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When Tommy got a text while driving to Harbor for his shift, he just chuckled. He didn’t look at it because thinking that Evan just had to text him as soon as possible was better than whatever else could be happening – if someone else is texting or it’s just a whole different notification.

And now, looking at the text in his car before the station…

It is from Evan. But it isn’t anything cute or nice.

Evan Buckley
>sorry can’t on Saturday

Well.

It was fun while it lasted.

A whole drive to work.

Tommy sighs and tells himself to get a grip. It was just a kiss. Probably first one with a male omega for Evan. Tommy should know better than to expect that an alpha like Evan would be interested in him. Thinking how the kiss probably made Evan uncomfortable and that’s why he agreed to the date, left Tommy feeling dirty. And not in a fun way.

He shakes himself off and goes inside for his shift.

With his Saturday free but with a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, Tommy declines Eddie invitation to hang out at his house.

You
>Sorry. I don’t feel like socializing.

Eddie Diaz
>Cmon, man, don’t let me rot alone on the couch with the leg elevated, Chris left me for some friends and Marisol is with her brother

You
>You could always ask the one responsible for your leg to hang out.

Maybe it’s a little petty but it also is a lot of noisy. Depending on Eddie’s answer Tommy would know if Evan dropped Tommy because he made up with Eddie and he realized that it was not Tommy’s attention he wanted or maybe Evan didn’t say anything and wanted to act like nothing happened—

Eddie Diaz
>Please that would be hilarious in his present state

Or maybe something else happened?

Tommy frowns at the text.

You
>Hilarious?

Eddie Diaz
>Alphas in rut can be really protective and Im wondering if Buck would start to kick himself for hurting a familial omega lol

Alphas in rut?

Tommy gulps.

This is… an information. To have. With the background. Of what happened before the rut.

You
>Since when?

Eddie Diaz
>Since always? Lol alphas were always like that

Tommy hits himself on the forehead with his phone at Eddie’s obliviousness. He didn’t want to be so direct but he guesses he needs to be, given how Eddie acts.

You
>Since when is he in rut? He seemed fine on Thursday.

Eddie Diaz
>Since after the game, actually some time after you left me he let the gc know he’s taking the leave

Tommy drops his phone and leaves it on the couch. He stands and goes to the kitchen, opens the fridge and gets the beer out. He doesn’t open it right away, just puts it on the countertop, then braces himself on the table and just grins.

He feels so… giddy.

It’s one thing to think Evan dropped him because he didn’t really like the kiss, he didn’t really enjoy Tommy in his space. It’s a whole another thing to know for sure that after that kiss, after Tommy left, Evan went into rut.

Tommy shudders.

He never had anyone react like that to him.

It’s so flattering.

He grabs the beer and goes back to the couch. He fishes the phone from the cushions and opens the text thread with Eddie again. He wants to know more about Evan and Eddie did mention being a familial to Evan, so maybe the whole 118 family have a rapport about being there for each other in those situations.

You
>And you’re not helping him?

Eddie Diaz
>Nah Buck doesn’t let us, he says his ruts are very sexual and no one wants to see that

Tommy drops his head back with a thump.

He would want to see that.

He would want to witness that.

He would want to be included in that…

He shifts. Thinking about Evan in a rut, in an apparently very sexual rut, makes him very interested. He can feel himself getting wet.

His phone buzzes with another text but Tommy isn’t into texting with Eddie while getting wetter and wetter thinking of Evan.

Evan in a rut.

He was so smitten after that kiss, Tommy rearranged his world view so much, that he went into—

Tommy scoffs. “Impossible,” he mutters to himself.

It all sounds so amazing. It sounds like straight from his fantasy.

And that’s why he can’t trust it.

He grabs his phone, swipes Eddie’s notification away and opens the thread with Evan.

But how can he ask the question he wants to ask?

You
>I hear you canceled on me because you went into rut. Because of me?

He decides to be bold. He has nothing to loose if he’s wrong, on the contrary, he can gain a lot.

Tommy had no idea if Evan even has his phone close during the rut. Tommy had some heats when he just wanted to be stuffed, his phone could be ringing for hours and he wouldn’t notice, too busy with getting his toys inside.

He chuckles and stands up from the couch, deciding to get into the shower so he’ll be able to think about Evan in rut without worrying about dripping his slick everywhere. He probably shouldn’t do that at all but it’s so tempting. And maybe Evan is thinking about him during his rut and it’s so, so hot, that Tommy gets to his bedroom quicker. He gets naked and grabs some lube from the nightstand when his phone buzzes.

Tommy digs it out so fast it almost flies out of his hands.

He unlocks it and opens a photo from Evan, a fucking photo, the alpha sent him a photo to make Tommy crazy. He sits down and forgets about the shower.

It’s not a dick pic. It’s better.

Evan is laying down on the bed and is shown from the waist up. But he is flushed and wet, sweaty from his hair line to the happy trail, and there are other fluids on his happy trail and Tommy can tell they’re fresh. His eyes go up, to tensed abs, to splotchy red chest, where he stops. There are scratches on his pecks, his nipples look puffy, abused, like they were played with and Tommy’s mouth waters. There’s this little pool of sweat in between Evan’s clavicles and Tommy can only imagine the concentrated smell he could taste there if he licked it right off. So close to alpha’s scent gland, it would be delicious.

Then, of course, there’s Evan’s face. First, his mouth, open and wet, lips puffy and bitten. Pink like the birthmark, the color distinguished even more on the redness of his face. His eyes, pupils huge, eyelids lowered, looking straight at the camera. His hair is wet – and also curly, and it makes him look even younger, gives him such an angelic look even when it’s tousled.

He’s smirking but at the same time it looks like he begs for more and it’s a lethal combination for Tommy, who’s so wet he’s leaking. He moans as he sees just a little text that accompanies the photo.

Evan Buckley
>yeah

Tommy wasn’t expecting a photo with a proof. But to be fair he expected it all to be a misunderstanding that looked so good to his brain that it went with it. Too good to be true. But now? Now, this is a reality and Tommy can’t help but marvel at the ballsy move from the alpha.

Tommy has a decision to make. He could ignore it – refuse to play and set the boundaries from the start. Evan would probably feel silly and embarrassed after the haze of the rut would go down but they could move past this. Tommy could also write back some praise… but that wouldn’t be as fun as repaying with a photo of his own. He’s already naked, after all.

He won’t up the ante as much as he could but a nice back shot with his ass visible…

They’re just starting. It’s not like some fun photos and maybe something more is a big declaration. It’s maybe more sexual than Tommy would think dating Evan would be from the beginning, but he won’t lie – it’s hot. Evan going into rut because of Tommy got him all hot and bothered, of course he’s going to go for it. It’s Evan; hottest alpha Tommy has met in a while.

He gets on his bed on his knees and gets down on his chest. It takes him a few minutes until he’s satisfied by the angle. He’s presenting his ass, but the photo is from the head of the bed. Half of his face is visible in the corner and he’s biting his lower lip. He’s arching his back as much as he can, showing off his muscles. His ass cheeks are visible and if Evan would stand behind him he would be able to tell Tommy is open and ready. There’s some thigh showing, also tensed up and bulky.

Tommy wants to look amazing for Evan but also wants him to know, to notice that Tommy is a man. Evan shouldn’t have any doubts about that.

He sends the photo and kneels up, keeping his legs apart and ignoring not only the slick running down his leg, but also the way his cock is filling up. He’s still chewing on his lower lip, squeezing his phone and deciding to wait a few more minutes before he gets his toys out.

Evan doesn’t make him wait long.

Evan Buckley
>fuck
>you look

There’s no new text but Evan is calling him. Tommy takes a deep breath and wants to answer but before he can, Evan hangs up. Confused, Tommy frowns and sits his ass down hard on the bed but then another text comes in.

Evan Buckley
>can I call

Tommy laughs out loud and calls him. His laugh gets stuck in his throat when Evan answers with a breathy groan, “Tommy.”

“Hi, Evan,” he whispers. It’s been a few days and Evan can communicate with others, so the high of his rut must have passed. “So I guess the worst is behind you, hm?”

Evan doesn’t answer him. “Were you already naked when you wrote to me?” he asks, panting, but not as if he’s tired and resting, no; it’s more like he’s in the middle of jerking himself off. It makes Tommy spring back up on his knees. He moves to the head of the bed on his knees to be closer to the nightstand. He dropped the lube on the pillow but if he wants to play with Evan, he’ll need a dildo with a knot from the bottom drawer.

“Not yet,” he answers truthfully. “But I was already wet,” he adds and smirks when Evan moans.

“You can’t just—” Evan sounds like he can’t gather his thoughts but he feels he has to get them out to Tommy. “I-I haven’t stopped thinking about y-you since that kiss and then you, you text, and th-that pic, and you’re wet? That’s, that’s, so soon, we’ve o-only just—”

“It’s okay,” Tommy assures him, reaching out for his drawer. “I’m not mad you thought about me while getting yourself off. You did think about me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Evan confirms. “I did, I am, I can’t stop,” he adds, breathless, and moans. The moan is slightly quieter like he threw his head back.

“It’s okay,” Tommy repeats. “That’s so hot, Evan.” Another groan from the phone. “It’s so hot, an alpha like you going into rut because of a kiss, one kiss, from me. So hot. Makes me think about what would happen if I stayed.”

“Holy shit,” Evan hisses, his voice back to the normal level. “We-we haven’t even been on a-a date, yet.”

Tommy shrugs even though Evan can’t see. “Sometimes you see a big, pretty alpha and want your hole stuffed right away.” He smirks as Evan curses and pants into the phone. “Plowed, really,” he adds and those are definitely the sounds of Evan coming. Tommy hums and waits for a moment before asking, “How big are you, hm?”

Evan chuckles. “I was called Firehose on the apps,” he gasps in response.

Tommy reaches for the dildo on the bigger size. “Great, now I know what toy to use.”

“Tommy,” Evan moans.

“Evan,” Tommy whispers and smirks. “You think I won’t stuff myself full, thinking about you in the rut? That I induced?”

“You could come here and then you wouldn’t have to use the toy,” Evan growls. Maybe he just said it in a hoarse voice but Tommy’s brain and his cunt decided it was a growl. He’s still trying to gather his thoughts and say something that isn’t babbling and pleading, when Evan, wrongfully thinking his silence is bad, starts talking again. “Shit, sorry, that w-was too much, sorry, it’s just, ah, I’m still so fucking hard for you. I-I can’t think. I filled my toys to the brim a-and all I want is, is to see you filled like that, to fill you like that myself, mm, to eat that out of you, to—”

“Evan,” Tommy moans, sitting on his toy, hard, all the way to the knot.

While Evan was talking, Tommy was getting his dildo ready. How could he listen to what this alpha wanted to do to him and stay empty?

“Oh, Tommy,” Evan murmurs and takes a big breath. “You want it too, hm? Me, getting you, like I want?”

“Like I want,” Tommy interrupts. He’s not riding the toy, not yet, just gyrates on it.

“Ah, shit, yeah, that would be s-so hot,” Evan agrees. “But I bet I-I could make you feel be-better.”

“Oh, Evan, I don’t doubt that,” Tommy chuckles. He puts his phone on speaker. “Do you wanna see? Do you want to see what I’m using and prove to me you’ll do better?”

“Yes,” Evan hisses. “Please, Tommy, please show me.”

It wasn’t a plan for this Saturday, even when Tommy still thought he was going to spend it with Evan. It hasn’t even manifested in his head before Evan canceled the date.

And look at him now.

Kneeling on the bed with the head of a dildo still inside him, trying to get the picture of his stretched, wet cunt, with his hard cock still perfectly visible.

He sends the photo and keeps his phone down while sliding on the toy. He wonders if Evan moves the phone away to look at the pic or keeps it next to his ear to hear everything.

“Tommy, oh my god,” Evan breathes. He sounds slightly different so he had to put Tommy on speaker, too. “Tommy, please.”

Tommy chuckles again. “I’m not even there and you’re already begging?” he teases.

“Tommy, you could have, could have me on my knees, right this moment,” Evan replies.

The thought of Evan kneeling before him, maybe even blowing him while Tommy is riding this toy, makes Tommy moan and grind onto the knot. Those pink lips wrapped around him, those eyes looking up at him, chest heaving, thighs tensing, cock hard and leaking—

Speaking of leaking cocks—

“I showed you mine,” Tommy gasps. “Show me yours.”

The picture comes almost right away. Tommy would like to say he notices he way Evan framed it, his pubic hair nicely trimmed, his big palm squeezing his thigh, but he couldn’t move his eyes from the absolute monster Evan packs in his pants. It’s not only fat and curved, no, it’s also wet and flushed, the come is sliding down from the slit, the knot is fully visible.

It makes Tommy want to do something stupid, like come over and sit on it.

“You would make me feel a lot better,” he confirms to Evan. “You’re bigger than what I’m using right now.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Evan murmurs. “You could be using me right now.”

Tommy chuckles. “Tempting,” he breathes. “So very, very tempting. You have no idea how much.”

“Tommy.”

He’s panting again, probably jerking off, and Tommy would like to hear it better to match his own thrusts with him but for now he’s content with matching Evan’s breathing – gasping, really.

“I know, Evan, I know,” he coos. “You’d fill me so well, yeah? You’d be so good to me. Fill me up and eat me out after.”

“Yeah, yeah, I-I would,” Evan confirms. “I-I’d like to, also, I’d like to, to blow you,” he adds and chuckles when Tommy moans. “You’d show m-me, yeah? Tell me how to do it? Teach me?”

“Probably not on the same day,” Tommy jokes. But he’s also thinking about how it would feel to get fucked by Evan, then be eaten by him, and then Evan giving him head? Tommy would absolutely—

“Why not? You could, ah, you could come whenever, however m-many times you want, or, o-or not at all, I could tease and stop you, and y-you wouldn’t come, not until you come down my th-throat.”

—absolutely be into that, holy shit. Tommy sits on the toy, hard, trying to get the knot inside, and he starts jerking himself off.

“You know how to paint a pretty picture, Evan,” Tommy sighs. “I’d like that, like that a lot.”

They pant to the phones for a little while, not talking, just listening to the other touching himself. Tommy is getting close, imagining everything Evan could do to him, everything he would do if Tommy showed up—

“You know,” Evan interrupts his thoughts, “there’s something e-else I’d do if I had you here.”

“Mm?”

“I’d want to kiss you.”

There’s such an adoration in his voice, like it’s a dream of Evan’s, like the most important thing for him right now isn’t getting his dick wet, isn’t plugging Tommy with his knot, no; it’s kissing him. Not even full on frenching, just a little innocent kiss.

Tommy would like that.

He would like that so much that he comes thinking about it.

“Tommy,” he hears Evan moan and he probably groans Evan’s name himself. He squirts and shoots out of his dick, having that delicious double orgasm, hearing Evan pant and moan in his ear, and for now it’s enough. He thinks if he tastes the real thing it would never be enough again but for now he feels… great.

“Mm, Evan, so good for me,” Tommy praises him and sighs.

“Good?” Evan asks anyway.

“Yeah, very good,” Tommy confirms, smiling, hoping Evan can hear his enjoyment in his voice. “Wish you could clean the mess.”

“Oh, me too,” Evan laughs. “Both of us.”

“Fantastic idea.” Trying to fit that cock in his mouth would be a challenge Tommy can’t wait to pursue. “Let’s keep that in mind. When are you free?”

Evan chuckles. “I’m still… I can still feel the need to come over and have my way with you.”

“Hmm, it’s a good thing you don’t know where I live.”

“Yet.”

“Yeah.”

“Y-you do know that’s… not the only thing holding me back, yeah?” And this time Evan’s voice doesn’t have that playful tone.

Tommy smiles to himself. “I know, Evan, don’t worry.” He lifts up and finally slides the toy out. He chuckles at Evan low groan at that; he must have heard the wet slurp. “Who knows, maybe next time I’ll give you something nice with my smell on it.”

“Tommy, you know I’m not thinking of your shirts right now.”

“No?” Tommy is smiling so hard it hurts. “What would you like instead?”

Evan takes a deep breath. “The underwear you got wet before you wrote to me. You know this.”

Tommy does know. He would like Evan’s hoodie more but he knows a rut is different than heat. Keeping in mind what Eddie said about how sexual Evan’s ruts are, he would probably like the tissue Tommy gets to clean his come from his stomach more than his shirt.

“Maybe next time,” Tommy teases. “For now, let me know when you’re done. I really want to go on that date with you.”

“Still?”

“Yeah, Evan, still.”

He can’t see Evan’s smile but he knows it’s there.

“Great. R-really, ah, great.”

Tommy chuckles at that stutter. It could only mean that Evan is back to touching himself. Of course the alpha is still going strong.

“I’m gonna let you get back to it with a little treat, okay?”

“Thank you,” Evan gasps. “How little?”

“You’ll see,” Tommy teases. “Bye, Evan.”

“Mm, bye, Tommy.”

Tommy waits for a moment, smiling like a fool at the ceiling, listening to Evan’s hard breathing before hanging up. He could spend another hour just lounging on the bed and reminiscence that phone call or he could get something to prop his phone so he can take a nice pic of his fucked out cunt to send to Evan to get him through the rest of his rut.

It’s a no-brainer which activity he will choose. He did promise Evan a little treat.