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By the time Tommy finally gets out of the station and heads for his car, he’s grinning like a fool. Finally, after nearly three weeks of mismatched schedules – thanks to covering for summer vacations and Harbour being called out nearly round the clock to help with wildfires – Tommy and Evan are both starting their 96 off. Tommy plans on spending as much of that time as humanly possible in bed. There’s an itch under his skin that’s been spreading, made nearly unbearable by Evan’s text from earlier in the day promising him a surprise when he gets home.
He drives home with the radio turned down low. This last shift in particular had been brutal, a fire so stubborn that had Tommy in the air more often than not, only able to quickly read over Evan’s texts while he was briefly on the ground for refuelling and mandatory breaks. The thought of Evan waiting for him back at his place keeps him buoyed, even through typical L.A. traffic that would normally have him white-knuckling the steering wheel. At last, he takes the last turn onto his street, smiling to himself when he sees Evan’s Jeep parked in front of his house, and that he’s left enough space so Tommy can park in his usual spot.
After he kills the engine, he hops out of his car and heads for his front door with a spring in his step. Nineteen days of hardly anything more than tired hello and goodbye kisses to now having four glorious days off together. Tommy’s hands are shaking with anticipation as he shoves his key into his deadbolt and unlocks the door.
“I’m home,” Tommy calls, stepping inside. “Evan?”
There’s no response. Frowning, Tommy kicks off his shoes. He briefly wonders if Evan is napping, but then remembers that Evan got off shift yesterday afternoon and has probably reset his internal clock already. Maybe he’s got his headphones in, listening to an audiobook or a podcast, and didn’t hear Tommy enter.
Tommy wanders further into the house in search of his boyfriend. When he comes up empty in the living room and kitchen, his confusion increases. Is Evan napping? Then he notices that his bedroom door is closed, which isn’t how it was when he left the house yesterday.
He raps his knuckles lightly on the wood at the same time he twists the handle, pushing the door open quietly. “Evan?” he whispers.
What’s waiting for him on the other side has Tommy freezing in his tracks.
Evan is kneeling on the bed, facing away from the door, completely naked. He’s somehow managed to secure his hands behind his back with the leather cuffs that Tommy bought him a few weeks ago, and his ankles are fastened to either end of a spreader bar. With the way Evan’s legs are forced open, Tommy has the perfect view of the base of a plug nestled in Evan’s hole.
Tommy’s hard so blindingly fast that it’s a miracle he stays upright.
“Jesus Christ,” he croaks.
At the sound of Tommy’s voice, Evan glances over his shoulder, and Tommy’s treated to the sight of Evan’s lips stretched wide around a blue ball gag.
Tommy lets his duffle bag slide off his shoulder. It lands on the floor with a soft thump, and he nudges it aside with his foot so he can kick the door closed behind him.
“So this is your surprise, huh?” he asks, walking over to the foot of bed.
Even with the gag, the satisfaction on Evan’s face is evident. He shuffles around on the bed until he’s facing Tommy – an impressive feat, considering the way he’s hobbled himself – and nods enthusiastically, looking extremely pleased with himself. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.
“Come here,” Tommy beckons.
Evan eagerly obeys, jerking his knees and slowly inching his way up the mattress. He keeps his eyes on Tommy’s face the entire time – and nearly topples off the end of the bed as a result. Tommy only just manages to stop him with a hand on his sternum.
“Don’t hurt yourself, now,” Tommy chuckles.
Evan blinks up at him, his eyes hungry and pleading. Distantly, Tommy wonders how long Evan’s been waiting for him like this. He texted Evan as he was leaving the hangar to say he was on his way and Evan had sent him back an excited string of emojis in return, so presumably he trussed himself up right after. That means Evan hasn’t been tied up long enough for Tommy to worry about cramping.
Tommy trails his hand slowly down Evan’s chest, between his pecs and over his abs until Tommy can grip his rock-hard cock loosely. “This all for me?” he asks, giving Evan a teasing stroke.
Evan groans deeply in his chest as he nods. He rocks his hips into Tommy’s grip, shamelessly seeking more stimulation. As tempted as Tommy is to just let Evan fuck his fist until he ruins himself, Tommy gets the feeling that Evan didn’t tie himself up so nicely for this to be over so soon.
Tommy drops his cock and shushes Evan when he whines. “Now, now. Show me you can be a good patient boy.”
Evan’s eyelashes flutter at that, just as Tommy knew they would. He obediently sits back on his haunches, moaning quietly as the plug must shift inside of him. Oh, Tommy can’t wait to take him apart.
Walking over to the head of the bed, Tommy grabs one of his pillows and tosses it onto the floor. He’s definitely going to have to put a load of laundry through after this, so he’s not concerned with the fact that the floor really needs a vacuum (another casualty of his hectic schedule). He turns back to Evan, and finds him in the process of trying to shuffle around to face him again. Without any preamble, Tommy scoops Evan up into his arms – earning him an appreciative moan – and then deposits him on the floor so his knees are on the pillow. Evan blinks up at him, his blue eyes wide with awe and arousal. Yeah, Tommy knows how much Evan likes it when he gets manhandled.
“I think,” Tommy says, slowly undoing his belt, “that you’re going to show me how good of a boy you are by sucking my cock. How does that sound?”
Evan nods frantically, straightening up a little. Tommy has to force himself to keep his movements slow and deliberate as he unbuttons his jeans. Even after all these months, Evan’s eagerness – all that power and strength willingly kneeling at Tommy’s feet – still makes Tommy feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the West Coast. He slides his jeans and boxers down his legs in one go and then tugs his shirt over his head, smirking as Evan swallows thickly, drool dripping down from the corners of his mouth.
Stepping out of his jeans, Tommy looms over Evan. It does all kinds of things for his ego that Evan doesn’t seem to know where to look – his eyes roam all over Tommy’s body, from his face to his chest to his cock. Tommy taps the tip of his dick to Evan’s lips before circling around the spit-slick ball between Evan’s teeth. Evan whimpers, shifting impatiently on his knees.
“What’s wrong?” Tommy teases. “If you want my cock, you need to tell me.”
Evan shoots him an unimpressed glare, but Tommy just raises an eyebrow expectantly. A blush appears high on Evan’s cheeks and then he’s begging – sweet, garbled noises that are music to Tommy’s ears. The words are warped by the ball gag but the specific words themselves aren’t the point. The point is that Evan is desperate enough to plead behind the gag for the pleasure of sucking Tommy’s dick.
“That’s perfect, honey,” Tommy praises. He sinks down to his knees and takes Evan’s face in his hands, gently stroking his cheekbones. “You’re so perfect.”
Tommy unbuckles the gag behind Evan’s head, then eases it out of his mouth. He places the gag on the bed before massaging the bolts of Evan’s jaw.
“You doing okay?” Tommy asks.
Evan licks his lips before grinning. “I’m great. Be even better when you fuck my face.”
A startled laugh bubbles out of Tommy’s chest. He really shouldn’t be surprised; Evan is insatiable at the best of times, and this unintentional dry spell has not been the best of times. Tommy leans forward and presses his mouth to Evan’s, kissing him deep and just a little filthy. When he pulls back, Evan’s lost his cocky expression, now replaced with a dazed look.
“What do you want?” Tommy asks, pressing another kiss to Evan’s lips.
Evan blinks at him. “Huh?”
“Do you want me to edge you? Or wring as many orgasms out of you as possible?”
Evan’s eyes darken. “I want you to make me come until I can’t remember my own name.”
“That can be arranged,” Tommy promises. “Now…” He gets back to his feet. “Suck my cock, sweetheart.”
Evan doesn’t need to be told twice. He surges forward and swallows Tommy down in one go, nearly making Tommy stumble backwards with the force of it. Tommy lets Evan control the pace for now, bobbing up and down on Tommy’s cock while Tommy slides his hands into Evan’s hair. A smirk curls into the corner of Tommy’s mouth as he watches Evan fight against the cuffs restraining him, a small grunt of frustration catching low in his throat. Tommy knows what Evan would be doing if he had his hands free – one would be wrapped around the base of Tommy’s cock, slowly jerking what he can’t fit in his mouth, while the other fondled Tommy’s balls before gathering spit and precome and slipping further back to tease at Tommy’s rim. Now, though, Evan is forced to make do with his mouth alone – but what a talented mouth it is. Tommy lets his eyes slide closed for a few moments, enjoying the wet heat of Evan’s mouth as he works over Tommy’s cock.
Eventually, Tommy decides it’s time to take over. He tightens his grip in Evan’s hair and starts moving him up and down his length, thrusting gently into Evan’s mouth at the same time. Groaning deeply, Evan’s eyes flutter as he allows himself to be used. He squirms around a bit on his knees, his own cock hard and red, and Tommy swears quietly at the sight. Tommy’s no stranger to getting off on pleasuring his partner, but with Evan it’s something else entirely. The longer he sucks Tommy’s cock, the more desperate and turned on he gets, like he’s the one getting sucked off. It’s incredible.
Tommy never wants to come; he wants to stay right on the edge and drink in every detail. But he also knows that once he gets one orgasm under his belt, he’ll be able to focus on tormenting Evan all the more.
He speeds up his thrusts, giving Evan just a hint of the roughness Tommy knows he’s craving. Evan moans around him, dropping his jaw even more, inviting Tommy to go harder. Tommy’s so close. All he needs is –
“Look at me,” he orders.
Evan’s gaze snaps upwards immediately, and that’s all it takes. Tommy forces Evan deeper onto his cock and comes right down Evan’s throat, groaning as Evan swallows around him, milking him for every last drop.
He pulls Evan off when it gets to be a bit too much. They stare at each other, chests heaving as they both catch their breath.
“God, you’re perfect,” Tommy murmurs, moving his hands down to cup Evan’s face.
Evan’s breath hitches. “Tommy, please…”
“Shh, baby.” Tommy grabs the ball gag off the bed and presses it back into Evan’s mouth, tucking it behind his teeth. Once he’s buckled it snugly, he plants a quick kiss on the top of Evan’s head. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Evan’s posture relaxes slightly. He nods in acknowledgement, taking a few deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down. Tommy gives him one more kiss before picking him up and plopping him back onto the bed. He unclips the cuffs; Evan makes a questioning noise, keeping his hands behind his back.
“Such a good boy for me,” Tommy praises. “Don’t worry, we’re not done.”
He helps Evan lay down on his back so his head is resting on the remaining pillows and then straightens out his legs. Reading Tommy’s mind, Evan raises his arms above his head, his hands on either side of one of the slats on the headboard. Chuckling, Tommy clips the cuffs back together. “Someone’s eager.”
Evan nods as he shifts around on the mattress. “Mmm!”
Tommy crawls between Evan’s legs, settling on top of the spreader bar. It’s a little uncomfortable, the hard metal digging into his skin, but it’s a discomfort that’s easily pushed to the back of his mind when he has Evan laid out so temptingly in his bed.
He wraps a hand around Evan’s cock, marvelling at how smooth the slide is. “Christ,” he says reverently. “You’re so wet for me.”
Evan tries to buck up into Tommy’s grip, but Tommy’s weight on the spreader bar keeps him fairly immobilized. Tommy continues with his languid pace and Evan whines in frustration.
“Patience, honey,” Tommy says. “You wrapped yourself up so nicely for me. Let me play with my present.” He twists his hand on the next upstroke, earning him a delightful high-pitched keen. “I missed this. Missed you, and all the sweet noises you make when you’re desperate.”
Tommy digs his thumb into that sensitive spot right under Evan’s cockhead and Evan thrashes, hips twitching as much as they can with Tommy pinning him down. He moans behind the gag; Tommy doesn’t need words to know that Evan is begging him to stop teasing.
“You want to come?” Tommy asks.
Evan lets out a series of muffled, affirmative sounds, lifting his head off the pillows to send Tommy a pleading look. And, well, Evan did ask for plenty of orgasms; Tommy’s got to start somewhere. He speeds up his movements, stripping Evan’s dick almost mercilessly, his stomach swooping when Evan throws his head back and groans loudly. With a burst of strength that surprises Tommy, Evan thrusts up, arches his back, and spills all over Tommy’s knuckles.
Tommy works him through it, keeping his grip nice and tight to draw out Evan’s orgasm for as long as possible. Eventually Evan slumps back onto the bed, breathing heavily through his nose, and Tommy lets his softening cock go. He wipes his hand on the bedsheets and watches Evan come down from the high of his orgasm. Evan looks completely boneless, his half-lidded eyes glazed over with arousal. His obvious state of peaceful bliss is almost enough to make Tommy feel bad about shocking Evan out of it, but he did ask for it.
He pets Evan’s flank while his other hand slips down to tap lightly on the base of the plug nestled between Evan’s cheeks.
“Nnnh?” Evan groans, lolling his head so he can look down at what Tommy’s doing.
Tommy presses more deliberately on the plug, smirking when Evan’s face twists in disbelief. “I seem to recall you saying you wanted to come until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
Evan’s eyes widen. His abs flex as he struggles to try and sit up a little more, just as Tommy starts to circle his thumb around the plug. Evan’s cock, still half-hard, gives a little twitch where it’s resting on his stomach. It sends a little thrill through Tommy’s gut and he feels his own dick starting to respond. He’s got a few years on Evan so it’ll take a while for him to get it up again, but that just means he has more time to take Evan apart.
Slowly, Tommy starts to withdraw the plug. Evan grunts in displeasure and tries to rock his hips down to keep the plug inside, but with the way his arms are pulled above his head, he doesn’t have a lot of range. Tommy pulls the plug almost all the way out and then pushes it back in, making sure to nail Evan’s prostate. Evan jerks sharply with a muffled squeak, and Tommy feels arousal flare up inside him.
He continues like that for a few minutes, fucking the plug in and out, watching as Evan’s thighs start to tremble. The longer it goes on, the more restless and impatient Evan gets, whining and whimpering as Tommy teases him. It isn’t long before Evan’s erection is back in full force; Tommy’s honestly a little impressed at the guy’s refractory period.
“What do you think, honey?” Tommy murmurs. “Ready for another one?”
Evan nods so fast that Tommy’s a little worried he’s going to give himself whiplash. Tommy bends forward to kiss Evan’s knee and withdraws the plug until the widest part of it is stretching his hole. He watches, entranced, as Evan’s rim spasms and twitches around the plug, like he’s trying to suck it back inside his body. Tommy waits until Evan whines pitifully, and then shoves the plug all the way in. He makes sure it’s right up against Evan’s prostate before pressing the button at the base.
The plug buzzes to life. Evan cries out, his entire body seizing with surprise as he comes all over his stomach, completely untouched.
Tommy moans low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Evan’s chest heaves as Tommy keeps the plug pressed against his prostate. His legs jerk as he tries to twist away from the overstimulation, but Tommy doesn’t let him go anywhere. If Evan truly wants to stop, he can always snap his fingers twice, but Tommy’s learned by now that Evan’s a bit of a pain slut. To prove his point, Tommy delivers a ringing slap to the meat of Evan’s thigh with his other hand, grinning a bit maniacally when Evan’s cock spurts a little more as he moans.
“Yeah, I know you like that,” Tommy murmurs, rubbing his palm soothingly over the red mark that’s already starting to bloom on Evan’s pale skin.
“Mm-hmm,” Evan hums. He sounds drunk.
Tommy switches off the plug and pulls it out, setting it to the side. Evan barely seems to notice the sudden emptiness; his hole gives a little clench and he blows out a slow breath through his nose, but otherwise stays relaxed against the sheets. He only makes a tiny noise of annoyance when Tommy gets up off the bed.
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Tommy says fondly. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks over to his dresser, digging through the top drawer until he finds what he’s looking for: a bottle of lube, and the beaded glass dildo that he knows drives Evan crazy. When he turns back to the bed, he sees Evan watching him with bleary interest. Tommy crawls back onto the bed and repositions himself between Evan’s legs. Teasing the tip of his finger against Evan’s swollen rim, Tommy laughs to himself when Evan mewls and squirms, seemingly unable to decide if he wants to move into or away from the stimulation.
Tommy decides to take pity on him for a moment, and stops teasing him to uncap the lube and slick up the dildo. He feigns disinterest, but he can see Evan in the corner of his vision, watching him intently. Tommy takes his time, ensuring the lube is spread thoroughly over the toy, making a show of fingering each bead.
Evidently Tommy takes long enough for Evan to get impatient again. He kicks his legs and grunts out a noise halfway between irritated and pleading.
“Still gagging for it?” Tommy shakes his head. “So greedy.”
Evan huffs, wriggling around as much as he can. He starts to bend his knees and draw his legs up, but Tommy grabs the spreader bar and yanks him back into position. “Ah-ah,” Tommy chides. “Behave.”
Exhaling theatrically, Evan relaxes back onto the mattress. Tommy rewards him by pressing the slick tip of the dildo against his rim. Evan’s muscles bunch and tense but he remains still on his back.
“That’s more like it,” Tommy says warmly.
The dildo slides smoothly into Evan’s hole, and Evan whimpers as it must brush over his sensitive prostate. Only once it is buried inside Evan’s body does the tension melt out of him. Tommy’s stomach flips pleasantly as he leans back to admire his work. Once again, he can’t help but marvel at the fact that out of all the eager takers in Los Angeles, Evan has decided this is where he wants to be, tied to Tommy’s bed and completely at his mercy. Tommy never wants to let him leave.
Evan’s eyes roll back as Tommy gives the dildo one final twist. He then blankets Evan’s body with his own, slotting their hips together in a way that makes them both groan. He starts to gently roll his hips, grinding his cock against the crease of Evan’s groin. Tommy’s definitely well on his way to another erection – how could he not be? – but he’s not quite done playing yet.
He circles his thumb around the ball in Evan’s mouth, smearing his saliva around. Tommy brings his thumb up to his lips and sucks it into his mouth. Evan’s pupils dilate as he watches Tommy make a show of swirling his tongue around the digit. Tommy pulls his thumb out with an obscene slurping noise and brings it down to stroke over Evan’s nipple. It hardens under his touch, and Evan arches his back, pushing his chest more into Tommy’s hand.
Then Tommy ducks down and takes Evan’s other nipple between his teeth.
Evan makes a low guttural noise, shivering as Tommy lavishes his chest with attention. Tommy alternates between sucking and nibbling, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and index finger, relishing the way Evan’s chest heaves underneath him. With his other hand, he languidly fucks the dildo in and out of Evan’s body. Each lick, bite, and thrust earns Tommy a litany of intoxicating sounds – sighs, moans, the occasional breathy whine. Tommy can’t help but start rocking his hips against Evan’s, slowly but surely bringing himself back to full hardness.
Eventually Tommy pulls off, grinning as he gets a good look at the stubble burn on Evan’s pale chest. Evan works his jaw like he wants to say something, but Tommy interrupts him by thrusting the dildo a few times with a little more force. A groan builds in the back of Evan’s throat and he throws his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. Fuck, Tommy’s done drawing this out.
“What do you think, honey?” Tommy asks, stroking through Evan’s hair. “You ready for me now?”
Evan’s hazy eyes widen appealingly and he nods, trying to spread his legs even wider. Tommy groans, ducking down to press a kiss to Evan’s birthmark. Even after two orgasms, he’s still desperate for more. Tommy needs to be inside him yesterday.
Without any further teasing, Tommy slowly starts to slide the dildo out. He keeps an eye on Evan’s face for any sign of discomfort, but Evan only grimaces slightly when the dildo is removed and he’s left empty. Tommy reaches for the lube again to slick himself up, sighing as it takes a bit of the edge off. Evan makes an urgent, insistent noise, bucking his hips in a clear attempt to get Tommy to hurry up.
“Okay, okay,” Tommy chuckles, lining himself up. “So desperate for my cock.”
Little muffled mewling sounds spill from behind the gag as Evan shifts impatiently. Tommy fits his hands on Evan’s hips and sinks into the tight clutch of his body in one smooth go. They both gasp, and Tommy has to breathe very deliberately through the blinding rush of heat and pressure around him. He might have teased Evan for missing his cock but he’s just as bad. It’s not just being buried inside Evan; it’s the intimacy, the connection – everything he’s been missing after weeks of tired kisses and quick, over-the-clothes action.
Despite his own desperate need, Tommy keeps his pace slow and calm. He wants to draw this out for as long as possible, live in this moment forever. Evan’s a drooling mess beneath him. He’s moaning quietly, constantly, seemingly unaware that he’s making any noise, his legs trembling so much that he’s rattling the spreader bar. Despite the obvious overstimulation, he keeps clenching down on every one of Tommy’s thrusts.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Tommy whispers into the warm air between them. “Gonna take care of you.”
He gets a hand between them, wrapping it around Evan’s cock, stroking him slow and easy as Evan’s noises reach a fever pitch. It doesn’t take long. Tommy circles his thumb around Evan’s cockhead and that’s it – Evan gets impossibly tighter around him and chokes out a muffled sob as he comes.
Tommy’s mouth goes dry, and he only manages to stutter out a few more erratic thrusts before he’s coming too, spilling inside of Evan as he shudders through the aftershocks.
Afterwards, everything seems slow and quiet. Tommy pulls out and cleans them both up as best he can with his discarded shirt, then gets to work freeing Evan. Once the gag and cuffs are removed, Evan allows Tommy to puppet him like a marionette into a more comfortable position, curled into Tommy’s side with his head resting on Tommy’s chest. He’s quiet, but it’s the good kind of quiet – blissed out and well-fucked. Tommy gets an arm around Evan’s shoulders and trails his fingertips lightly over his upper arm.
After a few minutes, Evan hums, shifting slightly so he can press a kiss to the faded shrapnel scar on Tommy’s ribs. Tommy responds by tilting his head down and burying his lips in Evan’s hair.
“Did you like your surprise?” Evan asks, his voice wrecked from all his moaning.
Tommy hooks two fingers under Evan’s chin and nudges his face up. “I think I might have fucked your brains out if you’re questioning whether or not I enjoyed that.” He kisses Evan on his self-satisfied smirk. “For the record, I would have been perfectly happy to hang out in bed and binge Bridgerton while we ate our weight in junk food.”
“Mmm, who says we can’t still do that?” Evan rolls more fully on top of him and cups his face. “Have I mentioned how cute it is that you’re into romances?”
Tommy just smiles, tipping his chin up in an invitation that Evan quickly accepts. They trade slow, lazy kisses for a few minutes until Evan grimaces and breaks away.
“As much as I would love to stay here for the next four days, drying lube on my butt is not the best feeling in the world,” he says, almost apologetically.
Snorting, Tommy graciously lets Evan roll out of his arms. “You can take the shower first. I’ll order us some food. You feel like pizza?”
“Sounds perfect.” Evan surges forward to give Tommy another peck on the lips, like he just can’t help himself. “And, uh, join me in the shower once you’ve put the order in.”
Tommy grabs the back of Evan’s neck and pulls him down for one last kiss. “Deal.”
Oh yeah. It’s going to be a good four days.