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Tommy had no idea what he was doing there, but he pulled into the parking lot of the sex shop after work one afternoon, bone tired and needy, and okay, maybe he was trying to avoid his house again and the emptiness that had been left behind. Maybe he was looking for a distraction, and he'd followed some stupid urge in his chest, or even lower in his dick, towards the shop. They'd met a few shifts back, when the 118 had been called to the sex shop after a disgruntled customer had tried to set fire to the store, and partially succeeded, ruining some of the young owner's inventory of lace lingerie. The shop, Buck's Desire Emporium, was a small shop front with a pride flag proudly hung up in the front window and a promise to treat everyone with dignity and discretion in an otherwise nondescript parking lot. They'd been able to get the fire out quickly, and then the customer — which turned out to be a man who thought the owner was having an affair with his wife because she came here for toys often — was arrested.
"You're welcome back whenever you want," they'd been told by the young, hot sex shop owner which was just not fair, "and I'll give you a discount for saving my store."
The day had been brutal on Tommy, two patients dying either in his arms or in the ambulance after he'd been too late getting them out of the wreck of their homes, and as soon as they were released from their shift, he just drove, and found himself sitting out front of the store in his truck, unsure of why he was there. No, he knew why he was there; the kid, Evan Buckley, was hot and young and looked at Tommy as if he knew all of his dirty secrets and he wanted to catalog them.
Evan was sitting on the counter when Tommy worked up the courage to finally step into the shop, blowing a bubble with his gum while he casually browsed a catalog of products, pictures of dildos, vibrators, and colorful anal plugs on the cover and Tommy could only imagine what else was inside. He wore a black mesh tank top to match black jeans, and he looked every bit as fuckable as the day they'd met. The mesh of his tank top almost glowed from the neon sign on one wall that read "SEX IS ART," the hot pink casting an ethereal glow on everything around it.
They weren't alone, however, a few customers dotted the store: a pair of younger people in the front where Evan stocked gender affirming products and gag gifts for bachelorette parties, both of them looking at binders and packers while whispering to each other, and an older woman gleefully comparing two nearly identical dildos with realistic veins and testicles just inside the heart of the store.
"Firefighter Kinard!" Evan said as the chime over the door announced his entrance, and Tommy flushed. "I was wondering if I was going to see you again. No one called in a fire, did they?"
"Uh, no. No, nothing like that. I'm not on duty right now," he said.
"Ah, here for pleasure, then," Evan said excitedly. He hopped off the counter and abandoned the catalog. "What can I help you with? Any particular craving, or desire, that I can help fill here at Buck's Desire Emporium?"
"Oh. Uhm, I'm — I'm not sure. I've never really," he trailed off as a blush overtook his cheeks and he finished off his sentence with a vague hand gesture all around them. He wasn't usually this timid, especially about sex, but there was just something about Evan that caught him off guard.
"Not experienced with toys? That's alright, I can guide you towards some good beginner products, depending on what you're into, or who you'll be playing with, or we even have a whole curated kit if you have no idea where to even start with that."
He gestured Tommy into the heart of the store, which was the checkout counter set up more like the information desk at a library. The computer screen twisted so it could be viewed by both the employee and the customer, and it sat waiting naturally on an order screen decorated around the edges with artistic renditions of more dildos than Tommy had ever seen in his life — at least until he'd stepped into this shop.
"Yeah, I really wouldn't know where to start," he admitted. Previous boyfriends had had toys but had never invited him to use them, either on them or on himself, and he'd always been too worried about getting a vacuum-sealed dildo delivered to his front porch where everyone could see what he got up to at night, and he'd never been able to purchase one for himself, no matter how many guarantees the stores online promised "discreet packaging." He missed the feeling of something inside of him, though, and this seemingly endless dry spell that had started while he was actively in a relationship with someone wasn't letting him go anytime soon. He was tired of jerking off with his hand alone, his orgasms sad and almost pitiful, not to mention unsatisfying and if he were being honest with himself, routine. He wanted to feel full again, his fingers no longer enough.
He just wasn't sure he could say that out loud to this virtual stranger.
"That is more than alright. I am an expert here for your use, Firefighter Kinard."
"Tommy," he said quickly, a little sharply, afraid someone might pick up on his title and track down Bobby to tell him what Tommy was up to. "Just Tommy is fine."
"Well, just Tommy, I can help you get started. Let's see. Is this for you and a partner, maybe a wife, a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend-slash-husband? Or multiple of the above, we don't shame here at the Emporium, all types and configurations of love are welcome."
"No, I'm not in a relationship."
"Solo play. I can work with that. Are you interested in giving, or receiving during your play time?"
Tommy blinked slowly twice and then frowned at Evan as he wasn't quite sure what that meant.
"Ah, alright, straightforward it is," Evan said to himself. "Are you looking for something like a dildo to go inside you, or a masturbator for you to go inside?"
He felt like an idiot once Evan explained, all of the times hook ups asked him if he'd be into giving it to them instead suddenly echoing in his ears.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, that makes sense. More like a dildo," he answered, "nothing extreme, but I'm not afraid of a bigger size, either."
Understatement, he thought, thinking of one of his first fucks, a man with enough length and girth that it felt like he were being stretched open on a wine bottle. He'd been hooked from that moment.
"Good to know, and how do you feel about functions, like warming, vibrating, thrusting, that sort of deal?"
"Never thought about it before, but I might be into it. I'm not against it."
"I've always been a fan of a good vibrator myself, nothing beats a prostate massage orgasm from an old faithful vibe."
The way Evan talked about sex and toys was free, easy, and without any kind of shame at all. By contrast, Tommy was struggling to even think about this, let alone having to say it out loud to another person, and Evan owned a business where he depended on people's lack of shame around sex.
"Okay, yeah, that sounds good," he said, voice going obviously a little hoarse, so he cleared his throat. "Sorry, talking about this kind of subject was a huge no in my house and also in the Army. I'm trying to loosen up about it, but it's taking me a bit."
"Well, I think you're doing incredibly so far, Tommy. I think I have something in mind for you, if you'll follow me."
He guided Tommy from the counter past the woman who was feeling the difference between a rainbow colored dildo and one shaped more like a rocket ship than a penis, into a quieter corner of the store.
"Is there any roommate to worry about? For the noise of the vibrator?" Evan asked. "Or would you prefer it quieter? Some people find a loud vibe can ruin the mood."
"No roommates. I own my own house, but I'm not sure about the noise level. Do they get really loud where it could be distracting?"
"Can be for some, I just add the noise in with the fantasy if I start to get distracted," Evan answered as he turned partially towards the shelves. There were boxes lined up, with little information cards in front of them, and on a small pedestal with each set of boxes, the toy waiting. "I like to put out testers so they can be seen, felt, for customers to get a good idea of how it, I don't know, plays, I guess. So, I was thinking this one, which is a good size to start, not too small so you'll certainly feel it, but nothing extreme as you put it, with five vibration settings and four speeds. It's pretty quiet, and the best part is it doesn't sacrifice power for it."
He took a tan flesh-colored toy off the shelf, the top vaguely shaped like the tip of a circumcised cock but the bottom a flat black plastic with three buttons lined up in a row. Evan easily clicked the power button without pausing to look for it, and it buzzed gently to life in his hand. It was quiet, even in the otherwise comfortable silence of the shop.
"Hold out your hand for me," Evan said, and Tommy complied without hesitation. He held the tip of the toy to his palm, and the vibration spread through Tommy's hand and up his arm like molten steel, melting everything it came into contact with.
"Oh," he murmured.
"Feel good?" Evan asked, voice a whisper as he traced the head of this pretend cock against Tommy's hand and then up the sensitive skin inside his wrist. He shuddered but didn't pull away, not able to even if he wanted to, held to Evan by a magnetic force. "I have one pretty similar, the next one up from this one, honestly, with a warming function because there's nothing better, don't you think, than a hot, thick length inside of you, warming you up from the inside out."
His voice was low as he had his head tilted to the side, just enough that his lips were brushing the shell of Tommy's ear. They were the same height, but somehow Tommy felt so small and at his mercy in the moment.
"This is just the lowest speed as well, and just the steady vibration pattern. I mentioned the different settings, you can also set it to this one," he said, touching a button as he brushed the toy further up Tommy's arm. It beat like a drum against his skin, and Tommy could only imagine what that might feel like pounding against his prostate. "Or this one."
This one crescendoed from a subtle vibe to a hard insistent vibe before sharply dying off.
"Or this."
The next was a mix of the two, a drum beat that grew in strength from a gentle tapping on the inside of Tommy's elbow to a steady knocking until it stopped and started all over again.
"And then there's this one."
The last one tapped out a beat, strong against Tommy's bicep, and then paused before repeating the beat for double the length before pausing again, alternating between a round of one or two of the measures before pausing.
Each one intrigued him, and he was certainly interested in the way they might feel inside of him instead of just against his skin. Evan brushed just against the seam of his armpit with a steady beating pattern turned up to a higher speed, and Tommy let out a small gasp as something zinged through him hot and needy, clawing at him to escape.
"Fuck." Tommy brought his other hand up to his mouth and pressed his fist in between his teeth to keep the groan inside. "Evan."
Evan drew the toy away and turned it off, setting it back on the shelf as if nothing had happened.
"There's so many things you could start with, specific prostate massagers which don't give you the feeling of being full at all but do bang out an orgasm like nothing else, or depth trainers for when you want someone long to give it to you soon. But I think, for you, the other option is, and this is more if you're just looking to go traditional, is just a good ol' dildo with a suction cup. You get a strong suction on the wall, and you barely need a man to satisfy you after that."
Evan curled a finger around Tommy's pinky before leading him into a long aisle filled with all sizes, shapes, and colors of dicks. There were some shaped like fruit and vegetables, some like tongues, some scaled and some knotted at the base. He wasn't even sure he understood the aisle at first before Evan stopped them in front of something that made sense to him. They were all long, and thick, with suction cups at the bottom, realistically shaped with sculpted cock heads and testicles at their bases, from the palest pink to the nearly blue black of some skin tones, varying beautiful in front of his eyes.
"Did you fall in love, Tommy?" Evan teased. "It's a really good collection, I know."
"It's very diverse."
"Everyone deserves to find a dildo in their desired shade, and most of these fit into our strap-on harnesses so our trans men and our lesbian friends can find the shade that matches them. I've gotten glowing reviews for that, actually, and I'm constantly searching for manufacturers who are expanding their shades so I can always have a custom order recommendation ready to go."
"That's — that's really nice."
"I hope so," Evan said. "So, Mr. Just Tommy, what can I help you find today? Who is your dream cock?"
Yours, a not-insignificant part of his brain answered.
"I don't know. They all look the same."
"Well, yes and no," Evan said, and he picked up one and then the other and held them out to Tommy. "They're similar, but this one is heavier, less flexible, has less of a give to it, and this one has almost a skin-smooth feeling to the silicone it's finished with."
Tommy took them both, and he had to admit they were different.
"You can bend this bad boy," Evan said, taking the one in Tommy's left hand and showing him how flexible it was, nearly bending it in half. "This one is great for people who aren't used to having anything up inside them and need it to kind of slot and slid into the cracks for them. The other is for someone who is accustomed to taking it, and wants to feel the rigidity and the stiffness as its pushing you apart, spreading you open on it."
"Right, yeah, makes sense. More the second one then," he said. "Definitely more that one."
"Excellent," Evan said, taking them both and setting them back on the shelves. "I had this one guy come in, and he was interested in bottoming for his boyfriend, because he'd never done it in the seven years they'd been together — imagine that, seven years and never wanting to have your partner's cock inside you, I can't even believe that — and he assured me that he could take something rigid despite never so much as prodding with his pinky, and I tried to explain that he needed to start small, and it would probably be better if he let his boyfriend take care of him through it, but he was certain that he could just brave face his way through it, so he grabbed this big toy, like — it was this one — and a week later, he comes in all shy, following this little mousy guy, his boyfriend, who explains that he had hurt himself trying to shove the dildo in all at once, and they needed to start with some trainers and plenty of lube. It was wild."
Tommy blinked, as Evan picked up this monster of a cock from the shelf, one that Tommy could barely take without proper preparation and stretching.
"I hope he learned his lesson."
"They came in a couple times together and picked out bigger and bigger toys until they just stopped in for lube and he looked so blissed out every time."
"Good for him," Tommy said.
His eyes drifted to a lower row just to Evan's right, but before he could pretend he hadn't, Evan picked it up and examined it. It was close enough to his face that Tommy could see now why his eyes had been drawn to it, the cockhead was tinged the same pink as Evan's lips, which Tommy knew tended to be about the same shade anyway. Was that what Evan's cock looked like?
"Oh, you have some excellent taste, expensive taste but excellent."
"Is it that expensive?"
"This big boy," Evan said, and he stepped closer to Tommy and gestured for his hand, which he dutifully held out for him. Evan laid the cock in his hand, and it was heavy, with ridges that Tommy knew would feel incredible, but somehow the silicone was silky smooth. "This is actually the most expensive dildo in the shop right now — well, realistic dildo at the very least — but it's worth the money. It's got a solid core so that's where the weight comes from, and then this curve means that it's excellent for prostate stimulation, as well as the realistic head and ridges. It doesn't have any warming settings, because it's just a simple design, but the outside material does have a remarkable way of taking on the body's heat and it seems as if it's a warming toy."
The way Evan spoke about the toy reminded Tommy, briefly, of the way his nonna used to talk about her prized roses, how each bush was different, how they needed different care, how they bloomed differently, but all beautifully.
It was endearing, and Tommy could stand there with Evan for hours, listening to him talk so lovingly about each toy.
"Plus, this suction cup," Evan said, and he took the toy from Tommy's hand, brushing his fingertips against Tommy's palm as he took it, and then moved to a pillar in the middle of the floor, tucked between shelves, before he forcefully stuck the suction cup to the wall. The dildo bobbled there on the wall comically as he let go, but it didn't move from the spot. He batted it around a couple times, but it didn't move. He tugged on it hard, and Tommy winced sympathetically even though it was plastic and had no nerve endings, but it still didn't move. "You could ride this thing like it's a mechanical bull, and it still wouldn't go anywhere, as long as there's a decent suction made."
"Wow," Tommy said, and he had to clear his throat again.
Evan carefully stuck his thumbnail underneath the edge of the suction, and it popped off easily as soon as the pressure was released.
"Worth the price," Evan repeated. "Any questions?"
"No — well, I guess one."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"How do you choose?" he asked, and Evan's face lit up with what Tommy could only call unadulterated joy.
"Oh, that's the best part, Tommy," Evan said. "You don't have to."
"Well, I can't buy your whole inventory," he replied.
"Mmm, no, that's true," he said. "I have an idea, but it's going to sound like I'm straight out of a porno, and not even a good one, but I swear I'm not trying to come off as a creep."
"Okay?"
"How do you feel about trying out the toys before making any decisions?"
Tommy blinked and looked towards the woman with the dildos, but she had moved on to some vibrators in soft pinks and purples. He looked back at Evan and said softly, "what did you have in mind?"
"Pick out three toys," Evan said. "And meet me by the office door over there."
He nodded to a simple black door tucked towards the back of the store, the word OFFICE in simple white letters above a sign that announced that employees only were allowed past that point. Tommy watched as Evan slipped away, and Tommy took the dildo up again, interested in it if only because he could fantasize that it were Evan with the coloring, before he moved back towards the vibrators. He found the one that Evan had teased against his arm, and grabbed it too before he could really think about what he was doing.
He had to find a third, though, and he had no idea where to look, or what to choose. He stuck in the area, though, not wanting to wander too far and end up with the tentacles and animal cocks. There were some masturbators nearby, lined up in a weird row of disembodied mouths, vaginas, and anuses that made Tommy uncomfortable, so he floated away from those. He didn't want to fuck into something fake, not desperately enough that he'd use his last choice on it.
Instead, he let himself be drawn to the anal plugs, and he found a set of three silicone plugs, each with a slim neck that lead to a heart-shaped base and each a different color, the largest the length of his palm and a pearlescent purple. There were so many to choose from, but he found himself endeared by the heart at the base far more than the ones proclaiming the wearer to be a slut or a whore, waiting to be fucked. This one felt more like a choice made by the wearer than a brand put there by a partner.
He flushed as he curled his palm around the plug and started towards the office door. Evan was at the counter with the woman, the two younger customers gone, while he walked her through check-out with an upbeat smile on his face. His eyes flicked to Tommy once, and he winked, before he returned his attention to his customer.
Tommy didn't really understand what they were doing, but he wanted whatever it was.
He'd wanted Evan since the moment they'd entered the sex shop to find Evan and the arsonist in a shouting match as fires blazed on racks behind the man, his arm held out with a bottle of lighter fluid, ready to make everything worse. Evan had looked so beautiful in the firelight, and Tommy had nearly forgotten himself, except for Captain Nash directing them to control the scene as Sergeant Grant took down the arsonist.
Tommy walked past the spot that had been set on fire, a mannequin donned with lingerie with a strap-on harness around her hips with a nice thick dildo locked into it, and found that he couldn't even tell there had been a fire there at all. Whoever had done the repair on the shop had done a fantastic job. He wondered if he could get the name of the contractor to fix up some stuff in his own house.
He shouldn't be focused on house repairs, but he was afraid that if he thought about what was going to happen past the office door, with an empty shop, with his armload of toys, he might just combust, so he pondered instead the wonderful match of carpet they'd managed to achieve. There wasn't even a seam where you could tell a patch was replaced.
He had a dark stain on his living room carpet that he'd like to replace, because it reminded him of the history of his house in a way that made his skin uncomfortable. Could they manage the same exact match they did here?
He leaned against the office door as Evan walked the last customer, the woman with her thick bag to the door. He was laughing as he saw her out, and waved congenially, before he closed the door after her, and flipped a lock. Then, he leaned to one side of the door, and turned off the neon OPEN sign. He taped a sign to the door, probably apologizing that the store was closed for lunch, or something. Tommy took a deep breath as Evan turned back to him, and those eyes were back on him.
Even from across the shop's floor, Evan's eyes had this searching, investigative quality, and Tommy felt stripped bare, laid out on a table for Evan to poke and prod like an experiment, a specimen for study.
With impossibly long legs, Evan crossed to the office door, and stopped in front of Tommy with that searching look in his eyes that could strip Tommy bare. He wanted to be examined, though, if it were Evan's clever fingers doing to exam.
"Hey," Evan said with a smirk. "I'm surprised you didn't bolt."
"Me too," he admitted. "What are we doing?"
"You can stop whenever you want, and tell me if it's too much," Evan assured him, reaching past Tommy to the door handle. He pushed open the door and let them inside a modest space, an L-shaped desk taking up most of the space while a couch that could clearly pull out to a sleeper bed took up the rest. There were bookshelves behind the desk with binders, catalogs, and hardcover novels, as well as what looked to be extra inventory and if Tommy weren't mistaken, porn DVDs. "C'mon in."
Tommy stepped in and lingered by the door as Evan slipped around him and then pulled himself up onto the desk in front of him. The bubblegum was gone, he realized, and for the first time since they'd met, Evan had an air of hesitation around him.
"Ever done this before?" Evan asked.
"What? Followed the attractive store owner back into his office without an idea of what's actually happening? No, can't say that I have. Have you?"
"Oh, God, no," he finally said with a laugh. "I'm not usually this — I don't know, like this, but something about you, Tommy, just made me want to keep talking."
"You're very good at it."
"I'm glad you think so," Evan said with a smile at him. "What sparked your curiosity the most?"
It took Tommy a minute to realize he was talking about the three toys Evan had told him to pick out and he held out his choices in front of him. Evan reached out and took them one at a time, surveying them before setting them on the desk before nodding approvingly.
"Good choices."
"What did you have in mind?" Tommy couldn't help himself from asking.
"You said that you couldn't choose, because you don't have the experience with any of them, so obviously none of them matter to you yet. What if I helped you out, showed you how to use them?"
"On yourself," Tommy asked, "or on me?"
He had a preference, but he kept his voice as neutral as he could.
"I was thinking on you so that you could feel how each one works, since they'd be your toys, but if you wanted, we could —"
"No, that works for me," Tommy said. So much for neutral. "I wasn't sure, and I wanted to make sure that we're, I don't know, on the same page, I guess."
"Yeah, we are," Evan said, those curious eyes back on Tommy's face.
"Uhm, so, where do you want me?"
Evan's eyes looked him over, lingering on his chest and stomach, before turning to look at his office, before he said, "why don't we start with you leaning over my desk while I warm you up? We can start slow, with just the vibrator, let it impress you with how it can play with your prostate like a master at the helm. Then once we've gone through settings, we can switch to the dildo to really fill you up, remind you what it's like to have a big fat cock inside of you. You can either ride the toy on top of the desktop or I'll help you suction it to the door and you can fuck yourself back on it until you go cross-eyed. Then, lastly, just to make sure you're properly satisfied and fucked open, I'll nestle this gorgeous plug inside you and you can't take it out until you get home tonight."
"I thought this was just a trial, you're letting me take one home?"
"Yeah, well, I'm confident you'll be back."
"What makes you say that?" Tommy asked, even though he felt it too.
"I don't know," Evan admitted, "but I think that there was a reason it was your unit that responded to the fire at the shop, and why you came back."
"I was promised a discount," Tommy teased, and Evan smiled conspiratorially.
"Well, you're the only one who has followed up on that discount."
"They don't know what they're missing."
"Mm, so, how's my proposition stacking up, then? Good enough to keep you coming back for more, or do I need to sweeten the deal a little?"
"What more could you possibly put in the pot?"
"Regardless of how you enjoy these, I'd like to see you again, but if you like these, what if we make this a regular deal, where we can test new products out? I can give customers honest reviews from the hands-on experience you and I get to have together."
"That sounds, that sounds really good," Tommy said, voice breaking a little.
"Good, I was really hoping you'd like the sound of that."
Evan slipped off the desk and stepped up to him, their chests brushing.
"Will you strip for me, then, Tommy? Or you need me to help with that, too?" Evan asked, clearly teasing but Tommy's cheeks flared hot with the subtle humiliation and he burned with desire. He undid his belt without breaking eye contact with Evan, and then made quick work of his button and zipper on his jeans. Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer apparently, Evan grabbed the hem of Tommy's shirt and pushed it up to expose his belly, and then he pulled it over Tommy's head, tossing it away. He shouldn't have but when Evan's hands reappeared at his waist, pushing at the loosened waistband, he let him continue to undress him. Evan's hands were wicked and talented as he slipped his fingers underneath the elastic of Tommy's briefs and massaged Tommy's hips and thighs.
"Evan," he murmured and Evan looked up.
"Turn around and bend over the desk, Tommy."
How could he say no to that?
He turned and leaned over the desk, setting his hands on the solid wood below to keep him still. The wood was cool and smooth, grounding him for a moment, before Evan slipped his briefs down from his hips and let them fall to the ground. He tensed, and Evan's hand paused as his calves.
"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?"
"No, no, I'm good," he said. "I just — I don't think I've ever been naked in public like this before. And it's a little cold."
"Don't worry, it'll warm up," Evan said softly. "Let's get these off you."
He was careful as he took Tommy's shoes off one at a time, and then his socks, before his jeans and briefs followed, and then he was well and truly naked in Evan's office. He let out a steadying breath, while Evan massaged his calves and then his thighs with almost reverent touches.
"This is going to make me sound like a slut, but I've had plenty of guys in my bed, and yet none of them are built like you, Tommy. You're so sturdy, like the tree I used to climb in my front yard that would drive my mom insane when I'd fall out of it, but the view I'd get of the neighborhood was so worth it."
He moved his hands up slowly to Tommy's ass, kneading and massaging as he went, pausing as he spread Tommy's cheeks.
"I love a hairy man, too," Evan said, and Tommy felt himself grow hot all over. Some of his exes complained that Tommy had chest hair that he didn't shave, and even though he kept himself clean and the forest of pubic hair as neatly trimmed as he could, it wasn't enough for them. Evan, though, rubbed his thumbs through the thick hair on his thighs and hummed happily. "I love women, don't get me wrong, and I will never fault a woman for having body hair, because it's her body and if she doesn't want to shave, I'm not going to ask her to. The point I'm trying to make is that it's just different when you're with a masculine man, y'know?"
"Yeah," Tommy agreed. That's why he was so drawn to Evan, with broad shoulders and a solid jaw, as tall as he was and almost as wide, a man he could see himself working alongside at the 118, riding into dangerous fires and saving the day. He wondered what Evan did to keep up the bulk of muscle around his shoulders. "Fuck, yeah, I get it. I've got a type. Every guy I've dated, they've been bodybuilders and gym rats, masc guys."
"Mmm, sorry to break your pattern," Evan teased.
He stood up and brushed the denim of his jeans against the back of Tommy's thighs, drawing a groan from him. He loved the friction of it, and the solid force of Evan's thighs against his bare skin.
"Do you have any allergies?" Evan asked.
"Huh?"
"Latex, or silicone, anything like that?"
"Only allergy I have is to shellfish."
"Oh, fuck yeah, me too," Evan said. "Sucks because oysters look really fucking good sometimes."
"I really want to go to one of those sushi restaurants with the conveyors belts, but I'd rather not go into anaphylaxis because of a wayward shrimp, y'know," Tommy replied, and Evan laughed. It was such a good laugh, one that he could stand to hear over and over.
"You're so fucking cute, Tommy," Evan breathed. "Okay, take a breath and relax, can you do that for me?"
"Yeah," Tommy agreed, and tried to get his body to play along. He was incredibly interested, but at the same time he was scared because this was something so new to him that he couldn't help the tension in his muscles.
"Do you need some help with that, sweetheart?" Evan teased gently and his hands touched Tommy's lower back, just a brush before settling at the curve of his ass. "Bit nervous?"
"Little bit, but I rarely get to be in this position with someone else. Most guys want me, or expect me, to top them, and I can, but I prefer it like this, so I'm trying to, to relax into it again."
"Because you're big and strong and a firefighter? I hate those stereotypes. They clearly don't understand how hot it is to have a big, strong, tough masculine man underneath you, absolutely putty because you're treating him well. You deserve better than them, someone rubbing your hips as he eats you out, and telling you you're such a good boy for the way you take the toys and let me play with you."
Tommy couldn't help himself when he let out a sound like a whimper, both his hands set on the desk so he couldn't muffle the sound if he tried. He marveled at how wonderfully intuitive Evan was already to the things that make him tick. If Evan found the last latch on Tommy's sanity, he was simply done for.
"I'll go slow and let you ease back into it. Start with just reminding you what the cool touch of lube it like between your cheeks, right against your neglected hot hole, massaging it around and teasing it in."
Tommy trembled at that and nodded enthusiastically before he said, "yeah. Yes, please."
"So polite," Evan said. "Hope you don't mind the dirty talk, gorgeous. Part of the fun for me."
"Keep talking," Tommy said.
"You like hearing me talk about how good you're going to feel when I push your very first toy into you, all warmed up and ready for you, and as I take you through each setting until we know exactly what works for you, learning every little sensitive spot inside of you and how you like to be touched." While he spoke, Evan ran his fingers down between Tommy's cheeks and then he spread them with a hand pressed to one. The air against his sensitive skin was a surprise but he forced himself to be still as Evan moved to get lube from the bottle on the desk.
"Has it been a while since you've been opened up?" Evan asked.
"No, I, I did it myself, uhm, with my fingers a, a day or two ago, when I was off for the night."
"Mm, love that," Evan cooed and pressed his fingertip, now slicked with the chilled shock of lube, and Tommy startled a little. "Sorry, must feel really cold with how smoking hot you are."
"Is that, is that supposed to be a joke?" Tommy asked, looking over his shoulder at Evan who looked pleased with himself as he rubbed the lube against Tommy's skin. "You always this much of a little shit?"
"Yeah, well, I am a brat. I can admit that. Why, do you want to give me a reason to behave?"
"Not really in a position to help you out there, kid," Tommy said, looking down at himself, bent over the desk with his hands currently curled against the desk's wooden top.
"You know, you don't have to be submissive just because you're on the bottom. If you wanted to, you could still bring me to heel, tell me what you want me to do, order me around, be my Daddy, all that."
Tommy's breath caught in his throat as the last latch was flicked open with such ease, and he had to force his body not to melt, not to react as violently as he wanted to. Still, he must've telegraphed it to Evan, given the sharp inhale he got in return.
"Oh, is it like that, Daddy? You want me to call you Daddy while I open you up and play with your prostate, make you feel so fucking good."
"Evan," he murmured, unable to say anything else, and Evan's wicked fingers disappeared from against his hole. He opened his mouth to protest when they were quickly replaced with the soft tip of the vibrator. It, too, was coated with a thin layer of cool lube, but Tommy couldn't focus on that when his body was ablaze with Evan calling him Daddy and talking to him like he mattered, as if the way his pleasure played out was something important to him. "Fuck."
"Oh, I know, Daddy," Evan agreed, teasing the slender tip of the toy against Tommy's hole. Then, without warning, it burst to life with steady vibrations right there, gentle and pleasant humming that nearly matched the frequency of Tommy's desperation.
"Oh," he breathed, unable to raise his voice any louder than a gasp of air, entirely focused on the sensation, brand new and perfect, that Evan was introducing him to.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "Keep going."
Evan obliged, pressing the toy into him with more pressure before rocking it back and forth, letting the tip sink in and stretch him out around it. The pleasant vibrations worked him open without even trying and he let out a pleased, if surprised moan, his head dropping towards his chest.
"Sound so beautiful, Daddy, so turned on just for me."
He couldn't believe how easily Evan fit the role and took to calling him Daddy when they barely knew each other. They were practically made for each other, and if Tommy weren't falling to pieces from the vibrator being worked expertly into him, he might be freaked out by that thought. He couldn't care about anything, though, not when the head of the toy pushed past his rim and was inside of him. He'd never felt anything quite like it, and he couldn't describe it at all. He felt as if he were going insane, and noises slipped from his mouth without his permission so fluidly.
He wasn't typically noisy, but then he'd never had anything like this happen before, all the men who had agreed to top him fingering him open sloppily before shoving their dicks inside him without much finesse. This was all finesse, the way Evan stroked the vibrator back and forth around his entrance as he tried to suck it inside of himself, hungry for more.
"Are you going to use your words?" Evan teased, but there was a lilt of delight in his voice rather than derision, and Tommy thought he could die holding onto this table.
"Deeper, baby. Give it to me," Tommy forced out the words.
"Like this?"
Evan slid the length of the toy deeper into Tommy, but not all the way, just enough that when he tilted it, the tip brushed so, so gently against his prostate, the vibrations feeling as if someone had shocked him, and he let out an unbridled shout. He lifted one of his hands from the desk to shove his fist into his mouth to keep his sounds muffled.
"No, hey, stop that," Evan said, reaching forward to swat at Tommy's hand. He pushed Tommy's hand out of his mouth, and he leaned forward so Tommy could see him and his honest blue eyes. "You can be loud, Tommy. No shame in here. Let every sound out, so I know exactly how good you feel. I can't make this good for you if I don't know what is good."
"It's good," Tommy assured him but his voice trembled and he whined a little before he managed to add, "so good, Evan. Don't stop."
"I won't stop, don't worry about that," Evan purred at him, and let the vibrator bob against Tommy's prostate again. Tommy's mouth fell open even more, and he let out a low moan like a cow's baleful moo, and wanted to feel embarrassed except for the way Evan praised him right after. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Let it out, Daddy. Let it all go."
He wanted to face plant into Evan's chest, or collapse against the desk, but they'd barely gotten started. He couldn't go boneless and limp yet, although his cock would be the only thing staying alert, hanging hard and proud, unflagging in the air even as he remained untouched.
Evan switched the vibe to a steady drumming and if Tommy weren't already shaking all over, that would've done it. He let out a soft cry, and Evan shifted the toy minutely, changing his grip on its base just enough the tip went from kissing Tommy's prostate to body-slamming it. It was too much and not enough, the tapping just delicate enough that it couldn't send Tommy over the edge but he swore under his breath.
"You're doing so good, sweetheart, taking it so well, even while you're trembling already."
Tommy nodded, trying to keep his own mouth from forming the most useless, shapeless babbles, but he couldn't stop it. It slipped out and Evan chuckled softly, twisting the toy inside of him again. A different part of the tip settled against his prostate in a new, startling way.
"Oh, fuck, Evan," Tommy breathed. He lifted his chin from his chest, just enough to look over his shoulder at Evan, who stood so still and so beautiful behind him. "More, baby. Please. Please, gimme."
"Like this?"
He pressed a button on the side of the toy and the pattern of the vibrations changed again, a gentle crescendo from something gentle to something sharp. It jarred him out of his near haze, and he shook his head.
"No, not — not that one. Doesn't —"
"That's okay," Evan agreed. "Not every single pattern will be a winner. You're gonna have preferences. I like this one, but I've had girlfriends who were frustrated by it. Always said it wasn't enough to get them off. Let's try this one instead."
He hit the button again, and Tommy dropped his head back down as the mix of crescendoing taps against his prostate rocked him, and he let out a long moan underneath his breath. It seemed to drum the pattern out throughout his entire being, and he closed his eyes.
"I'm not gonna last, Evan," he managed. "It's — I'm — please."
"Two more to go, okay? Can you hold on for me? The next one, and then I'm going to try turning up the speed on the single vibration, can you do that?"
Tommy wanted to sob, facing the continuing assault on his prostate without being able to freely come as he pleased, but he nodded and groaned, "yeah, I can do that."
"I know you can, because you're good at following my orders, aren't you? You're so good for me, Daddy, behaving so well." He switched the pattern again, and this was the rhythmic drumming that paused, and then started up, steady at the same pressure but stalling, and it felt nice, could probably get him off if he let it, but Tommy wanted more than this toy. They were only using toys that afternoon, of course, but he wanted the one that stuffed him full. He wanted to feel the way Evan worked the dildo into him, and then fucked it hard into his hole, until Tommy felt properly used.
"How's that feel, Daddy? Do you like this one?"
"It's — it's good," Tommy replied. "I want — I want, please."
"Tell me what you want, you have to tell me with your big boy words. So, tell me what it is that you want instead."
Tommy tilted his head to the side and let the vibrations work through him, nearly blinding him for a moment as it slammed right into his prostate over and over. He should form words, any words, to obey Evan, to listen to him and give him an answer, but he grunted out a sound instead.
Evan pulled the toy back and let him breathe, the vibrations finally eased from his mind, and Tommy let out a soft gasp of relief as thanks.
"Fuck, I want the dildo," he managed to say. "I want to be stretched on it."
"Oh, yeah? Will that feel good, do you think? All filled up?"
"Yeah, it will. Please," Tommy said, and he felt so wild, but he wanted to feel wild and unhinged for a change. "That's what I want. I want you to stuff me full of it."
"All you have to do is hold on for one more round, okay? Hold on and let me show you how good this can feel. I promise, it's worth it."
"Okay, I believe you, I can hold on. Make me feel incredible, baby."
"Yes, Daddy," Evan said, and he switched the toy to the low steady vibration they'd started with, and worked it back and forth out of Tommy. He sighed for a moment, rubbing his thumb into Tommy's cheek, just watching Tommy's broad back and waist in front of him to enjoy himself. Then he turned the speed of the vibrations up nearly to max, and Tommy let out a small sound like a yelp. "Too much?"
"No, it feels good," he muttered. "It's good, it just startled me. Keep going."
"Good Daddy."
He walked it deeper inside of Tommy until it brushed Tommy's prostate again, just a brush, a kiss of silicone against his sensitive bundle of nerves, and Tommy let out that long, low bay of a moan. He couldn't keep it inside no matter what he did, and he was just going to have to accept that.
"Fuck, that sounds so good," Evan praised. "Can you take a little bit more?"
"Yeah," Tommy gasped out. "Yeah, please."
"Okay, here we go," Evan said, and with two more clicks, the vibrator was nearly blaring against his prostate until Tommy was cross-eyed and panting, his elbows buckling so he fell against the desktop with a soft thud. Evan pulled the vibrator back and hummed. "Good to know. That'll get you off immediately, wouldn't it?"
He nodded, and pressed his face into his arm, his muscles trembling all over as he rested there for a minute. Evan turned off the toy entirely, and Tommy felt a void in his whole body, especially as the toy was slipped free from his hole. He was empty again.
It took him a moment to realize that the sad, mournful sound in the room was his own moan as he tried to clench down on nothing.
"Easy," Evan breathed, rubbing his hand along Tommy's spine. "You're alright. I'm getting the other toy lubed up right now. You won't be empty for long, I promise."
Tommy pushed himself back up and blushed at how fucking pathetic he felt for a minute before he felt Evan's hand around his hip.
"Do you want me to do the work with this toy, or do you want to ride it while I watch?" Evan asked, voice low and seductive right in his ear. He could listen to that voice forever.
"I — I want you to watch," Tommy said, "let me ride it for you."
"You wanna show off for me?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Mmm, yeah, you do. Alright, climb up on the desk for me, Daddy." Tommy glanced at the desk, and Evan squeezed his ass. "It's sturdy, trust me. My best friend and I both stood on it to try and get something off the ceiling. You're safe to put your weight on it."
"Okay."
He climbed up onto the desk and it was a solid wood design that didn't so much as creak at Tommy's weight, which was impressive enough, but the wood was cool and smooth as he got up onto his knees.
Evan reached out and stuck the dildo to the wood with the suction cup at the base, and then released it. It bobbled in between them, glistening with the lube he'd applied, and seemed to almost be looking at Tommy with a dare. It had been such a long time since he'd taken anything this large and he'd decided to just go for it, because he did want to show off. He wanted to prove to Evan that, what, he was a size queen despite his inexperience, or that Evan had made the right choice in bringing him back here and playing with him?
"You look so good up there," Evan said easily, and that praise came so easily from his lips. Tommy moved so the dildo was settled between his legs, and held it in place as he guided it to his hole, then started to sink. The stretch was familiar in the way he could still navigate the streets of his home town, an old friend that he hadn't seen in forever but someone he could fall in step beside as if they walked along the same road every day. The toy opened him up without care, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling fully, just him and his body on the desk, unmarred by vision or embarrassment yet.
It took some time to get to the base, but the toy was flexible enough that it never hurt, so he took it in one go, but as he bottomed open, he opened his eyes. Evan had sank into his office chair opposite him, leaned back with his legs spread, and Tommy could finally see the bulge in Evan's black denim jeans, his nipples poking through the mesh of his tank top. He touched one nipple through the fabric as if reminded by Tommy's gaze of its peaked need and smiled at him impishly. "Do you want me to touch myself, too, Daddy?"
"Yes," Tommy said immediately. "Yeah, please, let me see."
Evan left his tank top on, but unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down his hips just enough to pull out his cock. He was leaking already as he drew himself out of the fabric, his hand wrapped around his base so Tommy's eye was drawn up towards the tip. It was flushed a pretty dark pink, the same shade as his lips, and Tommy groaned just looking at it, wanting to sink to his knees in front of Evan and swallow him down to the root and suck him deep into his throat until they were practically one being, so that Tommy could give him just a fraction of the pleasure in return.
"Show me how you fuck yourself, Daddy. Show me how good you are at taking a cock," Evan said, starting slow as he stroked himself, pausing to get a small squirt of lube from the bottle on the desk. Tommy wondered if he needed any at all with the amount of precum leaking from his tip, and mourned the loss of it sliding down his shaft and past his balls, unlapped up and slipped free. Tommy was frozen in place for a moment, just watching Evan with his hand on his dick, until Evan squeezed his tip and a small shot of precum blurted out. He rocked his hips unintentionally, imagining it was Evan taking up the space inside of him, holding him open, warm, thick, and rigid keeping his hole stuffed full.
"Fuck," he whimpered. "Evan."
"You're so fucking pretty up there, Tommy. Look at you, I can't believe you came back, and I get to watch you ride a cock like your life depends on it. Big strong firefighter, saves lives every day, probably has men and women falling all over themselves for your attention, and I'm lucky enough to have you knelt in front of me fucking yourself on one of my toys, moaning my name."
Tommy rolled his hips so the dildo pushed into his prostate and he let out a gasp, head falling back as he steadied himself, hands on his thighs so he didn't fall over. He let himself tip back, though, showing off the long line of his neck leading down his chest and belly to his cock and right down to where his legs bracketed the toy standing up against the desk. Evan was right, the suction cup was strong and didn't move an inch as Tommy rose and fell along the dildo's length.
Evan let out a broken, warbling moan and when Tommy peeked at him, he found that he was staring between Tommy's legs at the toy disappearing into him while he stripped his own cock roughly.
"Wish this were you, baby?" Tommy teased with his own broken moan, the drag of the toy's head and ridges along his sensitive walls taking him by surprise.
"Yeah, I do, I want you straddled on my lap, taking my dick just like that," Evan replied, matching the way he stroked himself to how Tommy was fucking down onto the dildo's length. "You'd feel so good around me, wouldn't you? So tight, so hot, so fucking perfect for me, taking me without complaint because you like to be filled to the brim, even without real prep."
He loved Evan's dirty talk, and he wanted to wrap his words and the way his voice went low up around his brain until it was seared there. He wanted to brand himself with Evan's desire, and let himself be whatever Evan wanted, because it was want he wanted, too.
"Mmm, next time, baby. Daddy's busy," Tommy teased, and Evan laughed out a choked moan.
"And people say I'm a brat," Evan retorted.
"You are a brat," Tommy said, shifting his hips on the next thrust down and let the dildo's head, perfectly ridged to press deliciously into his prostate. Whatever Evan replied was lost to him, overwhelmed by the white noise of his own blood rushing south. "Fuck."
"You're almost there, aren't you? So fucking close?" Evan asked, and when Tommy could see straight, he realized that he was hearing two wet sounds, his own unsteady rocking on the silicone cock inside of him and another nearly matching his rhythm. He looked up, and found that Evan had replaced his hand with a tube of silicone, and he was stroking it back and forth over his length, letting his tip peek out as he slid to the bottom, too long for the toy's length to fully engulf him, but it made pleasant slurping noises as he followed Tommy's hip movements.
"You're gonna kill me, kid," Tommy breathed, dropping a hand down onto the desktop to ground himself as he watched Evan's cock fuck in and out of the slick hole.
"Like what you see, Daddy?" Evan asked, but he, too, was breathless and clearly stuttering close to his own orgasm. "Interested in playing with it?"
"Come closer, I'll show you how much I like it," he said, and Evan chuckled, leaning further back in the chair, which showed off more of his chest and belly, his hips scooting towards Tommy minutely.
"Thought you were busy, Daddy."
"I've got a spare hand," Tommy answered, and it took a moment for Evan to get it but then the meaning brightened in his eyes and he scrambled out of the chair, close enough that Tommy could reach out and touch him. He lifted his hand from the desk and touched Evan's belly first, through his mesh tank to his hot skin, before he took hold of the toy, the silicone warm from Evan's body heat. He tested out the glide of the toy along Evan's length, and listened as Evan's breath stuttered from his chest. "You need a bigger toy, baby, this one's not long enough for you."
"Yeah," Evan agreed. "Definitely. Whatever you say, Daddy."
Tommy started to move himself on his own toy as he stroked the silicone in time with his hips, keeping his eyes on Evan's face as his expression fell into pure pleasure. He adjusted his grip around the toy to better stroke it over Evan's cock, watching every twitch of his features as he moved them together.
"You feel so good, Evan," Tommy murmured as he felt himself starting to edge closer and closer to oblivion. He wanted to feel Evan's release, his control giving way to something so much better, so much sweeter. "Feels perfect inside of me, doesn't it, baby?"
Evan groaned and tipped forward into Tommy's chest, and pressed his face into the space below his sternum, right above his belly. Tommy wanted to moan just at the touch, but kept it to himself, instead lifting his hand to curl around the back of Evan's neck, grounding him in the moment, in the fantasy they'd built together.
"Where's all that beautiful dirty talk, sweetheart?" Tommy asked, his voice breaking as he sped up his hips and his hand, meeting the jack-rabbit thrusts Evan was giving into the stroker Tommy had in his hand. "Fucking me feels so good that it stole your voice?"
"Ah, Daddy," Evan whimpered. Even though this was supposed to be about Tommy trying out the toys, he couldn't say he minded that Evan had joined in. In fact, getting to play with Evan and his pleasure at the same time was far more fascinating to him than just his own orgasm. He squeezed the back of Evan's neck and carded his fingers through short hair, wondering what it'd be like if he grew his hair out. Maybe he'd have silky strands to let Tommy glide his fingers through, or maybe he'd have curls that Tommy could grab onto. "Wanna come, please."
"You can come," Tommy said. "You never have to wait, sweetheart. You can come whenever you want."
Evan tipped his head up and their gazes caught, and not for the first time, Tommy noticed just how blue Evan's eyes were, startling clear blue, with an earnest kindness behind the color. The port wine stained on either of his eyebrow drew Tommy's attention, and he drew his hand around from his hair to brush his thumb against it, and he watched as tears gathered beautifully against the blue of Evan's irises.
"So fucking beautiful, Evan," Tommy breathed, and twisted his hand as he jolted his hips just right, losing his breath. Whatever this was had morphed and grown from what they'd started with, and he much preferred this, and Tommy leaned in to press his mouth against Evan's forehead, inhaling the sweat and musk from his skin, letting out a pleased sound in the back of his throat as Evan entered every one of his senses.
Evan came first, grabbing onto Tommy at the waist and one hand curling possessively around his forearm as he continued to stroke the lubed silicone hole around his length. He was a sight, something straight out of a pornography, but one shot by a master director, the lighting just right to catch the sheen of sweat along his lips formed into a perfect O as he let out the world's most adorable sob, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, freckles standing out against his golden skin. Tommy glanced down to watch his cock, directing the nearly spray of cum onto his own belly as much as he could at their angle, wanting to feel it warm and fresh against his skin, gliding the silicone back and forth in quick strokes over his flushed, sensitive tip until he seemed spent.
"Good boy," Tommy praised, slowing his hand and making his movements languid, milking whatever was left out of Evan gently, until Evan collapsed into him entirely. He released the toy to hold Evan against his chest, letting the heat of his body seep into Evan, hoping to soak up every single last inch of his presence while he could. He ground his cock into Evan's belly, and Evan made an interested sound somehow, even as he was nearly boneless against Tommy, all dead weight and satisfied breaths. "I'm gonna think about you crying out for me every time I play with one of your toys, baby."
"Please," Evan groaned, rubbing his face into Tommy's chest. "Are you gonna come for me, too, Daddy?"
"Mmmhm, I'm so close," he replied. Evan crowded closer somehow, letting the friction on Tommy's cock grow as he rolled his hips, grinding against the silicone cock inside of him, pressed so perfectly against his prostate, his hole starting to ache with being held open by its size for so long. Evan rocked back into Tommy in return, adding to the sensations along his cock. It was the most delicious feeling, and Tommy breathed out a sigh into Evan's forehead.
"You can come, too, Tommy," Evan muttered, and he nipped at Tommy's chin. "Please."
There was just something so simple and so sweet in the quiet please spoken between them that had Tommy losing his last grip on reality, and his orgasm slipped in before he knew it. It had been a long time since he'd been knocked senseless by an orgasm, but held against Evan, stuffed absolutely to the brim with a rigid cock relentlessly pressing right into his most sensitive spots, already unable to quite believe he'd gotten here somehow, feeling his cock press into both Evan's frame and his own where Evan had come like a fire hose, it all just added up to Tommy whiting out, his vision going blurry and his ears filled with static. He could've cried, he was sure, or he yelled — he couldn't be sure — but he didn't care. He was somewhere else, holding onto a body that was as familiar to him as his own, his soul finally finding the long-lost piece of him and welcoming it home after its long journey back, and he was happy.
God, he was happy. He was blissfully, and incredibly, wonderfully, ecstatically, almost feverishly happy.
As he came back to himself, he let out a laugh, and tipped Evan's chin up with two fingers underneath his chin, and let himself kiss the man. Evan let out a new sound, quiet and surprised but pleased nonetheless, and he brought his hand up to rest on Tommy's shoulder just for it to fall to his waist, holding him in place as if he weren't still filled with a toy suctioned to the desk.
"Should've done that earlier," he admitted, "but — was that okay?"
"Fuck, yeah. Yeah, that was so good. Thank you."
"You're cute," Tommy praised. "Uhm, hold on. I have to get off this thing."
Evan held out his hand, and like a gentleman, helped Tommy as he rose up on his knees until the dildo slipped free with a wet slurp. It should've been gross, but they were long past that, he was pretty sure. Instead, Evan helped him off the desk.
"Turn around," he murmured.
"Eh?" Tommy asked.
"You have one more toy, remember? This one you have to take home with you and tell me how well it kept you open."
Tommy turned his back to Evan and leaned over the desk just enough to let Evan take the plug, which he'd completely forgotten about, and press it into him. He'd covered it in the lightest layer of lube just in case, and it slipped in easily, thanks to Tommy's fucked out, puffy hole being just as greedy as ever. Evan rubbed his thumb over the heart shaped base and hummed.
"Looks good on you."
"You think?"
"Mmhm, something about you being held open so I could just pop out the toy and take you whenever you tell me to, it's — it's a good thought, that's all."
Tommy turned back and pulled Evan back into another kiss, longer, sloppier, full of ideas and promise of what could come.
"It's a really good thought, maybe one we could test out after I take you out for dinner tonight."
Evan tilted his head and smiled, big and earnest, as he said, "I think that that is the best offer I've gotten all day."
Tommy leaned his forehead into Evan's and let himself exist in Evan's space for a long moment, unhurried and unbothered that there was cum drying on his skin, sticking the mesh of Evan's tank top to him, or that his body ached, or that he was technically exhausted in every possible way. When he'd pulled into the parking lot, he hadn't known why he was there, but he was so, so glad he'd followed whatever urge — horniness or fate — that had said to head here instead of back to his empty, lonely home.
"Which one was your favorite?" Evan asked, clearly unable to let the silence sit.
"Mm, if I had to choose," Tommy said thoughtfully, taking Evan's hand where it rested on his waist and threading their fingers together, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles, "I think my favorite of everything I got to play with today was you."