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Maddie’s wedding changes two things that Buck thought that he knew about himself. It’s two more things in the long line of things he’s discovering about himself, early in his thirties. He used to think that he wasn’t one of those people that cries at weddings, but Maddie’s wedding is the exception to the rule. Honestly, he’s going to consider it special circumstances since he’s exhausted, hungover and it’s his sister. She catches his eyes, beaming as Chimney slides the ring onto her finger and the whole moment feels like fate.
Buck has never been a believer in fate, not until now, he’s realizing. He knows the universe speaks, but the way that Maddie and Chimney have found happiness in each other despite everything? That has to be proof of something larger, some grand plan that kept steering them together. All Buck can hope is that the universe steers him in the way of a love like theirs.
His phone buzzes in his pocket.
<Hitched a ride on the ambulance to the hospital. First Pres right?>
<You’re here?!>
<Thought you’d be sleeping off your shift>
<Seriously no pressure to come if you’re exhausted>
Buck’s been in Tommy’s shoes before. He knows what a double shift fighting a wildfire feels like - all you want after is a meal, a shower and sleep. He’s impressed Tommy even considered still coming. Something squirms in his chest when his phone buzzes with two more messages.
<It was important to you, of course I’d be there>
<Almost there, meet you in the emergency bay.>
Buck slips out of the hospital room, reading Tommy’s texts repeatedly. He doesn’t quite comprehend that Tommy spent all night fighting a wildfire, then still chose to come to Maddie’s wedding. Not until Buck gets a glimpse of him through the sliding glass doors of the hospital, waving and laughing at someone still in the ambulance. There’s the squirming in his chest again, attraction and something more he’s not ready to name as he gets his first good look at Tommy. He’s processing, turnouts, soot, apology, and so fucking hot too fast to be able to filter his response.
“So are you,” he says, letting their bodies and their lips collide. Some part of him is thinking not here, not now. But the way Tommy groans has Buck unable to think anything close to coherent thoughts. The only thought he has is the desperate need to chase Tommy’s moan, and the addictive taste of soot and smoke down Tommy’s throat. Buck groans himself, his tongue flicking out to run along Tommy’s lower lip before his mouth opens for him, the kiss sliding out of control as Buck feels the slide of Tommy’s tongue against his. It’s rough, the way Buck is clinging to his neck but for the first time the person he’s kissing is able to take it, and give it back to him. Tommy’s fingers are digging into his waist hard enough to bruise, if it weren’t for his sweatshirt.
“I’m in this,” Buck gasps, forcing himself to look away from Tommy’s lips into those impossibly blue eyes. “You’re important to me too.”
Buck mourns the space between them as Tommy steps back, eyes flicking around the room as if just realizing where they’re standing. “I think kissing me in front of the entire emergency room might have proved that, Evan.”
There’s emotions swirling through him, and he can see them mirrored in Tommy’s eyes. Affection, want, lust. The way Tommy can’t stop looking at his lips is driving Buck insane, and he wants to do everything to this man. If they weren’t standing in the middle of a hospital bay, with half the nursing staff looking on with appreciation and amusement.
“We should, uh, probably get upstairs, shouldn’t we?”
“Probably, I think the nurses have had enough entertainment for now.”
Buck winces, “Never gonna live this one down, that’s for sure. C’mon, they moved Chimney out of the ICU for the wedding. He’s upstairs.”
“Did I miss the whole thing?”
“Nah,” Buck says, reaching down and grabbing Tommy’s hand in his, pulling him twoards the elevator. “You came just in time for cake.”
The squirm in his chest intensifies as Tommy lets him pull him along behind him, listening as he babbles on about their wild goose chase across Los Angeles. “Totally crazy,” he says, hitting the button for Chimney’s floor. “Lost in the memories of his past, wandering around LA on his wedding day. It’s a miracle we found him in time.”
“Crazier than my day, that’s for sure.”
“You spend the day fighting a wildfire,” Buck says, taking advantage of the slow, ancient elevator to pull Tommy closer to him. “ON the ground and everything.” He runs one finger up the shoulder seam of Tommy’s turnout jacket, leaning in until they’re chest to chest.
“You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“The fire part is ass, I know that. But you showing up for me, not even stopping for a shower or a nap? Sooty, sweaty and all determined? That’s hot. Starting to understand why people have a thing for firefighters ”
Tommy leans in to kiss him, but the elevator doors ding as they open onto Chimney’s floor. Buck steps back, grinning, taking Tommy’s hand in his again, squeezing lightly. “You sure you need to make an appearance at this thing? We could just go back to my place…”
“You’re a menace, Evan,” Tommy says, lightly pushing him out of the elevator. He’s something esle, but all Buck is processing is the rough strength of Tommy’s hands on his chest. Tommy is bigger than him, and Buck is coming face to face with just how hot that is. He wants more pushing, more shoving, both of them not needing to hold back because they know the other can take it.
“Evan?” Tommy asks, turning to find him rooted in place by the elevator doors. “What room is Chimney in?”
“Uh, around the corner,” Buck says, physically shaking his head to try and stop the hot, wet, dirty thoughts that are racing around. He needs a nap, or a cold shower. What he doesn’t need is to walk into a room absolutely full of his family who immediately clock the matching soot on his and Tommy’s faces. He just grins at all of them, towing Tommy through the crowd to meet Maddie.
It’s only a few seconds into their conversation, just past the congratulations, when Buck starts to regret introducing Tommy to his sister. He’s almost glad for the soot all over his face, it’s hiding the way he’s blushing as Maddie does her best to utterly humiliate him.
“-hasn’t stopped talking about you,” she’s saying. “Basketball, the cleft in your chin. Its’ the most I’ve heard about anyone he’s ever dated. Surprised he’s even letting you meet me.”
“Yeah, well, regretting it now, aren’t I?” Buck says. “I’m going to need cake to survive the rest of this conversation. Tommy?”
With his first bite he realizes that the cake is the first thing he’s eaten all day, and he’s finished before he can even process the flavor. The exhaustion is creeping up on him, and looking around the room he’s not the only one. As the end of visiting hours creeps closer and closer, the guests start to dwindle. Buck knows it’s time to go when he knows that he’s not looking much more awake than Tommy. They’re both half asleep standing up, yawns coming more and more often.
“We’re going to head out,” he tells Maddie. “Long day for both of us.”
“No kidding,” she says, pulling him in for a tight hug. “Thank you for everything today.”
“Need anything from me? I can take Jee home, or start the cleanup?”
“People already beat you to it,” she says. “Jee fell asleep, so our parents took us home, and the Lee’s offered to do cleanup.”
Buck nods. “Ok, seriously, though, text me.”
“Will do.” She pats his shoulder. “Just worry about taking your man home.”
“Maddie!”
“To sleep!” she says, laughing and playfully pushing at his shoulder. “You two are both dead on your feet.”
Tommy’s half asleep in the chair, and Buck has to pull him out of it, letting Tommy lean on him as they make their way down to the parking lot. “C’mon,” Buck says, holding open the door to the jeep. “You can sleep when you get home, you want to go to yours or mine?”
“Yours,” Tommy says, “My car is at the station and it’ll be over an hour with traffic. I’m just as worried about you falling asleep on the way home.”
“I didn’t spend all last night fighting a wildfire,” Buck says, starting the familiar drive home.
“Nah, just partied all night, then chased your brother in law around Los Angeles. I would know, I have the voicemails to prove it.”
“Voicemails?” Buck asks. “I didn’t leave you any voicemails today.”
“Not today,” Tommy mutters, voice already soft and mumbly with sleep. “Last night.”
“What voicemails?” he asks. Buck blinks in surprise, flicking his eyes away from the road to look at Tommy. He has almost no memory of last night, other than too many drinks to count. But Tommy isn’t answering because he’s fallen asleep, eyes closed and quietly snoring. All through LA traffic he sleeps, and Buck is terrified that he’s going to get into an accident becuase he can’t stop looking. Tommy looks softer in sleep, his jaw loose and a faint smile twitching at the edges of his lips.
“Nice dreams?” he asks, when they’re on the way up to his apartment.
“Yeah,” Tommy sighs, leaning in as the elevator doors close. “Was dreaming about this.” His fingers catch Buck’s chin, pulling him in, pressing their lips together gently. It’s a mirror of their first kiss, soft, tender, and leaving Buck wanting so much more.
He’s too dead on his feet to start anything, even when they’re safely in his apartment. He entertains fond thoughts of pinning Tommy against the door, having his way with him, but he’s going to have to table them for later. He wants a heated passionate exploration of each other’s bodies, but they both need food, shower and sleep. In that order. “Food,” he tells Tommy. “We need to eat something other than wedding cake before we pass out for the next 12 hours.”
Tommy laughs, already pulling off his jacket and carefully hanging it over the back of Buck’s dining room chairs. “I can go put these back in the car,” he says, kicking off boots and turnouts. “Your apartment is going to smell like smoke.”
Buck just shrugs, already digging in his kitchen cabinets for something easy to cook. “Usually does anyway, used to it by now.” It’s not the gourmet meals he’s been wanting to cook for Tommy, but instant mac and cheese is exactly what the two of them need right now. Hot, easy, and familiar. He pulls out two boxes, intending to find a pot, but his search stops at the way Tommy looks standing in his dining room. It’s just the navy uniform that everyone in the department wears, but Buck has never seen Tommy wearing it. Tight across his broad shoulders, the thick thighs and the ass that’s featured prominetly in every single dirty thought he’s had the last few weeks.
“If I wasn’t exhausted and hungover right now,” Buck says, grabbing a pot from the drying rack. “Damn, Kinard.”
“What?” Tommy asks, laughing.
“You’re hot,” Buck says, flipping on the tap. “In case you didn’t already know.”
“I’m disgusting,” Tommy says, rubbing where some of the soot accumulated under the collar of his shirt. “Would you mind if I used your shower?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted,” he sets the pot on the stove, “Let’s find you a towel and something less… tight for you to change into.”
Buck digs some old sweats and a looser t-shirt out of his closet, bringing them downstairs, holding them to his chest when Tommy reaches out for them. “Sorry, this is a clothes rental. I’ll need payment up front to ensure they get returned.”
“Oh really?” Tommy steps closer, a hand reaching up to cup the line of Buck’s jaw. “How will I ever thank you for your generosity?”
Buck’s witty retort is cut off by Tommy leaning in, their kiss mirroring the one in the lobby of the emergency room. But this time it’s Tommy in charge, his hand cupping the whole side of Buck’s face and his tongue sliding in when Buck gasps into the kiss. It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before, being forced to give in and follow Tommy’s lead as he amps up the heat, his teeth playing with Buck’s lower lip before pulling away completely.
“Sufficent payment?” he asks, grinning.
“Uh, yeah. That works, uh, I guess.”
“See you in a bit. Unless you want to come join me?”
Buck is already feeling wobbly after the kiss, but the idea of getting to see Tommy in the shower - hot, wet, dripping. All the muscles and planes of his bodies he’s only gotten glimpses of so far on display for him. It’s everything he wants, and everything he’s slightly terrified of. “Dinner,” Buck says. “Gotta keep an eye on the stove.”
“And he’s fire safety aware,” another kiss, this one quick and fast before Tommy turns to walk into the bathroom. “Now that’s hot.”
Buck makes it over to the counter next to the stove before his knees give out, forcing him to lean against the counter. He can’t stop replaying that kiss in his head, the way it felt to give in to Tommy and let him steer where they were going. His brain is running on speed drive, imagining where that kiss might have gone. Where kisses like that will go, if he has his way. Sex with Tommy, he wants it, but there’s a deep seated worry in his chest that he knows all too well.
What if I’m not good enough?
Buck shakes his head, physically trying to clear it of his worries. After an emotional, exausting day is not the time to start worrying about all of this. He turns to the stove, stirring the pasta and forcing his mind to focus intently on every single step, not letting in any other thoughts. He’s just spooning it into bowls when he hears the bathroom door open.
“Dinner’s on,” Buck says, setting the bowls on the counter.
“Sweatpants are a little tight,” Tommy says, sliding into a seat, stil rubbing at his hair with a towel. All Buck can think about is the sudden, intense urge to chase the drop of water sliding down Tommy’s neck with his tongue. He’s very glad that he gave Tommy the clothes before he went into the bathroom, not after. He doesn’t think his self control can handle seeing Tommy any less than fully clothed, nerves or no. “Earth to Evan?”
“What? Oh, sorry.” He hands over the forks he’s been clutching for the last few minutes. “My clothes look good on you.”
“Make a guy blush, don’t you Evan?” Tommy asks, tucking into his bowl, then pausing, first bite halfway to his mouth. “Do you mind that I call you that?”
“What?”
“Evan…”
“Oh, uh, it’s my name, isn’t it?” Buck shoves a forkful into his mouth, really wanting to avoid the conversation they’re steering directly into. It’s too soon to explain all of his family drama, he likes Tommy, and wants more time with him before all of his issues chase him away.
“Everyone at the wedding calls you Buck, including both of your parents. Who you corrected the first time they called you Evan.”
“Yeah uh,” he looks down at his bowl, stirring it around, avoiding looking at Tommy. “It’s just complicated, for many very weird reasons. I became Buck at the fire academy, and then at the 118. So Buck is kind of the new me, the one that had a family that actually pretended like I existed.” He winces, not wanting to look at Tommy, worrying he’s laying on his trama too fast. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Tommy says, squeezing his shoulder. “So you want me to call you Buck?”
He visibly winces, then laughs. “Nah, sounds too weird. It’s different coming from you, not connected to everything my name used to carry. We can get into all the family trauma later, don’t want to scare you away too soon.”
He feels fingers on his chin, pulling his gaze away from the counter until they’re meeting Tommy’s bright blue eyes. He presses a gentle kiss into his lips, “We all have shit, Evan. I don’t think yours is any scarier than mine.”
“Mmm,” Buck hums, kissing Tommy again. “Just wait, I always fuck everything up eventually.”
Tommy hums, disapproving, his fingers tightening on his chin, ensuring that Buck can’t look away from him. “We’re talking about that, ok? But not when I’m exhausted and dead on my feet.”
“Ok,” Buck whispers, smiling when Tommy kisses him again, more fierce and sharp than their last. His fingers move from under Buck’s chin to encompass his whole jaw, his gentle fingers rubbing through the rough stubble on his jaw. It's an exploration, and a claiming, Buck leaning in, tangling their tongues together, till they’re both pulling away breathless. Buck presses his forehead against Tommy’s, catching his breath. Someone’s stomach growls, and his depe breath hitches into a laugh, until they’re sharing air in an entirely different way, gasping for air as they fall into uncontrollable laughter, clutching at each other, feeling drunk in the joy of the moment.
“Maybe I should let you eat instead of just kissing you,” Tommy says.
“I was fine with it,” Buck says, shrugging. “But I think this dinner is just going to get worse if we let it get cold. Can’t believe the first thing I cook for you is instant mac and cheese, my actual mac and cheese is so good it’d knock your socks off.”
Tommy laughs, his eyes so bright, Buck can’t take his eyes off him. He can’t believe that this is happening to him, Tommy in his kitchen, being kind and eating the awful dinner Buck cooked without complaints. He takes a bite of his own, and finds it’s better than he thought. It’s comfort food, warm and filling and before he knows it he’s polished off his own bowl and put it in the sink. Tommy is slumped against the counter, one hand holding his head up as he scrolls through something on his phone. Buck drapes himself over his back, reveling in being able to lean his whole weight into Tommy. Kisses his neck, then glances at his phone screen.
“You’re off duty, Kinard” he teases when he sees wildfire updates pulled up. “That’s not your problem anymore.”
“Just wanted to see if it’s contained. We were most of the way there when they sent us home.” He sits up, leaning back into Buck. “You need a shower, you smell like smoke.”
Buck laughs, swatting his shoulder. “You’re one to talk. Go make yourself comfy upstairs, I’ll be up in a bit.”
“Upstairs?” Tommy asks. “I don’t want to put you out of your bed, I can take the couch.”
Buck stops from where he’s piling dishes in the sink, “You think I dragged you back here, made out with you in my kitchen repeatedly, and then expect you to take the couch?”
“Just don’t want to go too fast.”
Buck laughs at that, can’t resist kissing Tommy on the cheek. “No worries of that, trust me. You’re cute. Plus I don’t even have a couch, so you have to bunk with me. If that’s not too fast for you?”
Tommy grins, “I mean, there’s no couch so where else am I gonna sleep?”
Buck kisses him again, enjoying the freedom and the tantalizing line of Tommy’s jaw, following the quick peck up with a longer one, his tongue darting out to taste. Something thrills in his chest when Tommy groans, pushes him away.
“Go shower,” he says.
Being with Tommy, in his space, free to indulge in these feelings inside him is addictive. Standing alone in the shower has him feeling the withdrawal of it all, adrenaline fading as he scrubs the soot and sweat off into the drain. He’s exhausted, barely able to pull on something to sleep in before he’s falling onto the mattress next to Tommy. It’s a small thrill when their arms brush under the covers as Buck adjusts the blankets to his liking. Tommy takes up so much more space in the bed than his girlfriends ever did, and even in the queen, their whole sides are pressed together. He wonders if Tommy is a cuddler, or if he wants his space while they sleep. Are they even at the stage where they’re supposed to cuddle? Buck is so used to just rushing into everything, sex before intamacy that he’s suddenly out of his depth. How do you touch someone if you’ve never had sex with them?
“Evan,” Tommy grumbles, an arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer. “I can hear you thinking.”
“Oh, uh, sorry.”
Tommy just smiles, sleepy and slow. “It’s cute.” His head moves until it’s resting on Buck’s chest, his arm across his stomach. It’s seconds before his breathing evens out, his eyelids fluttering as he slips into sleep. Buck is wide awake, unable to stop looking down at the way that Tommy’s eyelashes lay against his cheeks, the faint pucker of his mouth as he sleeps, and the rhythm of his breaths against his skin. He counts them, slowly, matching his own breathing to Tommy’s, feeling the adrenaline and thrill of sharing a bed with Tommy fade until he’s asleep.
He wakes up hot. He hasn’t moved from where he fell asleep, which is rare for him. It’s mostly due to the fact that Tommy has shifted almost entirely on top of him. His head is resting against Buck’s chest, arm and leg slung across his body. He shouldn’t be surprised that he’s a human space heater, and Buck can feel how sweaty he is wherever their bodies are touching. He puts his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes against the bright sun from the high loft windows, soothed by Tommy’s weight on him.
Buck shifts even closer, pressing his face into the crown of Tommy’s head, enjoying the smell of his shampoo on someone else. Tommy shifts too, his hand tightening around Buck’s waist and pulling him closer. His hips shift against Buck’s, and suddenly he’s hot for very obvious other reasons. All of them due to the hard line of Tommy’s cock in his sweatpants, rubbing against Buck’s thigh as Tommy pulls him closer. Buck bites his tongue, hard, to prevent from moaning.
“Tommy,” Buck says, trying to shift away, but Tommy’s arms are steel around his waist. They grip him tighter, hips shifting again, a sleepy thrust against his thigh. Buck groans at that one, because he wants so much. It’s almost all he’s been able to think about since they kissed in his kitchen, what it would be like to touch Tommy, to have Tommy touch him. All the fantasies are flicking through his mind at high speed, and it’s not helping that all of them prominently feature him being pinned to the mattress. He wants to touch Tommy, kiss the long lines of his skin that are visible where his sleep shirt rides up. But he’s also very aware of the fact that Tommy is still asleep, and waking Tommy might have different feelings about what asleep Tommy is currently doing.
“Tommy,” Buck says, running a finger along his arm, gentle. He shakes his shoulder, presses a kiss into the top of his head. “Tommy, wake up.”
“Evan,” Tommy groans, his voice sleep rough. “S’ too early.”
“Uh, well, uh. Other parts of you seem to be awake, and I’m not not saying I’m not into it, but you were like sound asleep so I thought I’d wake you up and see if you like, meant to be grinding your dick into me, or if it was like morning wood. Cause that’s like a totally normal thing to happen, totally, and I totally understand if you just want to forget this ever happened?”
“Evan,” Tommy says, sitting up. Their legs are still pressed together, and Buck is very aware of every inch of their skin that’s touching. His rambling is doing nothing to quell the heat in his chest because now Buck can see the bulge in Tommy’s shorts and he can’t keep his eyes off of it. All he can really think about is what it would feel like in his mouth, hot and thick against his tongue the way that it was against his thigh mere seconds ago. It takes Tommy’s gentle fingers on his chin, tipping his eyes up until they meet for him to realize that Tommy’s been trying to get his attention.
He really didnt’ get enough sleep last night, the exhaustion is still curling at the edge of his consciousness, blurring the edges of his self control.
“Evan, I’m sorry for the uh. Situation this morning, but I’m also not, not not into it.” His smile is blindingly bright, the way the morning sun is haloing him from behind. “I’m moving at your speed, baby.”
“Can I suck your dick?”
Tommy’s expression is as suprised as Buck feels, but there’s a flash of something in the blue, and the way that Tommy bites his lip has Buck confident that it’s lust. He wants to see more of it, and decides that that lip would look much better between his own teeth. He sits up just far enough to wrap his hands in Tommy’s shirt and pull him down on top of him.
“This ok?” he asks, grinning. Tommy doesn’t bother to respond, he just lets his weight drop off his elbows, pressing every inch of their bodies together. Buck has a second to process their legs slotting together, and how big Tommy feels against his hip, before he’s distracted by Tommy’s lips on his. He groans into the kiss, matching Tommy as they clash tongues, and teeth, a fight for dominance over the kiss tht has Buck feeling like every inch of him that’s pressed into the mattress is on fire. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before, and he gasps it out as Tommy’s lips move across the line of his jaw, and start sucking a mark into his throat.
“Oh really?” Tommy asks, grinning. He braces himself on his elbows, nextto Buck’s ears and moves his hips. His thigh is perfectly placed between Buck’s legs to rub against his dick in the most mindblowing way possible.
“Tommy,” Buck groans, his hands sliding down from Tommy’s hips to wrap around his ass. “Again,” he says, squeezing. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely, baby,” Tommy says, thrusting again. “God, you look so fucking hot right now.”
“You too,” Buck says, head tipping back in pleasure, the moans pouring out of him as Tommy’s lips start to suck another mark into his collarbone. “God, fuck, shit, you have to stop.”
Tommy freezes immedietly, hands pushing his weight off Buck. “What?”
“Don’t wanna come in my pants like a teenager,” Buck says, almost whining. “Wanna touch you.”
He laughs as Tommy pulls on his shoulders, rolling so Buck is on top. He sits up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it across the room. “Your turn.”
He almost drools when Tommy takes his own shirt off. Instead he kisses Tommy, hot and dirty before he’s kissing along his jaw, down his throat, desperate to taste every single inch of skin that’s all new to him. He works his tongue across Tommy’s neck, his collarbone, and grins in delight atTommy’s muffled shout when he runs his tongue across his nipple, the thumb of his other hand playing lightly with the other.
“Jesus fuck,” Tommy groans, when Buck’s other hand snakes down his chest to cup him over his sweatpants. The way Tommy is gasping and moaning about him has any of Buck’s lingering doubts fading if he knows anything, it’s sex, and he’s determined to use all that knowledge to drive Tommy crazy. “Evan,” he gasps, when Buck wraps a hand around his dick, stroking through the fabric.
It’s a position he’s done often enough in the past, but new in ways that are intoxicating and thrilling at the same time. He wants to see Tommy though, wants to taste more of him, so he bites playfully at Tommy’s nipple, before his mouth travels down Tommy’s chest to the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Can I?” Buck asks.
“You don’t have to,” Tommy says. “Wanna touch you.”
Buck hums into his skin, biting lightly at the v of his hips, “My house, my rules.” He puts his mouth over where Tommy has started to soak through the fabric, sucking lightly, already heady and losing control from the taste. He’s never been one to shy away from oral, was one of his favorite things with all of his past flings, and it’s no different from Tommy. Using his mouth, getting those delicious noises out of him that echo off the rafters of the loft is addictive, and he wants more.
“Pants off?” he asks.
Tommy nods, his hands working with Buck’s to shove the sweats down past his knees, where he can kick them onto the floor. Buck has to choke back a moan, a hand reaching out to wrap around the base of Tomy’s dick, giving it a small stroke. It’s instant gratification, Tommy throws his head back into the pillows, groaning. Buck smiles, gives it another slow stroke, adjusting to the new angle.
“How do you like it?” he asks, wanting Tommy to enjoy this as much as he is.
“Faster,” Tommy groans, “Evan, you’re killing me.”
Buck grins, “Gonna need a condom - side drawer.” He laughs when Tommy blindly finds one, and tosses it at him. “Gonna make you feel good,” he says, leaning in to bite at the sharp line of Tommy’s hip bone. He moves his hand faster, short jerks, learning how Tommy likes it from the pitch and volume of his moans. Fast, with a little twist when he gets to the head.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Buck says, unable to take his eyes off the way precome is dripping out of the head of his cock. “God damn, wanna put my mouth on you,” he says. “Can I?”
“Fuck, Evan.”
Buck decides that’s close enough to a yes, slides the condom on, and moves his mouth in slowly, sucking kisses along his hips, chasing his happy trail until his mouth at the base, mouthing slowly, before he looks up at Tommy. “I, uh, did some research, but if it’s terrible I’m gonna need pointers.”
There’s a small laugh that turns into a groan as Buck takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks, following the taste of Tommy down the shaft. He’s slightly worried that he’s doing it wrong, using his fist to jerk what his mouth can’t fit around, but then there’s a hand in his hair and it’s squeezing.
“God, Evan,” he hears Tommy say. “Baby, fuck.” Moans fall out of his mouth, and Buck uses Tommy’s noises and the tightness of his hands in his hair to determine what he likes best. It’s the sloppiest blowjob he’s ever seen, but he’s kind of addicted to it. Tommy is obviously into it, the way that he looks when Buck pulls off to catch his breath, using his hand and spit to slowly stroke. Tommy’s cock. He wants to taste it, as he starts to come, but Buck is too obsessed watching Tommy’s face contort as he bites his lips, holding in the little whines that still punch their way out of his chest.
“Baby,” Tommy says, seconds later, pushing up on his elbows to look down at Buck, where he’s still sitting between Tommy’s legs.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he sighs. “Come here,” he says, reaching an arm out to pull Buck closer, his hand reaching behind him to shove his pants off. “God, that was so fucking hot, Evan, you have no idea.”
“Wanna show me?” Buck asks, smirking.
Tommy leans up, kissing the smirk off Buck’s face, biting his lips. Buck moans, falling into it, then yelps as Tommy flips them so he’s on top. It’s so hot, being absolutely covered in him, in more ways than one. They’re both not wearing pants, and every inch of their skin is touching and Buck never wants this to end. He wants a part of him to be touching Tommy forever, especially when Tommy kisses his way down his body, following the lines and planes of his chest, smirking when Buck moans, as takes his cock in his hand, slowly stroking, his thumb pressing under the head just in the way that Buck likes. It’s his turn to throw his head back into the pillows, neck arched, unable to handle how Tommy’s hand on him feels. Large, and rough, and calloused as it slowly strokes over him his pleasure up, and up. He thinks he’s going to explode when Tommy finally gets his mouth on him, tongue laving over the slit, smiling as Buck spurts all over his hand.
“God damn, baby.”
Baby. It’s never done anything for him before, it was just something he occasionally called one of his girlfriends. But hearing it out of Tommy’s mouth is insane. He never thought he would be that into it, but he also never thought he’d be into men. Everything about this moment is proving him wrong, having Tommy swollow around his dick is the hottest thing he’s ever experienced, and he props himself up on his elbows, watching. It’s insane, the way that Tommy takes all of him to the root on the first try, and between grunted, “Fucks ” and keening “Holy shit Tommy” all Buck can think about is trying that himself. He wants Tommy to feel like he does, like his hands and his mouth are unraveling him to the very core, till he has to look away and grab at Tommy’s hair.
“Gonna come,” he moans. “Tommy, I’m gonna-”
“In my mouth,” Tommy says, pulling off to talk. Then he’s swallowing around Buck again, his nose buried in his skin, and Buck can’t hold back anymore. It’s hot, and warm, and he can feel Tommy swollow around him as he comes.
“Jesus fuck, Kinard,” he says, eventually, when he’s able to find his voice. “Had I known you could do that, I never would’ve blown our first date.” He laughs. “Ha, blown.”
Tommy shoves at his shoulder, then kisses it lightly. “You didn’t blow our first date, Evan. You just didn’t know what you wanted yet.”
Buck hums, rolling over onto his elbows, wanting to look at Tommy as they have this conversation. “I do now. And I want you.” His eyes flick down to where the sheet is riding low on his hips, “All of it, with you.”
Tommy leans up, pressing a light kiss into his lips. “I know that. I think the last 12 hours have done nothing but prove that to me. How are you feeling?” Buck cocks a confused eyebrow, and Tommy chuckles. “You literally came out to your entire family, and all your friends last night, that’s a big step.”
“Oh,” Buck shrugs. “I mean, Eddie and Maddie already knew, and there was no way the rest of the 118 would care. Don’t really care about anyone elses opinions.”
Tommy grins, rolls his eyes. “Damn, Evan, you make coming out look easy. When I told my house I was in agony for hours, and you just stroll in there like anything.”
“I mean, I’m sure my parents will have shit to say, but I’ve been a failure enough in their eyes I guess, this can’t be any worse than, like, spending my tuition on a motorcycle and crashing it within 24 hours.”
“Is that a true story?”
Buck laughs, “That’s really just one in a long line of injuries I’ve had in my life, and it was nowhere near as bad as the fire truck crushing my leg, or the lightning strike. I was off my feet and in the hospital for days on those.”
Tommy blinks in surprise, then sighs. “I feel like I’m going to need coffee for the rest of this conversation.”
“And breakfast,” Buck says, throwing back the covers, finding his pants on the floor, and tossing Tommy’s at him. “I dunno bout you, but I’m starving.”
Buck lets Tommy start the coffee pot, as he pulls out ingredients for breakfast. He knows how hungry he usually is after a grueling shift, and he pulls out all the stops, enjoying steering Tommy around the kitchen to chop vegetables or watch over pancakes on the griddle. He could get used to this, the two of them moving around his kitchen, laughing and catching kisses from each other whenever they accidentally run into each other.
They curl up in bed again, after breakfast, Buck pulling out his phone to go couch shopping, imagining movie nights and more dinners together in the future. Tommy plucks the phone out of his hand after the tenth couch he’s considered and rejected, tossing it across the room and kissing him thoroughly.
“What’s that for?” Buck asks as Tommy strips off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “Tomm - ahh.” He groans as Tommy takes a nipple into his mouth, tounge rough over the bud.
“Your careful consideration of furniture, and their pros and cons is hot,” Tommy says simply, grinning when he bites at the side of Buck’s pec, getting a yelp out of him. “You’re adorable Evan.”
He’s said it before, but he’ll never tire of Tommy saying it, especially when his voice sounds like pure sex, and his thumb is rubbing infuriating circles on Buck’s nippples. It’s an erogenous zone he’s never explored before but just that light touch is enough to have him hard as a rock in his sweatpants, content to lay back and let Tommy touch him to his heart’s content.
“Wait till you see me with a clipboard,” Buck groans as Tommy’s hand slides between them. Their pants are long gone, and Tommy digs the lube out of the sheets before wrapping a hand around both of them. He moves slowly, just enough friction to drive Buck absolutely insane, his words turning into broken whimpers of pleasure. He comes with a shout, a hand wrapping around Tommy’s neck, biting at his earlobe, whispering “Come on me, Tommy. C’mon, wanna feel you all over me.”
Tommy follows not far behind, collapsing down on top of Buck, eventually groaning. “Sticky.”
“Your fault!” Buck says, shoving at his shoulder. “Shower? Together this time?”
There’s more touching in the shower, wandering hands and mouths, as they rinse off. In clean sweatpants they crawl back into bed, spending the rest of the day napping and touching each other, and talking endlessly. There’s an ache in his chest with how badly he wants this, and Buck feels like the happy little grin on his face is never going to fade. It’s never felt like this before, this ache in his chest of wanting to be around Tommy.
The ache grows when he has to drop Tommy at harbor later that evening, casting a warm glow over Tommy as he climbs into his car. It’s the feeling in his chest that’s terrifyingly familjiar, feeling it every time he’s had to watch Tommy leave. At the restaurant, the coffee shop, the bachelor party. Every second that Buck spends with him has him craving more, and before he puts the Jeep into drive he sends off a quick text:
<When’s your next day off?>