A nervous excitement floods through Tommy as they wait for the Uber outside of the bar. It’s Evan: Evan is here, with him, one hand tucked neatly into Tommy’s back pocket and the other holding his phone as he watches the little car on his screen get closer and closer. It’s Evan, out of nowhere, at this out-of-the-way bar that Tommy has never been to before tonight, like a miracle or fate or something else that Tommy doesn’t believe in.  Maybe he’ll have to re-evaluate his stance on higher powers, though, because a strong breeze blows down the street and Evan tucks himself against Tommy’s side. Tommy wraps an arm around Evan, pulling him closer, and he lets out a happy little sound, burrowing further. He’s always cold, Tommy remembers, could never forget—could never forget a single thing about this man he’s been desperate to call for months. It had taken him about two days after the breakup to lick his wounds and lower his shoulders enough to realize he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. He just didn’t think he’d get the opportunity to walk it back.  Now, though, Evan is here, shivering against him and nosing along his neck. Evan drops an open-mouthed kiss to the hinge of Tommy’s jaw, then licks over it. Now Tommy is shivering too.  “You cold?” Tommy asks.  “Yeah.” The word is hot and humid against Tommy’s neck. Another kiss, another lick: Evan digging his tongue into Tommy’s skin.  Tommy tilts his head to the side to give Evan better access, heart pounding. This is happening. He wraps his other arm around Evan’s back, pulls him in tighter, more securely, more snugly. He never wants to let go again.  “How’s that?” he whispers into Evan’s ear.  Their hips fit together and Evan moans softly. He clings onto Tommy with both hands: the one still in Tommy’s back pocket, squeezing his ass, and the other now snaking up to cradle Tommy’s face. Tommy could almost let himself think that Evan missed him too.  “Tommy,” Evan whispers. He pulls away from Tommy’s neck, looks at him—into his eyes for a moment, roves over his cheeks, then Evan drops his gaze to Tommy’s mouth. There’s an almost smile on his lips, more like a smirk, a brief flash of something wondrous, and then he’s diving in.