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Buck feels.. giddy walking into the station for his shift.
Last night Tommy took him on a sunset helicopter ride for no fucking reason other than the fact that he could and it had just felt so incredibly nice to be taken on this cliché of a romantic outing and laugh about how it was such a romance novel move. But Tommy letting him hold the controller and wrapping his warm, big hands over his and helping him steer, and brushing his hair off his forehead after they had been back on the ground, and kissing him again against the helicopter doors, and then again in the hangar, and then again in the gear room, and feeling his hand on his lower back on the way to the car, and being able to rest his hand on Tommy's thick, muscular thigh when driving them back to Tommy's place.. it just felt really fucking nice, and Buck can't believe it took him 32 years to realise that this, men , was an option, and a fantastic option at that.

They'd gotten back to Tommy's apartment and had pretended to hold meaningful conversation (Buck thinks it was about some funny rescues? To be fair he was more focused on Tommy's lips rather than the words that came out of his mouth, sue him, those lips were magic) for about half a beer before Buck had climbed into Tommy's lap (and wasn't that a revelation, being with somebody who could bear his weight), grabbed his face (feeling stubble under his finger tips in that context- groundbreaking Buck resolutely did not think about how similar yet different that felt to the times he had helped Eddie shave after he got shot ) and kissed him in a way that made it very clear how the rest of the night was going to go.

And go it did. Buck had always known that he liked is a little rough in the bedroom, had liked feeling finger nails scrape his skin, had liked feeling and seeing love bites in places his co-workers decidedly would NOT, had liked the pleasurepain of drawing things out before giving into the sweet sweet release of orgasms they both had worked hard for. And Tommy nailed that (and him) last night. Had laid him out onto the bed, kissed him stupid until his face was sensitive from the stubble before moving down and getting sounds out of him that he refused to call whines, kissing his abs and kneading his thighs before (finally) burying his head between them. Flipping him over and grabbing a dental dam and that was about the point in time when buck lost his sanity for the first time that evening.

They had a quick bite to eat and a shower afterwards, before Tommy continued to open him up, slowly, teasing him in a way that Buck was sure made it impossible for him to not be turned on at the sight of Tommy's stubble for the forseeable, and then finally, finally letting Buck ride him into the mattress.

Point being, Buck is giddy the next morning. Sore, and sensitive, and his skin irritated in some interesting places that made him change into his uniform when he stopped by his apartment on the way to the station instead of changing in the locker room, but giddy, and just really fucking satiated. He tries to school his facial expressions somewhat, but he's not quite sure he succeeds when his mind is stuck on playing P ony on repeat. maybe he should get a cowboy hat. Eddie p robably has some recommendations, being from Texas and all.

They barely get through the morning meeting before the first call-out, and Buck shrugs on his gear and tries not to focus on the stretch when he bends down to tie his boots properly. Tries not to think about how the cotton rubs over his skin that is still slightly red this morning. Or how Tommy had kissed it better and sucked him off in the shower before putting some cream on the more sensitive parts. He winces slightly when he gets in the truck and sits down in his spot next to Eddie (it had been fine on the car ride to the station, but apparently Buck's body has decided that now is the perfect time to start getting really sore), and hopes nobody notices. From the looks of it, he's not that lucky.

"Uh, Tommy took me out last night" on a date "to teach me some Muay Thai" how to ride his magnificent cock "and I may have overdone it and didn't stretch properly after", he tries to explain. At least the forgetting to stretch part was true.
"Your leg okay?" Buck looks up into Eddie's worried face.
"Yeah, fine. Just used new muscle groups apparently, so I'm a little sore. Nothing to worry about."

Thankfully they arrive on scene before Buck can talk himself into a corner.
It's not that he's keeping Tommy a secret, it's just- it's new and exciting, and it's been so long since he's had something just for himself, allowed himself to just be , and explore this new thing about himself, without anybody's expectations. 

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They get back to the station after a standard minor call. Buck puts his outer gear away after checking it over for tears and damage, and walks up to the loft to get something to drink and another coffee.
Eddie and Hen are talking about some playdate for Denny and Christopher for when Karen and Hen pick up their new foster, and Chimney is on the phone with Maddie (something about the wedding), but Buck only listens half-heartedly.
His uniform is getting a little uncomfortable, it's chafing in the wrong places and he really doesn't want to be teased about puffy nipples thank you very much. The cream Tommy put on this morning has either been sweated off or has sunk into his skin by now. Point being, he should probably re-apply some more to avoid even more chafing. It's not nearly as fun when it's caused by cotton rather than Tommy's stubble, and the soothing kisses and teasing nips at his skin that are missing definitely have something to do with it.
The soreness in his glutes is really nice though, and he kind of revels in it. It feels like after a really good workout. Makes him feel accomplished. And the three orgasms in a little over 12 hours are definitely a benefit he doesn't get from going to the gym.
Jfc, he's at work he needs to reign in his thoughts. It's like he's a horny teenager discovering his own body for the first time. And yes, technically he is experiencing a lot of new things and firsts, and sure, maybe in a few months he'll brag about his stamina as a man in his 30's, but right now? Right now, all of this is very inconvenient.

"Buck, you're okay?"
Shit.
"Yup, just sore and a little tired, haven't finished my coffee yet."
"If you say so."
Hen's definitely suspicious.
"Buck, help me with brunch?"
He could kiss Bobby right now. Well, no, EW , but he'll take the win and get away from prying eyes.

Bobby hands him veggies to cut up to put into the omelettes later, and Buck grabs a knife and starts to cut up the mushrooms and the bell peppers.
They work along in silence for a bit, and then Bobby hands him a little post-it, whispers "we will never, ever speak of this" and moves on to whisk the eggs like nothing happened.

Buck puts the post-it away, finishes cutting up the veggies, washes his hands, and walks over to the bunk rooms. He kinda wants to check-in with Tommy in private.
It's in the corner of the room, away from everybody, that he opens the note, turning scarlet immediately upon reading it.

"burt's bees mama soothing nipple cream and stokolan. i put some samples in your locker . stay safe."

Buck sends a pic of the note to Tommy after applying the creams (they're a god-sent) with a simple " still jealous of the tight-knit family of the 118? "