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Tommy was itching to go and put his hands on the machines instead of only doing inspections with clipboard. One of many Evan had too. The helicopters were calling to him. Didn’t matter that he could fly whenever he could from Melton’s company hangar, or even from harbor sometimes. Actually going on calls and working under pressure was why he thrived in harbor. He was just glad he had to do a few trips a month to keep up his certifications.
Checking off on one of the birds he heard that suddenly people were shuffling to one place and there was no call siren. So he calmly peeked around the machine.
Evan was approaching with Glass branded boxes, some of the crew helping with more.
He was wearing Tommy’s old LAFD jacket. He probably shouldn’t, but he had his own from years back and obviously the sentiment was still there. Evan would have made for an amazing responder if he was allowed to. But in this other life he made for amazing chef and Tommy had more motivation for hitting his home gym every day. Unless they were both free the next day, then Evan kept him very active. And he wished it was only by keeping them in bed. No, the man was on a mission to transform their backyard into a farm.
This was the first time Evan came to harbor. They’re been married for three months by now (knew each other three months) and finally they managed to reach some kind of schedule that made their relationship seem normal. Still, it was hard to line up everything and this time Tommy was the one on a 24h shift while his husband was at home.
‘Hey.’ Evan’s voice was soft as he smiled at Tommy. ‘I dropped by the restaurant and made some lunch.’
Maybe it was unprofessional, but it wasn’t like wives and girlfriends or boyfriends didn’t drop by on a fairly regular basis and showed affection too. So Tommy leaned when Evan so easily kissed him hello.
The crew pretended they weren’t watching as they started putting the boxes and taking out food on the long table at the kitchen nook.
‘Bored at home?’ Tommy asked as he tucked the clipboard under his arm and wrapped the other one around Evan’s waist as he led him to the table and hungry firefighters and pilots obviously twitching to get at the gourmet looking sandwiches and salads.
‘So bored.’ Evan sighed.
‘Chief, can we?’ one of the guys asked as if they were a pack of dogs waiting for command. He chuckled and waved at them.
‘Have at it.’
Barbaric. Such was the scene before them.
Evan laughed as he procured a paper bag and passed it to Tommy. ‘Special for you.’
‘Not that we’re not sorry for what happened, but we have the captain already, Buckley turning into a chef instead was universe making things right.’ one of the older guys who knew Evan from his firefighting days spoke through a mouthful.
Tommy stiffened. Even all these years later it was a sore subject. Evan told him how he was drifting for years and when he finally joined the force it just clicked into place. It was his place.
Instead of maybe withdrawing Evan chuckled. ‘Plenty of fires to put out in the kitchen. Daily. We use more flame torches than wielders. 174 is a regular at the restaurant.’
Evan’s sous chef from grill station had a very edgy haircut since last week. That fringe wouldn’t grow back for the next few weeks.
The crew acknowledged it through grunts and mmms and moans since no one wanted to distract themselves from eating.
Evan turned to him and looked pointedly at the bag. ‘It’s lunch, dinner and night snack. I’ll have breakfast warm in the oven in the morning. Have to visit new gourd supplier so we’ll almost miss each other but we’ll have an hour or so…’ he winked at Tommy.
If it wasn’t too on the nose Tommy would have taken Evan to his office. He settled for motioning for them to go around the wall.
‘Ever messed around in the station?’ Evan asked as he leaned on the wall and pulled Tommy by his uniform shirt.
Tommy lifted his eyebrow. ‘Have you?’
Evan spoke into his ear. ‘Didn’t get to finish though… got caught by the captain, maybe I’d get some leeway from the captain this time?’
Tommy groaned. He wished he could still be wearing his flightsuit instead of those terrible slacks.
‘Evan…’
If he was hoping his plead would deter his husband he was so wrong. Evan licked a path along his jaw to his earlobe and sucked on it.
‘I took a few pictures today…’ he whispered as he fitted his leg between Tommy’s spread ones.
Well, Tommy already proved to not have much self-control around the man so he twisted the knob of the supply closet that was oh so conveniently just next to them and walked Evan backwards into it.