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When Evan tentatively raises them moving in together over dinner one evening, at the same restaurant from their failed first date no less, Tommy isn’t surprised at all. He’s known they were heading in this direction for a while now. For almost a year they’ve barely spent an evening apart unless they were on shift (or in Evan’s case, in the hospital). So it was inevitable that the topic was going to come up, Evan had just beaten him to the punch and asked first. 

They find the house while viewing a spate of rentals in North Hollywood. Tommy’s just turned down the wrong street, much to the consternation of the map app, and while he’s trying to find a good place to swing a u-turn, Evan taps him on the shoulder and points to a house up the street where a realtor is busy hammering a ‘For Sale’ sign into the front yard. According to the agent the house had been recently renovated but the owners’ marriage hadn’t survived the work so it needed to be sold quickly as part of the divorce settlement.

The house is a quaint little two bedroom bungalow, situated a reasonably equal distance between their respective fire stations, on a quiet, tree lined street. It has a bright blue front door, dark stained wood floors, and a miniature orange grove in the backyard. It’s small, but open and airy with light walls and big windows and the look on Evan’s face as they walk through the property with the agent is all the confirmation Tommy needs to know that this is their new home.

Six weeks later they’re hiring a moving truck and roping the 118 into helping them pack.

Once all their friends have left, sufficiently plied with Thai food and their eternal gratitude, Evan flops back-first onto the couch beside him, and Tommy watches as Evan wriggles, like an overgrown puppy, until he lays his head in Tommy"s lap and smiles tiredly up at him. His hair is a mess and he’s got a smudge of…something across his forehead and Tommy’s heart fills with a warm fondness for his boy, he smiles his own tired smile back at Evan and cards his fingers through Evan’s hair.

“You all finished?”

“Yeah,” Evan sighs and settles more comfortably against Tommy’s thigh, “All the cabinets are done, the pantry’s done but we might have to look at a storage solution though, I might look online. Why do we have so much stuff?”

Tommy chuckles lightly and uses his thumb to wipe at Evan’s forehead, the smudge comes away easily, he thinks it might be cinnamon. “Because that’s how moving in together works, you end up with doubles of almost everything.”

“It’s a good thing we’ve got all that garage space then.” Evan mumbles and rolls to his side, he slides a hand under Tommy’s thigh and closes his eyes as Tommy scratches his short nails over Evan’s scalp. “Mm, that’s nice.” 

“Ready for bed, baby?”

“Not yet,” Evan says, rousing himself. He sits up with a stretching yawn then throws a leg over Tommy’s thighs, planting himself in Tommy’s lap, arms looped loosely around his shoulders. “I thought we could make a start on christening every room in our new house.”

He likes the sound of that, both Evan calling the house theirs and the idea of fucking him in every room. Tommy curves his hands around Evan’s ass, the firm muscle of his cheeks flexing against his palms as Evan sits with more of his weight. “Oh?” He says, one eyebrow raised as his eyes lock with Evan’s. “And what do you suggest for the living room?”

Evan gives a slow roll of his hips on top of him, brushing their clothed cocks together, and ducks in close to place a lingering kiss against Tommy’s lips. “Something like this?” He asks, their lips brushing and stubble catching as he speaks and Tommy can’t help but capture Evan’s plush lower lip between his teeth. With his hands still grasping Evan’s ass, Tommy urges his hips forward, again and again until Evan is letting out breathy little gasps and fisting his hands in the back of Tommy’s shirt.

“Just this baby?” He asks, rolling his own hips up against Evan’s, “Or do you want me to touch you?”

“Oh fuck, touch me Tommy. Please.”

Tommy slides his hands away from Evan’s ass, skimming up his back and catching the hem of his t-shirt as he goes. “Let’s get this off you.” He says, and once the shirt is discarded beside them on the couch he tips Evan back slightly and leans in to latch his lips to one of Evan’s pink, pebbled nipples. Evan’s hands go to his hair as he sucks and licks at the small bud, he worries it lightly with his teeth and Evan’s fingertips press against his scalp as he whimpers, rutting his hardening cock against Tommy’s. He switches to the other nipple once the first is puffy, the skin of his pec flushed red from Tommy’s stubble and repeats the process until Evan moans.

“N-not what I, oh god, what I meant. Fuck Tommy, you gotta touch me.”

The skin of Evan’s back is warm against his hands, a slight tremble running through his muscles as Tommy pulls away to look at his face. Evan’s cheeks are flushed pink and his bottom lip is shiny and red from where he’s bitten at it. “Okay baby, I’ll touch you properly but you need to get undressed for me. Up you get.” 

Evan scrambles to obey, slipping backwards off Tommy’s lap and stripping out of his sweatpants and socks, leaving them puddled on the floor. While Evan’s busy stripping, Tommy pulls off his own belt and undoes his jeans, tugging them down his hips slightly so he has room for later. Once Evan is fully bare Tommy reaches out a hand to tangle their fingers together and tugs Evan back in to perch on his lap once more. 

“Good boy, Evan.” Evan’s head dips, a pleased little smile on his face and Tommy loves that he still gets so flustered by the praise he gives his boy. He runs his hands up Evan’s torso, thumbing at his sensitive nipples, before sliding around Evan’s ribs to trail down his back. “You want my hands on you now?”

“Mhmm,” Evan nods, rocking his hips then gasping as his bare cock moves over the open zipper of Tommy’s jeans. He plants his hands on Tommy’s shoulder and pumps his hips again. “Please, I need you.”

Slowly, Tommy drags the fingertips of one hand over the skin of Evan’s hipbone as his other hand anchors itself to the firm globe of Evan’s ass cheek. He watches Evan face as he takes his cock in hand, the way Evan’s eyes fall closed and his mouth drops open, a heavy exhale passing over his lips as Tommy gently squeezes at his hard flesh.

He sets an idle pace with his fingers loosely circling Evan’s cock, just enough to take the edge off but nowhere near tight enough to get him off anytime soon. Evan is beautiful like this, naked in his lap, needy and restless. Tommy tips his head forward to capture Evan’s slack lips with his own and they sit like that for a few long minutes, trading wet, sucking kisses until Evan pulls back, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as he drives his cock through Tommy’s loose grip.

“Oh my god, Tommy, please.” Evan’s throat catches as he whines and Tommy’s hips shift of their own accord as desire shivers down his spine. Evan’s looking at him now, a pleading, desperate look in his eyes as he grinds uselessly forward, “Please, Daddy.”

Tommy feels his heart rate pick up at Evan’s words, his boy’s been getting bolder, so much more comfortable with this side of their relationship the longer it continues. The first time Evan had called him Daddy, he’d been on the cusp of orgasm, red-faced and shaking as Tommy teased him, and once the word had spilled from his lips he hid, burying his face against Tommy’s neck, embarrassed even as he came all over both of them. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” He pulls his hand away from Evan’s cock, resting it on his thigh as Evan makes a disagreeable sound. “Take me out, sweetheart.” 

Evan’s hands quickly drop from his shoulders to the open fly of his jeans, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Tommy’s boxers to draw the material down over his hard cock. After freeing him from the confines of his clothing, Evan’s hands find their home on his shoulders again. He jerks his hips, brushing their bare cocks together and Tommy’s fingers tighten where they’re cupped around Evan’s ass.

“You’re being so mean right now, god Tommy. I need you to touch me, please, make me come.”

Tommy chuckles and kisses Evan’s pouting mouth. “Sorry baby, but you know how much I like to tease you.” Evan grumbles and kisses him back, his tongue licking at the seam of Tommy’s mouth until Tommy opens to let him in. He lets Evan linger for a moment before he pulls away, dropping one last peck to Evan’s lips before taking his cock in hand again. He looks down to watch Evan’s cock slip through the circle of his fist, the smooth head of it flushed red and shiny with pre-come. Before Evan, Tommy had never been with a man that got this wet. Almost from the moment he gets hard, the slit of his cockhead starts leaking, silky clear fluid welling constantly at the tip as Tommy strokes him, sucks him, fucks him. Right now, Tommy brings his palm up to twist over Evan’s tip, collecting what’s there and then gathers himself and Evan together in his grip. 

“Yeah, oh fuck.” Evan bucks his hips, grinding himself against Tommy, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome baby.” Tommy shuttles his hand up and down, his thumb rubbing over the topside of his own cock as he moves. The pre-come from Evan’s cock dribbles down, smoothing the way and Tommy groans at the heightened sensation of his hard cock slip-sliding against another. 

He brings his free hand up and taps his middle finger against Evan’s plush bottom lip, “Suck.” Evan moans low in his throat and complies, parting his lips to let Tommy slide in. His tongue caresses over the digit as he sucks, cheeks hollowing. Evan’s head bobs over his hand, getting him good and wet. Once spit starts to slip down the back of his hand, Tommy draws free from the wet clutch of Evan’s mouth and drops his hand to spread Evan’s ass cheeks. He circles the tightly furled pucker of Evan’s hole, petting over the muscle with his wet fingertip, before pushing steadily in.

“Fuuuck. Yes.” Evan groans and drops his hips down, taking Tommy deeper into his body. 

Tommy pumps his hand once, twice and then goes still, loosening his hold on their cocks at the same time. “Fuck yourself baby, get yourself off on me.”

Evan moans again, dropping his head to bury his face against Tommy’s throat as he starts to move, bouncing in his lap and driving his wet cock against Tommy’s. Humid breaths puff against the skin of his throat as Evan works himself closer and closer to completion, a moan vibrating across his pulse point as his fingertip skates over Evan’s prostate. His own cock twitches in his hand, the sensation of Evan’s cockhead striking against the sensitive underside of his is doing just enough to keep him on the edge.

“Tommy I- I-. Ohhh.” Evan sucks in a breath and his whole body goes tense, hot come spilling from his cock to trickle down Tommy’s hand and over his cock. Tommy can feel patches of wet warmth where Evan’s come has landed on his shirt. He presses a kiss to Evan’s shoulder and scoops up what he can, using the release to slick the way as he sets a fast pace to get himself off. A high whine sounds from Evan as his overstimulated cock is caught in the onslaught, the finger in him still pressed to his prostate. “T-too much. It’s- it’s too much!” 

“Shh, baby, you can take it. Just a little more. You’re doing so good.” Evan sobs out a groan and leans more of his weight on Tommy, letting himself be moved with every upward thrust of Tommy’s hips. His hole clenching down on Tommy’s finger with each movement, little grunts being punched out of him with every graze over his sensitive insides. “That’s it. Fuck Evan, yeah. Oh, that"s it.” His own release spurts from his cock, ruining his shirt even more as it stripes up his chest. 

Once the last pulse of his orgasm fades, Tommy gently extracts his finger from Evan’s hole and releases their spent cocks. “Sit back for a second baby, I need to get you cleaned up.” Evan complies and Tommy tugs off his soiled shirt, using it to wipe off his own hands then carefully swipes the fabric down Evan’s chest and over his cock. 

Cleaned up, Evan settles back against his bare chest, tucking his face into the curve where Tommy’s neck meets his shoulder. After taking a few moments to catch their breath he mumbles into Tommy’s skin. “Hey Tommy?” 

Tommy hums, trailing his fingers slowly up the ridges of Evan’s spine. “Yeah, baby?”

Evan’s silent for a moment then he pulls back to sit up properly in Tommy’s lap, his gaze is locked on Tommy’s chest and he brings his hands up to swirl restless fingers through his chest hair. Something that feels not quite like concern rises up in Tommy and he ducks his head to catch Evan’s eye.  

“Sweetheart?”

Evan draws in a breath as he makes eye contact and the faded blush across his cheekbones flares back to life. “I’ve been thinking about when we, you know,” Evan says and makes a fast hand gesture that Tommy can’t quite parse before he continues, “And I want to try it for real. Um, but not if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine, we can keep doing it the way we have. I’m, uh, I’m really happy doing that, I just want to try it. Maybe. If you’re cool with it.”

Tommy can feel his eyebrows climb up his forehead at Evan’s verbal tidal wave and then collapse in confusion as he realizes he still doesn’t actually know what Evan is asking him for. He runs a soothing hand up Evan’s flank, trying to ease his nervous energy. “What do you want to try, baby?” He asks gently.

“Oh.” Evan shifts in his lap and bites at his bottom lip. “I, um, I wanna try getting DP’d. For real.”

“Yeah?” He’s not sure if this is what he expected Evan to say or not, but he’s so proud of Evan for asking for what he wants. It’s something he’s thought about idly since the first time he made Evan come like that, about how good his boy would look taking two cocks, but he knew it wasn’t up to him to ask for it. He raises a hand to cup Evan’s cheek, his thumb rubbing softly over Evan’s cheekbone. “Yeah, okay. Thank you for telling me. If that’s something you want, baby, we can definitely do it. You’d look so good like that.”

Somehow, Evan’s face gets even warmer and a tiny, pleased smile picks up at the corners of his mouth. “I do, I want it. When?” 

Tommy exhales a short laugh, “How about we talk about it a bit more later, ideally when you’re not still naked and post-orgasm. That sound okay?” At Evan’s happy nod Tommy presses a kiss to his other cheek and gives him a quick swat on the ass. “Good, it’s time for bed, let"s go get cleaned up. You wanna christen the shower too?”

~*~

It comes up again a few days later when they’re in the kitchen making breakfast. Tommy hears the back door click shut as Evan makes his way back into the kitchen, yet more oranges cradled in the crook of one arm, this is his third trip out to the garden already.

“No wonder they had so many trees,” he says, dumping the fruit out onto the counter next to where he’s been attempting to fill a pitcher with fresh juice. “You need a million of these things to get anything out of them. I think we might have to add OJ back onto the grocery list babe.”

Tommy laughs as he flips a pancake, “I distinctly remember warning you about this, fresh squeezed orange juice is a labor of love.”

“Yeah, well it’s a good thing I love you then, isn’t it?” Evan grumbles as he takes the citrus reamer to another orange half. 

Stepping away from the hot stove, Tommy drops a soft kiss on Evan"s temple, “I love you too baby, thank you for the juice.” He bends low to check the bacon cooking away in the oven then turns back to the pancakes, trying for a casual tone as he asks, “Have you thought any more about what you asked me the other day?”

“Ah, isn"t uh, isn"t that a bit much for breakfast conversation?”

Tommy shifts to keep one eye on what he"s doing and the other on his boyfriend, “Evan, if we"re going to do this we need to talk about it. And not in bed, we"re not having a conversion like this somewhere where it"s just going to devolve into sex.”

“I mean, considering what we did in the kitchen yesterday…” Evan trails off with a half shrug, squeezing the last of the juice into the pitcher. 

“Evan.” Tommy really tries to sound disapproving but his mind flashes back to the image of Evan bent over their marble countertop, raised up on his toes so his ass is pushed out as Tommy fucks into his tight hole. He clears his throat, “you"re stalling.”

“Fine,” Evan says, moving to the other side of the island counter, as Tommy follows him, breakfast plates in hand. “It"s just a lot, you know? Like there was a point in time when I didn"t even think about having one dick in my ass and now I"m asking for two!?” Evan throws himself onto a barstool and drags the pitcher of juice over, a band of pink appearing over the bridge of his nose. “It’s just a lot.”

“Sweetheart,” Tommy sets their breakfast down and wraps his arms around Evan’s broad shoulders from behind, “You know we don’t actually have to do it, we can keep it just between us if you want.” 

Evan’s hands come up to rest on Tommy’s forearms, head turning to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I know. But thank you for reminding me.”

They eat in easy silence for a while, trading little glances and sweet smiles between bites. Tommy takes a moment to admire Evan’s profile, the straight line of his nose, his plush bottom lip, and the crow’s feet just starting to gather at the corner of his eyes. He switches his focus back to his plate just as Evan’s head turns, not wanting to get caught staring like a lovesick fool. He must have been too slow because Evan’s hand sneaks over to sit high up on his thigh, just resting there as they finish their food, a grin lifting one corner of his mouth enough for his cheek to dimple.

“I do want it,” Evan says, shifting in his seat to face Tommy better. “Sometimes, when you’re fucking me it’s all I can think about. Like, I can’t picture the other guy, but I can see you, and I know you’d take care of me. I know you’d make it good for me.”

He shifts to mirror Evan’s position, slipping his bent knee between both of Evan’s to get closer. “Baby, I will take such good care of you. How do you want to do this, find someone at a club, download an app?”

Evan rubs a palm across the back of his neck, his expression laced with uncertainty. “I don’t think so? I don’t think I like the idea of it being a stranger? But then, is that weird, for it to be someone we know?”

“I don’t think so, it’s a pretty vulnerable position for you to be in. You need to feel safe.”

Evan nods, a relieved sounding breath escaping out his nose. “Okay, yeah, good. Do you know anyone who might be interested? And you know, want to do it with me, with us?”

“Baby,” Tommy breathes out a chuckle, leaning forward to run his hands up Evan’s tense thighs. He drags his thumbs up Evan’s inseam until his splayed hands frame Evan’s crotch, “Baby, do you know many of my friends have told me you’re out of my league?” After a quick shake of Evan’s head Tommy continues. “Too many. So honestly, I’m a little insulted, but that’s beside the point.”

A blush rises in Evan’s cheeks at the same time that he levels Tommy with a disbelieving frown. “Rude. I need you to know that I think you’re really fucking hot, okay?”

“Thank you sweetheart, but I wasn’t fishing for compliments. What I"m saying is that I do know people who would be interested in a threesome with us. What about Elliot and Marcus?” He asks, the pair are old military buddies of his.

“But, but they’re married.”

Tommy lifts a hand to smooth his thumb over the little furrow that appears between Evan’s eyebrows. “Yeah, they are. But they’re also in an open relationship, and I happen to know that this is something they’ve had experience with before.”

“I, um, I don’t think… I think I’d prefer it if they weren’t in a relationship? Is that okay?”

“Yes, Evan, that’s more than okay.” He cups Evan’s warm cheek and draws the man towards him for a reassuring kiss. “We don’t have to decide today. Take some time, and when we think we have someone who might like to join us we can have some conversations. Don’t worry, it’ll happen.” Evan’s head nods where it’s still cradled in his palm and he leans in close to murmur in Evan’s ear. “I can’t wait to see how you look all stretched out, taking two cocks. You’ll look so pretty, baby.”    

~*~

They meet Bryan at the gym one random Tuesday a few weeks later. 

Tommy takes a sip of water from his bottle while Eddie is busy giving kicking tips to some fresh faced kid that had approached him, and good god, exactly when did anyone under the age of 25 start looking like a child to him? He"s idly watching Evan as he"s working over a boxing bag, his exercise-flushed face is set hard with focus and dark rings of sweat halo around his underarms and at the collar of his sleeveless gray sweatshirt. Tommy"s eyes drop to the slightly cropped hem that shows little flashes of Evan’s abs every time he lunges forward. Altogether, the sight is almost as good as the quiet, happy noise Evan had made when Tommy had given him the shirt in the first place. He needs to look away before he pops an inappropriate boner.

He"s just screwing the cap back on his bottle when a guy he"s seen around a couple times approaches Evan, coming around the other side of the punching bag and startling him out of his focus. Tommy watches curiously as the guy introduces himself then proceeds to say something else that makes Evan laugh, his head tipped back as a bright grin crosses his face. As they talk, Tommy can see how the guy is inching closer until he’s right up in Evan’s space, one hand going to Evan"s shoulder. The guy leans in and says something that causes a deeper flush to erupt on Evan’s face. He looks over at Tommy, gesturing at him and Tommy"s pretty sure he can make out the word ‘boyfriend’ as it spills from Evan’s lips. 

The guy"s eyes follow the direction of Evan’s pointing and he nods at Tommy, shrugging, almost as if to say ‘well, I had to try’. Tommy sketches a quick wave back and the guy moves away again, leaving Evan to his work out. 

It"s nearly two weeks later when Tommy sees the guy again, only this time he"s sauntering up to Tommy instead. He’s a little shorter than both himself and Evan, with dark hair and a swathe of tattoos covering his toned arms. Over the course of an impromptu sparring session, Tommy learns three things: one, his name is Bryan; two, he moved to Los Angeles from Scranton, Ohio five months ago; and three, he"s very interested in both Evan and Tommy, individually and collectively and is not afraid to let them know it. 

“So, you’re both firefighters?” Bryan asks, aiming a kick at Tommy’s ribs that he easily blocks using his raised knee. 

“Yeah, Evan’s with the one eighteen, I’m with Air Ops.” He blocks another kick then delivers one of his own, stopping just short of actually hitting Bryan’s undefended shoulder.

Bryan dances backwards and Tommy can see the way his eyes light up, “You’re a pilot too? Shit dude, that’s so cool. I’m just in IT.”

Out of politeness, Tommy doesn’t agree with him that working in IT is significantly less cool than being a firefighter. Personally, he wouldn’t be able to spend 9 hours a day glued to a computer monitor, but, each to his own. “So you moved to LA for work?” He asks, throwing a couple easy punches at Bryan’s torso.

“Yeah, my cousin is doing some influencer shit and needed someone to run her website. It’s okay, not what I want to do forever, you know?”

Their session winds down not too long after that and Bryan jogs over to his gym bag, a request to Tommy to ‘hang on a sec’ thrown over his shoulder as he goes. Tommy watches him rummage around for a few moments before he straightens and walks back over. “Here,” he says, holding out a slip of paper to Tommy, “that’s my number. Give it to Evan too, maybe we can hang out sometime?” 

Evan? He’s not really sure how he feels about someone else, a stranger really, using that name for his boyfriend but he shakes it off, a little surprised at his own possessiveness. “Uh yeah, I’ll let him know. I’ve gotta head out, see you around.”

They bump their wrapped fists together and once Tommy’s turned away to head to the locker room it’s like he can almost feel Bryan’s gaze lingering on his ass. 

They end up arranging to meet up with Bryan at a sports bar near the gym a few nights later. They’ve both been messaging with him a bit since they’d exchanged numbers and Evan seems a little nervous as they walk in the door. Tommy grabs his hand so he can stop running it down the front of his t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles that aren’t there. “What if he’s like, you know, the one ?” 

“Sweetheart, we don’t have to decide that tonight. Yes, he’s interested in us, he’s made that clear enough, but we can take it slow. Just use tonight to get to know him a bit better.”

Bryan’s already seated at a high table, a cold pitcher of beer sitting in the middle of the table, he raises a hand in greeting when he sees them. “I wasn’t sure what you guys liked but I figured an IPA is pretty inoffensive.”

Evan folds his big frame into one of the low-backed barstools, reaching a hand over to shake Bryan’s, “Thanks man, I’m not really picky. Tommy will just have to deal though.” He laughs and pours them both a glass from the pitcher. 

“Oh, sorry dude.”

Tommy waves off Bryan’s apology, “Don’t worry about it, I do like IPA’s. Evan’s just trying to be funny.” Evan winks at him from across the small table and kicks at Tommy’s ankles with a booted foot until Tommy traps it between his own boots, holding it there as they talk. 

They spend the next 45 minutes chatting, or really, Bryan spends 45 minutes talking almost exclusively about himself and occasionally asking them, mostly Evan, questions. It’s becoming increasingly clear to him that Bryan is more into Evan than he is Tommy, which is fair enough, Evan is gorgeous. Though he’s not sure if Evan has realized this is the case too, but if he has, he doesn’t say anything. 

“So,” Bryan angles his body even more towards Evan, laying a hand on his bare forearm, near the crook of his elbow. “Evan, what do you-”

“Oh, most people just call me Buck.” Evan interrupts in a pleasant tone. Hmm, maybe he has noticed then.

Bryan looks a little taken aback and his gaze flickers quickly to Tommy. “Ah, you don’t go by Evan then?”

Evan shrugs a little, lifting his glass towards his lips. “Buck’s good. What were you gonna ask me?” Bryan seems to take the correction in stride and his hand creeps to Evan’s bicep, squeezing lightly as he asks about Evan’s workout routine while he’s on shift.

Tommy sits back in his chair, idly running his fingers through the rings of condensation on the sticky tabletop as he tries to figure out how he’s feeling about another man touching and flirting with his boyfriend. It’s probably going to take more than one evening of introspection but so far he’s concluded that while he’s not uncomfortable with it per se, he’s not totally into it either. Only, he’s pretty sure that’s mainly because of the fact that he doesn’t actually like Bryan all that much, and the more the man talks the lower his opinion gets.

Somehow he makes it through another hour before Evan’s tapping on the table to get his attention. “You look tired babe, we should head home soon. Twenty-four hour shifts, man.” This is directed at Bryan, who nods in understanding and takes the hand Evan offers him. “We should definitely do this again though.”

“Yeah, for sure. I really liked getting to know you.” If Bryan’s disappointed that Evan’s not staying longer he doesn’t let it show and walks with them out to the parking lot. 

Once they’re finally home, having successfully navigated LA’s ridiculous traffic, Evan drops his socked feet in Tommy’s lap, his head propped on the arm of the couch as he scrolls on his phone. “So,’ he says, digging his toes into Tommy’s thigh, “you didn’t like him?”

“What makes you say that?” Evan levels a look at him over the top of his phone, eyebrows raised as he scoffs. “Was I really that obvious?” 

“No, but I know you. You were doing that thing with your eyes, you know, the thing where you squint a little when you think people are full of shit. I don’t think he could tell, but then again he didn’t even really talk to you. And what the fuck was all that about? He’s all over you at the gym!” 

Tommy tries not to smirk too much, but doesn’t think he’s going to win that battle with his inner self. He’s a little too pleased at how affronted Evan looks on his behalf. “It’s okay baby, I figured out pretty early that he was mostly into me to get to you. I’m not bothered by it, you came home with me after all.” He wraps his hands around one of Evan’s feet, thumbs digging into the arch and making Evan groan.

“Ohh, that feels so good, don’t sto- oh, he’s texted.” Evan thumbs open his phone and reads aloud, “‘Thanks for a great night, hope this makes it even better’. What does th- Oh, my god!”

He watches as Evan throws his phone clear across the living room. It skids across the wooden floor until it comes to a stop against the TV cabinet. “Baby?” Evan ignores him, his eyes locked on his phone and a horrified expression on his face. Tommy gives his foot a shake and asks again. “Baby, what just happened?”

“He uh, he sent me a picture of his dick?”

“He what?” Oh, absolutely not. 

Evan finally tears his gaze away from the phone and looks at Tommy, an uncomfortable frown pulls at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think I want to see him again.”

“We don’t have to, baby, I’ll let him know.” And if he just so happens to give Bryan a piece of his mind at the same time, well, the man deserves it. 

“I really thought he might be the one.” Evan says in a small voice. “Instead, turns out he’s a creep. Who are we going to ask now?”

He runs a soothing hand over Evan’s shin, the denim of his jeans rough under his palm. “We’ll figure it out sweetheart. C’mere, I wanna hold you.”    

~*~

Tommy stares at their bedroom ceiling, his eyes feel heavy and gritty from exhaustion but he can’t fall asleep, he’s still too wired from the extended shift he’s just come home from, running air support for a wildfire out in the hills. He showered at the station but there’s still a faint scent of smoke coming from somewhere on his person, probably his hair. Evan snuffles beside him, his big body relaxed in sleep and Tommy turns his head to watch his shoulders rise and fall where he’s laid out on his belly, arms tucked under his pillow. 

He’s so in love with this man, with his boyfriend. And wasn’t that word starting to feel a little lacking now? Marriage, much like kids, wasn’t something he really thought might happen after he finally embraced his true self, or even before that if he’s honest. But now, tucked under the covers with Evan, the warmth of his skin radiating across the mattress and the blue light of the moon peeking in from a gap in the blinds, he wants it. Wants to call Evan his fiancé, his husband , he wants everything. 

And he wants to give Evan everything he wants too. Since the whole Bryan fiasco, Evan’s been quiet about his desire for a threesome and trying to take two cocks, but Tommy doesn’t believe he’s stopped wanting it. It’s just finding someone they both like, who likes both of them, and someone who makes Evan feel comfortable has been hard. Evan shifts and murmurs something in his sleep, dreaming, but the collection of sounds is just close enough to a word that his mind drifts back to a conversation he had about six months ago.

“Hey Tommy, wait up!” Tommy turns back towards the basketball court at the sound of Eddie’s voice and waits for the other man to catch up with him, a half filled gym bag swinging from his shoulder. “Do you maybe wanna grab a beer, there’s something I kinda wanna talk to you about.”

“I told Evan I’d go straight to his place after, do you want to come? We’re making burgers for dinner.”

Eddie looks away, a pinched expression crossing his face. “Uh, I can’t, I told Chris I’d take him out tonight. And uhh, it’s not something I’m really ready to talk to Buck about yet?”

Something clicks in Tommy’s brain at the look Eddie gives him, his nervous posture and the hesitant tone of his voice. “Oh. Okay,” he nods, “I’ll let Evan know I’ll be a little late. Do you actually want a beer or we could just sit in the park?”

“Park’s good, I don’t really want to drink if I’m driving with Chris anyway.” Eddie’s shoulders drop as he relaxes slightly and Tommy follows as he leads them away from the basketball court to a sit at a bench overlooking a little man-made lake. The water glows orange in the light of the setting sun and they both sit in silence for a few moments, watching a seagull floating on the surface of the water before Eddie sucks in a steadying breath. “So, it think I might- I uh, fuck.”

Tommy doesn’t look at him. He’s going to be very surprised if what Eddie’s about to tell him isn’t what he thinks it is, but he doesn’t want to spook him anymore than he already is just in case. “Take your time, I’ll just be here, watching this nice sunset.”

Eddie chokes out a laugh and Tommy sees him shift out the corner of his eye, slouching into the bench seat. “How did you know? Like it’s such a cliché thing to ask but, I don’t know.”

“I didn’t, for a really long time. And then I was in denial for a bit there too. Every girlfriend I had didn’t workout for reasons I didn’t really understand.” He turns in his seat to face Eddie better now they’re talking properly. There’s a slight flush sitting high up on his cheeks but he looks less nervous than he did 10 minutes ago. “Sex with women was okay, I enjoyed myself but it wasn’t until I hooked up with a man for the first time that I realized what I was missing out on.”   

Leaning forward, Eddie plants his elbows on his knees and laces his fingers together. “I mean, I still like women, a lot.”

“And you can, it"s not one or the other. You know that Evan is bisexual.”

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face and tilts his head to look at Tommy. “No, I know. I just think it"s, you know, Catholic guilt aside, it"s a part of myself I didn"t look too deeply at because I had Shannon, and we were together so young and then after, I think I never really wanted to see it? Until you and Buck got together and I saw you being, you know, affectionate and shit and I don"t know. Does that make sense?”

He reaches out a comforting hand to grasp Eddie"s shoulder, the muscle under his hand rock hard with tension. “You know, you"re still young, and you"ve been through a hell of a lot for one person, especially this early in life. It"s okay if you"re still figuring yourself out. Now you just need to work out what you want to do about it.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Thanks man. I just needed to get it out there, I"ve been sitting on it too long. I guess I have some stuff to think about huh?” Eddie stands and offers a hand to Tommy to pull him up, clapping him on back once he"s upright. 

Tommy catches his eye, his hand coming back up to curve around Eddie"s shoulder again. This isn"t the first time someone"s come out to him but it"s still not something he"s got a lot of experience with, so he hopes he"s come across as supportive. “You know I"m here if you need me.” 

“Thanks man, seriously, I needed this. And uh, about Buck…”

“This is your news to share, if you want to or not.”

Eddie nods and stoops to collect his bag, hitching the strap over his shoulder as they walk back towards their cars. He looks over at Eddie when the man lets out a breathy laugh, one eyebrow raised in question. 

“Why is going to war a lot less nerve wracking than talking about how you think you might like dudes?”

Tommy"s head tips back as he lets out a laugh of his own. “I wish I knew man, I wish I knew.”

Tommy wakes to light kisses and warm breath teasing down his stomach. “Baby?” He murmurs sleepily, rubbing at his tired eyes with his knuckles. Evan’s head appears from under the covers, a soft smile on his face. 

“Is it weird that I like when you smell all smokey like this?” Evan runs the tip of his nose through his chest hair as he moves back up Tommy’s body, stopping when they’re face to face. “Like, you smell like work but also you"re at home in our bed so I know you"re safe and I really like it.”

He wraps a hand around the nape of Evan’s neck and tugs him in for a kiss. Their lips brush together soft and slow. “Mm, I feel the same. Good morning.”

“Morning, everything go okay yesterday? Bobby said we were on standby in case you guys needed us but we never got the call.” 

He runs his other hand down Evan’s side, stopping at the dip of his waist, and starts up a slow grind of his hips against Evan’s. “ Yeah, the one ten and the one thirty-three showed up and we got it knocked back.” A soft groan sounds in his ear before Evan starts to make his way back under the covers again, dropping kisses in a lazy path on his way down. Tommy pushes the covers back enough that he can watch as Evan takes him in his mouth. “I, mm, I had a thought last night, sweetheart. I might know, oh yeah, know someone who can help me give you what you want.”

Evan’s eyes flick up to meet his own, shining bright with arousal and hope, and he pulls off Tommy’s cock to ask, “Really? Who?”

Tommy cants his hips up, his hard cock rubbing over Evan’s lips, requesting entrance again. Evan allows it and he lets out a breathy groan. “I want to talk with him first, he’s not really out to anyone else. That’s it baby, just like that.” He drops a hand to card his fingers through Evan’s bedhead. “That okay?”

Mouth full, Evan nods his head and hums an affirmative making Tommy’s hips jolt.

“I’ll let you, ohhh, I’ll let you know more when I can. You know him though,” Evan eyes lock on his again, curious, “He’s another firefighter.”

Evan pulls off him again, running his hand slowly up and down Tommy’s cock as he takes in what Tommy’s just told him. After a moment he nods, a small smile picking up at the corner of his mouth. “Okay, you know I trust you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over Evan’s cheek and lets him get back to what he was doing, moaning at the warm, wet suction enveloping him. Movement across the room catches his eye and he looks up to see the pair of them reflected in the large standing mirror they have leaning on one wall of their bedroom. He locks eyes with his own flushed face then drops them to watch Evan’s duvet covered body move over him. “Oh fuck, baby, keep going. Don’t stop.”    

~*~ 

He asks Eddie to meet him at the station close to the end of his shift. He’s outside doing his last checks on the helicopter before his shift changeover, the warm morning sun beating down on his shoulders and he peels out of the top half of his jumpsuit just as Eddie walks out into the courtyard. 

“Hey man,” Eddie reaches out a hand to knock their fists together, “You about ready to go?”

“Yeah, B shift is already here so give me five to get changed and I’ll meet you out front? There’s a food truck just down the street that does a decent breakfast sandwich if that sounds good?”

Eddie nods and walks with him back into the station building, “Sounds good to me.”

Twenty minutes later they’re settling into rickety lawn chairs and unwrapping their steaming food. Eddie unhooks his sunglasses from the collar of his t-shirt and slips them over his nose before he takes a bite, “So what’s up, you wanted to talk?” he asks, mouth full.

“Catch up, more than anything. I was thinking about that chat we had a while ago about, you know, guys. I just wanted to see how you’ve been handling it, you haven’t said anything.” He starts in on his own breakfast to give Eddie a moment, the second he mentioned their previous conversation Eddie’s eyes went wide, his brows creeping up his forehead.

Eddie clears his throat and takes a hearty sip of his coffee. “It’s, uh, it"s going okay. I think.”

“Yeah?” He prompts encouragingly and leans back in his chair, resting an ankle across his other knee. 

“Yeah, I, um, changed some settings on one of my apps. And I met up with someone, a few times. Maybe more than a few.” 

It’s Tommy’s turn for his own eyebrows to shoot up. Given the fact Eddie had never raised the topic with him again he just assumed that maybe he had decided not to explore that side of himself too deeply. Good for him. “So you’re seeing someone then?”

“Oh, no, no.” Eddie shakes his head and picks up a napkin to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “It was pretty casual. Educational, but casual.” 

“Educational huh, so you’ve figured some stuff out.” Tommy asks with a sly smile as Eddie sits across from him, a blush dusting his cheekbones and tips of his ears.

“Very educational. I, uh,” He chokes out a laugh, “I’m pretty into it? ‘It’ being dudes.” Eddie laughs again and scrubs a hand over his flushed cheek. “It’s, um, it’s different to how I feel about women though. I had to do some more research before I kind of understood it a bit better.”

“What about it feels different?” 

“Like, did you know that romantic and sexual attraction can be different? I didn’t, and so then I had to add an addendum to the “Talk” I had with Christopher and he actually rolled his eyes at me! All like ‘yeah dad, duh’.” Eddie throws his hands up indignantly and Tommy can only laugh at the man.

“Eddie, he’s fifteen. With access to the Internet.”

Eddie glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “I had the Internet at fifteen too, kids are a different breed these days. Anyway, I looked some stuff up and I think I’m, like, heteroromantic and bisexual? And I’m also just realizing that’s the first time I’ve said that out loud.” 

Eddie gives him a quietly pleased grin and he leans over to knock a fist against the meat of Eddie’s shoulder, sporting a grin of his own. “Feel good?”

“Yeah, it really does. Shit, maybe I should talk to you about this stuff more often.”

“Like I said, I’m always here if you want to.” He sits up straighter in his seat, wiping his palm over his thighs, suddenly a little nervous. He looks over at Eddie and hopes he’s making eye contact through the man’s mirrored sunglasses. “Look, I have to be honest with you. I, uh, actually invited you here with an ulterior motive if our conversation went the way it has done.” 

Eddie slips his sunglasses down his nose to look over the top of the frames at Tommy. “What are you saying?” 

“So about a month ago, Evan requested something, in the bedroom, that I’m not really able to give him. Alone.” He pauses to try and gauge Eddie’s reaction but the man is just sitting there staring at him with wide eyes. He clears his throat and pushes through the slight feeling of discomfort that’s rising up in him. He hopes he’s not making a huge mistake. “We’ve not had any luck finding someone-”

“For a threesome?” The words spill loudly out of Eddie’s mouth and Tommy’s eyes dart to a young woman sitting at a nearby table who is now looking over at them in shocked curiosity.

He leans forward and drops his voice, “Yeah, but it’s a little bit more than that.” He glances over at the young woman but she’s not looking at them anymore and is instead tapping away at her phone. He idly wonders what sort of group chat this is going to end up in. “He would like to try…double penetration.”

Eddie’s spine goes ramrod straight and a look of disbelief crosses his face. “Buck can do that?” 

A wild giggle bubbles up from his chest and tips his head back to look at the passing clouds. “This is not going at all how I pictured.” He drops his gaze back to Eddie, “Yes, he can. But this would be the first time with two real cocks. Two men.”

“And you want me to be the one to do it with you?” Eddie jabs a finger against his own chest and Tommy can see how flushed his skin is at the base of his throat.

“Yes, but only if you’re comfortable with it, if not, we don’t have to talk about this ever again.” 

Eddie slumps back in his chair and turns his head to look off into the distance. Tommy follows his gaze and together they watch the Air Ops helo taking off into the air, an odd silence sitting between them.

After a long moment Eddie finally speaks, “Does he know? About me?”

“No. He knows I’m talking to someone about it right now, not that it’s you.” Eddie’s head starts up a slow nod at his reassurance, his lips pursed in thought. “So, if you think you might wanna join us, then I need us all to talk about it, together.” 

“Okay,” Eddie’s still nodding as he makes eye contact again, “Yeah, okay. Let’s go talk.”

~*~

Evan is on the couch in just his sweatpants when Tommy comes through the door with Eddie behind him. His feet are kicked up on the coffee table and he’s absorbed in reading something on the screen of the laptop that’s balanced on his thighs. 

“Hi sweetheart.”

“Hey babe, how was your shift?” Evan looks up, a sweet smile on his face. He sees Evan’s focus shift behind him when he notices Eddie. “Oh, hey Eds. I didn’t know you were coming o- Eddie!” Wide-eyed, Evan swings his gaze back to Tommy, quickly setting the laptop beside him on the couch as he sits up properly. “Eddie?”

“Me.” Eddie says, brushing past Tommy to drop into the leather armchair next to the couch, holding the cushion that was there against his stomach.

Tommy shifts the laptop to the coffee table and sits next to Evan, slinging an arm around his bare shoulders. He presses a quick kiss to Evan’s stubbly cheek. “Yes, Eddie. He’s who I was meeting this morning. How do you feel about it?”

“Honestly? I’m a little confused?” Tommy desperately wants to smooth the furrow that’s appeared between Evan’s brows but refrains, letting his fingertips drag up and down his upper arm instead. Evan looks across the room at Eddie. “When did you- how long?”

“The guys thing?” Evan nods and Eddie leans back in the chair, kicking his ankle up to rest on his knee. He looks a little nervous again, his foot tapping at the air and his fingers fiddling with the zipper on the cushion cover. “Not that long really. Um, I asked Tommy about it, like how it was for him, a while ago but we haven’t talked about it since. I wanted to figure myself out a bit more before I talked about it with you.”

“I mean, it took me ages to tell you about Tommy.” Evan shrugs under Tommy’s arm. “You’re allowed to take however long you want. I’m happy you had someone to talk to about it.” He shoots a cheeky half grin in Eddie’s direction. “Even if it wasn’t me.”     

Eddie rolls his eyes but smiles back, his foot no longer fidgeting nervously. “You’re my best friend Buck, I was going to tell you.”

“I know, and hey, now I do know.” Evan tucks himself in closer, pulling his knees up and twisting around slightly to wrap an arm over Tommy"s stomach. Evan’s always been reasonably fine with being affectionate with him around other people, especially his friends, but this feels like a step up from that. He’s quietly confident that Eddie is the right choice for this little adventure of theirs. “So, did you end up figuring yourself out?”

Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle and rubs at the nape of his neck, his cheeks starting to flush. “I, uh, I did, actually. I enlisted some help though. His name was Steven, and he was very, um, helpful? I learnt a lot about what I liked, what I wanted, you know, the usual.”

“That’s good, Eds, that’s really good.” 

Tommy settles back into the couch as they chat a bit more, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on Evan’s warm skin. Every so often he brushes over a sensitive spot on the back of his arm and Evan will shiver slightly but his focus never strays from Eddie. He"s glad that this secret hasn"t really rattled their friendship at all, and honestly, part of him is a little relieved that it"s all out in the open now. Keeping Eddie"s confidence was necessary but he’d be lying if he said he had never wanted to tell Evan about it. 

“So you guys didn"t work out, or what?” Evan asks, picking at a bit of fluff on the knee of his sweats. 

“That was part of what I needed to understand better. Turns out I don’t think I want to have, like, a serious relationship with another man, or even that I don’t really want to date one, you know?”

“So… just sex?”

“Just sex.” Eddie nods, “Kinda why I’m here now actually.”

It"s Evan’s turn to blush, and Tommy watches it come to life on his cheeks and the soft underside of his chin, and as it travels down his throat and blooms in blotches on his bare chest. He has to stifle a smile, Evan definitely forgot why Eddie was here in the first place, too caught up in the excitement of his coming out. He looks up at Tommy, his eyes wide. 

“How much did you tell him?”

“Well, he definitely knows why he"s here, if that"s what you"re asking.” Evan bites at his bottom lip and flicks his gaze back to Eddie, the color in his cheeks deepening. “But it"s just to talk baby, nothing is happening today. This is just about making sure you"re comfortable and that everybody is on the same page.”

“Okay, just talking.” Evan’s quiet for a long moment and Tommy leaves him be, he can tell from the look on his face that Evan is processing. He shifts the arm he has around Evan shoulders, his hand dropping to rest over Evan’s rapidly beating heart. “It’s not gonna be too, I don"t know, weird for you?” He peers at Eddie in question.

“Strangely, no? When Tommy first mentioned it I was surprised, but no, I think I’m pretty cool with it. And knowing it’s just sex for me, having no other expectations, makes it easier somehow.” Eddie settles back in the armchair, folding his hands over the cushion, a smirk hitching up the corner of his lips. “Also you guys are both really hot, so you know, it wouldn’t be a hardship.”

Evan scoffs. “Oh, thanks dude. I’m so glad you think fucking me wouldn’t be awful.” 

A laugh bubbles out of Eddie’s throat at Evan’s indignant tone and Tommy can’t help but join in, eventually Evan breaks and the three of them sit there giggling like high schoolers for a few minutes. Once they’re settled again he presses a kiss to Evan’s hair and rubs his thumb across his pectoral muscle. “What about you baby, do you want to do this?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d be more comfortable doing it with.” He looks over at Eddie with a soft smile. “He’s also really hot, so, you know...”

“Oh, thanks dude,” Eddie parrots and launches the cushion across the room at Evan.

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs the cushion from Evan’s lap, throwing it lightly back at Eddie. “Behave please, both of you. I’m already starting to regret this.” Evan leans up to press a light kiss to his jaw and whispers a quick ‘ liar’ in his ear. “We should talk about ground rules, not that there are many. Mostly just that any one of us is free to tap out at any time, before or during. If you’re uncomfortable about something, say something.” He looks at both of them, holding eye contact until they nod in acknowledgement. “And you need to bring condoms. We have some, but I’d rather you have ones you like to wear.”

“Condoms, I can do that.” Eddie nods and pushes to his feet, replacing the cushion on the seat of the chair. “I’ll leave you guys to it, let you talk more without me. Buck knows my shift schedule so just let me know when?”      

“Yeah, we’ll work it out.” He gets up to walk Eddie to the front door and shakes Eddie’s hand once he’s on the front step. “Thanks Eddie, sorry if I caught you off guard a bit this morning.”

Eddie chuckles, slipping his sunglasses on his face. “It’s definitely not how I thought today was going to go, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. See you round dude.” He skips down the front steps, whistling, and waves as he climbs into his truck.

Tommy waves back and closes the front door, turning around, he finds Evan right behind him. “You okay Evan?” 

He steps back as Evan walks forward and lets himself be pressed against the front door, his hands coming up to settle on Evan’s waist. Soft lips meet his own in a gentle kiss, “Thank you,” Evan breathes against his mouth, “Thank you, Tommy.” Evan kisses him again then draws away, one hand lifting to rest over Tommy’s heart. “I didn’t even think he was an option, but he"s the best choice, right?”  

“Baby, all I want to do is make you happy.” He squeezes at Evan’s hips then tucks his fingers under the waistband of his sweats, “You guys have been through a lot together, I was pretty sure your friendship could survive one threesome.”

“Oh my god.” Evan buries his face in Tommy’s throat and lets out a strangled laugh, “Holy fuck, we’re gonna have sex with Eddie.”

~*~

They spend the better part of a week messaging back and forth about logistics and hard limits in a separate group chat. Evan got caught up in a research spiral, flooding the chat with online how-to articles, the most recent of which is titled ‘So You Think You Can DP?’, and yet he still turns red every time the specialized notification tone that he set goes off. 

Tommy clicks on each link and reads through the articles to be supportive, but after the first two they"re all essentially repeating the same information: start gently, go slow, and if you even remotely care about your partner’s well-being, use significantly more lube than you first estimate. All things he"s very aware of having DP’d his boyfriend multiple times now on his own, but he doesn"t mention it, he knows this is how Evan is coping with his nerves. 

He"s puttering around their room, doing a final tidy in preparation for Eddie"s arrival, when a cut off cry sounds from the ensuite behind him. With a grin, Tommy leans in close to the door and taps lightly with a single knuckle, “Evan, baby, everything okay?”

Evan’s reply, when it comes a long few seconds later, is breathless. “Y-yeah. Almost done, I-I"ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” He hangs around a little longer, pulling the duvet off the bed to pile on the floor, when the chime of the doorbell draws him into the living room. 

Eddie"s on the front step when he swings the door open, a paper bag clutched in one hand and a bottle of merlot in the other. 

“I brought wine?” Eddie says, handing it off and following Tommy inside. “I don’t know, it felt weird turning up with just condoms and nothing else.”

Tommy just laughs and heads into the kitchen to gather glasses. “Evan should be joining us soon. He locked himself in the bathroom about an hour ago.” He says while rummaging through the kitchen drawers for the corkscrew. “Aha, there you are!”

“Is he okay?” Eddie asks from where he"s perched on a stool on the other side of the island countertop. “He’s nervous?”

“Oh, no, he"s fine. He’s just been getting himself ready.” He looks up from the wine bottle to shoot Eddie a pointed look and Eddie"s brows creep up in understanding. He finishes pouring each of them a glass of wine as Evan slowly makes his way in from the hallway, color high in his cheeks and the crotch of his jeans tellingly snug. Tommy holds out a glass for him, brushing their fingers together as Evan takes it. “Right on time, sweetheart.”

Evan takes a long drink, his Adam"s apple jumping in his throat as he swallows. “Thanks. Hey Eds.” 

“Hi Buck,” Eddie"s reply comes slowly, distracted, and his eyes are glued to the slight bulge in Evan’s jeans. 

“Uh, my face is a bit north of there, man.” 

Tommy has to stifle his amused grin in the rim of his wine glass, he takes another sip as Eddie"s head shoots up and he locks eyes with Evan. “Sorry. Yeah, no, totally. Hey Buck.”

Evan starts to laugh before he cuts off with a soft hiss and adjusts his stance. Tommy"s fairly sure he just saw Evan’s cock jump behind his zipper, the poor boy. 

“It’s just, you know,” Eddie continues, his gaze dipping low again. “It’s like the first time I"m ever seeing you with a boner. I think.”

Tommy comes to stand beside Evan, looping his arm around Evan’s trim waist. “Well, if tonight goes to plan, you"ll be well acquainted by the time we"re done.”

“Babe.”

“Sweetheart, the man is here to fuck you, don’t get shy now.” He drops a swift kiss to Evan’s warm cheek and steals his half-full wine glass to deposit on the counter along with his own. “Speaking of which, shall we?” Eddie stands up so fast the chair beneath him wobbles, the sound of the legs clattering loudly against the wooden floor as they both stare at him. “Well, it’s good to see you’re eager.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m totally cool.” Eddie smirks at him and shrugs. He snatches the paper bag of condoms off the counter and moves towards them, stopping only inches from being pressed chest to chest with Evan. Tommy watches as Eddie’s eyes trail down Evan’s face, lingering on his lips and the bob of his throat as he swallows. “After you.” 

Tommy laces Evan’s fingers with his and starts to lead him down the hallway to their bedroom, he looks back when Evan doesn’t move, their hands caught in the air between them. “Evan?”

With his eyes tightly closed and his bottom lip bitten white between his teeth, Evan takes a deep breath in through his nose. He opens his eyes and spears Tommy with a desperate look, “Tommy, I have just spent like thirty minutes putting the biggest plug I own in my ass. I cannot move that fast, I don’t know what’ll happen.”

Bright laughter sounds from behind Evan and Eddie moves to stand at his side, eyes glittering in amusement, “Need me to carry you, Buck? I am specially trained.”

“Oh fuck you, Eddie.”

Eddie rocks forward on his toes, his expression turning hot, “Not me, babe.”

Leaning against the wall, arms folded loosely over his chest, Tommy just watches as Evan rolls his eyes and gives in. Eddie crouches to get Evan over his shoulder, his strong thighs pulling at the seams of his jeans as he pushes himself to stand again, his arm looping across Evan’s upper thighs. Evan releases a whimpering moan and Tommy can see his hands scrabbling at the back of Eddie’s shirt as he begins to walk. “Oh fuck. Oh my god.” They pass him and Evan looks up at him with wide eyes, his cheeks bright red as another moan rips from his throat.

“Where do you want him?” Eddie calls from inside the bedroom.

“Put me down Eddie, god, this is so embarrassing.” 

Tommy walks through the door to see Evan standing freely as he shoves half-heartedly at Eddie’s shoulder, the tent in his jeans obscenely visible. He feels his own cock stir at how disheveled his boy looks, god he can’t wait to see him beg. Evan looks over as he stalks towards him, coming right up into his space and grasping his chin with one hand. His lips descend on Evan’s in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue pushing into Evan’s mouth over and over as Evan’s head tilts back and small groans escape when their lips part.

“You’re looking a little hard up there, sweetheart,” Tommy runs a teasing hand over Evan’s torso and down to cup his clothed cock, squeezing lightly. His hand drags back up as he moves behind Evan, slipping under the hem of his shirt. With a soft kiss to the nape of his neck he tugs Evan’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it towards the open bathroom door. Tommy presses himself up against Evan’s back, his hardening cock nestled in the cleft of Evan’s ass and his hands planted on his hips. He angles his head to whisper in Evan’s ear as his eyes lock with Eddie’s, “Kiss him.”

Eddie’s lips part, his tongue sweeping over the lower one as he steps forward, trapping Evan between them. His hands come up to cup Evan’s cheeks, his long fingers wrapping around the bolt of Evan’s jaw as he tugs him forward into a kiss. It’s not one Tommy would call chaste by any measure yet it’s still close-mouthed, their lips pressing together time and time again until Tommy squeezes at Evan’s hips and his mouth drops open on a groan. The flash of Eddie’s tongue delving into Evan’s mouth has him rocking against Evan, a groan of his own rumbling in his chest. 

“Fuck baby, listen to you, you want it so bad.” Tommy grazes his teeth over Evan’s trap muscle just to feel Evan shiver in his arms. Eddie steps away and Evan’s head tilts like he wants to follow but he’s stopped by the hold Tommy has on him, his hands coming around to slip the button of Evan’s jeans free and drag the zipper down over his erection. He looks at Eddie over Evan’s shoulder, watching as Eddie pulls his own shirt off, “I think Evan’s been hard for long enough don’t you? Wouldn’t want him to lose it the second we’re inside him.”

A hot grin crosses Eddie’s face as he moves in close again. His eyes flash to Tommy’s before looking back at Evan. “Oh we definitely wouldn’t want that. What do you want, Buck? You want me to jerk you off?” He sweeps his hand over Evan’s open fly before retracting it, his grin widening at Evan’s broken whine. “Or maybe, maybe you want me on my knees?” 

Evan’s chest swells as he sucks in a deep breath, “You’d do that?” He asks, his breathy voice laced with wonder.

Instead of answering him, Eddie throws Evan a wink and sinks to his knees. He snakes his hands up Evan’s legs, over his calves and slowly up his tense thighs, to hook his fingers in the open fastening of Evan’s jeans. He tugs gently, brows raised in question as he looks up at Evan.

“Please. Yeah, Eddie, do it.” 

Tommy steps back to give Eddie room to pull Evan’s clothes off, securing his hands over Evan’s ribs to keep him steady as he lifts one foot then the other. Once he’s standing naked between them, Tommy runs a finger down Evan’s spine, all the way to the cleft of his firm, round ass. His fingertip grazes the base of the plug, and Evan gasps when he taps it firmly. Fuck, he’s so hard for him, he can’t wait to make Evan moan on his cock. 

“Fuck, Eds.” 

Evan goes lax against him and Tommy looks over his shoulder to see Eddie shuttling one hand up and down Evan’s erection, the shiny red tip popping through his fist on every downstroke. He anchors one hand on Evan’s hip and winds the other around his body, across his ribs and up his chest to run his fingertips lightly over Evan’s throat, finally ending their journey spayed along his jawbone. With a gentle pressure he turns Evan’s head towards him, his upper body twisting slightly to follow and brings their lips together. He kisses Evan deeply, his tongue sweeping teasingly into his mouth. A groan spills from Evan’s throat and he knows Eddie’s just taken Evan into his mouth. 

He pulls away, kissing lightly over Evan’s shoulder and down his spine as he moves himself to his knees. He takes a moment to whip his shirt off, throwing it over to lay with Evan’s near the bathroom door. His hands run up the back of Evan’s thighs then higher to knead at his ass cheeks. He leans in, biting softly at one cheek just to make Evan jump, before he spreads Evan, revealing the long, handle-like base of the plug laying in a line in the valley of his cheeks. He hooks his fingers around the plug, tugging on it and watching it pull at Evan’s hole from the inside.

Above him, Evan moans, his hands on Eddie as he tilts forward to give Tommy more room. Taking the hint, Tommy leans in, swiping his tongue wetly around the neck of the plug and Evan’s rim. Before he moves in again, he sits back on his heel, looking up at the back of Evan’s head.

“Baby, is this lube…peach flavored?”

Evan lets out a choked laugh above him and looks over his shoulder, “I, ah, I thought it was, mm, appropriate.”

He just hums in response and buries his face in Evan’s ass again, tugging at and licking around the plug, sucking wet kisses to his sensitive skin as Evan moans endlessly, caught in a pleasure trap between him and Eddie. A hand plants itself on the top of his head, Evan’s fingers splaying out over the back of his skull and he lets himself be pulled closer, pressed deeper against Evan until Evan is rising up on his toes, thighs trembling as he cries out.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come! Eds, I’m gon-ahhh.”     

He keeps his face pressed against Evan’s trembling form, sucking messily at his rim, only pausing when Evan’s grip tightens in his hair and his boy whimpers out a plea for him to stop. He pulls away with one last teasing tug of the plug inside him, rising to his feet to cradle Evan against his chest. 

“Feel better baby?”

Evan nods, his head lolling over Tommy’s shoulder until he can press a soft kiss to Tommy’s cheek, “So good, thank you Da-Tommy.” Tommy feels Evan’s body tense slightly at his slip, clearly he’s not ready for Eddie to become acquainted with that particular kink of his just yet. He strokes his hands over Evan’s skin, soothing him with a gentle press of his lips to Evan’s temple.

“You were so good, baby, so good for me and for Eddie. You gonna say thank you to him as well?”

Eddie climbs to his own feet, wiping at his swollen bottom lip with a thumb, his cheeks flushed red and his hair a mess from where Evan had clearly had his hand threaded in it. He presses in close, his hands going to Evan’s hips, the backs of his fingers grazing over Tommy’s abdomen. Evan inhales at the contact, his head coming up so he can meet Eddie’s gaze. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, Buck. Tommy’s right, you did amazing for me. You tasted so good.”

“Oh god,” Evan groans weakly, dropping his forehead to Eddie"s collarbone, “there"s two of you.”

They both chuckle at that and Tommy catches Eddie"s eye, shifting Evan’s weight his way, “Can you hold him for a sec?” Eddie"s eyebrows twitch in acknowledgement and Tommy steps away. 

He makes his way into the bathroom to wash his mouth out. He"s not sure if kissing him is something Eddie wants to explore, but it"s only polite to be prepared for it, and while Evan may no longer have any qualms about kissing after he"s been eaten out, but Tommy knows it"s not for everyone. He spits the mouthwash into the sink and looks up to assess himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed with arousal and his lips are red, a little kiss bruised, and there’s spit and lube drying on his chin and in his chest hair. He wets a washcloth and swipes it over himself as he looks at his reflection, he can see the bedroom through the open bathroom door and angles himself slightly, catching sight of Evan and Eddie, the two men still standing where he left them. Evan’s arms are looped lazily over Eddie"s shoulders and Eddie has his face tucked against his throat, Tommy assumes he"s sucking at Evan’s pulse point from the way his eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open. 

As if he knows he"s being watched, Evan’s eyes drift open, his gaze locking with Tommy"s in the mirror and Tommy grins at him before turning away. He tugs at the fastenings of his jeans, shoving them down his legs and stepping out of them as he returns to the bedroom, grazing a hand across Eddie"s lower back as he passes them on this way to the bed. He snags a bottle of lube from the side table and places it at the foot of the bed. 

“You boys ready for the main event?”

Evan turns in Eddie"s hold so they"re both facing him, there"s a little bruise reddening on the side of his throat, still shiny with spit, and Tommy wants to put his mouth on it. He holds a hand out and Evan steps towards him, steady on his feet now, pressing himself to Tommy’s body, their hard cocks sliding together. 

“How should we do this?” Evan asks as he looks over to the bed, eyes landing on the bottle of lube sitting innocently on the sheets. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and glances up at Tommy.

“Well, I don"t know how much experience Eddie has with this sort of thing.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking at Eddie as he walks across the room to join them.

“Uh, exactly zero.”

“So,” He cups Evan’s jaw and presses his thumb to the center of his bottom lip before slipping the digit in to tease against the tip of his tongue, “I was thinking you could sit on Eddie’s cock while I stand behind you and fuck the life out of you. How does that sound?” 

Evan sucks in a breath and nods, dislodging Tommy’s thumb from his mouth, “Yes please.”

He smiles hotly and presses a hungry kiss to Evan’s lips, “Good boy.” 

The sound of fabric rustling draws their attention and they both glance over to watch Eddie stripping off the rest of his clothes. He walks around them, their gaze following his path, until he drops to sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread and his hard cock on display. He leans back on his hands and runs his eyes slowly up Evan’s body, a playful smirk plastered on his face. “You wanna ride me, Buck?”

Evan makes a strangled sound and rubs a hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushing. “God, you have no fucking idea.”

Eddie laughs delightedly and flops onto his back, reaching up behind him to snag a pillow, settling it comfortably behind his head. Tommy watches as he then drags a hand down over his tanned chest and hard abs, his fingers slipping through the trail of hair leading to his cock before taking himself in hand to stroke slowly, teasingly, his focus still trained on Evan. “Then what are you waiting for, babe?”

Before Eddie’s barely finished speaking Evan is stepping towards him. He gets one knee up on the edge of the mattress when he freezes, a moan ripping free from his throat. “Oh fuuuck, the plug.” He throws a hand down for balance, another moan slipping out as he bends at the waist, and waves his other hand behind himself, “Tommy, please, help me.”

With a stifled laugh Tommy helps Evan get his other leg up on the bed and get himself situated over Eddie’s lap, leaning forward on his hands, ass in the air. The base of the plug peaks out from between Evan’s slightly spread cheeks and Tommy runs his fingers over it, making Evan squirm. “One second sweetheart,” He murmurs and turns, searching the floor for the bag of condoms Eddie brought with him. He spies it half covered by Eddie’s t-shirt and goes to retrieve it, pulling a few foil packets from the box inside the bag. “Put one on,” he directs to Eddie, and tosses the condoms to land on the bed beside him. 

Anticipation builds hotly in his gut, part of him still not really believing they"re about to do this. He returns to Evan, running warm hands up his thighs and over his lower back and Evan sighs. His fingers drift back to the plug, hooking around either side of the base, “You ready baby?” He asks, tugging on it lightly.

Evan’s back arches a little, pushing his ass out even more and Tommy takes a moment to admire the smooth lines of his body, the way Evan’s pale skin pulls over his toned muscles, every part of him perfectly honed for the physical job he has. “Mm, yeah, do it. Want you to fuck me. Need it.”

Below Evan, Eddie props himself up on an elbow, jolting the grip Tommy has on the plug which makes Evan moan. He brings his free hand up to cup Evan’s cheek and pulls him in for a kiss. Tommy listens to the slick sounds of their lips moving against each other for a moment then uses Evan’s distraction to start removing the plug from his body. It really is big, his hole growing more and more open as he slips the thickest part of the plug out. Evan breaks from Eddie’s kiss to cry out, his head dropping to burrow in Eddie’s throat, his words coming out muffled when he speaks, “Fuuuck, god, Tommy. Please.”

“You’re doing so good, baby. Don’t you think Eddie?”

Eddie makes eye contact over Evan’s shoulder, his pupils blown wide with arousal, color high in his cheeks. He cards his fingers into Evan’s hair, tilting his head to speak into Evan’s ear. “You’re being so good for us, Buck.” He pulls Evan’s earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently before releasing it. “Can’t fucking wait to be inside you, it’s gonna be unreal.”   

Evan whimpers and pushes his hips back, the plug slipping back inside him. Tommy pulls more firmly at the base, the widest part of the finally coming free from Evan’s body as his boy groans into Eddie’s neck. The plug slides out easily now and Tommy knows Evan will be taking Eddie’s cock and at least a couple of his fingers with no issue. He drops the plug on the bed sheets and picks up the bottle of lube instead. He coats his fingers and takes Eddie’s cock in hand, stroking up the thick appendage, slicking the way for Evan.

“Evan, sweetheart, sit back for me.” 

Evan does as he’s told, shuffling back on his knees to hover over Eddie’s pelvis. Tommy guides Eddie’s cock to press against his hole and Evan seats himself fully in one long, slow slide, his hands braced on Eddie’s pecs. 

“Fuck, Buck, that’s so good.” Eddie groans, dropping back onto the mattress and curving his hands around Evan’s hips. He thrusts upwards a few times, Evan pushing back to meet him. 

It’s such an erotic sight, Evan’s creamy skin contrasting softly with the pale gold of Eddie’s, his hole swallowing Eddie’s cock, shiny lube coating his flushed rim. Tommy teases his fingers over where their bodies join and Evan slows their movements until he’s still, waiting for Tommy to do something. With the barest amount of pressure he inserts a finger into Evan’s hole, it goes in easily, sliding along Eddie’s condom covered cock, and Evan’s hips rock slightly. 

“M-more, Tommy. I can take another.” 

“Yeah? You want more, baby?” He steps closer, dotting little kissing along the back of Evan’s shoulders and the nape of his neck. Evan’s whispered yeah has him easing another finger inside his boy. “How you doing Eddie?”

Eddie’s fingers dig into Evan’s hips and he thrusts up almost involuntarily, a breathy groan escaping from him, “Yeah, fuck, he’s so tight already.”

Tommy’s chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Just wait, it’s going to get even better.” He spends the next several minutes stretching Evan’s rim, plunging into his warm channel over and over until a third finger has enough room to slide in with little resistance. Evan’s hips rock on his fingers and Eddie’s cock, little grunts spilling from his lips as he moves, his spine arched enticingly. 

“God, just fuck me already. Please Tommy.” 

“You’re sure?” He doesn’t want to move too fast, sure they’re done this before with toys but Eddie is a little thicker than their biggest dildo and he doesn’t want to hurt Evan, even unintentionally. 

Evan groans, dropping his head to hang between his tense arms. “Please, I want you to.” He pushes his hips back again and again, the slick lube making his movements glide. 

Eddie’s body twitches under them, his cock jerking against Tommy’s finger inside Evan. “God, Tommy, fuck him already. He’s so desperate for it. Look at him.”

Tommy does, twisting his body around to take in the sight. Evan’s skin is flushed pink all over his collarbones and throat, sweat pricking up along his hairline. His eyes are tightly closed and his bottom lip is drawn between his teeth, bitten white. Tommy straightens, stepping even closer to the bed, one leg pressed along the inside of Eddie’s calf. He brings his other foot up to rest on the mattress in line with where Evan’s knee digs into the sheets. Picking up the lube he coats his cock and drips more down Evan’s crack, making him twitch with the cool sensation. 

“Okay, I need you to stay still, baby, let me do all the work.” Evan nods and Tommy can tell he’s consciously relaxing his body, readying himself for the press of Tommy’s cock against his hole. Tommy has to crouch slightly to get the right angle and once he’s ready he notches the head of his cock against his rim. He runs his free hand soothingly up Evan’s spine to close over his shoulder and presses forward. Evan’s hole resists for a moment, already full with Eddie’s cock, before it finally gives and his tip slides in. A sharp gasp has him pausing, his thumb rubbing over the nape of Evan’s neck. “Breathe, Evan. Take a deep breath for me baby.”

Evan does, his chest expanding and his whole lower body relaxing. “I’m okay, keep going.”

“Good boy, Evan.” Tommy croons, driving carefully forward until he’s in Evan to the hilt. “So good.”

They hang in that moment, Evan speared on their cocks, trembling and beautiful. Tommy begins a slow, steady rocking of his hips, his cock gliding against Eddie’s within the clutch of Evan’s body. 

“Shiiiit.” Eddie breathes out, one of his hands releasing Evan’s hip to cup his pec. “You’re so tight Buck, fuck, you’re killing me.”

“I-I, oh god, I’m so f-full.” Evan gasps with every thrust of Tommy’s hips, the slide of his cock pressing Eddie to Evan’s prostate again and again. Almost like he can’t help it, Evan begins to shift minutely, small motions of his hips chasing an even greater pleasure. 

Beneath them Eddie is groaning, his head thrown back against the pillow, his eyes trained intently on Evan above. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, god Buck.” Eddie’s hand drops From Evan’s chest to push up against the front of his pelvis, his fingers splayed wide.

“He’s right, baby, I told you to let me do all the work.” Tommy rumbles in Evan’s ear as he slides one arm around his ribs and moves the other from his shoulder to wrap gently around Evan’s throat, pulling Evan’s back up to meet his chest, never ceasing the deep drive of his cock into his boy’s hole. “Are you going to be a good boy for us?”

Fingers clutch at his wrist and Evan releases a shuddering exhale, “Yes, Daddy.”

Inside Evan, Eddie’s cock jerks, blood-hot and hard, against his own. Tommy glances down to gauge his reaction at Evan’s words. His eyes are wide and locked on Tommy’s, his mouth open on a moan.

“Fuck. Christ, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Do it, Eddie” Tommy encourages him, rocking his hips faster, grinding their cocks together.

Evan whines, his fingernails digging into Eddie’s chest, and they both curse as Evan squeezes his hole around them. “Eddie, c-come in me. P-please Eddie.”  

Eddie’s whole body jolts, his cock pushing even deeper inside Evan, and he cries out, shaking through his orgasm. His skin is flushed and sweaty as he collapses back into the pillow, every breath is a groan as Tommy continues to fuck against his oversensitive cock. Finally his face screws up and he bats weakly at the leg Tommy has on the bed, “Time out, fuck, Tommy.”

“No, no, don’t stop,” Evan sobs out, “I’m so close, please.”

Tommy turns Evan’s face to bring their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, swallowing down the unhappy sounds of his pleasure being denied as he slows his thrusts before coming to a stop. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart, I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

“No, Daddy, please, I’ve been so good, you said!”

“And you have. I’m so proud of you baby, taking us so well.” He runs a soothing hand over Evan’s belly as he carefully pulls his aching cock free of Evan’s hole. He doesn’t want to stop either, his cock is flushed an angry red and his balls are so fucking tight, but Eddie’s just come and he’s pretty sure the man has another one in him, so he’s going to do whatever he can to bring his boy the most pleasure. “Eddie needs a break, baby. You’ll get to come, soon, I promise.” 

Evan goes limp in his arms and Tommy gently tips him forward and to the side so Eddie slides from his loose hole as he lays Evan beside him on the bed. Eddie rolls to his side, draping an arm over Evan’s chest and resting a hand on his cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “Thank you Buck, that was amazing.” He brings Evan’s slack lips to his own in a sweet kiss.

“Eds,” Evan whispers against Eddie’s mouth, “I wanna come, please.”

Eddie’s eyes immediately dart to Tommy where he’s half kneeling at the foot of the bed. He gives a slow shake of his head and Eddie’s eyebrows go up in acknowledgment. “Sorry Buck, we need to be good, babe.”

With a groan Evan rolls onto his back, throwing an arm over his face with a huff. Tommy just smirks at his little tantrum and runs his eyes over Evan’s body. His heaving chest is flushed and blotchy, and his nipples pulled into tight peaks. His gaze travels down to Evan’s straining cock, the tip is shiny wet and almost purple, he’s so hard, and Tommy is almost annoyed at himself for deciding that Evan’s not allowed to come yet.

He pushes himself off the bed to stand, studiously ignoring the way his heavy erection slaps against his hip. “We all need water, I’ll be right back.” He walks slowly to the kitchen in the dark, they never shut the blinds but he’s not all that worried about being seen right now. With a deep breath he opens the refrigerator and lets the cool air waft over his body, goosebumps erupting across his overheated flesh. He stands there until the refrigerator beeps at him in warning then stoops to collect a couple bottles of water, holding them low on his stomach to help cool himself off even further. It appears to be an effective tactic, his cock no longer on a hair trigger.      

Stepping back into the bedroom he sees that the others have shifted further up the bed in his absence. Eddie’s stripped the spent condom from his cock and he’s now kneeling to one side over Evan, hands braced on the pillows either side of his head. They’ve been kissing, Tommy can tell from his glazed look in Evan’s eyes and his shiny, plush bottom lip. They look good together, sex-rumpled and handsome. He’s glad Eddie agreed to do this with them, he doesn’t think it would be this good with anyone else. 

He makes his way to the bed, sitting on the other side of Evan. He hands one bottle off to Eddie and cracks the cap on the other, slipping one hand behind Evan’s head to hold him up as he tilts the lip of the bottle against his mouth. Evan drinks deeply, hitching himself up onto an elbow as he does, some of the water spilling from his lips to run down his chin. 

“Thank you.” Evan smiles softly at Tommy, his earlier desperation has faded and his boy just looks happy and pleasantly aroused now. “I needed that. You were right.” 

“What was that?” He raises a playful eyebrow, and Evan laughs, half-heartedly swatting at Tommy’s knee.

“I love you, thank you for taking care of me.”

Tommy bends down to capture Evan’s lips with his own, gently teasing his tongue between them before he pulls back to murmur against his mouth, “Always, Evan. I love you too.”

The sound of a throat clearing draws them apart and Eddie just grins, “Sorry, this is cute and all, I was just feeling a little left out.”

“Oh?” Tommy looks over at him, sitting up again,  “Would this make you feel better?” He asks, and leans across Evan to wrap a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling him into a lingering close-mouthed kiss. Eddie’s lips are slightly chapped and his stubble scratches at Tommy’s bottom lip but it’s a pleasant experience nonetheless. 

Evan makes a soft sound of exclamation below them and they pull apart to look down at him, “Don’t stop, this is really fucking hot.” And sure enough, there’s a fresh dribble of pre-come on Evan’s belly where his cock is laying.

“You liked that? Watching us?” Eddie asks him, then Tommy watches as he reaches down to wipe his index finger through the slick little puddle and brings it to his lip, his tongue coming out to lick it up. He catches Tommy’s eye and leans in again.

This time the kiss is a slow tangle of their tongues, Evan’s flavor passing from Eddie’s mouth to his. Eddie lets him lead, groans softly as Tommy nips at his lips and slides his tongue deep into Eddie’s mouth. Evan lets out a breathy moan below them and Tommy feels a hand slide up over his chest to tangle in the hair at the base of his skull, pulling down lightly. He and Eddie break apart again as Evan tugs them down, bringing them into a three-way kiss. It’s messy and a little confusing, barely even kissing really, as they mouth and lick at each other.

Evan pulls away first, dropping back onto the bed with a laugh. “That looks way hotter in porn.” He giggles, wiping the back of his hand over his wet mouth. “Speaking of, someone needs to fuck me soon or I’m taking matters into my own hands. Literally.”

“Okay, sweetheart, I think we’ve made you wait long enough. Eddie, you good to go again?”

Eddie reaches down to stroke at his half-hard cock, the organ filling more as he teases at himself. “Definitely ready, where do you want me?”

Tommy tugs Evan over to straddle his hips, running his hands down Evan’s sides to knead at his ass. “You want to do the honors?” He asks, spreading Evan’s cheeks to expose his hole.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Eddie knee walks over the mattress, collecting a condom along the way, to settle himself behind Evan, his knees bracketing Tommy’s legs. Tommy watches as he slips the condom over his erection, the wrapper floating to the floor beside the bed, his eyes locked on Evan’s ready hole. He reaches out, and from the way Evan squirms and exhales heavily, he’s playing with Evan’s rim, testing and teasing at him. “Where’d the lube go?”

Tommy stretches an arm over to pull at the bedside drawers, plucking another bottle out and tossing it to Eddie who catches it easily one handed. The cap clicks and Evan moans, dropping to bury his face in the curve where Tommy’s shoulder meets his neck. He rocks his hips back, dragging his leaking cock over Tommy’s abs, as he tries to take Eddie’s fingers deeper. Tommy’s skin feels tight and warm everywhere Evan is touching him, and his pulse pounds when Evan mouths at his throat, half kissing half moaning as Eddie makes sure he’s ready to take them both again.

Intently focused on Evan’s reactions, Tommy jumps a little when a stream of cool liquid runs down his cock and over his balls. Eddie murmurs a quick apology and wraps a hand around him, getting him nice and slick, before notching him at Evan’s entrance. Evan automatically starts to push back, taking the head of Tommy’s cock into his body and sighing when it slips deeper and deeper inside. He’s so slick, so warm, and Tommy lets out a groan of his own when Evan clenches down on him and rolls his hips, fucking himself back on Tommy’s cock.

“You want it Buck? You ready?” Eddie breathes out, dragging the head of his cock over the place where Evan and Tommy are joined. 

Evan groans and pushes up onto his hands, his flushed face hovering over Tommy’s, their eyes locked. “Yeah, come on Eds, I wanna feel it.”

With careful, steady pressure, Eddie pushes his cock against Evan’s rim, pushing down on Tommy’s own cock trying to make room for himself. After a long moment he pops inside and Evan lets out a high sound, biting down on his bottom lip until it turns white. Tommy reaches a hand up to release it, drawing him into a kiss instead, swallowing down his moans as Eddie drives himself deeper inside. 

“Holy shit, Buck. You’re still so tight.” Eddie shuffles forward a little on his knees, getting himself settled, before he grips at Evan’s hips and begins to tug Evan back onto his cock. Evan lets himself be guided, rocking forward when Eddie moves him and crying out as the head of Tommy’s cock brushes over his prostate. 

“Oh god, Ed-Eddie, fuck, don’t stop.”

Fuck, Tommy desperately wants to drive his own hips up, to fuck his straining cock in to Evan’s stretched out hole. He digs his heels into the mattress to keep himself from shifting, and drags Evan into another kiss, threading his fingers into his sweaty curls instead. He slides his other hand down Evan’s body, over the sensitive skin of his ribs and his trembling abs, to land on his thigh. He digs his fingertips into the solid muscle of Evan’s hamstring and helps Eddie move him on their cocks.

The room is filled with sounds of their bodies moving against each other, the slap of sweaty skin on sweaty skin, and the rhythmless pattern of grunts and moans as they each wind higher and higher. The headboard knocks against the bedroom wall and, not for the first time, Tommy is glad they no longer have close neighbors to worry about.  

Tommy pulls back to suck kisses down Evan’s neck, closing his mouth over the red mark Eddie left there what feels like hours ago. Evan whimpers in his ear, his nails scrabbling at Tommy’s shoulders as he finally closes in on his orgasm.

“God, sweetheart, you’re taking us so well. Your hole was made for this, baby.”

“D-Daddy I-I-I.” Evan can’t get the words out, his eyes glassy and unfocused, his cock is leaking a steady stream of pre-come over Tommy’s abs.

Tommy runs his thumb soothingly over Evan’s cheekbone, “What do you need baby?”

“C-come, I need to come.”

God, so does Tommy, his balls are so tight and the pleasure is building to an inferno low in his stomach. He bites at Evan’s slack bottom lip. “You can baby, whenever you like.”

“More,” Evan gasps out, “Hand, p-please.”

Evan’s body jolts forward as Eddie drapes himself over his back, pressing a kiss to his spine before he asks, voice strained, “Our cocks not enough for you, babe?” 

Tommy’s cock jerks as Evan clenches down on them, sobbing out his next few breaths as he rocks back against Eddie’s thrusts. “Please.”

Tommy tears his eyes away, if he watches Evan coming apart like this, red-faced and unfathomably desperate, he’s going to shoot his load right now. He wants, no, needs Evan to come first. His gaze catches on the mirror, their bodies angled perfectly for him to see they way Eddie pistons his hips into Evan’s greedy hole, lust spikes through him like an electrical shock.

“Evan, baby,” Tommy takes Evan’s face in his hand, gripping his cheeks so his red-bitten mouth pouts out, “Look,” He turns Evan’s head so he can see their reflection too. “Watch how good you take us, see baby, you’re so fucking good for us.”

“Ohhh, fuck. Daddy, oh god, I’m gonna- Daddy, I’m coming.”

A broken moan escapes Evan’s throat and his whole body shudders and shakes. His nails dig into Tommy’s skin and his eyes screw shut as he comes, cock spurting out rope after rope of hot come over Tommy’s stomach. 

The pressure of Evan’s hole clamping down as his whole body goes taut has Tommy groaning through his own release. He gives in to the overwhelming desire to move and pumps his hips once, twice as he spills into Evan’s body, the drag of Eddie’s cock against his own drawing out his pleasure even more. “Fuck, Evan. God.”

The only response he gets is a whimper as Evan collapses against his chest, his back heaving with his deep breaths. The occasional shudder rolling through his body as Tommy’s cock is pressed against his over-sensitive prostate thanks to Eddie’s increasingly unsteady thrusts. 

“Shit,” Eddie pants out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Evan throws a hand back to try and grab at Eddie’s hip, a desperate sound coming from his throat, “Wait, wait, too much.”

Eddie groans and stills, and Tommy can see how hard it is for him to do that. His hands shake where they grip Evan’s hips and he’s panting like he just ran up a twenty flights of stairs but he gives Evan the pause he needs. Shakily, Evan lifts himself up and pulls himself free of their cocks with a long moan. He rolls to the side and flops down beside Tommy. “C’mere Eds.” He beckons and raises his trembling legs in the air. 

His boy is so shaky and fucked out that Tommy turns and loops a hand under Evan’s thigh, taking the weight from him as Eddie positions himself between his spread thighs and thrusts back in. Tommy can hear the slick sounds of Eddie fucking into Evan, through the copious amount of lube they used and Tommy’s own come. Over and over until Evan is letting out a long, continuous whine as Eddie moves inside him.

It doesn’t take long before Eddie is coming, his hips hard up against Evan’s ass as he grinds out his last few thrusts, red-faced and dripping with sweat as he gasps Evans name. Tommy helps guide him to Evan’s other side when he’s finally spent, falling heavily on the mattress as his eyes closed in exhausted pleasure.     

They all lay there, the sounds of their breathing loud in the quiet of the room, the scent of sex hanging in the air. Much like Eddie, Evan has his eyes closed, a blissful expression on his face as his muscles twitch involuntarily every so often, still coming down from his orgasm and the oversensitive aftermath. Tommy knows he should get up, get a warm cloth to wipe Evan down but he doesn’t want to move from Evan’s side or from this moment. Besides, his legs feel shaky enough laying down that he’s not even sure he could get up right now if he wanted to.

Evan makes a sound like he wants to speak then goes quiet again, blinking his eyes open to look at Tommy, a soft smile gracing his face. He reaches out a hand to cup Evan’s cheek, tilting forward to press, gentle, sipping kisses to his lips. “You were so good, baby. Such a good boy for us.” He whispers the words against Evan’s lips and feels when Evan smiles again in response. 

“He’s right, Buck. You were incredible.” Eddie drops a kiss to the point of Evan’s shoulder and sweeps a hand down his side soothingly, “One question though.” Eddie pauses and Evan looks over at him, humming. “Daddy?”

Evan groans, and rolls to bury himself face-first into Tommy’s neck, “Pretend you never heard that, please.” Eddie chuckles as Tommy wraps his arms around his boy, a smug smile on his face as he winks at Eddie.

Yeah, Eddie was definitely the right choice.