crave + bucktommy
“This is starting to become a problem.”
“R-really?” Evan says. He’s aiming for casual but the stutter gives him away. “Seems — ah, fuck — seems fine to me.”
Evan’s turnouts don’t give Tommy a lot of room to manoeuvre, but he’s made do with less. Besides, he knows Evan inside and out — knows he doesn’t need the full range of motion of his wrist to be able to wring every drop of pleasure out of Evan.
He shouldn’t be doing this here, though. Barely hidden away behind the 118’s ladder truck while the rest of the crew are putting out the last of the fire. It was a fire at a warehouse, air support called in to extinguish some stubborn flames on the roof. Once Tommy realized which crew they were assisting, he’d barely dowsed the last of the flames before he was putting the helicopter on the ground. It wasn’t the only him that felt the craving gnawing at his insides — Evan had been right there when he’d hopped out of the bird, his feet barely hitting the pavement before Evan took his hand and dragged him off.
Now, Tommy squeezes his hand around Evan’s cock on the downstroke, revelling in the way Evan’s head bangs against the side of the truck. Evan’s hips jerk in time with Tommy’s strokes, his breath coming in heaving gasps as Tommy pulls him closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna get fired if someone catches us,” Tommy murmurs, then licks a wet stripe up Evan’s neck, chasing the taste of ash and sweat.
Evan’s arms wind around Tommy’s back, hauling him closer. “Eddie’s running interference,” he pants. “Come on, come on, I’m so close.”
Desire burns hot in Tommy’s veins, overriding his better judgement. He speeds up his strokes, jamming a thigh between Evan’s legs, giving him something to grind against. His wrist won’t thank him for it in a few hours but Tommy doesn’t care. The only thing that matters right now is the way Evan’s breath catches, his eyes rolling back as he grinds helplessly against Tommy’s leg; the choked-off moan as Evan comes, making a mess of his turnouts and Tommy’s hand.
And Tommy is addicted all over again.
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