it's raining cats and dogs where I live so what better thing to do than finally share another snippet of my reflection is an empty canvas. we're officially 3k words in! and it's still not being edited sooo that's fun.
np 🏷️: @corporatebanana @beefcakekinard @sad-girl-hours23 @angels-all-sin & YOU reading this 🫵🏻
“W-when? How?”
“In the air, he… he was also tired and we thought it was the sedative too but, he threw up blood and then, his heart stopped and Miller she, she did all she could with the compressions but it was too late.” Tommy’s hands curled up in fists, it was his turn to not look at Evan in the eyes. “I think it was internal bleeding, which we should have seen coming too but, the spine was all we were focusing on besides—” His eyes went back to Evan’s. “—besides the phone call.”
“The phone call.” Evan’s chin wobbled, his voice a mere whisper, “I-I shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t. Evan, what you did was…”
So sweet, Tommy thought. He was surprised to say the least, and he knew he shouldn’t have let Evan make the call but, getting to hear Nate and Andy making up made it all worth it. In a way, he should’ve guessed he was going to do something like that.
It was Evan after all.
“You did good, okay? And you know it. They needed that.”
“Yeah, and look where that got them.”
Sometimes Evan said things that left Tommy speechless. From pronouncing his allyinship at his first date with a man, to going off about a century old outlaw cursing him to… to that morning. He always found a way, and from that he had to recover enough to say or do anything, whatever it was.
“Evan, why did you come here?” Though sometimes it went far smoother than this, if Evan’s surprised expression was anything to go by. “I mean, I just didn’t expect it.”
Evan looked down, a nervous smile tugging at his lips, “It’s… I guess I wanted to be the one to tell you about Andy.”
“Oh.”
He kept explaining to Tommy, how he didn’t want for him to find out from anyone else first and how he’d never forgive himself if he let that happen. All Tommy could do was stare at him, dumbfounded.
Neither of them could stand the idea of not telling the other about this.
Evan grabbed his hand and held it to his abdomen. Tommy couldn't feel anything other than Evan's stomach. Maybe Evan could feel something – or thought he could feel something.
”You said you've done this before.”
”I have, but it's you.” He panted for a moment. ”It's you.”
Tommy had no idea what was happening, and he couldn't see Evan's face. Carefully, he moved back, pulling out.
”No! No, no, where're you going?”
Tommy tapped his thigh, ”Turn over.” Evan turned over with such force, the bed shook with it. Tommy took himself in hand and pushed back inside Evan's body. It was instant. Evan relaxed again.
Now that he had the freedom to do so, he wrapped his long legs around Tommy's waist. Tommy leaned over him, pressing their lower bodies to each other. Braced on his arm, Tommy said, ”Talk to me.”
Evan's eyes went a little glassy. ”You're in me.”
Tommy wiggled his hips to demonstrate. ”Yeah.”
Evan wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulders, pulling him the rest of the way down. He kissed him with open eyes. ”You're inside of me,” he said with wonder.
It didn't clear anything up. Tommy had no idea what was happening in Evan's head. It seemed to have very little to do with what they were actually, physically doing.
”Can you go deeper?”
The answer was no, Tommy only had so much dick to work with, but he gave it a try. He grabbed Evan's thighs, pushing them up and back. It wouldn't do anything in terms of depth, but it felt different.
Evan sighed, hands finding his own abdomen again. ”Fuck.” He licked his lips. ”We need to do this all the time.”
There was a whole conga line of teasing jokes in Tommy's head, but he didn't want to cheapen what Evan was experiencing. Whatever it was, it wasn't an experience Tommy had had himself. He placed his hand on top of both of Evan's, pushing down lightly. ”How's it feel?”
Evan beamed at him. ”Feels right,” he said, and grabbed Tommy by the hips. ”Move.”
it's raining cats and dogs where I live so what better thing to do than finally share another snippet of my reflection is an empty canvas. we're officially 3k words in! and it's still not being edited sooo that's fun.
np 🏷️: @corporatebanana @beefcakekinard @sad-girl-hours23 @angels-all-sin & YOU reading this 🫵🏻
“W-when? How?”
“In the air, he… he was also tired and we thought it was the sedative too but, he threw up blood and then, his heart stopped and Miller she, she did all she could with the compressions but it was too late.” Tommy’s hands curled up in fists, it was his turn to not look at Evan in the eyes. “I think it was internal bleeding, which we should have seen coming too but, the spine was all we were focusing on besides—” His eyes went back to Evan’s. “—besides the phone call.”
“The phone call.” Evan’s chin wobbled, his voice a mere whisper, “I-I shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t. Evan, what you did was…”
So sweet, Tommy thought. He was surprised to say the least, and he knew he shouldn’t have let Evan make the call but, getting to hear Nate and Andy making up made it all worth it. In a way, he should’ve guessed he was going to do something like that.
It was Evan after all.
“You did good, okay? And you know it. They needed that.”
“Yeah, and look where that got them.”
Sometimes Evan said things that left Tommy speechless. From pronouncing his allyinship at his first date with a man, to going off about a century old outlaw cursing him to… to that morning. He always found a way, and from that he had to recover enough to say or do anything, whatever it was.
“Evan, why did you come here?” Though sometimes it went far smoother than this, if Evan’s surprised expression was anything to go by. “I mean, I just didn’t expect it.”
Evan looked down, a nervous smile tugging at his lips, “It’s… I guess I wanted to be the one to tell you about Andy.”
“Oh.”
He kept explaining to Tommy, how he didn’t want for him to find out from anyone else first and how he’d never forgive himself if he let that happen. All Tommy could do was stare at him, dumbfounded.
Neither of them could stand the idea of not telling the other about this.
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