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Tommy pulls into the driveway of his house, smiling as he kills the engine; even after a month, it warmed his heart seeing Evan’s jeep alongside his truck in the driveway.
He grabs his duffle bag from the back and shoulders it as he tries to be quiet; Evan had just come off a 72 a few hours ago, and for the first time in two weeks, their 48 off had lined up almost perfectly.
He kicks off his boots and drops his duffle bag by the front door to worry about after he gets a couple of hours of sleep. He moves down the hall toward the bedroom, their bedroom, which also puts a smile on his face.
He quietly opens the door and has to pause because there Evan is stretched out naked on top of the bedspread, deep asleep after his long shift. But like they had talked about, the bright green bandanna is tied around one of the bars of the headboard, and a bottle of lube is on the nightstand.
It felt like all the blood in Tommy’s body went south at the sight of the literal green flag tied to their bed frame. They had talked about this, negotiated it thoroughly, and discussed how things would play out and how much Evan would prep himself beforehand.
Tommy quietly undresses, putting his clothes into the hamper as he does, watching Evan take the deep, even breaths of someone deep asleep.
He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking himself, his eyes moving over Evan’s body. He grabs the lube from the night table and settles on the end of the bed; setting the lube aside for the moment, he slides his hands up Evan’s calves, thighs, and the curve of his ass, squeezing it softly.
He pulls his hands back slowly when Evan stirs, waiting for him to settle back down. He smiles a little as Evan rubs his face into his pillow, making a soft whining sound in his sleep. Tommy waits a moment before slowly spreading Evan’s legs and exposing the man.
Tommy lets out a slow breath and just takes the sight of Evan in; he uses one hand to give himself a bit more access to rub two fingers around the tight ring of muscle, grinning a little at the slickness already there. He pushes a single finger in, up to the first knuckle, and pulls it out slowly, watching Evan’s face while he does.
Evan starts to squirm a little as Tommy works his finger in and out of the sleeping man, his breath starting to come a little quicker, though he’s not waking up. Tommy pulls his finger out slowly, waiting for Evan’s breathing to even out and the squirming to stop.
He pops the cap on the lube and slicks up his fingers, returning with two, sliding them easily into Evan, slowly fucking Evan with them, and pulling a series of soft, needed sounds out of Evan. He just wanted to make sure that Evan had prepped himself enough, but now there was this heady feeling of Evan being completely at his mercy, his to use, his to take care of.
When Evan starts to roll his hips against the bed and looks like he may wake up, mumbling something in his sleep that sounds very close to daddy… and well, if that doesn’t go straight to Tommy’s cock. He pulls his fingers out slowly and slicks himself up before planting a kiss on the small of Evan’s back, working his way up the man’s body.
He settles between Evan’s legs and starts the slow push in; letting out a slow groan at the feeling of the tight heat around him. He feels Evan gasp and clench around him; Tommy pushes the rest of the way in and presses a soft kiss to the side of Evan’s neck.
“Tommy…” Evan’s voice is low; he’s still half asleep, muscles clenching and unclenching around Tommy’s cock.
Tommy gives a slow roll of his hips, “Yeah, baby… it’s me, saw you all laid out and couldn’t help myself,” He whispers with another slow roll of his hips.
Evan makes a needy sound, starting to wake up and arching his back a little. “Got ready for you,” Evan says, his voice somewhere between a yawn and a moan.
“Do you have fun getting ready for me,” Tommy asks, still his hips fully seated Evan.
“Tommy… don’t stop,” Evan pants, rolling his hips, trying to get Tommy moving again, still sounding half asleep but starting to come too.
Tommy starts to pull out, “You’ll get what I give you right now,” He says, hand not holding him up, sliding up Evan’s neck and cupping his chin, “I asked you a question,” He says, pulling back until just the head of his cock is inside Evan.
Evan makes a needy sound clinching around the head of Tommy’s cock, trying to keep the man from pulling the rest of the way out, grinning a little at the sound it pulls from Tommy.
“I had a lot of fun,” Evan says, pushing up onto his elbows and looking back at Tommy, hair sleep-mussed, panting slightly as his brain and body finally catch up to each other. “Missed you thought, have trouble getting the right angle by myself…”
Tommy grins, starting to push back in slowly; he’s not going to be able to tease much longer because as much as he loves teasing Evan, right now, it’s starting to feel like he’s teasing himself, which can be fun sometimes, but not what he’s in the mood for tonight.
“Tell me more,” Tommy says, finding a slow grinding rhythm, savoring every little whine and groan that falls from Evan’s lips as the man starts to move with him.
“I took my time and thought about how I’d look when you came home, naked and waiting for you; I wasn’t worried; you always take such…. fuck Tommy, right there…”
Tommy presses his face into the side of Evan’s neck and keeps the pace and the angle, but, god, he wants to see Evan’s face tonight; he pulls out, ignoring the displeased sound Evan lets out, in favor of flipping the back on to his back and adjusting Evan’s hips so he can slide back in.
“Fuck Tommy,” Evan groans, “You doing that is never going to get old,” He laughs, leaning up and kissing Tommy as they find their rhythm again.
“Next time, going to try and not wake you up this quick,” Tommy smiles, working a hand between them, starting to stroke Evan, “You made the sweetest little sounds while I fingered you, didn’t even wake up until my cock was in you.”
“Thought I was dreaming about your fingers,” Evan groaned, letting his head fall back into the pillow, long legs wrapping around Tommy’s waist, “Dreaming about how much you like to take your time with me,” His breath hitches, and a need little sound escapes him.
Tommy smirked down at Evan, trying to maintain the angle. He started to feel the heat curling low in his stomach, and he watched that telltale flush creep up Evan’s chest.
“Love taking my time with you, want to hear about this dream because,” He leans down, giving Evan a slow kiss slowing his strokes on the man’s cock to match the intimate kiss, pulls back enough to whisper in Evan’s ear, “When I had you moaning on my fingers you called me daddy…” He sucks in a breath at the way Evan suddenly clenches around him, coming over Tommy’s fist.
He’ll never get tired of watching Evan’s face, whether they’re fucking or making love; when Evan comes, Tommy’s name falls from his lips; it triggers something inside Tommy that this man is his, and only his.
He takes his hand off Evan’s softening cock and plants it back on the mattress, starting to roll his hips again, pace faster than before.
“I’ll call you daddy again while I’m awake too…” Evan says, sounding completely fucked out when Tommy starts to move again, “Call you daddy whenever you want,” He says, body arching and shaking as it’s all starting to feel like it’s too much.
It doesn’t take much more for Tommy to get pulled over the edge, not with Evan’s babbling, his body moving under Tommy and clinching around him. He gives a few hard thrusts before pressing in deep, forehead going to Evan’s shoulder as he shudders through it. “Fucking love you, Evan,” He takes a few deep, steadying breaths trying not to collapse on top of his boyfriend, and mostly succeeds.
The room is quiet, with nothing but the sound of deep, shaky breaths, “Thank you,” Tommy yawns, pulling Evan to his chest after a few minutes.
“For what?” Evan shifts so he’s leaning over Tommy enough to lean in and give him a slow, lazy kiss.
“For trying this, it took a lot of trust,” Tommy says, returning the kiss, hand moving up and down Evan’s back, dipping low enough to play with Evan’s hole a little, pulling a soft yelp from the man, making Tommy smirk.
Evan squirms a little as Tommy’s fingers move over and around his hole, “Of course I trust you; you weren’t going to do anything if the bandana wasn’t there, and if I told you to stop, you would have, anytime I’ve yellow or red lighted you’ve stopped,” He smiles and shrugs as Tommy’s hand moves back up to the small of his back.
Tommy grins a little, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like Evan in his life, what would have happened if he hadn’t agreed to fly them into that hurricane. He wouldn’t have met the man who matched his freak as the kids say or the man who, more importantly, he loved and who loved him back.
“Should go shower, or we’re going to stick together,” Evan laughs a little.
“Hate to break it to you, Evan, but we’re already stuck together.”