30 days of fluff challenge: day two
"pancakes"
“I think I’m going to regret asking this, but what the hell are you talking about?”
Evan’s cheeks flush as he looks up at Chimney across the table. He and Tommy are seated next to one another, having just come off shift from a structural fire that had all hands on deck.
“I think he really wants to know,” Tommy murmurs into his ear, lapping his tongue out against the shell of it. Evan shudders next to him, and he can barely contain the moan that slips past his lips in the darkness of the bar.
“Seriously, what the hell are you two on about pancakes,” Chimney comments.
Tommy presses his forehead against Evan’s temple, still laughing softly.
“Yo-you really don’t want to know,” Evan stammers, grabbing Tommy’s wrist tightly when his hand slides inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his zipper. He almost chokes on the air as he lifts his beer to his lips, taking a long, measured sip.
“I think he does,” Tommy murmurs into his ear, his own voice full of gravel in the way that Evan knows means he’s in trouble. He turns his head towards his boyfriend, eyes locked on the older man’s lips as Tommy’s thumb brushes over his thigh, just beneath the juncture of his pelvis.
“We are not close enough to either of our homes right now,” he states through gritted teeth. Still, he can’t stop looking at Tommy’s mouth, thinking about the feeling of Tommy’s tongue brushing up against his, the way his mouth tastes after his signature Jack and Coke.
Tommy leans over to his ear again as his fingers tighten on Evan’s leg.
“My truck is in the parking lot.”
Eddie and Hen slide into the space opposite Evan, pressing his legs tighter together and tighter against Tommy, making him grunt softly.
“What’s going on,” Eddie asks, glancing over at Evan and Tommy, then Chimney.
“I feel like we walked up on something,” Hen adds.
“These two are on about something to do with pancakes,” Chimney states, taking a beer from Eddie.
Eddie cringes, raising a hand.
“I don’t want to know. I’ve learned well enough to stop asking about what they’re talking about when they’re by themselves.”
Tommy laughs again, turning his head to take a sip of his own beer.
“I can’t be blamed for the fact that someone likes to kiss and tell,” he states in his deadpan tone.
Eddie narrows his eyes at Tommy across the space between them. “You were the one who mentioned nylon rope.”
“Hey!” “Whoa!” Chimney and Hen both howl. Hen moves visibly away from Eddie towards the other side of the table, putting herself closer to Chimney.
“I told you not to ask,” Evan states gruffly before taking another gulp of his beer.
“Wait what,” Chimney interjects. “How… oh god, I don’t… pancakes refers to sex?”
Evan glances up at Tommy and his boyfriend squeezes his thigh again, directly up against the curve of his crotch. The squeeze makes Evan sigh, having to bite hard on the inside of his lip to keep from moaning.
“This is already way more information than I need,” Eddie states, sliding out of the booth. “Anyone wanna play darts.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Hen replies, standing as well. “Chim, I think you’d do well to join us.” Her eyes are focused, darting back and forth between Evan and Tommy. “I think those two are already on fire.”
Chimney looks up at her, confused, but when he glances back at Evan and Tommy, it seems to dawn on him; the tightness of the lack of space between them. The way Tommy has his hand clasped around Evan’s thigh. They way they seem to be staring at one another like they’re going to have a five-course meal.
He pushes up from the table with his beer still in hand, ready to follow after Eddie and Hen. Still, as he stares at his two friends a beat longer, he can’t help himself.
“Seriously? Pancakes?”
Tommy just laughs at him as he digs into one of his pockets for a his wallet, slaps a twenty on the table. He slides out of the booth a moment later and reaches a hand out for Evan, who takes it and steps out of the booth behind him, pressing his body inconspicuously up against Tommy’s side to hide his erection.
“We’ll see you guys later,” Tommy announces as he glances over his shoulder down at Evan.
Chimney can’t look away from the two of them, even though he feels like he should. Something about the way they’re looking at each other feels like he’s invading a moment. The sexual tension hanging between them is so thick, he feels like anyone in their vicinity could choke on it.
“And don’t call,” he continues, not taking his eyes off of Evan. “At least not before tomorrow afternoon.”
Chimney mutters something at them before he finally stalks away after Hen and Eddie, but Evan doesn’t hear him, eyes locked on Tommy’s mouth.
“Let’s go,” Tommy murmurs as he brushes his lips against the corner of Evan’s mouth.
“Please,” Evan moans. He follows after Tommy as the larger man tugs him through the bar and out of the building towards his truck. They drove separately, but Evan isn’t sure he could focus enough to drive even if he tried.
“Tommy,” he groans, once they’re both settled inside the vehicle. The older man glances over at him with a cheeky smirk as he starts the vehicle.
“Ten minutes, baby,” he replies, shifting the vehicle into gear. Once he’s pulled out of the space, his hand is on Evan’s thigh again, and Evan is all but grinding in his seat, trying to do anything to get a little friction from how turned on he is.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it home,” he whines lowly as he clamps his own hand down over Tommy’s. They’re on the interstate, having just merged on, but Evan is so uncomfortable that he’s struggling to keep his seatbelt on.
Tommy glances over at him again, eyeing him more with concern than judgment. After a beat, he nods his head and then switches lanes for the next exit.
“Where are you going,” Evan asks when Tommy turns towards the exit ramp.
Tommy glances over at him, another smirk on his face.
“I’m a gay man in Los Angeles,” Tommy tells him cheekily. “You think I don’t know the places around this town to get in a quickie?”
Evan stares at him slack-jawed, only momentarily tripping up on the reason for why Tommy would need to find a hidden spot around town to hook up, before his boyfriend has shifted his hand directly over Evan’s erection, squeezing just enough to make him moan.
“Fuck, Tommy.”
Two minutes later, Tommy pulls behind an abandoned warehouse and turns off the truck before looking across the space at him.
“You sure you can’t make it home,” he asks, no judgment in his words.
Evan can’t even form words at that. He makes a guttural noise, staring at Tommy like he’s never had someone care this much. Tommy nods wordlessly, unbuckling his own seat belt.
He shoves the center console up in the truck to form a bench seat and then presses on the lever for Evan’s seatbelt. It slithers across his body, back into the frame of the vehicle, and before Evan can fully grasp what’s happening, Tommy has his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, is pulling him out.
“Well damn, Evan,” he states as Evan leaks over his fingers. “You want my help or you just wanna finish yourself?”
Evan whimpers, opens his mouth to apologize, but Tommy reaches a hand up onto his cheek with that adoring smile that tells him he’s only joking, and then his mouth is on Evan, and it’s all the blonde can do to keep from coming completely undone, grasping at the doorframe, Tommy’s neck, hair as broken moans fall out of his mouth.
It doesn’t take much. Tommy’s barely on him for more than a minute before Evan finishes, bucking up against Tommy into his throat. Still, his boyfriend takes it without complaint, finishes him off before sitting back up a minute later, wiping at the corners of his mouth. Evan is still staring at him then, aghast and wrecked.
“You’re unbelievable,” he rasps, staring at Tommy through his eyelashes.
Tommy chuckles, leaning back over and kissing him softly. Evan moans against him, wraps a hand around the collar of Tommy’s shirt. Tommy pulls back a tick later, nuzzles his nose up against Evan’s.
“Think you can make it home now,” he asks.
Evan nods, flushed warm and happy.
“Great,” Tommy says as he shifts back into his own seat, starts the truck up again. “Because I’d really like to fold you like a pancake again.”
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