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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@911whatsyoursanity
People putting All The Things She Said over that still of Buck Ravi and Eddie at the club...
I love the idea of a Tommy Kinard who gets really into creative pursuits after he comes out, thinks he was never allowed to do because they were “gay” or “for p*ssies” — fuck you dad, he curses to a dead man, when he realizes how much he loves art and photography and poetry and mending and creating things that are for fun, not strictly function.
He even goes to a poetry reading, which leads to more of them, which leads to him presenting some of his work at a local open mic night. He loves the reaction to it, and keeps writing.
He even ends up publishing a volume of poetry after his first major breakup, and becomes kind of an underground gay Adele, putting out new volumes after each breakup. He self publishes and uses his photographs to illustrate the poems and they’re only available at a few select queer bookstores in LA, and they become hot commodities in various forums and chat rooms and people mail them around the country to each other. He finds out about this and starts publishing them with extra pages at the back where people can add their own thoughts or comments or just track where the book has been. He sets up a P.O. box that they can be sent to when they get full, and learns how to bind books so he can replace or add extra blank pages. He loves reading what people wrote, especially when they start coming in with address and languages from around the world.
The one he publishes after he breaks up with Buck is uniquely heartbreaking, and starts a whole separate thread on the ethics of trying to find out who the author and his ex are and trying to get them back together.
Buck stumbles upon a battered and heavily annotated copy of his first book in a used bookstore about six months after the breakup, and becomes obsessed with the author and trying to get copies of his other books.
hold on let me google something
what the fuck
happy Boston Molasses Flood to all who celebrate
i'm gonna be honest i think buck SHOULD date the hot if vaguely unethical married couple who are both clearly enamored of him
hii <3 for the smut prompts: 72 and bucktommy. I was thinking it could be dom bottom tommy? you can choose if you want to go with sub or brat top buck, whichever speaks to you 🫶
"Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute."
(Bottom soft dommy Tommy mmm 😌 and bratty sub top Buck)
(WAS NO ONE GOING TO MENTION I DIDN'T INCLUDE THE GODDAMN PROMPT.)
They get home from the movie, and Evan's accosting Tommy as he puts away the small bag of groceries they bought on the way back. He keeps draping himself over him, pressing him against different surfaces in the kitchen, and even grinds against him in the pantry.
"Shouldn't someone be plugging himself right about now?" Tommy asks.
"Changed my mind," Evan says, kissing along the back of Tommy's neck. "Can I fuck you again? Please?"
Tommy braces his hands on the countertop as Evan reaches around to grope under his shirt, and he almost unbuttons his jeans and tells Evan to just fucking slick up and slide in.
"I was so good, right?" Evan pleads, humping against his ass and pressing his mouth to his skin wherever he can. "At the movies? And the store?"
He bites back a smile. "You were behaving totally normally."
Truthfully, Evan had been extra sweet at the movies, holding hands the whole time and pressing salty, buttery kisses to Tommy's cheek and smiling broadly wherever Tommy looked over at him. At the store, he'd been looking up trivia about the movie and relaying it to Tommy while he kept a finger hooked in his belt loop and tipped his mouth up for kisses whenever Tommy turned to check in with him before throwing something in the basket hooked over his arm.
He deserved whatever he wanted, and Tommy wouldn't be the one to deny him. But he's not going to make it easy.
"What about earlier?" he asks, closing his eyes as Evan squeezes his pec. "You said it wasn't fair."
"I think it's really cute that you're playing hard to get right now," Evan says, and Tommy grins, caught out.
"Just making sure I give you what you want."
They leave a trail of clothes to the bedroom, and Tommy reaches into the second drawer of his nightstand to grab one of their dildos. It's purple and tapers in at the bottom not unlike a plug, and he slides a condom on it before handing it to Evan with a smile.
"There," he says, kissing him. "Put it in."
Evan looks up at him with his sweet, pretty eyes all wide and shiny. "In you or--"
Tommy grabs his jaw and grins. "I think you know the answer already, sweetheart."
His boy bites his lip and lays on his back, lifting one of his legs. "Can you please help me?"
"I'd be happy to," Tommy says, grabbing the lube.
thank you for all these wonderful fics you're giving us! if you're still taking prompts, could you do 5 and 11 for bucktommy, with bottom tommy (and any kinks of your choice!)
"You’re more than just a one night stand."
"I didn’t know you were so sensitive."
(Oh no this one might be angsty for a bit. But then it's body worship, some praise kink, a little restraining, and sweat/pit kink. Cut because length.)
This time no one needs to pull Tommy over, Buck walks up to him while he's at the register getting coffee. It's the coffee shop, the one he avoided for months.
"Can you add a medium double shot Americano with room?" he asks, sliding over a twenty.
"Of course!" the barista says in a chirpy customer service voice, even though they're barely smiling. Buck does not miss bartending.
"Thanks," Tommy says softly, a little smile flitting across his face as they walk over to wait for their coffee. "I got that for here, though."
Buck shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I can go to a different table or--"
Tommy shakes his head, his own hands going into his hoodie. "No, I was just warning you. In case you had somewhere to be."
"No," he lies. He hasn't bought groceries in a few days, he still has a bookshelf to build, and he thinks his new desk chair might be waiting in the mail room of his building.
But Tommy's smiling at him.
They sit outside with their coffee, and Buck stirs in the turbinado sugar until it's dissolved, his spoon clinking gently against the sides of the cup. He doesn't remember the last time he got coffee at a shop in a real cup and resolves to do it more. It's nice to be out in the world, but maybe it has more to do with the company.
"How've you been?" Tommy asks.
"Honest answer or PR line?" Buck asks, and Tommy snorts softly.
"Give me both. I'm curious," he says, sipping his latte.
"Hm, well," he starts, leaning forward in his seat with his elbows on the table, "I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances, and I'm enjoying the challenge that each new day brings."
Tommy hesitates before taking another sip. "Okay, now do the PR line."
Buck laughs, and Tommy's eyes crinkle as he grins. "So I had to move--again--and I actually like my place. There's not a lot of walls, it's got a big kitchen. And my nephew is perfect, Maddie's actually doing okay, but I'm still worried about her all the time. Chimney's going to be captain. I revoked my transfer request, which I think I shouldn't have done, because I still feel like I'm not really there when I'm there. I miss Bobby so much that time doesn't really feel real anymore, and they already imposed lockdown flour restrictions on me at the Ralph's by my new place."
A hand reaches across and takes his, and Buck realizes Tommy's blurry and blinks away the tears stinging his eyes.
"So, all things considered: better than expected," Tommy says gently, and Buck laughs again.
He hasn't laughed this much without having to force it out in a while.
"So how are you doing?" he asks, not letting go of Tommy's hand. Tommy doesn't seem to be in a rush to take it back.
"Well," he says, thinking for a moment, "I started flying again a couple weeks ago. Though it's with the explicit instructions that I can't steal helicopters anymore. Planes, though, that's another story. Uh, my cousin broke out in hives so bad this year that I had to take in his cat for a month. So now I'm in the market for a cat. I finished landscaping my yards, so I've run out of renovations to do. I also have been banned from drinking on the Deluca premises until further notice because Gina says she can't keep dealing with the crying--from either of us. Sal's actually taking the loss worse than he'd lead anyone to believe, no matter what he says."
Buck squeezes his hand. "So, better than expected?"
"No, I'm a mess," Tommy says, squeezing his hand back.
"I'm sorry I didn't respond to you. I just--I was dealing--"
"You don't owe me your feelings, Evan, good or bad," Tommy says, his other hand scooping up Buck's so it's being sandwiched between his palms. "So don't worry about it."
Buck feels like a big chasm is standing between him and what he wants and what would make him happy, and Tommy is there on the other side. And maybe it's not as hard to get across as it feels like.
"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to bother you," he admits. "I-I just--I wanted to take care of everyone."
"You're part of 'everyone,'" Tommy points out gently. "And you don't bother me. I--maybe this is too much? But I'll take what I can get with you. Friendship might be an adjustment, but it's better than just sitting and wondering if you're okay. I was willing to be a one night stand--"
"You're more than just a one night stand, Tommy," he says, settling his hand on top of Tommy's. "I was willing to settle for that and pretend it didn't have to mean anything. But that night--I finally felt like I was home. And it had nothing to do with the furniture or the walls or anything. It was you."
Tommy's eyes are looking between Buck's, and he looks just as terrified as Buck feels. "So when you said--what you said, you weren't talking about me."
"No. I don't--maybe? I don't know. I was so pissed at the idea that you'd think I'd be in love with someone else, especially--" He cuts himself off and hunches his shoulders but doesn't pull his hands back. "Look, I know I got my second chance a long time ago, but maybe there's room in there for a third?"
"For most people? No," Tommy says, and Buck's heartbeat kicks up several beats per minute. "For you? Yeah. As long as you'll give me one."
Buck scrambles to sit in the chair perpendicular to Tommy's and scoots in until their knees are pressed together, and he immediately clasps Tommy's hands again. "I will give you everything. I'll do whatever it takes--"
He's cut off by a kiss, and Buck almost makes a really embarrassing noise. As it is, he's ready to climb into Tommy's lap and never leave.
"My new place is nearby," he says when he forces himself to pull away. "You wanna see it?"
Tommy grins, nudging their noses together. "Depends. You got the bed set up this time?"
"Find out," Buck murmurs before kissing him again.
His place is so close that he'd actually walked, though it had been about twenty minutes away. Tommy drives, compliments the building, and Buck pulls him inside and into the elevator. He knows there's a camera in the corner, doesn't care. They've probably seen worse than one guy slamming another one up against the wall and kissing him.
Several months into their second go at dating, Buck starts to act out. Real brat behavior; real annoying, real rude, real calculated carelessness. At first, Tommy thinks he's trying to rile Tommy up to the point that Tommy fucks him good and hard and claiming and taming--but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that Buck looks shifty and worried in the immediate aftermath of his biting comments, watching Tommy's reactions like a hawk.
So Tommy gets it, suddenly: Buck is testing him. Buck wants to see how far he can push Tommy before Tommy snaps or treats him badly or leaves; how much bad behavior he gets before Tommy has enough.
So Tommy reacts with love, with patience; he reacts gently. He kisses Buck deeply and brings him little gifts and sends him compliments throughout the day. Buck tries harder, pushes further, and Tommy takes it all in stride.
It all comes to a head when Buck tries to start up a meaningless argument with underlying sexual tension after they've both just finished rough shifts--the worry in his eyes doesn't match his aloof tone, the coiled energy in his shoulders doesn't match the way he's trying to lay himself out enticingly on the bed. So Tommy fucks him--nice and hard, just like he seems to want.
For about five minutes.
After that, he slows down. His hands rub gently down Buck's legs, his lips alternate between soft kisses and whispered declarations of adoration. Buck freezes, and he tries several things in quick succession: sharp words, gnashing bites at Tommy's mouth and rough pulls on Tommy's shoulders.
It doesn't change anything, Tommy stays the course until Buck begins to gentle. When Buck's breath hitches wetly, Tommy buries himself fully and pulls Buck's head away from where its buried in his shoulder.
Buck sobs, red and splotchy and snotty. Tommy thinks he looks so beautiful. Buck can't get a word out but Tommy knows what he's trying to say.
"I love you, baby," Tommy tells him, clearly and without hesitation while looking directly into Buck's eyes, "I love all of you, Evan. Let me."
He moves then, a deep ebb and flow that has Buck throwing his head back and moaning long and loud and broken. The pace continues until Buck comes, mouth dropping open in surprise. Tommy rests his forehead against Buck's, breathing in on Buck's exhale, soothing his hands down Buck's sides while tears finally dry on Buck's cheeks.
"Sorry, 'm sorry Tommy" Buck is mumbling, and Tommy just laughs breathlessly.
Buck's confused, blinking up at Tommy with a pout and eyes still rimmed red.
"God, I love you," Tommy tells him, beginning to move again. Buck moans, eyes rolling back. "I love you so much, Evan Buckley."
Buck just gasps, pleasure and overstimulation hitting him in equal waves. With each thrust Tommy huffs another word and its taking all of the brain power Buck can muster to hear and comprehend the words.
"And"
Thrust.
"Nothing"
Thrust.
"Will"
Thrust.
"Change"
Thrust.
"That."
Tommy slides home one last time, a low moan falling from his mouth and mixing with a high whine coming from Buck's.
Tommy slides out gently, kissing Buck's knee then resting his face against it. He gazes down at Buck, flushed all over and panting, eyes shining again with tears.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Tommy tells him, "we're going to be just fine."
tommy kinard deserves to be fucked while his body shakes, overstimulated, overwhelmed, overheated, as the cum from his previous orgasm is drying on his stomach, as buck's cum still drips out of him. he deserves to moan and huff out incoherent nothings as buck fucks him again and again, being brought to tears not knowing how much more he can take. tommy deserves to have his brains fucked out of him by buck.
buck loves to call tommy a pretty boy when he is fucking tommy deeper and deeper, when tommy's whimpers and whines become louder and louder, when tommy is on the verge of coming. when his flesh is flushed a pretty little pink, shiney from sweat. buck loves to see tommy come from being called a pretty boy, how tommy blushes from it.
tommy on his knees tied up, his flesh flushed pink, a layer of sweat on top of his heated skin, bite marks scattered across his body, mostly dried up cum on his hole and thighs, cum still wet on his lips, and buck tilting up tommy's chin looking down at his daddy with a smile, eyes still full of hunger and lust, and he is planning on still using him all night long
Now I’m thinking about Buck and Tommy trying to have a threesome but they always end up making it weird for the other person—either they’re too focused on each other or they get competitive or they get judgmental about their third not pleasing their partner right.
Buck thinks maybe it’s just not for them, but then Tommy suggests that maybe one of them should just watch. Buck’s a little surprised that Tommy’s suggested it, but he’s fully on board.
Only, instead of just watching, Tommy’s offering constant feedback and criticisms. It’s kind of funny to Buck because Tommy is the epitome of patience when it comes to teaching and instruction, but apparently not when it comes to his boyfriend being fucked by a stranger. The guy is not having it and leaves but at least Buck and Tommy have crazy hot sex afterwards.
Tommy—being a tactile guy who also fidgets—touching Buck in ways that are intimate but not intended to be sexual.
Standing behind Buck in the kitchen as he stirs a sauce on the stove, face pressed into Buck’s neck and cupping his chest.
Palming Buck’s ass when he’s sprawled on top of Tommy on the couch watching a documentary.
Tommy spooned behind Buck on the couch or in bed scratching lightly at Buck’s stomach hairs, tangling his fingers in the thatch of curly hair at the base of his dick. Holding Buck’s dick in a loose grip, cupping his balls.
Buck, taking it all in stride—trying not to die of horniness, while at the same time being grounded by Tommy’s hands on him and learning this new way of making someone feel good—feel safe—with his body that makes him feel whole…doesn’t leave him feeling used up and only good for spare parts.
What’s something you think Tommy and Buck did together that was new for Tommy (but not for Buck)?
Just randomly thought of them snowballing and it being something Buck loved to do with past partners if they were into it but that Tommy has never done
and Tommy nearly blacking out when he’s sucking Buck’s cock and Buck tells him not to swallow yet