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Tommy isn’t sure what wakes him, but he can tell it’s still too early to be up. Neither he or Evan are on shift today and they were looking forward to a late morning sleeping in. But it seems Tommy’s body has other plans because he’s awake, and when he finally glances over Evan’s shoulder at the clock on the bedside table he realizes it’s barely passed six in the morning. Groaning, Tommy snuggles up closer to Evan, pressing his face into the back of Evan’s neck.
He's hard, almost painfully so, and where he’s pressed up against Evan’s ass through two thin layers of fabric feels unbearably delicious. Without realizing it at first, Tommy’s hand begins stroking patterns over Evan’s side, his chest, stomach, hip, wherever he can reach, really. It’s lazy, and not at all helpful in quashing Tommy’s arousal.
The fabric of Evan’s boxer briefs is soft against his fingers, they’re the maroon ones Tommy bought for him, came in a pack with several others, all fall colours because Tommy loves how they look against his pale skin. Before Tommy went ahead with the purchase, Evan was in the terrible habit of only wearing black or grey briefs, so really, he’d had no choice but to intervene. It was a necessity, really. Of the pack Tommy got him, he loves the maroon ones most, he especially loves sliding them down Evan’s mile long legs.
Yeah, this isn’t helping. Well, in for a penny.
Tommy starts by sucking light, wet kisses into the nape of Evan’s neck, teasing with just the hint of tongue as he slowly trails kisses up the side, towards his jaw. His fingers trail to the front of the waistband of Evan’s briefs, sliding along the waistband, toying with it without dipping further.
“Mmph?”
The questioning sound comes as Evan shifts in front of him, stretching just a bit as he slowly claws his way out of the deep sleep he’d been in.
“You with me, baby?” Tommy whispers directly into his ear, biting down lightly on the lobe just like Evan likes, and, bingo, Tommy thinks as Evan lets out a moan, pushing back into Tommy’s chest.
“T-Tommy,” Evan pants, still not quite fully awake. “What time is it?”
“Early,” is all Tommy says, fingers dipping into the warmth of Evan’s underwear, rubbing at the base of his half-hard cock. Evan groans in response, arching his back.
“S-s’posed to sleep in,” he complains even as he pushes up into Tommy’s palm.
“You saying you’re not up for this?” Tommy asks, grinning as he nips at a broad shoulder.
“N’ver,” Evan murmurs, grinding back into Tommy’s groin, “but you’re doing all the work.”
“Just like always,” Tommy sighs dramatically, laughing when Evan grunts and swats at Tommy, catching him on the hip. “I’m just teasing, baby, just stay like you are, let me take care of you. You know how much I love to take care of you.”
Evan doesn’t respond, but Tommy can see his smile stretching across his face. His eyes are still closed, and he seems to take Tommy’s words to heart because he relaxes back into his embrace, tilting his head back to give Tommy better access to his long neck. He was teasing earlier, when he’d implied that Evan liked to let Tommy do all the work. That couldn’t be further from the truth, Evan was nothing if not a generous lover. However, sometimes Tommy likes it just like this, Evan soft and loose, pliant as he lets Tommy take care of him, lets Tommy make him feel good.
Pausing in his ministrations, Tommy rolls slightly away from Evan, ignoring his sound of protest as he reaches back towards the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube. They stopped using condoms about a month before after getting tested, and the level of trust that took isn’t lost on either of them.
“S’ok,” he soothes, rubbing lightly along Evan’s sides, “just needed to grab supplies.”
Propping himself up, Tommy watches as his hand glides down to Evan’s hip, thumb hooking into the waistband of those tight, maroon boxer-briefs and slowly drags them down, revealing more and more of Evan’s pale skin. It’s still dark, but the sliver of light that peeks through the bedroom window is enough to see by and Tommy drinks in the sight like a starving man who’s just discovered a fountain in a dessert. He stops when he gets them to about mid-thigh, leaving Evan’s ass exposed as they lay stretched around his thick thighs. Evan’s cock juts out from his groin, long and heavy, fully hard now and leaking already.
He’s beautiful, Tommy thinks, everything about Evan is beautiful. He’d noticed it the day they met and Tommy knows it’s one of the reasons he agreed to meet him for coffee after their disaster of a first date, knows he was helpless the minute Evan flashed that adorable smile his way. Sometimes Tommy still can’t believe that he gets to do more than look, that he gets to touch this beautiful man in front of him, gets to pluck his strings and make him sigh, groan, moan, and pant until he sings, like he’s a violin and Tommy is his fucking concert master.
It’s overwhelming, sometimes, to be caught in the ray of Evan’s bright light, and Tommy is helpless to it, wanting nothing more than to pay homage, to overwhelm him with pleasure until Evan knows nothing but his love. Their love.
“Should t’ke a picture… lasts longer.” Evan’s voice is barely over a whisper, still heavy with sleep, but his shoulders are shaking like he’s holding back laughter.
Fuck, it is way too early to be this goddamn sentimental.
“Smartass,” Tommy says, giving Evan a firm swat to the ass before reaching for the back of Evan’s knee, pushing it forward a little and forcing his underwear into an obscene stretch. He picks the lube back up and wets his fingers.
“Hey!” Evan complains, sounding a little more awake as he wriggles away from the sting of Tommy’s slap. “Not fair, you’re s’pposed to be taking care of me.”
Smirking, Tommy leans back in, embracing Evan with his left arm while his right hand finds the crevice of his ass, sliding between and circling around his rim with just the barest hint of pressure.
“Well, sometimes that requires a little bit of discipline, don’t you think?”
Tommy laughs at Evan’s groan, no doubt he's recalling the paddle Tommy had used on him the last time they broke out their toy box. Tommy wouldn’t say they’re heavily into kink, but they do like to dabble on occasion, and when they do, Evan is beautiful in his submission. Like now, even without the toys or the rope, Evan is so quick to hand over control and melt under Tommy’s touch. It comes so easy for him, like he’s just been waiting, yearning for someone to take the reins all this time, to be able sit back and relax, safe in the knowledge that there’s someone there to take care of and guide him. Someone who knows how to take him apart only to put him back together again until he’s whole.
That Tommy gets to be that person continues to fill him with wonder each and every day.
“Fuck, Tommy,” Evan swears, whining as Tommy pushes forth with the first finger, breaching his body in one firm push until he’s as far as he can go.
“Touch yourself,” Tommy tells him, looking over Evan’s shoulder at his straining cock, red and angry where it bobs between his legs. “Just a little, I don’t want you to come yet,” he adds, not wanting them to finish before they’ve even begun.
Evan does as he’s told, reaching a hand down and grasping his cock while Tommy begins moving his finger in and out, searching on each inward thrust. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for, they’ve done this enough times that he knows Evan’s body like the back of his hand by now, but it’s no less satisfying when manages to brush Evan’s prostate. The way Evan tenses, and then lets out a broken moan as his hand speeds up the tiniest bit will never get old.
“Ah, ah–” Tommy pauses, stopping his hand entirely, “slow down, baby, we’re just getting started.”
He waits until Evan loosens his grip slightly and slows down before he’s starts moving his hand again, this time adding a second finger, savouring the stretch as Evan’s welcoming heat envelopes each of his fingers. He starts to stretch him in earnest, painfully aware of his own hard dick, still trapped inside his briefs. He presses his hips forward slightly just to take the edge off, but it only serves to tease him when the promise of Evan’s body is right there.
“T-Tommy, please – fuck,” Evan begs, shoving his hips back onto Tommy’s finger.
“One more, baby, gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
Tommy adds a third finger and has the brief thought that he deserves a medal for the restraint he’s showing. He dares anyone to find themselves faced a naked, squirming, moaning Evan Buckley and see if they can resist when he’s begging for more.
“I’m ready, please, please, just fuck me already.”
Chuckling, Tommy pumps his fingers a few more times, twisting his wrist as he does and delighting in the sweet drag of Evan’s tight heat, knowing that in a moment he’s going to be buried there. Finally, he pulls his fingers out and places a sucking kiss to Evan’s jawline, careful not to go too hard lest he accidentally leave a hickey. Reaching down, he shoves the front of his briefs down until his cock is free. He tucks the band behind his balls so that they’re free too, knowing how much Evan likes the feel of them slapping against his skin when they fuck.
Tommy’s considerate like that.
Grabbing for the lube once more, he drizzles some directly onto his cock before tossing the bottle aside and gripping himself, giving himself a few perfunctory strokes to spread the lube around. He has to pause and grip the base of his cock tightly before he lines himself up with Evan’s entrance, he’s a little too worked up and the last thing he wants is to lose himself prematurely the moment he pushes inside like some goddamn teenager on prom night.
God, the things this kid does to him.
Finally, finally, Tommy positions himself and presses his hips forward carefully, there’s a moment of resistance, like always, before his body gives in and the head pops inside. They groan together, and Evan stretches like a cat as Tommy uses a hand on Evan’s hip and his right leg to push Evan a little more forward, still on his side but also slightly on his stomach so that Tommy is able to get a little more leverage as he sinks further into Evan’s tight heat. He goes slow, aware that the initial stretch always takes a moment to adjust to.
“How’re you doing, baby?” Tommy murmurs, face buried in Evan’s neck, breathing him in as he luxuriates in the feel of Evan against him, beneath him, around him. He’s fully inside now, hips pressed snug to a plush ass and he holds there even as every instinct in him is begging him to move, thrust, take.
“So, so good, Tommy… move, please,” Evan slurs, hand slowed to a stop on his weeping cock as he waits for Tommy to start.
“Please what?” Tommy asks, voice a whisper as he takes to grinding his hips into Evan, pressing without thrusting. It’s not nearly enough, but he’s willing to wait for what he wants, and Evan never disappoints.
“Please, Daddy,” he whines, voice just the slightest bit wet as if he’s about to dissolve into a puddle of tears and an erection if Tommy doesn’t pick up the pace already.
Tommy’s eyelids flutter shut as his cock jerks inside Evan, a grin stretching across his face. It’s not new, not since that dinner they’d had all those months back, but it’s also not something they do all the time. It makes it all the sweeter when they do break it out during sex, like indulging in a large slice of cake after a period of cutting before a bulk. And Tommy is rarely one to deny himself a slice of cake, literally or metaphorically.
“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he grunts, using his left hand that is situated beneath Evan to turn his head enough so that Tommy can draw him into a wet and dirty kiss at the same time that he draws his hips back before pumping forward in a firm thrust.
It doesn’t take long for Tommy to find his sweet spot, aiming for it continuously as Tommy sets a vigorous pace, hips pumping fast and hard as heat and sweat builds between their bodies, his chest sliding against Evan’s back as he moves. He’s well past the point of teasing either of them, they’re both too worked out for any more of it. Evan cries out, moaning and whimpering with each press of Tommy’s cock against his prostate. He’s always been loud in bed, even when they’re at his loft with its thin walls and Tommy thinks it’s fucking glorious. He never has to wonder if the other man is enjoying himself because his pleasure is not only painted all over his face but is present in each sound that leaves his lips.
Sometimes, Tommy has the insane urge to bottle each and every one of those noises and pack them away in the back of his closet for the nights that Evan isn’t able to stay over. Nights which are, admittedly, becoming fewer and further between. Letting go of Evan’s hip, Tommy reaches around and takes over from where the other man is fisting his cock, matching Tommy’s pace. Evan shudders against him, fucking forward into Tommy’s hand before pushing back into his hips as if he’s unsure which sensation he wants more of.
Both, probably.
“You like that, baby?” Tommy asks, picking up the pace slightly as heat curls in his belly. He licks the sweat from Evan’s neck, tastes the salt on his tongue, and suddenly wishes they were in a different position so that he could reach Evan’s armpits. Another time, he thinks. Evan nods, whimpering as his hips roll desperately between the dual sensations.
“Good boy,” Tommy whispers, and relishes the way Evan’s body practically vibrates. Reaching up with his left hand, Tommy toys with Evan’s nipples, pinching and pulling harshly, flicking them once they’re hard. Tommy doesn’t think he’s ever met someone who’s so sensitive here, but Evan is, and Tommy’s learned to take advantage of it whenever he can. “You’re so fucking wet for it, aren’t you, always desperate for Daddy’s cock, isn’t that right?” It’s a delicate balance to keep his tone on just the right side of condescension, too much and Evan will shut down, but just enough, just that little smidge combined with praise and pride and Evan lights up like a fucking Christmas tree and Tommy lives for those moments.
“D-daddy,” Evan cries, humping frantically into Tommy’s fist, cock leaking like a faucet. “I-I am,” he whines, “want it s-so much, a-all the time, want you all the time.” He’s barely coherent, words a jumbled mess as he slurs them together through the fog he must be feeling as Tommy pumps his cock and assaults his prostate in equal measure.
He can tell Evan’s almost there, between his leaking cock and his leaking eyes it’s always so obvious. The first time Evan cried during sex was a shock to the both of them, and Tommy had been concerned at first. But then they’d realized it was just another form of release, a reaction to the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.
“F-fuck, Evan, baby, I’m close, so fucking close,” Tommy moans, biting into Evan’s shoulder as he pumps his hips, the sound of skin slapping rhythmically filling the room. He strokes Evan faster, twisting his fist when he gets to the head the way Evan likes, the slide easy with how wet his cock is.
“You know, baby,” Tommy starts, voice a whisper as he licks over his ear, panting harshly. “I think next time I wake up and wanna play with you I’m gonna tie you down on your back instead. I’ll take my time with you… make you watch while I prep myself… get you desperate, and then… then I’m gonna slap one of your cock rings on you and take a ride on your sweet, greedy cock and only let you come when I think you’ve earned it.”
“I-fuck, T-Tommy, Daddy, I–” Evan doesn’t finish whatever he was about to say, instead shouting incoherently as his body draws tight like a bow, clawing at the sheets as his body tenses, sweat beads and drips down his forehead before suddenly releasing as he comes, his load shooting out across Tommy’s sheets, painting it white, before slowing down to ooze out over Tommy’s fist.
Tommy had slowed his hips as Evan came, knowing that the continuous stimulation can be shocking and unpleasant. Once Evan relaxes back into it, body thrumming with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Tommy picks back up, hips thrusting frantically into Evan’s overwhelmingly tight ass as he chases his own high. He’s almost there and he squeezes Evan close as he licks into his hot mouth, gripping his hip with his come covered hand. There’ll be bruises there, he’s gripping so hard.
It's that thought that sends him overboard, the thought of Evan admiring them in the mirror, the thought of him changing in the locker room after a shower and the others seeing the dark finger shaped bruises on his hip and knowing who put them there. He’s a possessive bastard and he knows it, always wanting to mark Evan up so that everyone knows without a doubt that Evan is his.
He shouts as his orgasm hits him like a freight train, shouting as he comes hot and deep inside Evan, hips mashed against Evan’s ass, pushing, pushing, pushing as if he could possibly get any deeper. It rocks through him in pulses, lighting up every nerve ending as the warmth bursts, starting low in his stomach and flooding his groin and then out through his cock.
Tommy collapses as his climax finally eases, tapering off into a warm afterglow. Evan can take his weight, likes it even, it’s one of the plusses to having a partner nearly as big as him. Nuzzling into Evan’s cheek, Tommy plants kiss after light kiss there as they both come down, savouring the high together.
Tommy’s the first to come back down, he almost always is, Evan usually needing a little extra time. Slowly, Tommy pulls back and out, hissing as the cool breeze hits his softening dick. Sighing, Tommy sits up, Evan whining where he lays as he reaches back for Tommy to draw him back in.
“Shh, just a second, I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Evan’s temple before he sits back up.
Getting off the bed, Tommy takes a moment to peel Evan’s boxer briefs the rest of the way off, his cock giving a valiant twitch as his hands skim over the length of Evan’s strong legs. He takes a moment to mourn the loss of his youth, and with it his practically nonexistent refractory period.
He quickly wipes off his dick with Evan’s underwear before tossing them in the hamper with the rest of the dirty clothes and then heads into the en-suite bathroom to get a wet washcloth. When he comes back, Evan’s sprawled out on his back, legs spread and exhibiting zero shame. Tommy starts by wiping the come from his chest, and then working his way down Evan’s front, before coaxing his legs apart further to reach where Tommy’s come is already leaking out of him.
One day, he thinks, they’re going to have to get a plug so that Evan can hold Tommy inside of him an entire night. It’s a possessive thought, but Tommy’s stopped questioning whatever weird or strange kinks he discovers. He trusts Evan to tell him if he’s uncomfortable with any of them, but more often than not he’s just as eager. Once finished, Tommy tosses the cloth back into the hamper and crawls back into bed, pulling the covers back up before he guides Evan into his side. Evan comes willingly, curling into Tommy’s chest and playing with the hair there.
“Did you mean it?” Evan asks after a few minutes.
“Mean what?” Tommy asks, needing clarification because he’s not sure what Evan’s referring to.
“What you said, about tying me up… and the cock ring.”
He can feel Evan’s grin against his chest and Tommy laughs, shaking his head.
“Did you want me to mean it?” He teases, already knowing the answer, and Evan pinches his nipple in retaliation. In response, Tommy cups Evan’s jaw and tilts it upwards so that Tommy can draw him in for a deep kiss before pulling back and looking him in the eye. “Of course I meant it, anytime you want, baby.”
Evan lets out a weak moan, burying his face back in Tommy’s chest.
“Mmk, sleep now though,” he says on a yawn, poking Tommy in his side, “someone woke me up way earlier than planned.”
Tommy hums, stroking over Evan’s shoulder, somehow, Tommy doesn’t think he’s all that upset about it, but he keeps that thought to himself.
“Love you,” he murmurs instead.
For a moment, he thinks Evan’s already fallen asleep, but then Evan snuffles and squeezes him tighter.
“Love you too.” It’s spoken so softly that Tommy has to strain to hear it and that familiar warmth is back in his chest. It’s far from the first time they’ve said it, but no matter how often they do, Tommy still feels warm all over whenever he hears it from Evan.
As he drifts off to sleep, Tommy thinks about Evan’s upcoming lease renewal and the drawers Tommy’s already emptied out in anticipation of the conversation he will have with Evan later. Soon, if Tommy plays his cards right, Evan could be spending all of his free nights here.
Later can't come soon enough.