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Evan is midway through getting dinner for the night prepared when Eddie shows up. Soft music is playing through the otherwise quiet loft, and when the knock comes, he calls out for Eddie to let himself in. The other man has his own key, and when he enters, he slips the door shut behind himself.
“Hey,” Eddie states, looking at the ingredients on the countertop before he glances up at Evan, walking across the kitchen. “Plans tonight?”
Evan nods, moving to the sink to rinse his hands. He glances up at the clock and then back over at Eddie. “Tommy gets off in about two hours, so we’re doing dinner in and then we might meet up with Maddie and Chim.”
Eddie nods back, continuing to look over everything.
“What’re you going to do tonight,” Evan asks. He finishes rinsing his hands and wipes them before moving back to the counter.
Eddie shrugs. “No major plans. Figured I’d see what you guys were up to, but it seems like you’re busy.”
Evan studies him for a moment before he starts working together some of the vegetables on the counter into a salad bowl.
“I’m sorry, Eds,” he replies. “We should do something on Tuesday night. Tommy’s taking an extra shift for one of his coworkers so we can put towards our vacation next month.”
Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, which makes Evan furrow his brow at his best friend. He gives him a sympathetic smile.
“Hey man, what’s up,” Evan asks. “You can still talk to me.”
Eddie looks up at him from the other side of the counter. He seems…annoyed.
“Can I?” Eddie asks, his tone letting on the irritation. “I mean seriously, can I, Buck? Seems like every time I turn around, you’re tied up with Tommy,” he states. “Either literally or figuratively.”
Evan presses his lips together as his eyebrows set deeper, staring back at Eddie. His head bobs back slightly, a little put off by Eddie’s choice of words.
“I mean I’m sorry, Eddie,” he responds. “Am I just supposed to not keep living my life because yours is a mess at the moment? I’m trying to make space for you, but-..”
“But I’m not Tommy,” Eddie cuts him off. “Or Maddie. Or Jee-Yun. Fuck, Buck, even Hen sees more action from you than I do.”
Evan flinches at the statements being thrown at him. It’s hardly that he doesn’t care about Eddie, he’s just been in a busy season lately. Between trying to spend as much time with Tommy as possible during their mutual time off and all the duties that come with being a sibling and a firefighter, his schedule has been crazy lately. Still, he can feel Eddie’s eyes on him, and they feel strangely like judgment. It’s an odd feeling, given that he can count on one hand how many times he’s ever truly felt like the other man was judging him, but there’s no hiding it this time. Eddie’s emotions are clear on his face.
Eddie comes around the counter as Evan is pouring lettuce into the salad bowl. Eddie grabs the smaller bowl and yanks it, sending chopped veggies into the air and on the floor. The act makes Evan huff with irritation.
“You’re not even paying attention right now,” he growls.
“Look, Eddie,” Evan tries, lifting his hands up in surrender as he takes a step back. Eddie’s eyes trail from his eyes down to his lips, his chest, and then back up at him. Evan doesn’t like the way it feels. Something about the entire moment feels uncomfortable to him.
Eddie sets the bowl on the counter and puts his hands on Evan’s ribs, pushing him back towards the fridge. His grip is firm, leaving little room for movement.
“Eddie, man, what’re you doing,” Evan stammers nervously, his brow furrowed in both confusion and mild disgust.
“I mean, apparently I have to get on Tommy’s level to get your attention,” Eddie replies once Evan is pressed into the refrigerator. He leans forward and kisses Evan on the corner of his mouth, but there’s nothing sweet about it. It feels predatory and entirely uncomfortable. Evan blinks rapidly a few times, leaning away from the gesture and cringing.
“Eddie, I think you’re confused,” he tells him. He pushes his hands into Eddie’s chest to try and get him to back up. “I’m really not-”
Eddie’s hands move quickly to his shoulders, and he pulls Evan forward a few inches and then slams him back into the refrigerator hard enough that it knocks the wind out of Evan’s chest. He flinches at the way his head hits the fridge. Eddie is crowding his space more then, pushing his lips bruisingly against Evan’s mouth with his hands moving down Evan’s body in a gripping manner, sliding underneath the hem of his shirt, against his abs, to his hips. Eddie’s body is pressed up against Evan’s from chest to crotch and it’s making something rise up in Evan that he can’t quite place yet. He jerks his head away enough to get a breath.
“Damn it, Eddie,” Evan states angrily, managing to get enough strength in his own hands to shove his friend off of him. “I don’t know what’s come over you, but this is not appropriate, nor is it something I’m cool with, and I know Tommy wouldn’t be either.” He walks around the side of the counter toward the balcony doors. “I think you should leave. Maybe give Frank a call.”
Eddie sets his jaw as he looks at Evan. There’s fury in his eyes that Evan can’t really make sense of as he gestures towards his door. He lets out a singular, haughty laugh, mumbling something about ‘unbelievable’ before walking around the counter towards Evan, and then turning towards the door.
“Leave your key too, please,” Evan requests, scrubbing a hand down the back of his head. “I-I’m not comfortable with you having it at the moment.”
Eddie turns on his heel, looking back at Evan with daggers in his eyes. He pulls his keys from his pocket and starts to twist the keyring until he gets Evan’s spare off. Evan extendeds his hand for it. Eddie takes a step towards him, slaps the key roughly into his hand, and it falls through, dropping to the floor. Evan bends over to pick it up, and at that moment, Eddie connects his knee with the side of his head, knocking him to the ground.
“What the fuck, Eddie,” he growls, bringing a hand to his temple.
“I mean how else am I supposed to get your attention,” Eddie sneers at him, taking a step forward. “You don’t even pay attention anymore, Buck.”
Evan tries to scoot back on the floor away from Eddie as his best friend looms closer, but the larger man stalks towards him, swiftly kicks him in the ribs once, then twice. Evan doubles over, groaning, and then Eddie is down on a knee, drilling a fist into his jaw several times.
“Do I need to treat you like Tommy does,” Eddie sneers as he digs a knee into Evan’s side, putting pressure on his kidney. Evan cries out, tries to push Eddie off of him. Eddie uses the moment to grab him by the wrists and pin his hands over his head. “Seriously, Evan, is that the answer? Do you have to get fucked?”
He knows what the feeling is now. Panic floods through him at Eddie’s words. For everything he thought might’ve brought on this attitude from Eddie, that was not one of his considerations. Eddie moves his knee off of Evan’s hip and slots it over him, straddling him with Evan’s arms still pinned down above his head. He leans down and tries to kiss him again, but Evan turns his head again.
“Eddie, no,” Evan states clearly. “I’m telling you to stop.”
Eddie laughs at him again, his breath hot on Evan’s cheek as he leans in closer. “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t get to tell me no.”
Evan cringes, both from the bruising grip Eddie has on his wrists, as well as his words. He doesn’t understand where all of this is coming from.
Eddie shoves his arms up together and then uses one hand to keep Evan’s arms pinned high over his head, making Evan squeak at the pull in his shoulders. Eddie uses the other to grab Evan’s jaw and turn his head. He leans down again, kissing him bruisingly. It’s not the kind of kiss Evan would ever want—all teeth and tongue, shoving into his mouth like he’s been put there just for Eddie to use. At the same time, Eddie grinds his hips down on him, and Evan shudders.
When he pulls up, Eddie slides his hand back up Evan’s arm and then grips both of his wrists tightly as he slides them back down on the floor until they’re almost at Evan’s sides. Eddie pins them under his knees, digging his weight in on his forearms, causing Evan to cry out again.
“Go ahead,” Eddie simpers with a laugh. “You can scream all you want. No one’s coming.”
That statement makes Evan’s eyes and throat burn. He watches in horror as Eddie unbuckles his belt and yanks it from the loops, rocking just enough forward to apply more weight onto his arms. Evan yelps. Eddie slides the belt around Evan’s neck, cinching it into place with a tight grip until Evan is gasping for air, trying to yank his arms free so he can breathe.
“You’re gonna do what I say, okay,” Eddie growls at him, though his tone is smooth, commanding. Evan nods quickly, staring up at him with panic in his eyes. Eddie smiles down at him, lifting a hand to pat his cheek like he’s a child obeying an order. It makes Evan’s stomach churn. “Good.”
Eddie shifts up enough to flip Evan over, bringing his knees down hard on Evan’s hips a few times to keep him incapacitated enough that he can’t get away. He yanks the belt tightly for a few seconds, and then as Evan is both groaning and gasping for breaths, Eddie pulls his hands behind his back. Before Evan can react to what he’s doing, they’re zip-tied together, tightly enough that it bites into the skin.
Eddie pulls Evan up from the floor by the belt around his neck, onto his knees, using his own knees to pin Evan’s calves. He cries out from the pressure on his bad leg.
“We’re gonna have some fun, okay,” Eddie purrs into his ear. There are tears on Evan’s face. This is bad. So, so bad.
“Eddie, please,” he begs softly, his voice choked almost to a whisper. “Don’t do this.”
In response, Eddie reaches around in front of him with the belt still in one hand, yanking hard on Evan’s white collared shirt. The buttons pop off easily, spilling across the floor. He drags his nails painfully and slowly down Evan’s chest, causing him to whimper, until his hand reaches the button of Evan’s jeans.
“E-Eddie. D-don’t,” he stammers, his breath catching. Eddie lets out a small chuckle as he runs his hand over the clothed curve of Evan’s cock.
“Someone’s getting hard,” Eddie purrs into his ear as he licks the shell of it. Evan flinches away from it, earning him a yank on the belt. He coughs hard, and Eddie works at unbuttoning the jeans.
“T-Tommy,” Evan stammers between choked breaths. “S-stops when I s-say no.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Eddie replies. He gets the jeans unzipped and then shoves his hand roughly down into Evan’s boxers, grasping him tightly. “Oh and you’re already leaking, Evan.”
He flinches again. He feels sick. The last thing he’s trying to do right now is respond to what’s happening, and the fact that his body is has him flooding with disgust. Between the sound of his name and the way Eddie gathers his dripped precum and uses it to start stroking him, he’s nauseous. Evan whimpers and tries to bend his hips away from Eddie’s strokes, but that only presses him back into Eddie’s chest, and he can feel his so-called best friend’s own erection pressing against him.
“Eager are we,” Eddie laughs, nibbling on his earlobe. “Don’t worry, we’re going to have plenty of fun, Buck.”
Eddie continues to stroke him for a few minutes, paying special attention to the head of his cock, and moving his fingers in this way Evan had once mentioned during too many beers that he said had given him an insane orgasm. And here Eddie is, exploiting that information on him.
“P-please Eddie,” he whimpers, his own tears now hitting his chest. “I-I don’t wa-want this.”
“Haven’t you figured out this isn’t about what you want,” Eddie says, biting down on his earlobe. Evan cries softly. He tries to pull away, but Eddie bites harder and it makes him yelp again. Eddie squeezes his cock tightly.
“I think you’re ready.”
Eddie pushes him down to the floor, and due to the way his hands are bound, Evan has no way to stop himself when his chin strikes the floor. Eddie is still holding the belt though, forcing him to keep his hips up unless he wants to be entirely unable to breathe. Eddie uses the angle to yank his jeans and boxers down off of his hips, and then lifts one leg at a time to get Evan completely out of his pants. Evan hears another zipper, and he doesn’t need to be able to see it because a moment after that, he can feel the wetness of a dripping cock rubbing against him, getting him wet.
“Eddie, please,” he begs more fervently this time. “Don’t do this. We-we can sti-still go back.”
“Oh, Buck,” Eddie replies, yanking on the belt to pull him further up on his legs. There’s the sound of spitting, and then more wetness on his hole. A finger slides inside him, and Evan mewls at the burning of it. “There is no going back.”
The finger leaves him, and then Eddie is pushing his cock inside of Evan, and Evan lets out a strangled cry because it fucking hurts. Evan pulses around him from the intrusion, and Eddie moans as he settles into him, waiting a minute before he starts to thrust. It’s slow but measured, and Evan’s face rests against the cold floor as tears run down his cheeks as his best friend fucks him. The burning from the dryness slowly starts to fade as precum and blood start to mix. He stares across the floor at the crack beneath the door, wishing for footsteps, for the sign of anyone passing by, for Tommy. All he can hear is the sound of the music still playing out of the wireless speaker, and Eddie’s grunts. He thinks that must be the worst of it. Hopes it is.
Until Eddie uses the belt to pull him all the way up so they’re back-to-chest. He continues grinding into Evan and uses his free hand to reach down and grab his still hard, still leaking, cock, and starts to stroke him again. Evan cries softly, shaking his head and repeating “no” over and over again as Eddie sucks on his neck, his collar bones. His body is responding more, giving Eddie exactly what he wants, precome spilling out of him with each new thrust. He can tell when Eddie is starting to get close because he suddenly bites down hard enough on his shoulder that Evan cries out in pain. And then Eddie is doing the thing again, stroking him in that way with his fingertips, and Evan is crying harder because everything hurts, but also it feels good. Before he knows what is happening, he comes right into Eddie’s hand. Eddie lets him go and lifts his hand, running the fluids over Evan’s chest. He finishes a few seconds later, holding Evan tightly to him and ejaculating inside of him. He holds them together for a beat before taking a moment to calm down before he lets Evan drop back onto the floor.
Evan isn’t sure how much time passes. He kind-of blocks it out after his own orgasm. He’s watching the floor underneath the door again, trying desperately not to think about the fact that someone who is very much not his boyfriend just ejaculated inside of him, is dripping out of his body, and he can’t move. He can’t move, he can’t think, he can’t breathe.
At some point, he comes back to reality, and when he looks up, Eddie is sitting in a chair next to where he’s lying, staring down at him. He’s completely naked. The sight of him brings back the memories of what’s just taken place and Evan whimpers. He can still feel the come and blood and he wants to puke.
“Oh Buck,” Eddie coos. He reaches down and grabs the belt off the floor where it’s still wrapped around Evan’s neck and pulls on it, forcing Evan to scramble to get his knees under him. Once he’s in front of Eddie, he looks up at him pitifully.
“Please, Eddie,” he cries. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Eddie just smiles at him with that soft smile, but he’s looking Evan over again in that way that makes him want to cower in a corner. It’s like he’s a forbidden sweet and Eddie’s been given clearance to take as much as he wants. Eddie fists the belt in his hand and spreads his legs, pulling Evan’s head toward his cock, which is starting to fill again.
“We’re not finished until I say we’re finished, Buck,” Eddie tells him, wrapping a hand around the back of his head. “Now do what you do best and use your mouth.”
Evan whimpers, but Eddie tugs hard on the belt on his neck, leaving him without air for multiple seconds, and that’s all it takes. Evan leans forward and takes Eddie in his mouth. When he’s finally got the head of it in his mouth, Eddie lets up on the belt.
“You know what to do,” he tells him as he runs a hand through Evan’s hair. The feeling is nauseating because he’s doing it like there’s so much love behind it, and like this hasn’t been all taken by force. Eddie guides him up and down a few times and then tells him to take a deep breath before he pushes him all the way down. Evan doesn’t have a gag reflex since the tracheotomy, and he knows it.
They continue in a similar manner, Eddie moving him up and down, ordering him to suck here and there, and then bringing him all the way down. The process becomes easy enough to Evan to disassociate from, expecting that eventually, Eddie will bottom out into his throat and cum.
Except that’s not what he does.
Evan can tell he’s getting close because he starts moving him faster, forcing him down longer, trying harder to actually get him to choke. If he was feeling daring enough, he’d tell Eddie his dick isn’t nearly as big as Tommy’s but that seems like a bad idea in his current predicament. Either way, just as he’s about to come, he pulls Evan off, tells him to open his mouth. Eddie shoves his thumb inside his jaw, forcing Evan to keep his mouth open.
And then he proceeds to blow his load into Evan’s mouth and on his face, letting cum drip down over his eye and nose, onto his tongue, and into his throat. He shoves Evan back down on him, bobbing his head up a few times. When he lets go of his jaw, he orders him to swallow, still keeping him held down on his softening erection. Evan does so, only because Eddie pulls on the belt again, and this time he holds it even longer, making him gasp for breaths this time when he lets up.
Evan wants to ask if they’re done now, if Eddie is satisfied; if he’s fixed things for him yet. But he’s also afraid to. He sits silently in front of the other man on his knees, gulping against the silent tears coming down his face, the taste of Eddie’s spend still in his mouth, still on his face. He’s disgusted with himself in a way he’s never felt before, even more than he felt after he’d faced the reality of what had happened with Dr. Welles.
Before long though, he gets his answer.
Eddie stands from the chair when he’s come down from his orgasm and leans down, lifting Evan up onto his shoulder, and heads for the stairs.
“No, Eddie, come on, please,” Evan cries, begging him not to continue, not in his bed, their bed, where he and Tommy are more intimate than he’s ever been with anyone else; where Tommy makes love to him. “Please please please, no. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry, okay? I-I’ll fix it. I swear, I’ll fix it.”
His words fall on deaf ears as Eddie throws him down onto the bed and comes down onto it with him. He straddles Evan’s waist again as he reaches over his head. Evan knows what he’s reaching for. He sobs into Eddie’s chest as he tries to sit up, get off of his bound wrists. He continues to beg him as Eddie pulls the restraints from where they’re tucked under the mattress. Then he’s leaning over into the nightstand, finding one of Evan’s pocket knives.
“Please, Eddie,” he cries. “Please. Please.”
The belt is looser around his neck from all the movement, but Eddie reaches for it and gives a rough yank, pulling so tightly that Evan’s skin pinches and his shoulders twitch from his inability to move his hands, fight the strangulation.
“Shut the fuck up, alright,” he growls.
Evan snuffles a sob, nodding.
Eddie shifts down on him far enough that he can pull Evan up and reach back to cut the zip ties off. Evan cries out as the knife catches his hand at the wrong angle and cuts him, but it doesn’t seem to phase Eddie. He just swings Evan’s arm around until it’s above his head, using his other knee to press across his chest and hold him down until he’s got the hand restrained, and then he moves to do the other.
He moves to the foot of the bed to do the same thing with Evan’s ankles and then takes in the sight of him spread-eagle on the bed and still sobbing.
“Just a little longer, Buckaroo,” Eddie says in the same soft tone he’s been using, as he kneels back on the bed. “Want to taste you before we’re all done.”
Evan cries out, tossing his head back and forth as Eddie leans down and wraps a hand down his cock, giving it a few cursory squeezes. He laps his tongue up against the length of the shaft and then takes the head in his mouth and starts to suck. That’s all it takes for Evan to start getting hard again as he yanks at his restraints.
Eddie doesn’t have any qualms about dragging this out, though. He goes to town, sucking and licking Evan like he’s been doing it for millennia. He bobs up and down with rough suction, hollows his throat and swallows around Evan, drags his teeth with just enough grip to flirt with pain but stay with unwanted pleasure. Sobs crack out of his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, pulling on his wrists with the need to get free. The soft sounds out of his mouth are audible as he looks back and forth between both of his wrists. He babbles, half-incoherent, a mix of ‘no’s and ‘please’s as his hips try to shift underneath Eddie, to make him stop. Still, the forced pleasure makes it so that it’s only a few minutes before he’s rocking his hips up into Eddie’s mouth, even though he doesn’t want it. Eddie uses that distraction to slip two fingers inside of him.
“No, Eddie, please,” Evan cries as his head snaps up suddenly at the pressure of the fingers. Fresh tears come down his face as the knot in his throat grows tighter.
Eddie curls his fingers right into Evan’s prostate, and it makes him scream between clenched teeth as he bucks his hips into Eddie’s throat. Eddie continues to suck him as he continues the assault on the organ. The screaming fades to growling through his still-clenched teeth as his fingers tense around the nylon ropes on the restraints, trying to pull up and away from the abuse. Eddie presses his free hand down firmly on Evan’s abdomen and the added pressure makes his growl fade into a sobbed moan as Eddie uses his thumb to push up on Evan’s perineum. Evan tosses his head back and forth at all the torture, clenches his eyes shut at the build inside of him. The continued pressure doesn’t take long, and Evan is cumming into his mouth.
Eddie comes up off of him as he’s still coming, and lets the evidence drip down his body. He stares down at Evan with something that looks sickeningly like confidence and pleasure. Evan is still dripping as Eddie swipes his fingers through the spend and then uses it to slide his fingers back into Evan again, stretching him.
“No, Eddie, please,” he whimpers as he lifts his head to look at him, his throat sore from crying, choking, being pounded. “Please no more.”
“One more,” Eddie tells him like it’s one more piece of a vegetable and not another forced orgasm, another forced fucking. “You’ve got it in you, Evan.”
Evan tosses his head back and forth again, yanks harder on his restraints. Eddie crawls up onto the bed and leans over into the nightstand. He finds Evan’s lubricant and coats himself, and then wastes no time thrusting into him again, rocking his hips into Evan.
His hands are raking over Evan again, fingers digging in, scraping over every surface of him. He assaults his nipples in ways he shouldn’t know about, except it was information shared among friends over alcohol and jokes, and he digs his thumbs hard into the hollow of Evan’s hips, making him cry out more as he fucks him. He works hard to find his prostate again, and returns to assaulting it, with determination to get Evan going one more time, even as he sobs beneath him. The act has Evan trying to pull his legs together, trying to pull himself up on the bed again, anything to get away from Eddie and his abuse. Eddie only squeezes his hips harder, thrusts more forcefully, moves higher on the bed so that Evan can’t pull himself away because he’s reached the end of the length of the restraints on his ankles.
It takes a bit, but eventually, he does get hard again, and Eddie goes to town with his hands, stroking him while also assaulting the head with the palm of his hand, which has Evan gasping beneath him. His thighs shake and he tries desperately to close them, but Eddie’s fingers are rough, gripping them tightly and pressing them out as he grinds harder on Evan’s prostate. He sobs at the mix of pleasure and pain, tries even more to close his legs only for Eddie to squeeze harder. Eddie fucks him to his own completion first, letting Evan stay hard while he finishes. One hand stays on one of Evan’s thighs while he grasps Evan’s cock in the other, stroking him lazily as he comes down from his orgasm.
Once he regains his own ability to move, Eddie sits up on the bed again, and returns to his ministrations, teasing, stroking, torturing Evan’s cock. He moves his fingers deftly over the head, strokes him rough and quick, smirks with greed as Evan tugs on the restraints futilely. It doesn’t take much to get Evan to the edge again, and once he does he shoves him right over.
There’s about half a second, where Evan’s eyes meet Eddie’s as come drips down his cock, and he sees the flicker of something. His slack jaw barely gets a chance to move before Eddie squeezes him at the base and then continues stroking and twisting, overstimulating him. Evan thrashes underneath him, screaming as loud as he can between choked sobs, at least until Eddie reaches up and grabs the end of the bed, pulls it tight around several fingers, silencing Evan. The belt isn’t taut, but it’s tight enough to make him struggle for air. Eddie continues stroking until he’s gone completely soft and is completely spent on the bed, no longer fighting him.
When Eddie finally moves off of him, Evan stares at the wall, listless. Eddie descends the steps to the main floor and redresses, checks the time. Tommy should be around shortly.
He reascends the stairs and walks across the room, opens the dresser. It takes him a minute to find the right drawer, but once he does, he searches through until he finds what he’s looking for.
When he walks back over to Evan, he still isn’t responding, even though Eddie can see his chest rising and falling. He pulls the belt off his neck and puts it back on.
“You look beautiful like this,” Eddie says as he perches on the edge of the bed, running a fingertip down Evan’s chest. “All coated in come.”
Evan flinches under his touch. He’s so far inside his own head, he’s barely registering Eddie’s words, his own surroundings. But his hands…
“Just want to make sure Tommy finds you right. So we’re gonna end with this.”
Evan doesn’t respond, and Eddie grabs the lubricant one more time, slicking up the toy before he leans down and pushes it between Evan’s ass cheeks, causing him to whimper, if for no other reason than instinct. Eddie presses a few buttons on it, and a low hum starts as fresh tears run down Evan’s face. Eddie pats his flaccid cock on his stomach, and Evan whimpers again.
“Should be a five-minute cycle,” he says with a smirk, reaching over and brushing a tear off of Evan’s face with wet fingers. He could puke. “I bet you can even get there once or twice more before Tommy gets home.”
He leans down, kisses Evan’s unresponsive lips, running a hand through Evan’s hair.
And then he’s gone.
Tommy comes through the door unassuming. The loft is quiet, except for the music coming softly through the room. His brow furrows as he spots liquid on the floor, worry coiling in the base of his stomach. He crosses over a few feet. There’s blood, although not a lot. Still, it’s enough to be cause for concern due to not being able to see Evan.
“Ev?” He looks around the space, spotting a bit of the vegetables on the floor. And then he registers the clothes on the floor, the buttons, his worry to flips into flat-out panic. “Evan?!”
He whips his head around in the space for his boyfriend, looking in every direction, hearing only the hammering of his own heart in his chest. Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. He looks into the living room, out towards the balcony, around into the kitchen even though he’s standing in it, turns back toward the bathroom. The door is open and the light is off.
Somehow, in the midst of it, a tiny—the tiniest—sob emits through the loft. His eyes shoot up to the bedroom, and he takes the stairs three at a time until he’s at the top of them.
Evan is bound to the center of the bed, ankles severely chaffed and wrists bloodied—one more so than the other—and his back is arching up off the bed as he cries in pain.
“Shit shit shit, baby, okay,” Tommy stammers, panic flooding his chest. There are tears instantly coming down his face at the horror in front of him. His hands are shaking because he doesn’t even know what to do first to help him. Who? What? How? Why?
“Sh-sh-shut it off,” Evan sobs as he continues to yank at his restraints. Tommy shakes himself out of his own thought process—Evan needs him—and reaches between his legs, turning off the prostate massager. Evan wails, and his cock leaks. As he does, the thrashing calms immediately, and although Evan is clearly still in a panic, the constant torture ending makes a difference.
Tommy’s gaze skims quickly up and down Evan’s body, trying to do an assessment as quickly as possible, figure out next steps. He lays shaky fingers on his thigh, choking back his own tears.
“Honey, I-I’m gonna take it out, okay,” he stammers, kneeling on the edge of the bed.
“Pl-please,” Evan begs, his voice raw from crying. Tommy reaches back between his legs and grips the toy by its base before easing it out as gently as possible. Evan lets out another strangled cry, more tears falling down his face, come dripping out of him. He tosses the offending toy across the room.
Tommy stands quickly and unbinds his ankles before he circles the bed to the far side of it until he’s kneeling on the side of the bed again, above Evan. He’s still yanking and thrashing. Tommy brings a hand down to his face, stroking gently to get Evan to focus on him.
“Honey,” he commands softly. “Evan, look at me.”
“E-E-Eddie,” he chokes out, his gaze hazy even as he look up at Tommy, like he’s not fully present.
“Okay,” Tommy nods. “I can call him-..”
“N-no!” Evan screams, trying to lurch off the bed, and then crying out as his shoulders snap him back down. “Eddie-Eddie, no. T-Tommy, please.”
Tommy’s eyes grow wide as he realizes what Evan is saying, and he’s flooded with fury then, though he quickly remembers he needs to focus on Evan right now. He shakes the thoughts out of his head
“Okay, baby,” Tommy says. He brings his hands gently down on Evan’s chest, just over his collarbones as he leans in closer, trying to get Evan to focus on him. “Evan, I need you to calm down so I can get you out of this,” he explains gently. “You’re already bleeding. I don’t want you more hurt than you already are. Okay?”
“Just g-g-get it o-off,” Evan cries, his beautiful blue eyes flooded with tears. “Please.”
Tommy lifts his hand back to Evan’s cheek—something that always grounds him, no matter how heavy they get into a scene—and strokes his knuckles gently on him. By no means does it take the panic in his eyes away, but he breathes a little slower, and Tommy can see him trying to look him in the eyes, to find him in the terror.
“I’ve got you,” Tommy tells him. “Okay?”
“Mmm,” Evan replies, his voice hoarse and cracking. Tommy unbuckles his right hand first, purely due to the amount of blood on it. As he does, he spots the cut from the knife. He lowers the arm down onto Evan’s chest and considers leaning across the bed to get the other restraint but reconsiders, given how he’s just found him. Instead he decides to go around the bed, unbuckling Evan’s last limb from its binding. Once he has him out, Evan bolts up into his chest, practically clawing to get to him, and clinging to him desperately. Tommy holds him just as tightly as he sinks onto the bed, pulling Evan’s blanket around him as he does to cover him up.
He rocks them for a long time—just trying to get Evan to some level of calm. He doesn’t know how much time goes by, but eventually, Evan runs out of energy, even as he still clings rigidly to Tommy.
“Baby, we have to go to the hospital,” he tells him gently, stroking a hand through his hair.
“Tommy,” he whimpers.
Tommy presses his lips to the top of his head. “I know. But you’re covered in evidence right now. And I’ll be damned if that motherfucker is going to get away with this.”
“D-d-don’t c-call-..”
“I won’t call 9-1-1.” He finishes for him, and Evan settles a little more in his arms. After a beat though, he has to ask. “Do you want me to call Bobby?”
Evan tenses again, and Tommy waits a moment. And then, wordlessly, he nods.
The hospital is an arduous process. Evan doesn’t want Tommy to leave his side, and Tommy isn’t inclined to, given the absolute horror he walked into in the loft. Still, sitting beside him as physicians photograph him and then wipe DNA from his body before they start in on the physical exam has Tommy feeling type of sick he can’t even express. Evan vomits more than once during the entire exam, and they take that as evidence as well, along with both his blanket that Tommy kept him wrapped in, and Tommy’s own clothes, due to the blood and fluids that were transferred.
He steps into the waiting room, dressed in a pair of midnight blue scrubs that don’t really fit him correctly, and glances around. It takes him a beat, but eventually, his eyes fall on Bobby and the duffel beside him. His shoulders drop, and it’s all Tommy can do to keep from breaking as the older man walks towards him.
“Athena found these in the clean laundry,” Bobby says as he gestures towards the duffel bag. Tommy nods, scraping a hand over his chin. His fingers are raw from the constant rubbing against his stubble and knotting of his fingers together. He’s so full of rage that he could blow at any second.
“Evan’s in radiology right now,” he rasps, his throat tight.
Bobby nods. He glances around Tommy for a beat and then places a hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s go outside for a bit,” he suggests. “Get some air.”
Bobby directs him towards the outside, and Tommy is too numb in his own thoughts to really fight it. Once they’re in the tunnel outside of the emergency entrance, Tommy drops onto a bench, gripping the edges of it tightly for a lull before he leans forward, elbows on his knees, holding his jaw in his hands.
“Fuck, Bobby,” he chokes out, shaking his head. “I can’t….I can’t stop seeing him like that.”
Bobby sits down next to him, places a tentative hand on his shoulder. When Tommy manages to look up, there are tears in his eyes.
“I almost don’t want to ask,” Bobby tells him. “Athena said it was horrific.”
Tommy gulps, nods as he drops his head, staring at the ground between his legs.
“H-h-he…” His legs are shaking with such force, it’s hard to reign in all the angry and nervous energy inside him. His face twitches from the rage, and he’s knotting his knuckles harder. “He left him restrained on his bed.” Tommy shakes his head, angrier even at himself. Everything that’s ever felt safe, that’s reached the most intimate parts of his and Evan’s relationship when they’re just two people naked in the dark, feels like it’s been burnt to ash.
“Did he say who did it,” Bobby asks tentatively.
Tommy laughs mirthlessly, looking over his shoulder at the older man.
“Eddie did it,” he states, and the words come off his tongue like he’s reciting a coffee order he makes every day. “His best friend did this to him.”
They sit outside for a while, mostly wordlessly as Tommy tries to achieve some level of calm while Bobby tries to digest the information. Eventually, his phone rings again, and it’s Athena. It’s only then that Tommy is able to take a deep breath, to hear what she’s saying on the other end of the line.
“The loft is a crime scene,” she says in a sad tone. “I don’t know when he’ll be able to come back, or if he’ll even want to.”
“Has anyone found Diaz,” Bobby asks, his voice gravelly.
“Not that I’ve been alerted,” Athena replies. “But they don’t want me on this. I had to fight just to be on scene, get those clothes.” She pauses, sighs. “How is he?”
Bobby looks up at Tommy then, and he reaches for the phone. Bobby hands it over.
“‘Thena?”
“Tommy, honey,” her voice lilts, and somehow she sounds even sadder. “Are you alright?”
Tommy lets out a stuttered breath and gulps. “No. But- um-…h-he’s done with the exam. Th-they took him to-to radiology. H-he has some pretty bad b-bruising.”
“Mmhm,” Athena confirms. “I caught a look at some of the pictures.” She’s quiet for a moment, and then when she speaks again, her tone has changed. “Look, Tommy-..”
“He’s not going back there,” Tommy interjects, cutting off her statement. “He’s coming home with me when they release him.”
Bobby squeezes his shoulder, and Tommy nods wordlessly.
“Hey, I-I’m gonna give you back to Bobby,” he states, and then passes the phone back over to him. He stands from the bench and rounds to Bobby’s other side, picking up the duffel that he’d brought with before murmuring that he’s going to change.
Inside, he finds one of the visitor bathrooms and quickly gets out of the scrubs he was provided after they took his own clothes. Once he’s out of them, he digs through the duffel. He finds a pair of distressed jeans he left at Evan’s roughly a week before and a long-sleeved LAFD-issue Harbor Station shirt. It’s one that Evan has stolen for himself in the past few months, but it looks like that’s all Athena has packed of Tommy’s clothing. Everything else is a size smaller, out of Evan’s closet.
Once he’s redressed, he picks the bag up off the floor along with the spare scrubs, and heads back to the waiting room before he asks to be buzzed back through. He manages to find a nurse to hand off the used scrubs to and then heads back into Trauma 3, where they were initially brought in. Evan still isn’t back.
Tommy settles into a chair and grabs his phone with shaking hands, staring at the lock screen. It’s a picture from a few weeks back. They’d gone out with their friends after work, and Maddie had snapped a photo of them. They each had an arm wrapped around the other, and Evan’s other hand was on the side of his neck, fingers on his face as he kissed Tommy.
He unlocks his phone, opens his text messages, and stares blankly at the lack of any messages at all. He wants more than nothing than to text Eddie, call him, lay into him, threaten his life, find him, and actually kill him…but he knows that’s not what Athena is asking for right now.
His eyes fall to Maddie’s name in his message list. The last message was from her sending him that picture. At some point, he knows he’s going to have to call her too and tell her what happened, but the idea of it makes his soul hurt.
He looks up and puts his phone down as the familiar sound of hospital bed wheels starts growing louder, and then sees the bed Evan’s been put into is wheeled into the room.
He looks gaunt and small in the large hospital bed, which shouldn’t be possible, given his size. There are bruises coated all along his skin, from his cheeks to his jaw, and his chin. The pattern of a belt is clearly defined across his neck, and Evan winces every time he swallows. He’s in a snap-front gown for easier access to his myriad of injuries, but the openness of it also gives a free view of the angry scratches down his chest and the fingertip bruises on his hips.
Tommy reaches for his hand as the bed is settled back in place, and Evan clings to him tightly, even as he stares at the floor.
“We’ll be moving him up to the telemetry floor once a room is cleared,” the nurse alerts him. Tommy nods at her, and when she leaves, he scoots his chair closer to the bed, running his knuckles gently along Evan’s jaw.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he rasps, his voice wobbly and threatening to crack. “I should’ve been there.”
Evan looks up at him, more tears coming down his face, though they’re slower and far more subdued.
“You were at work,” Evan replies, monotone. “He knew that.” He’s quiet for a beat. “He wanted it that way.”
Tommy shakes his head, leaning his head down against Evan’s forehead gently.
“I’m so sorry, Evan. So sorry.”
They sit like that for a while, Tommy holding onto him gently, stroking his jaw to keep him calm, other thumb tracing movements over the back of his hand. He tries to avoid the bruises as best he can, tries even more not to look at the ones still blooming across his skin.
Eventually, Evan tilts his head up, and Tommy sits up a little more so that he can see him. There’s a fresh round of tears, and it ties knots in Tommy’s stomach.
“What is it,” he asks softly. “What’s coming up right now?”
Evan whimpers as he shakes his head, more tears falling faster, and it makes Tommy’s heart clench.
“Can I hold you,” he asks, panicked. Evan nods.
Tommy shoots out of his chair and gently lifts Evan slightly on his bed so that he can slide onto the side of it before he slips his arm around him. Evan curls tightly into his side, fisting the Harbor Station shirt in his palm at Tommy’s side. Tommy runs his hand up and down the outside of Evan’s ribs as his other hand continues to stroke the side of his face, his own face buried in Evan’s hair to hide the tears running down.
“H-he m-made me come,” Evan cries softly into his chest.
Tommy shakes his head, even as he holds tighter to Evan. He knew that; he’d seen the orgasm when he’d turned off the prostate massager.
“Baby, you can’t stop what your body reacts to,” he murmurs weakly into his hair, his own voice shaking. “I know you didn’t want to. It was the toy.”
Evan whimpers into his chest.
“No,” he cries softly, clinging tighter to Tommy. “B-before that. Wh-when he fucked me. A-and when h-he-..”
“Evan,” Tommy commands softly, finding strength in his own anger. “I know it wasn’t your choice. You don’t have to justify physical reactions to stimulation to me. I believe- no, I know that you didn’t want to.”
“B-but I also did,” he whimpers. “W-when I ha-ad them.”
Tommy swallows past a hard not in his throat and slides his fingers down under Evan’s chin past the bruising, tilting his face upwards.
“Look at me,” he says softly. Evan lifts his eyes, guilt and self-hatred flooding in them. Tommy shakes his head.
“Him forcing you to have orgasms you didn’t want doesn’t mean that you did anything wrong,” he says insistently. “Your body was stimulated, and it had a reaction, regardless of what the context was. You didn’t ask for this, and I’m not going to let you blame yourself for having a physical response to manipulation.”
“No, Eddie, please,” he whimpers, his throat sore from crying and being pounded. “Please no more.”
Eddie stares down at him with those predatory eyes as he kneels on the bed. “One more,” he coaxes. “You’ve got it in you Evan.”
He tosses his head back on the bed, looking up at where his hands are buckled into the fleece-lined cuffs, yanks on them. They have no give, even as he wraps his hands around the straps that hold the cuffs to the bed and tugs on them. Eddie centers himself between his legs and pushes at Evan’s hole, and Evan cries out. It still hurts from the first time in the kitchen, even if he’s lubricated this time.
Eddie starts a rhythm, holding on tight to his hips, shifting him up slightly under his knees. When Evan pulls up, he moves with him until he has nowhere else to go. He keeps shifting his hips here and there, until he manages to find it, making Evan let out another strangled cry as he hits his prostate. He squeezes Evan’s hips even tighter.
“There we are,” Eddie says with a smirk. “Right there.”
He angles his hips then, rocking into the space with each thrust, making Evan whimper each time. He leans over him, dragging his fingernails down his chest, over his sensitive nipples, onto his ribs. He runs a hand down to Evan’s happy trail and pinches the line of hair there, tugging on it. Evan cries out. His cock twitches on his stomach, still lying in the cum from his last orgasm.
Eddie grasps him and begins to stroke him as he continues to fuck him. Evan tries yanking at his legs in their restraints, but he’s stuck. He knows he’s stuck because he uses these restraints all the time, and Eddie has bound him tight; tighter than Tommy ever would.
He’s hard quick, whimpering in both anger and pleasure as Eddie tortures his cock. He can’t get away from the ministrations, especially as Eddie brings his second hand down over the head of Evan’s cock and begins to rub it, applying pressure directly to the head. Evan thrashes in his restraints. The stimulation is too much. The only reprieve he gets is when Eddie grips his thighs and forces them apart with a pressure so rough that it hurts Evan’s hips, even as his legs continue to shake.
But then Eddie cums, and it stops, and he’s only stroking him. Maybe it’s finally done, and he’ll just leave him there. Eddie’s head is on his thigh as he moves his hand up and down on Evan’s erection, using the precum as lube.
“W-we can be done,” Evan offers softly.
Eddie tilts his head up to look at him, with that same stupid soft smile.
“One more, remember,” Eddie reminds him. “I know you can do it, Buck.”
He leans forward and licks the side of Evan’s cock, causing him to quiver. And then he gets back up onto his knees and begins stroking him again with more earnestness. Evan mewls under him, both wanting to orgasm and wanting Eddie to be done, so he’ll leave him alone. He can’t help that he rocks his hips into the ministrations, wants the orgasm. All too quickly, he’s on the edge, and Eddie is using both of his hands to stroke him, at the end, and at the base, and the contact is too much for Evan to take, bringing him over. Eddie strokes him through it as his cum falls down his cock, onto his body. Eddie leans over and gives a quick lick, and Evan shudders, looking down at him, fear coating his eyes.
Eddie smiles at him. His hand squeezes tight around the base of Evan’s cock and the other comes up, wrapping around the head. He begins twisting both roughly running his palm over the head of Evan’s spent cock like it’s a piece of clay needing to be molded. Evan screams, yanking on his restraints with newfound energy, begging for Eddie to stop. He doesn’t though; he keeps twisting and rubbing, flooding him with pain from overstimulation, using the cum on Evan’s body as more lubricant.
When he finally stops, Evan has nothing left.
He doesn’t hear him leave the room. Doesn’t hear him get dressed. Doesn’t hear him return, or the words he’s saying. He barely registers the prostate massager entering him and turning on.
And then Eddie is leaving, and the massager is switching modes, picking up speed. Evan cries as he looks down at himself. His cock is getting hard again from the toy as it applies extra pressure against his prostate. It fucking hurts.
“No, no, no,” he cries, trying to get his hips up, anything to take the pressure off. “No more. No more.” He bucks his hips into the air as best he can. The toy clicks into another speed, this one pulsing up and down, and he can’t fight it, has no way to stop it. His cock starts to leak, and he knows another orgasm is coming quickly.
“Please,” he whimpers loudly. Is Eddie still there? He doesn’t know. “Please no more.”
The mode switches again, even faster this time, and right up against his prostate. Cum spills out of him as he cries in strangled moans. The toy turns itself off. Downstairs, the door closes.
Evan falls asleep at some point, most likely due to complete depletion of his body. When the doctors come around to move him to the medical floor, Tommy tries to get off the bed, only to be tugged back into place by Evan’s hands.
“You’re just gonna have to move him this way,” he tells the nurses who are only too familiar with why they’re there in the first place. Nobody complains.
Once they’re settled up on the third floor, Tommy texts Bobby that he’s able to come back and gives him the room number. He tries not to jostle Evan very much, well aware of not just the bruises coating his body, but also the strain he’s put on his limbs. His right wrist is heavily bandaged, both from the cuts from the knife and restraints, as well as a radial fracture he seemed to have given himself while fighting the restraints.
Bobby emerges in the doorway a few minutes later, and Tommy lifts his head at the noise. He sees it then; he watches as Bobby’s eyes take in the sight of Evan, and how it breaks him. How he has to grab the doorframe with one hand as the other comes up to his face, trying to silence himself at the sight. How his eyes go wide first with absolute horror and then narrow as he takes in bruise after bruise, scrape, cut, bandages over wrapped limbs.
Except, then Athena comes around him, hand on Bobby’s back, and when she lays eyes on Evan, there’s just sorrow. Tommy has to remind himself that she’s seen the pictures taken for evidence, even if the bruises hadn’t fully set in yet when they were taken.
“You can’t let him see you like this,” he hears Athena say softly to Bobby. Bobby nods, and they turn back outside the door for a second, Athena looking up at both of them apologetically. Tommy can’t really blame them; he feels the same way. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s finding Evan in his bedroom again, and then his mind is assaulting him with everything he heard Evan tell the police during the sexual assault exam.
They turn into the doorway again after a few minutes, and Tommy looks up again as Bobby and Athena actually enter the room and cross it. Tommy watches as Athena’s eyes trail over Evan again, following up his injured arm to where an IV line has been placed in the juncture of his elbow, up to the bag of fluids running into him.
“They haven’t found him yet,” she says softly. “He’s not at home. We’ve reached out to his family, but they said he hasn’t called in a few weeks. Chris apparently hasn’t spoken to him days.”
Tommy looks straight up at Athena. “Frankly, I couldn’t give a damn if he never speaks to his family again.
“Tommy,” Bobby lilts. Tommy’s gaze shifts to him.
“Bobby.” He gently tightens his grip around Evan, making an obvious show of his point. “He left him in prime position for restrained asphyxiation. His hands were fucking purple.”
Bobby lifts his hands in surrender, and Tommy exhales audibly. Evan tenses under him in his sleep, nuzzling his face further into Tommy’s ribs with a whimper. He begins running his knuckles up and down against Evan’s ribs again, which seems to calm him at least a little.
“Look, he was my friend too,” Tommy states, his throat tight. He glances back down at Evan. “But a friend doesn’t do this.”
Athena and Bobby both nod. The room is silent for a few minutes. Eventually, Athena speaks again, resting a hand on Tommy’s shin to get him to look up.
“Someone has to call Maddie,” she informs quietly. She shakes her head and blinks slowly. “I know it’s not our place to tell her anything, but his family needs to know he’s in the hospital.”
Tommy nods, his eyes trailing across the room at Athena’s statement. Regardless of what they tell her when she arrives, they have to tell Maddie; that much is true. After a lull, he looks back up at them.
“I can’t,” he admits, shaking his own head. “Tell her whatever you have to, to get her here. But let him decide if he wants her to know this.”
Evan wakes up sometime in the middle of the night. He only knows because he can see the darkened sky outside the window of the room. He tries to move from where he’s curled himself into Tommy’s side, but his shoulders throb so hard that a cry falls out of him as he slumps back down.
“Mmm?” Tommy raises his eyebrows before his eyes open, flinching from the having fallen asleep in the awkward position.
“How long have I been asleep,” Evan asks, his voice only coming out in a raspy whisper.
Tommy looks up at the clock on the wall.
“Like six hours,” he replies. He drops his head back against the pillow, letting his eyes fall shut for another moment. He’s only been asleep for about two; Bobby and Athena were there late, and Maddie might be in the waiting room. She mentioned not wanting to leave once she’d seen Evan.
“Your sister is probably still here,” he says softly.
Evan shoots up then, ignorant of the pain spreading across his body like wildfire from the sudden shift. His eyes are wide, panicked. Tommy lifts his hand to his cheek, touching him gently, trying not to disturb the painted layers of purple and red there.
“No one told her anything, Evan,” he tells him softly. “She only knows that you’re hurt.”
It takes a few breaths, Tommy running his hand down his neck, onto his back, moving it up and down in soothing strokes. But he lays back down against him, fisting his shirt weakly in his hand once more as he lays on him, trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt somewhere, but everything hurts. His wrists, ankles, arms, legs, torso, face; no position is fully comfortable.
“I have an idea,” Tommy says after a few minutes of feeling him continuously shift around. “Can you sit up for a little bit?”
Evan flinches at the pressure it puts on his abdomen to do so, but manages to anyway with a quick nod, fisting the hospital blanket tight in his left hand. Tommy shifts a little further into the bed, lets his legs dangle over the side. After a moment of getting settled, he eases Evan gently back against his chest and uses the bed remote to lower them further down to take the pressure off Evan’s hips. At that angle, only his chest is to Evan’s back. With Evan leaning against him that way, the pressure on his hips eases and also allows him to lay back more comfortably as Tommy wraps a loose arm around his torso.
“Better?” He asks softly.
Evan nods, closing his eyes for a moment. Tommy rustles the sheet on the bed beneath them for a moment, and then he presses something into Evan’s left hand.
“Call button,” he tells him softly. “I think you’re supposed to have more pain medicine soon.”
Evan nods again, but doesn’t move otherwise. He can still hear Tommy moving around, what sounds like texting, and then Tommy presses a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Maddie is still here,” he murmurs into the dark. “Do you want to see her tonight?”
Evan opens his eyes slowly, stares at the wall across the room.
“She’s gonna know,” Evan whispers. “Because of Doug. She’ll know what he did.”
Tommy nods, brushing his fingers gently over Evan’s exposed hip. The gown has pulled apart in his sleep, exposing most of his chest and torso and the wounds coating him.
“She’s also your sister and is going to love you through it,” he tells him softly.
Evan would cry at that if he had any more tears left, but his body is drained. He wraps his left hand around Tommy’s bicep, clings.
“Don’t leave,” he asks Tommy softly in the darkness of the room. He’s not sure if he just means in that moment, or through what he knows is to come when he has to face the daylight.
Tommy presses his lips to Evan’s birthmark and then tilts his head down, resting the bridge of his nose against the side of Evan’s head.
“Never, baby,” he tells Evan quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. Gonna be right here with you through all of it.”