s ear as he pulled him close again. 

Evan’s silence answered for him, hesitant. 

“I’ll make you believe it.” Tommy vowed. 

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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.