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.
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)
Tommy is well aware of the fact that he's enabled, encouraged, and rewarded Evan's bratty behavior. He loves that Evan trusts him enough to push boundaries, that he knows Tommy would never get mad at him or upset.
It's also incredibly hot, for reasons Tommy doesn't even know how to begin to explain. But when Evan walks into the garage for the nth time to ask another question or tell him something, Tommy wipes his hands on the rag over the radiator and turns to indulge him again, he stops when he sees that Evan is dressed in a jock and a pair of socks and nothing else.
"Do you know where my shorts went?" Evan asks, and Tommy's gaze snaps from Evan's thighs to his face, which looks too innocent. He's tilting his chin down just the slightest bit, his lips held in a subtle little pout, and he's looking through his eyelashes.
It takes a moment for Tommy's brain to move past bone-melting arousal to set off the flashing warning sign in his head that this is a trap.
"Are you--the ones you were wearing twenty minutes ago?" he asks incredulously.
"No," Evan says, huffing out a quiet scoff as he crosses his arms over his chest, squeezing his pecs together. "I spilled on those ones. I'm looking for my other ones."
Tommy would actually be sympathetic to him if there wasn't a little tilt to his hip and a defiant gleam in his eye. It's as good as a dare or a red flag being waved in front of a bull.
"And if I go through all the trouble of washing my hands, go to our room, and they're, I don't know, in your drawer?" Tommy says, backing Evan up against the metal cabinet full of repair manuals and miscellaneous parts. "What's going to happen?"
Evan runs his fingertips over Tommy's chest before curling them in the straps of his tank top. "Whatever you want."
Tommy washes his hands, goes to their room, and opens Evan's drawer to find multiple pairs of shorts and joggers folded up.
"Whoops," Evan says from behind him, hooking his chin on his shoulder. "Guess I was looking in the wrong spot."
"You're such a brat," Tommy sighs, turning around and pressing Evan back by a hand on his chest until he's sprawled on their bed. When he bounces, his cheeks flush and he squirms, and Tommy lifts the backs of his knees to see the base of a plug nestled between his cheeks. "Evan."
He knows the fact that he sounds just as fond as he does exasperated sort of undermines his case.
"It was for later," Evan protests, but he's grinning.
Such a brat.
Tommy wants to worship him, but he wants to give Evan what he wants even more.
"Oh, well, if it's for later," he says nonchalantly, tugging his tank top off and pulling his sweats and underwear down, stepping out of them after he toes out of his shoes and socks. Evan starts to open his thighs, and Tommy shakes his head. "No, no. That's for later. You stay right there."
He disappears into the bathroom to clean up, and when he comes back out, Evan is fidgeting with the seams of the quilt folded up at the foot of their bed.
"Sit up by the pillows," Tommy says.
Evan scoots back, and Tommy goes around to their nightstand to pull open the drawer. He grabs the lube, flips up the cap, and pours some on his fingers. Then he puts a knee up on the bed, reaches behind his balls, and presses two of his fingers in. All the while, he keeps his eyes on Evan, who's watching Tommy's hand, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Do you know what's about to happen?" Tommy asks, and Evan nods. "I'm going to ride you at first, okay?"
"O-okay," Evan says, licking his lips.
"Can you get naked for me?" Tommy asks, and Evan scrambles to get his jock down his thighs. When he raises himself on his knees after he's tossed it away, he starts to reach back. "I didn't tell you to do that."
"But--" Evan's flush goes all the way down to his chest, and he's looking at Tommy with big, sad eyes. "But you're not--"
"No, but I will later, and you want to be ready, right?" Tommy asks, and Evan nods. "Okay. Sit down, then."
Evan does as he's told, shuddering as he does. A bead of precum comes out of the tip of his cock, and Tommy reaches over to rub his fingertip over it, spreading it around the head.
"I'll fuck you later," he says, and Evan nods eagerly, "if you make me cum first."
"Fuck, that's not fair," Even whines, squirming as Tommy keeps rubbing over the head of his cock with the pad of his finger. "I've been--"
"Acting like a brat all morning?"
Evan pouts, his eyes going shiny with tears as he huffs out angrily through his nose. "No."
Tommy pulls his fingers out of himself and crawls onto the bed, holding Evan's cock as he sinks down on it. The stretch is almost too much, but he's impatient, and he likes the aching fullness that follows him through the day.
"My bratty baby boy with his huge cock," Tommy says fondly, and Evan rubs his face between Tommy's pecs with a sniffle. "Was I ignoring you today?"
"A little," Evan admits, wrapping his arms around Tommy's waist and looking up at him with damp eyes. "You said we'd--"
Tommy cradles his cheeks in his hands and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Go to the movies. I'm sorry, I forgot. I got caught up in rebuilding the carburetor. I should've set a timer or something."
"'S okay."
Tommy looks at the alarm clock by the bed, realizes he's got about an hour and twenty minutes before the last showing of the old horror movie that they'd wanted to go see.
"No, it's not," Tommy says, running his fingers through Evan's hair. "It's not. Can you fuck me, hm? Fuck me with your thick, beautiful cock, and we'll clean up and make it on time to the last showing. I promise. You've already got me so close, baby. I tried being stern and grumpy, but you feel so fucking good and you're so beautiful, sweetheart. Make me cum, it'll be easy."
Evan starts fucking into him, pulling Tommy back by his shoulders and holding his weight there so he's right up against his prostate. Tommy feels like his eyes are going to roll back in his head.
"God, that's it, fucking--'s so good, you're so good," he groans, fucking himself on Evan's cock.
It's when Evan gets close that he holds Tommy tightly, panting against his neck.
"Fuck, you're way too tight," Evan gasps, and then he's tipping Tommy back onto his back, but he keeps his legs hooked over his thighs. Evan's long, long legs are stretched out on either side of Tommy, and then he shifts his hips a bit. When he starts thrusting, Tommy's fingers twist in the duvet because holy fuck.
It's like Evan's turned himself into a prostate massager. Tommy feels like he's about to drool. There's a burning in his groin that makes him feel like he's about to cum but can't quite get there, and he's leaking precum the way Evan normally does. His fingers are going numb, his toes are curling, and he feels like every brush of Evan's fingers over his skin is designed to send shocks through his body.
"Good boy, good--oh, your cock, baby," he slurs out, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. "'S perfect."
"Yeah?" Evan pants, thumbing at his nipples. "Feels good?"
Tommy feels like something's sitting on his chest and he can't breathe for a second, and then Evan strokes his cock and Tommy gasps in a breath, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes in a desperate attempt to ground himself.
"Keep doing--" he chokes out, and Evan keeps stroking his cock with a little twist at the head, and Tommy nods. "Yeah, yeah, 'm gonna cum."
Evan picks up speed, and Tommy arches up, feeling like his lungs are frozen in his chest for a long moment as his orgasm goes through him like lightning. When he slams back into his body, he's oversensitive already and wants to cry when Evan hits his prostate again. He's about to protest, but Evan grabs his legs, hoists himself up onto his knees, and starts rutting into him.
"Good boy," he murmurs, reaching out to scratch through his curls. "Get y'rself there, you deserve it. You earned it. Made me cum so fuckin' good."
Evan presses his mouth to the inside of Tommy's knee and whines, slamming into him in a few ragged thrusts before he's cumming with a cry. Tommy pulls him down to kiss him, wanting to feel him shake and twitch and gasp through it.
Tommy kisses his hair and his forehead and wraps his legs around him tight, wanting to keep him there as long as he can. When Evan lifts his head for a proper kiss, Tommy's happy to provide one or five.
"You want the plug out for the movie?" he asks as Evan slowly pulls out.
"Probably?" Evan says, scratching the back of his neck with a bashful little smile. "But can I wear it after?"
"After the movie or after I fuck you after the movie?" Tommy asks, twining their fingers together. "Or both?"
Evan kisses his fingers and smiles. "Both."
Tommy sits up slowly and kisses him with a smile. "We can do both. C'mon, shower."
Under the spray of water, Evan cuddles close, and Tommy kisses his damp hair, hugging him tight.
"Not that I don't mind being tempted away from stuff by you in your underwear," he says, and he can feel Evan's cheek swell against his clavicle as he grins. "But you can always poke your head in and tell me when I forgot about something we wanted to do."
"Okay," Evan says, lifting his head and smiling at him. "But can I wear my underwear when I do it?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," Tommy teases, kissing his nose.
Evan's nose scrunches, and he brings himself up to his full height to kiss Tommy's chin. "Can we get popcorn?"
"We're getting the biggest tub of popcorn they sell, because I haven't eaten in hours, and you just wore me out." He squeezes Evan close and kisses his cheeks before letting go so he can grab the body wash. "I'm also buying Goobers."
He expects the giant eyeroll he gets in response, and they bicker about movie candy until they're climbing into his truck. Then they bicker about acceptable snacks to sneak into a theater, and Tommy can't believe he's in love with a guy who believes it's acceptable to sneak hot food into a theater.
As they walk up to the box office, Evan automatically reaches for his hand, and Tommy feels his heart melt a bit.
"What?" Evan asks, laughing.
Tommy leans over and kisses his cheek. "Nothing. I just love you."
Evan grins, swinging their hands between them. "Oh, is that all it is?"
"Brat."
"Love you, too," he says, kissing the back of Tommy's hand before stepping up to the box office window.
(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?"
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.
When they get to his floor, Buck lets them in and tries to make a quip about showing him around, but Tommy lifts him up and holds him against the wall next to his door, cutting him off with another kiss.
"Bedroom?" Tommy asks, and Buck gestures to the right. He holds on tight, and Tommy grins at him. "I got you, don't worry."
"I didn't have extra baking weight last time you did this," Buck says, because he'd finally explained the baking in the truck when Tommy has asked what the fuck the flour thing was about.
"No, you didn't," Tommy agrees, sitting him on the edge of the counter in his kitchen and grinning at him. "I like it."
Buck flushes. "Yeah?"
"God, yeah. All of it. You're perfect." Then he hitches Buck up more, holding him higher up than before. "Besides, what's the point of working out if I can't carry around a beautiful boy?"
He feels his face grow even hotter, and he kisses Tommy all the way to the bedroom. When he gets set down on the bed, he starts stripping off his clothes as Tommy does the same.
"Yeah, look at you," Tommy murmurs, squeezing the swell of his pec and climbing onto his lap. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"
Buck looks down at where his cock is pressing against his belly and then back up at his face. "A little."
Tommy curls his hand under his jaw and kisses him, urging him onto his back. His other hand trails over Buck's chest and arms and belly and down the side of his hip as they kiss. Then his fingers thread between Buck's, and he lifts his hand up above their heads, pressing it against the mattress as he rolls their hips together.
Buck wants to flip them over and put his mouth all over Tommy, but he's enjoying this too much. He feels sexy and loved and worshipped, like he's Tommy's again.
"'M I yours again?" he asks.
"Always mine," Tommy says, his mouth against Buck's neck. "Always yours, always mine."
Then he keeps kissing along Buck's neck and clavicle, but instead of going to his chest, he veers off and sticks his face in Buck's armpit, which tickles and makes him jump a little.
"Didn't know you were so sensitive," Tommy teases.
"It's ticklish," Buck protests.
"Get used to it," Tommy says, nuzzling the edge of his armpit. "Because if you weren't wearing deodorant, I'd live in here right now."
Buck bites his lip, reflexively almost calls Tommy a weirdo, but it's sort of hot. He always liked burying his face in the crease of Tommy's groin or between his pecs, so it can't be that different.
"I can shower," he offers.
"After," Tommy says, kissing him and grinding against him. "Need to get you dirty first."
Buck looks down between them, can't see their cocks, but he can feel Tommy, all hard and thick and getting slick from sweat and their precum. And he's kind of liking this possessive thing they've got going on right now. He wants to be marked all over with Tommy's cum, wants to smell like him.
"What?" Tommy asks, nipping at his lip.
"C-can you hold me down and fuck my face?" he asks, licking his lips.
Tommy freezes and blinks at him. "I mean, that's a lot to ask a guy."
Buck slaps his ass. "Shut up and get up here."
Soon enough, his hands are pinned over his head and Tommy's cock is between his lips and going back and back until Buck has to tip his head back a little. Tommy shifts, keeps sliding in until he's pressing past the opening of Buck's throat.
"Good boy," Tommy grunts, and Buck feels himself leak precum. "Wiggle your fingers." Buck does as he's told and Tommy smiles at him. "Just do that if you need me to stop."
Buck waits until the head of his cock is between his lips to nod. "'Kay."
"Fuck, I missed you," Tommy sighs, and Buck wiggles his fingers a little. Tommy pulls back immediately and starts to let go, but Buck holds fast.
"J-just--I missed you, too," Buck says, smiling up at him. "Okay. Keep going."
Tommy laughs as he feeds his cock back in, and Buck loses himself in it for a long time until drool starts leaking out of the corners of his mouth and he feels like he's in a blissful state of pure calm.
"You want me to cum on your face?" Tommy asks, panting, and Buck hums. "Close your eyes, baby."
Buck does as he's told, even though he wants to see. But he's learned the hard way to not risk it and enjoys the feeling of cum pulsing over his mouth and cheeks. Some does land right below his eye, and Tommy's quick to wipe it away. When he's done, he lets go of Buck's hands and scoots back and down until he's sucking Buck's aching cock. He doesn't last long and barely gets a warning out before he's cumming over Tommy's tongue.
When Tommy comes back up, he licks Buck's face clean and kisses him, wrapping him up in his arms.
"I like this place," Tommy comments after several long beats of silence. "It's so bright."
Buck smiles, because one of the selling points other than the kitchen was the great amount of natural light that came in. "Yeah. You'll like the rest of it, too."
"Why'd you--"
"Later," Buck says, wanting to enjoy the peace. "When I make you cookies."
Tommy smiles, kissing his hair. "I get make up sex cookies?"
"You get 'I kept thinking about you this morning so I made dough that's chilling in the fridge' cookies," Buck corrects. "They're chocolate chip and salted caramel."
"Sounds perfect," Tommy says softly, curling a leg around him. "I was thinking about you this morning, too."
"Yeah?"
"It's why I went there. I hadn't gone since--I just wanted to feel like I was near you."
Buck squeezes around his waist and cuddles closer. "You're near me."
Tommy squeezes back with his entire body and sighs. "Yeah. You don't have to be anywhere for a while, right?"
"Just here," Buck says, smiling. "And the grocery store. Also the mail room. Want to help me put together a chair?"
"Sure," Tommy says, kissing his hair again. "Just tell me when you want me to get out of here."
Tommy ends up staying the rest of the three and a half days they're off. By the time they're splitting off for work, his bookcase and chair are put together, Tommy's eaten enough cookies to get heartburn twice, they have a date planned, and they've told each other how they feel.
He walks to his car, feeling something close to at peace for the first time in months, and smiles all the way to work.
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 feels bad for ‘ruining’ it and wants to try again. Buck suggests maybe he should be the one to watch instead, but Tommy’s determined to get it right. So they agree to one last time. Anyone they know is out of the question, but they decide not to find someone through an app and they go to a bar instead.
When Tommy’s in the restroom, Buck spots a guy with blue eyes and a cleft and makes an executive decision and starts chatting him up. Finds out he and his wife have a monthly arrangement and Buck can’t believe his luck when the guy’s into the proposition of fucking Buck while his boyfriend watches.
He is surprised to find out that Sal and Tommy worked together at the 118 (apparently Buck has a type) and they’re a bit hesitant but ultimately agree and they leave the bar together (thank god because Buck knows that was not just tension between two old co-workers)
So they’re getting into it. Tommy at least tries to make an effort to just watch, but it doesn’t take long before him and Sal are bitching at each other, Tommy from the armchair and Sal from the bed (where he’s naked and stroking Buck’s cock) and Buck is hard and leaking and just watching their interactions—back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match. Tommy and Sal are obviously into each other, flirting and bantering and—Buck is used to Tommy being a bossy bitch, but he’s never been like this with Buck and Buck knows he never could be, it’s not who they are with each other. But Buck is fascinated with Tommy and Sal’s dynamic and horribly turned on. He takes Sal’s hand off his dick and tells them he changed his mind.
They both look at him confused but he just grins at Tommy and tells him that he’s tapping him in.
Tommy and Sal get to finally work out the tension that held taut between them all those years and Buck gets one hell of a show.
When it’s over, Sal says, “same time next month?”
Buck looks at Tommy who nods. Then Buck turns to Sal and says, “there’s no way I’m missing the chance to take both your cocks.”
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
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