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It's late when Tommy's phone rings, and he sees Evan’s name and contemplates not picking up both because he's about to go to bed and because he cannot steal more municipal equipment. He really can't.
Unless it's, like, a serious emergency.
He sighs and picks up, but before he can say anything, he hears a high, short cry. Then he's rolling off his bed and about to grab pants, because Evan might be in danger or pain or trapped or—
“Fuck yeah, God,” Evan groans.
Or his ex somehow called him while he's hooking up with someone.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, about to hang up.
“T-tommy, please,” Evan whines.
And he's fucking some guy with the same name.
There's no answering noise, though. No squeaking, no creaking, no thumping.
“Evan?” he tries, then he says it louder. But all he gets in return is distant panting. It's…fuck, it's distracting.
Tommy hangs up and then immediately calls Evan back.
“Tommy, wh-what’s up?” Evan says, sounding out of breath.
“Are you with someone right now?” he asks, sitting on his bed again.
“Uh, no? Why? Is everything—”
“You called me first,” he says. “About thirty seconds ago.”
There's a long pause and then a soft curse. “Fuck, I'm so sorry, I, uh, think my phone picked something up and called you. I didn't mean to wake you up.”
Tommy smiles and lays back on his bed again. “You didn't. But I heard you. So Siri probably did, too.”
Evan sighs. “Well, that's pretty humiliating.”
“I mean, I'm flattered. So don't worry,” he says, chuckling when Evan huffs out what's probably a laugh. He might even be ducking his head, and Tommy wishes he was there to see it. “Not every night that a beautiful guy calls me, even accidentally, because he's fantasizing about me.”
“Yeah?” Evan says, and Tommy can hear the smile in his voice, picture the flush of his cheeks. He misses curling his hands over them and feeling the warmth.
“Yeah, just most nights,” he teases, and Evan laughs.
“I don't blame them, you're easy to think about,” Evan says, and it's a dangerous tone. It's the same one he used that last night they were together and most nights of their relationship.
“So are you,” Tommy admits. “A lot more than I probably should.”
His screen lights up with an incoming FaceTime from Evan, and Tommy accepts it before he can consider what a bad idea it is.
Evan’s shirtless, flushed, and Tommy shifts so he's not making Evan look up his nostrils. Except Evan can see he's also shirtless.
“Hey,” he says, tucking his other hand behind his head so he doesn't do something stupid with it like touch his dick.
“H-hey,” Evan says, licking his lips. “This is, uh, probably a bad idea.”
“Probably,” Tommy agrees, shifting again so he can spread his thighs. “You look beautiful, though.”
Evan moves and lays on his side, his phone propped on something. He's got his head cradled in his hand, and Tommy can see almost down to his belly. It looks like he's finally stopped shaving, thank Christ. He's also a little more beefy.
“So do you,” Evan says.
“Mm, I look like I've been maxing out on flight time for two months.” Tommy smiles when Evan does. “But thanks for saying it. What were you thinking about?”
Evan brings his other hand up to scratch his cheek and looks away, laughing a little. “Uh, well, I was thinking about you. Kind of a greatest hits situation, I guess. But right before you called, it was the night I first stayed over.”
A bolt of heat goes through Tommy and his skin goes hot, remembering that night. It hadn't been the first time they'd had sex, even penetrative sex, but it had been the first time their schedules lined up for both of them to have the next day off. They'd needed it after staying up all night having sex and talking and having more sex, having to pull Tommy's curtains shut when the sun came up so they could finally sleep.
“Which part?” he asks, lifting one of his thighs and biting his lip a little when it presses against his cock through his underwear. “The whole night or—”
“When you were in my lap,” Evan says, the hand not propping up his head trailing down his side. “When the sun came up.”
Tommy clenches at the memory. They'd been half delirious with sleepiness and marathon sex endorphins, and he'd ridden Evan on his lap and they'd discovered the thing that bordered on a smothering kink. Evan, apparently, likes having his face hugged against Tommy's pecs so tightly he can barely breathe.
“Good memory,” he agrees, shifting a little.
“One of my go-tos,” Evan says. “Do you, uh, have any? About us?”
Tommy laughs and moves his hand to scrub over his face. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, you could say that.”
“Like what?”
Tommy curls his hand over his own cheek and jaw and rubs lightly, regarding Evan for a long moment. “We doing this, then?”
Evan bites his lip and shrugs one of his shoulders. “Why not?”
“So, so many reasons,” Tommy sighs, sinking down against his headboard a little. “Well, we've got the first time you gave me a blowjob. I know you got better at it, but there's something about watching you figure out you loved it that gets me. And I don't have to get too specific when I think about fucking you. Except for the calf cramp night, that was always amazing. But getting to see your face the first time I fucked you is just—I mean, I'd say I wish I had a camera but I don't need one. I’ll remember it forever. You looked fucking high. You always did, like taking cock was melting your brain.”
“Kinda did,” Evan says, grinning. His arm is moving a little, but Tommy still can't see his hand.
Fair’s fair, though, and he starts rubbing himself through his briefs. “But for specific moments? The first time you called me Daddy. You remember that?”
“Y-yeah,” Evan says, shifting a bit, and his arm moves a little more like he's stroking himself. Or he could be rubbing his hip, Tommy doesn't know. Plausible deniability for his own mental health.
“I was about to tap out and start fingering you, because my tongue was hurting like a motherfucker,” he recalls with a smile, stroking himself gently through his underwear. “And then you let out this sweet little noise and said, ‘Daddy, please.’ Now that? That I wish I had on a recording.”
“Can I see?” Evan asks.
Tommy quirks an eyebrow at him. “Let me see.”
Evan reaches out and turns his phone onto its side, and Tommy does the same. Then Evan scoots back to where he was, and Tommy has a view all the way down to his thighs. He really has filled out all over, and his cock is hard and wet.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his mouth watering.
“Your turn,” Evan prompts.
Tommy reaches for his earbuds on the nightstand and puts them in before propping his phone against the case. He has to turn onto his side, too, and reaches out to tilt it a little so it can at least get his cock in frame when he settles back on the bed. He pulls his briefs down and strokes himself so Evan can see.
“Fuck,” Evan gasps, thrusting into his fist. “Fuck, I wish you were here. Want you to fuck me so bad.”
“I’d drive halfway across the city for that,” Tommy teases, only he's actually serious.
Evan bites his lip and rolls onto his back, arching his chest a little. “I live in Mar Vista now.”
Tommy freezes. “So you're—”
“About fifteen minutes away, maybe.”
He scrambles to sit up and grabs his phone. “Evan, are you fucking with me right now?”
Evan laughs and shakes his head. “No. I can send you my address if you want to—”
“Yeah, yep,” he says, getting up and going to his dresser. “Do that. Just be ready.”
“O-okay.” He grabs for his phone. “I'll send it right now.”
Tommy smiles at his screen and Evan’s shy, sweet smile. “See you soon.”
“See you.”
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