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Remember when I posted about leather daddy Tommy? Twice?
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”New to the lifestyle?” Tommy asked, and pushed a glass into his hands. ”You have that look about you.”
He had to bite his tongue, before his mouth had the chance to ask if he looked gay. ”What– What lifestyle is that?”
Tommy's eyes were twinkling. ”You're in a leather bar, kid.”
He got out of bed and chugged as much water as he could, without throwing up, before contemplating what to do. Eddie would make fun of him, but he would probably do that anyway.
”There's a new contact in my phone, do you have any idea who it is?”
Eddie laughed so hard, Buck had to pull the phone away from his ear. ”Oh, man, I forgot about that.”
”Do you remember him?”
”Not really. He was tall.”
Tall. That wasn't exactly helpful. ”You remember his name? It was a guy, right?”
”Did he not put his name in?”
”Uh, no. He's saved as boyfriend.” That set Eddie off again. ”You know what, I'll call Ravi.”
”Ravi will know,” Eddie said, still laughing. Ravi definitely knew who Boyfriend was, but calling Ravi also came with a spiel about responsible alcohol consumption.
Buck did not call Ravi. He took a deep breath and called Boyfriend.
”Go for Kinard.”
Oh, shit. That was more professional sounding than he expected. Christ. Hopefully he hadn't met a tradesperson in the line to the bathroom again.
”Hi! So, this is gonna sound crazy, but did you give your number to me last night?”
”… Evan?”
”That is my name, yes. What's yours? Other than Kinard. I'm assuming Kinard is your last name. It sounds like a last name.”
”I put it in your phone.”
Fuck. OK. ”Right. I mean, that makes sense, but I must have changed it. Because it doesn't say that.”
”Uh-huh,” Boyfriend said. ”What's it say, then?”
Buck cringed. ”It-it says boyfriend. Just boyfriend.”
”Oh, so you deleted all of it.”
”I guess, yeah. What's your name?”
Boyfriend snickered. ”You know what, I think this is more fun.”
”What? No.”
”For me, it is.”
”Are you seriously gonna leave me hanging like that?”
”Oh, absolutely.”
His hangover wasn't too happy about it, but he heard himself asking, ”Can I buy you a drink? A coffee drink. Coffee. Can I buy you a coffee?”
”Yes, you can.”
*
Buck looked around the patio. He had no idea what he was looking for. Eddie said tall, but everyone was sitting. A guy came up and stood at his shoulder, but he also seemed to be looking for someone, so he didn't ask. The guy found who he was looking for and went to sit down. As Buck tracked him with his eyes, he saw someone straighten in their seat.
He walked over and asked, ”Boyfriend?”
”Hi, baby.”
Buck felt himself physically cringe. And maybe squirm a little. ”Please tell me I didn't call you that.”
”I mean,” Boyfriend tilted his head. ”I did ask you to. Sort of.”
Buck pulled out a chair and sat down, so he could hunch his shoulders more effectively. ”Whatever I did last night, I'm – I'm so sorry.”
”You think you did something bad?” he smiled.
”It wouldn't be out of character.”
Boyfriend took mercy on him. He crossed his arms on the table and leaned in, voice lowered, ”You helped me out of a tight spot. Nothing nefarious, I assure you.”
”And w-what spot was that?”
”Had a very … tenacious suitor.” Buck looked at him blankly. ”You pretended to be my boyfriend, to get him to leave me alone. Which I asked you to do, to be clear.”
Buck deflated into the table top and exhaled deeply. ”OK, I can live with that.”
Boyfriend smiled. ”You bought me a drink and introduced me to your friends. You were the perfect gentleman.”
”Why did I ask for your number? Did I say?”
”I believe you wanted to hang out? Couldn't get a read on the implications there. You smile a lot.”
Oh, no. Oh, no. Boyfriend. Boyfriend was gay – or at the very least into men. ”I am so sorry. I mean, thank you! That's nice of you to say, but I am so sorry.”
”About what?”
”Just – the whole thing.”
”Apology accepted?”
There was a cup on the table, so Boyfriend already got one for himself. ”Can I get you anything? Pastry? Another coffee?”
”If you want to, sure.”
Buck got up from the table. ”I'll get you a pastry. Be right back. Don't leave.”
Boyfriend had a great smile, holy shit. Buck could feel the back of his neck getting warm. While waiting in line, he tried to calm down. Buck was flustered, but he couldn't tell why. He didn't do anything wrong, as far as Boyfriend said, and he was being polite.
He got a coffee for himself, and the most expensive pastry in the case. He couldn't stomach anything solid for himself.
He really did look like a boyfriend. He lit up at the sight of the pastry. ”Thank you.”
Buck wondered what he'd been wearing last night. Boyfriend was in casual clothes now, which he was wearing the hell out of, but if he'd been dressed up, he must have looked incredible.
”Did you have a good time? With us?”
”I had a great time,” Boyfriend said. ”Clubs aren't really my thing, but your friends are fun, so it was better than it usually is.”
”Did you go home with anyone?” Buck didn't know why he asked, but he waited with bated breath for the answer.
He had a curious look on his face. ”I didn't.”
Buck sipped his too hot coffee, to give himself time to come up with a fix. ”It's just, we usually wingman for each other. M-maybe we did that for you?”
”It didn't come up.” Boyfriend brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth and leaned over the table. ”You were too busy talking to me, I think,” he said and tilted his head.
Buck had to drag his eyes away from Boyfriend's mouth, but it only led him to staring at his hair instead. He had an extremely soft looking curl, just above his hairline. Boyfriend was movie star handsome. Old school movie star. Buck only knew their faces, not their names, but that was the kind of handsome Boyfriend was.
”What did we talk about?”
”Heroics. You're a very busy guy.” Boyfriend's eyes sparkled. He was clearly enjoying that Buck didn't remember a thing.
If he'd talked about work, he had a pretty good idea of what stories he'd been telling. Luckily he was sober at work, so at least he remembered that.
He looked at the breadth of Boyfriend's shoulders, the size of his arms. ”You look pretty heroic yourself.”
Boyfriend's whole face crinkled when he smiled. ”Oh, I am.”
Buck sighed. ”You told me last night, didn't you?”
”I did.”
”Alright,” Buck grabbed the sides of the table and leaned in a little closer, ”what do I have to do for you to tell me?”
”Oh, we're negotiating?” Boyfriend beamed. ”Let me think.”
Buck found himself squirming. Boyfriend's smile was intense.
”We could go for dinner? This weekend? There's this place I've been dying to go to, but I don't want to go alone.”
”I'm free this weekend.”
”Yeah?”
”Yeah,” Buck nodded. ”Dinner sounds good.”
”It's a date.”
Buck swallowed. Dates didn't have to be romantic. He went out to dinner with Eddie sometimes, and that probably counted as a date. Neither one of them called it that, but they could. If they wanted.
"Okay, wow. That was close." + bucktommy please cap 🙏
Ahhh thank you for the prompt! ❣️😘 Hope you like it!
If Tommy believed in signs from the universe, running into Evan in a bar again was maybe his cue to stop drinking. Or start drinking at home. Or… something. Because this was ridiculous.
No. Ridiculous was Evan's life in the last year or so. And there was something about the way his eyes shifted away and his grip on his beer got a little tighter at several points that said there was even more to the story.
Evan, who had always let his words pour out like Tommy had twisted off the handle, was now self-censoring himself to little more than a trickle.
It was concerning. It made Tommy want to dig, find the splinters that were going to start festering inside him, pull them out before they could turn Evan… well, into him. That was the worst thing Tommy could imagine: open, eager, adorable Evan turning into some sort of Tommy Kinard.
But that wasn't his place. He'd walked away from the job then been reminded the position was better unfilled than with him in it. And maybe that was the first sign, really. Because hadn't that been just the sort of thing he'd say?
Still. He bought another round and hoped Evan might open up a little more, might show the edge of one of those splinters so Tommy could… what? Swoop in with tweezers and pull it loose? Patch him up and kiss it better? Since when did he think he could offer something helpful to Evan that didn't involve access to a helicopter?
And it really didn't help that he'd just thought the phrase ‘kiss it better.’ He already knew his gaze kept dropping to Evan's plush mouth. That didn't mean he was going to make himself a bigger fool than he already had. At some point in his life he'd actually learned a lesson or two. Too bad none of them included getting the hell over Evan Buckley.
So Tommy drank his beer and tried to listen without watching Evan's mouth and letting his internal monologue spin off from ‘what if?’ into ‘why not?’
He did a passable job of it. He managed to tell a few stories about interesting rescues. Kept his eyes on Evan's eyes, not that they were less devastating than his mouth but at least they were the socially accepted place to focus for a guy who'd been firmly moved into the ‘ex’ column.
And then it all fell apart as they stood to leave. Evan was untangling those ridiculously long legs from the rungs of the bar stool and Tommy's hand automatically went to his forearm to steady him.
Which wasn't so bad. That could be a friendly gesture.
But then Evan looked up at him. Tommy's body shifted into autopilot (a thing he didn't even use!) and leaned in, hand still on Evan's arm as his mouth came just millimeters from Evan's.
Tommy jerked back and pasted a smile on his face. “Okay, wow. That was close.” He turned his steadying hold on Evan's arm into an awkward pat and then reached for his wallet. “Sorry about that, habit I guess. I'll take care of the tab. See you around-”
“See me around, Buck?” Evan asked.
Tommy stared at his wallet like pulling out his credit card took monumental concentration. Finally, he slipped the card loose and dropped it on the bar.
Then he looked up at Evan who was staring at him with a sort of wary anger, like it wasn't boiling over just yet but the first bubbles of it were there.
“No,” Tommy answered softly. Too softly, probably, for the bar they were in. “No,” he repeated more audibly. “I'm sorry.”
“What part are you sorry for?” Evan pushed, stepping closer. “C-calling me Buck? Almost… almost kissing me? Or…?”
Tommy's shoulders sagged. “Take your pick, Evan. All of it. I'm sorry for all of it.”
“Y-yeah? Well I'm not. I'm not sorry for what we had, Tommy. I'm not… not sorry for-”
It wasn't autopilot. It wasn't smart. It was deliberate and risky and honestly just stupid but it stopped Evan's winding up rant and it hopefully put paid to any wrong idea Evan had about Tommy's apology being for there ever having been a them.
He closed the small distance Evan had left between them and found his mouth.
It should have been awkward or weird or otherwise wrong. But it wasn't. It was almost as good as that first kiss, the risky gamble Tommy had taken not knowing if Evan was going to freak out or punch him or what.
So, just like that kiss really.
Tommy stepped back. “I'm sorry for a lot of things, Evan. But not that. What we had was one of the best things in my life. I'll never be sorry for that.”
“Then why?”
“Why…?”
“Why aren't we… us?” Evan's eyes glistened, the neon lights behind the bar seeming to catch there. “I wanted us to be.”
It punched the air from Tommy's lungs. “I wanted us to be, too. I… guess we just couldn't seem to want it at the same time.”
Evan turned back to the bar and grabbed his beer, draining the last of it before clunking it back down too hard on the bar. “Yeah. W-wanting me’s a temporary condition.”
Tommy grabbed Evan's arm again, his grip tight as he turned Evan back to face him. “No, it's not. Not for me it's not. Think whatever else you want about me and it's probably true. But I don't think there'll ever be a moment in my life when I'm safe from wanting you.”
And then Evan was kissing him. And not just kissing him, kissing him like Tommy was every good and perfect thing he'd ever wanted, like Tommy was special, like maybe, just maybe, Evan wanted him too.
Then he pulled away and Tommy had to grab the bar edge to keep from stumbling into his bar stool on suddenly shaky legs.
“Three beers,” Evan said.
“What?”
“I've only had three beers and we were here talking for hours.”
“Okay?”
“I'm not drunk. I'm not being stupid, impulsive Buck. I'm not Bucking up again.”
“I didn't think - wouldn't think that,” Tommy answered, still feeling off-kilter and unsteady.
“Come home with me. Or I'll come home with you. And we'll do Saturday and all the Saturdays and we won't… we won't keep letting ourselves…” Evan faltered. “If you meant it, I mean. If you-”
“I do. I mean it. I've never meant anything more.”
“Yeah?” And there was that sunshine smile Tommy remembered, the unclouded one that could melt every icy wall Tommy could throw between them. As long as he kept looking at it; as long as he didn't turn and walk away.
He took Evan's hand. “Yeah.”
“Hey. Do… do you have a shift tomorrow?”
Brushing his thumb along Evan's finger, Tommy shook his head. “Nope. I'm off for the next two days.”
“Me too.”
Tommy had to briefly take his hand back to sign the bill and put his credit card away but then Evan caught it again.
And held it as they walked to the door.
Together.
(Prompt from this list of you want to send me one to make about Buck and Tommy!)
Suddenly, a man was up in his face. ”Can I hug you?”
”Uh, sure,” Buck said.
The guy nearly knocked him off his feet. As Buck wrapped his arms around him, he hissed, ”Be my boyfriend.”
”What?”
”Guy behind me won't take a hint.”
”Hi, baby,” Buck said loudly. ”I couldn't find you! Have you been here long?” His boyfriend looked at him, seemingly taken aback by the theatrics.
”No, not long,” Boyfriend said and looked over his shoulder. ”This is… Sorry, I forgot your name?”
The other guy looked between them, held up his hands and turned on his heel.
Boyfriend breathed a sigh of relief and grimaced. ”Sorry about that.”
”Don't be,” Buck said easily. ”Not everyday you get a boyfriend.”
Boyfriend looked him up and down. ”You probably could, if you wanted.”
Buck felt his ears burn. ”Thanks.” He glanced around. ”Are you here by yourself?”
”I am. Bad move, it seems. Are you?”
”Oh, I'm with,” he pointed in the general direction of their table. ”Friends. Was gonna buy a round. If I get you one, will you help me carry them to the table?”
”Sure,” Boyfriend smiled.
Boyfriend orderd a fancy beer with a fancy pronounciation that Buck didn't quite catch. Together, they got the drinks safely to the table, where Buck made the introductions. ”This is Ravi and Eddie,” he pointed. ”And this is…”
”Tommy,” Boyfriend smiled.
”Tommy,” Buck said. Boyfriend fit him better. He looked at the drink in his hand. Maybe he should cut himself off. If he didn't, he was definitely going to forget the guy's name.
*
”Boyfriend!”
Boyfriend turned around, amusement clear on his face. ”What's up?”
”Give me your number! We should hang out sometime.”
Boyfriend shook his head, laughing, but closed the short distance between them. He held out his massive hand, silently asking for his phone. Buck patted his pocket and fished it out, handing it over. Suddenly, there was bright light in his face. He squinted. Then the light disappeared. Spots were dancing infront of his eyes, but he could still see Boyfriend. Oh. Face ID.
”Feel free to delete this when you're sober,” Boyfriend smiled and handed the phone back.
”I won't, but thanks,” Buck grinned. He closed one eye to see the screen better. He sent off a string of emojis, so Boyfriend had his number, too. ”It was really nice to meet you.” He stumbled forward and hugged Boyfriend goodbye.
”You, too,” he chuckled.
”Let me just,” Ravi said, appearing under his arm. ”I've got it. Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
Tommy.
Buck let Ravi and Eddie carry him home.
”Something you wanna tell us, Buck?” Eddie asked.
”What do you mean?”
Ravi rolled his eyes, loudly.
*
Bleary eyed, Buck checked for damages. Besides two made it home safe texts from Eddie and Ravi, there were no messages on any of his apps, from exes or worse.
Except a new thread with Boyfriend. Who the hell was Boyfriend? There was only one message, one from him to Boyfriend. A string of his most recently used emojis. Two of them were kissy faces.
For the AU game, I think you may hate this but I think you could do justice to a Multiverse, however you want to interpret that 😋
Oh, the multiverse, a fun little idea that now has to be crammed into everything because if the MCU is doing something then everyone has to do the exact same thing, even if the MCU is doing it in the most boring way possible.
The multiverse is like any other kind of narrative trope or tool in telling stories, in that it is neutral and depends on the skill of the artist wielding it. I personally think the multiverse works best on a narrowly focused character level. When a character is literally confronted with themselves and the choices they've made, what does that reveal about them? Are they jealous of their alternate self? Do they regret not taking a certain road? Does seeing a version of themself that did take that road give them a kind of peace? Or does it enrage them? Do they even like themself? Is this alternate timeline/universe in trouble and the characters have to grapple with the morality of helping or using their resources to save themselves? Ultimately, what does this say about who the characters are?
The MCU approach to the multiverse is extremely boring to me. Oh look, here's the Fantastic Four and Professor X from another reality are we going to do anything with that? Nope, we're going to explode their heads. The MCU isn't doing anything interesting with the multiverse other than just bashing dolls together. And look, I write fanfic, I write au fanfic, I love playing dolls, but I'm not being given millions of dollars to make movies that have dominated the past twenty years of popular culture that ultimately do nothing and say nothing. (Someone give me millions of dollars and lfj's contact info and I will turn the time loop fic into a movie.)
I think Spiderverse strikes a good balance between these two. You have the fun gags and visuals of the various spider-people--I particularly like Noir Spider-Man and the looney tune hijinks of Spider-Ham--but they are there to support Miles's story. As they tell him when he loses his Uncle Aaron, they've all lost someone they love and they all understand and grieve with him. Spider-Man is defined by having great power and the great responsibility that goes along with it, but they now know that great responsibility is shared among them. (Across the Spiderverse's use of the multiverse is different than Into the Spiderverse's and while I like Across the Spiderverse and love its animation, on a story level I think Spiderverse is the better movie.)
Anyway, that's enough media criticism. Here's some weird bullshit.
(cw: for referenced past child abuse)
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1. The Council of Tommys meet for the first time when they’re seventeen. They’ve always been there, flickers of shadow that move with or away from him: Tommy turned left, others went right; he opted for AP Physics instead of Biology and meant Shawn, another Tommy took Bio and met Beth; he skipped class to drive up to the lake with Shawn, the other Tommy lost his virginity to Beth; he learned to keep his mouth shut at home, another Tommy showed up to school with a broken arm. Tommy spent most of his life alone, but he was never lonely.
“I’m just saying,” says a Tommy with long hair and pierced ears, “there’s other options than enlisting.”
“Like what?” Tommy says. He was too slow last week; his finger is splinted Some days all he wants to do is scream himself to death. “Where else are we going to fucking go?”
“Not into the fucking army,” another Tommy spits, lip split and furious. “Do you know what they do to guys like us?”
There are infinite Tommys at the Council, a recursive fractal stretching without end, and they all shift and press knuckles to their mouths. They all feel it, the need to start screaming and never stop. In the words of Tracy Chapman, leave tonight or live and die this way.
“I got an aunt in Pennsylvania,” a Tommy at the far end of the rooms says. His hair is shorn close to his scalp and he holds himself so small and scared, a prey animal. “I’m going there.”
“That’s crazier than the army plan,” the angry Tommy says with an ugly laugh. “I’ve never met her. I don’t even know her name.”
“It’s Anne,” Tommy says, but it’s lost in the ensuing arguing.
Pennsylvania Tommy, as scared and small as he is, is still a Kinard, and he stands up and says, firm and unforgiving, “I saved up money, and I got a car, and I am not dying here.” He looks to Tommy. “Do what you gotta do to get out of here.”
And then that Tommy leaves the Council for his own life.
Into the desperate, terrified silence, Tommy says, “My birthday is in a couple of months. I’m going. You do what you want.”
Tommy goes back to his life, and enlists the day he turns eighteen. He leaves home and he, at least, never looks back.
2. They wait until they've been transferred to Germany and weaned off the good drugs before holding another Council. Once he's been cleared by the doctors for travel, he'll be back on a plane to the US where his discharge will be processed and he'll be back to being plain old Tommy Kinard, civilian.
"This is why I said not to enlist," the Tommy with pierced ears says. Instead of spending the last few years dodging every bullet but the last one, this Tommy had apparently been stretching out his ears with increasingly lager earrings and getting tattoos and experimenting with different hair colors. Tommy is as jealous as he is furious. "What are you going to do now?"
He looks at his fellow soldiers, the ones who made it. There are fewer attendees to this Council of Tommys—for every Tommy who had survived, there was one who didn’t—and there was no sign of Pennsylvania Tommy since he packed his car and took off. He wasn't dead. They knew what it felt like when one of them died, like when a tiny Tommy Kinard was knocking into the corner of the coffee table and never got up again. These had gone to Pennsylvania and never bothered to return.
"I know how to fly," Tommy says, shifting in vain along with the other Tommys in other hospital beds as they tried to find a position that didn't hurt. "I can get a job doing that."
"What, running tours?" says one Tommy, who had been dishonorably discharged under DADT because he'd been dumb enough not to turn away when Jax looked in their direction.
"There's medevac," Tommy says because he had spent the long hours stuck in a hospital bed thinking about this. "Search and Rescue. Some fire departments have an air ops division."
"Bet you wish you had more experience in conducting rescue ops," says the Tommy who eschewed the army in favor of the coast guard and hasn't stopped being smug about it since.
"I'm just saying we have options," Tommy says.
Three beds over, one of the quiet Tommys says, "Simpson invited me home. He's got an uncle and some cousins that own a ranch in Montana. He said we could stay with them while we get back on our feet."
There wasn't a Tommy Kinard who didn't have a bit of an asshole streak to him, and so it wasn't a surprise when several made the cymbal rimshot noise. Simpson had gotten it worse and his leg was amputated just below the knee.
"What are you going to do in Montana?" long haired Tommy asks, curious rather than judgmental. "Ride horses?"
Quiet Tommy shrugs, a small gesture. All of their fathers were angry men, but some were worse than others. "Why not? We learned how to fly, didn't we?"
"But Montana," says another one.
"A lotta sky there," Coast Guard Tommy says.
They all nod. There is a lot of sky out there.
"What about you?" a different version of himself asks him. "You want to go play cowboy?"
"I think," he says slowly, carefully stretching out his legs, teeth gritted against the pain, "I want to go to California."
They all nod again. There is a lot of sky in California, too.
They don't take a census—they never have; it's never needed—and the Council ends. Each of them go and live their singular life.
3. “I’m going to ask Abby to marry me,” a Tommy says when the Council meets again. There were less and less of them every time. Their shadows remained, those little flickers of choices not made, but they stopped showing up, too different for even the Council.
Tommy sucks air between his teeth. He met Abby through a holiday party for first responders, and he liked how hard won her smile was, how bright her laughter, the careful way she held herself, and, for just a moment, he thought maybe in the same way way he thought about the Tommys who went to Pride and wore nail polish and had been brave enough to kiss Jax, and he had slipped away before she could ask for his number.
This Tommy had stayed. This Tommy gave Abby his number. This Tommy desperately wants what he is supposed to want: a marriage to a beautiful woman, a house, kids maybe.
“It’s not going to work,” says a Tommy with bright green nails.
“Why not?” that Tommy asks. “Why can’t we be normal?”
“Because,” Tommy says, the only thing he’s said at all, “I’m a fag. You know that.”
They do know that, and they weep, some out of terror, some out of pride, and some just for the joy making it out and being alive.
4. There is no time for a Council. Evan calls; he needs a pilot. Every Tommy Kinard who exists, every shadow and recursive fractal spread out through every universe, answers. There is no world in which he doesn’t.
He picks up Evan and Moira BLake. He flies them away from SoCal Biomed. He evades the army. He does not crash. Bobby Nash dies.
When it’s over, those few who remain interrogate themselves at the Council. Was it a mistake to engage instead of withdrawing? Should they have tried to climb instead of hiding among the buildings? This wasn’t Afghanistan; the tricks that kept them alive are useless here. No, they would have been forced down sooner. Did they see Evan? Did they see how he looked at them?
None of it matters. Bobby dies and dies and dies. Evan screams his throat bloody. Tommy is alone with himself.
5. The final Council is held on a Thursday. It is only him and the Tommy with pierced ears and full tattoo sleeves. The ones who went to Pennsylvania and Montana and Peru, who kept their mouths shut in Eddie’s kitchen, who touched Evan’s elbow after the funeral, are long gone. Those Tommys don’t need each other anymore.
“You know why it’s just us,” says the other Tommy.
“I know,” Tommy says.
The other Tommy fiddles with the heavy silver ring on his index finger. “I never met him. I don’t even know if I can. Maybe I’m too different from you.”
Before, when the others were around, Tommy could feel the weight of a wedding ring on his finger. He always assumed it belonged to the Tommy who married Abby. But maybe he got it all wrong. He usually does.
“I’ve always wanted to get my ears pierced,” Tommy says. “And I wanted tattoos and to grow out my hair and paint my nails. I never did. I was too afraid.”
Tommy shakes his head. “Dad would have killed us. He nearly got me, but I was faster.”
There is a phantom scar on his arm and a phantom nick on his neck from a flung plate aimed at his head. They survived their father; they can survive this.
“I keep hoping,” this Tommy says, wistful. “It happened for you. You found Evan. Maybe it will happen for me.”
He feels that weight again. “Try Pennsylvania again. He might be a teacher. That’s what Evan thinks he might have done if Daniel lived.”
“Do you think so?” Tommy asks, overflowing with hope.
“Worth a shot.”
“And what about you?” The silver ring spins and spins and spins. “Are you going to try?”
“Worth a shot,” he says, again.
And that is how the last Council of Tommy Kinard ends, with hope.
6. Tommy is ten minutes early but Evan still beats him to the coffee shop. He’d claimed the good table, the one that did wobble and was in the shade.
“I, uh, got you coffee,” Evan says, wiping his hands nervously on his pants. He’s lost some weight, but he’s still so beautiful. “I know how you take it now.”
“I hope so.” He sits without being asked. There’s only him; he’s so nervous. “You’ve made it for me often enough.”
Evan ducks his head, cheeks pink and blushing. Of course the other Tommys stayed gone. Why come back when they could be with Evan?
“I’m really happy you called,” Evan says, glancing up through his lashes. “I kept meaning to, but it’s been so long. It feels like we maybe missed our window.”
There are no other Tommy Kinards. There is only him. What a responsibility. What a gift.
“I don’t think there is a window. We get to decide.” He holds out his hand. “Are you ready for something?”
Evan’s smile is brighter than the Afghan sun. “I am,” Evan says, and takes his hand.
I told @sad-girl-hours23 about 100 years ago that I would clean up my thoughts on her post that tickled my brain and write a ficlet and I finally had some time this evening to do just that.
This is part one! Part two is on the way.
I set this earlier, S2 Buck or so, because I like the idea of post-Abby Buck meeting a guy who's kinda nervous and only recently out… and who maybe went overboard at the gym as a way to make himself physically bigger and able to cope with the changes in his life.
Mwah! <3
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Buck has friends.
Lots of friends, if anyone's asking. (They're not).
Just… none who were available to celebrate his birthday on a Tuesday night. They have families and responsibilities that he doesn't, so here he is, alone — not lonely — in a bar, with two frozen margaritas under his belt and another one in front of him.
As he picks at a bowl of pretzel pieces he wonders if he might run into someone he knows: he's been here enough times to recognise a few faces, but not so many that they recognise his. It's kinda dark and gloomy in the corner of the booth he's settled himself in. The leather seat in this subterranean joint is older than grandpa who died before he was born. The people he can pick out are more likely to have a name like McLovin on their IDs than the one their parents' gave them and yeah, Buck still considers himself young but he isn't that young.
In an attempt to look less pathetic, Buck pulls out his phone and mindlessly crushes some a few levels on a game Hen only had a passing interest in when she suggested he download it. He's on level 251 now and completely unstoppable.
If the signal in this place had any chance of penetrating whatever they built it from back in the day, he'd be swiping through Tinder to find someone with a place for him to go.
His screen explodes with confetti and a YOU DID IT! and Buck congratulates himself with a gulp of his zesty cocktail. He sucks the salt off his lips and gets back to the business of annihilating more sparkling rows of gems.
Four levels later, and considering his puzzling life choices, Buck hears an out of breath hi! and looks up from his screen and… he'd be lying if he said he'd never found a dude attractive, and he'd be double-lying if he said he never actively checked one out but holy shit, this guy. He's tall and chiselled and oh my god… is that a cleft?
Buck's not sure if he wants to be him or be with him — even the thought of being seen with him is intimidating.
'H-hi,' Buck squeaks out, and the guy grins, his big chest still heaving as he catches his breath.
One of the guy's shirt buttons looks like it's about to ping in Buck's direction, and Buck's getting ready to dodge it. The guy's face turns serious comically quickly as Buck stares up at him. 'Wait… you are Mark, right?'
Buck hitches his eyebrow and lays on the flirtation thicker than this guy's biceps. 'I could be,' he teases, and winks.
The guy's eyebrows nearly kiss his hairline when they shoot up in surprise and, shit, Buck's surprised, too, because he isn't Mark. He doesn't even know anyone called Mark. Why Buck says, 'Uh, yeah, that's me,' is a mystery he loses interest in solving as soon as the guy shifts his big body into the booth across from Buck.
'Thank god,' he says. He smiles in relief and oh he's not just hot, he's beautiful, too. 'I thought you woulda left by now. Tommy. Hi. I'm really sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch.'
'H-hey, no worries. You're here now.'
'I sent like, three messages.'
Buck holds up his phone and shakes it. 'No signal down here. Don't worry about it, seriously.'
'Looks like you got started without me.'
'Oh, yeah, um —' Buck can feel his cheeks getting redder as he grapples for an excuse. No way is he going to make this cover model for Men's Health think he's a loser without any friends to spend his birthday with. 'Tough shift. Not that I like, turn to booze often or anything, I don't have a drinking problem, uh… just, saving lives can be a lot sometimes.'
'Aren't you a gym teacher?'
'What?'
'You. My cousin told me she was setting me up with a gym teacher.'
Oh. Buck assumed this guy — Tommy — was meeting a date. No one turns up looking like that and smelling like that for a job interview — but the confirmation that he's been stood up by a dude makes Buck's head spin. Buck doesn't date dudes — well, he's never dated a dude. What's a date, anyway? Just hanging out, right?
Buck can do that.
Dig deep Buck, now's the time to mine your infinite resource of bullshit. 'I-I am. Oh, ha — I said, shaping lives. Young lives, you know. It's a lot of responsibility, holding their future in my hands.' Buck twists his grimace into a smile. 'Sorry, I'm kinda nervous.'
'Oh.' Tommy's face softens. 'Can I tell you a secret?' Buck nods, a little too enthusiastically, he realises, when he starts feeling lightheaded. 'Me, too.'
'You?' Buck blurts out. 'That seems pretty unlikely but thanks for trying to make me feel better.'
'It's true.' Tommy shrugs and waves a server over. Tommy's polite when he orders two of whatever he's drinking. After the server walks away, Tommy admits, very quietly, like he's divulging a state secret — 'I'm kinda new to the dating thing. With guys. I haven't been… out for very long.'
'Oh! Well' — Buck fidgets around and rubs the back of his neck — 'I've never actually been on a date with a dude —'
'Shit, I'm sorry. Andy didn't mention that.'
Andy? Andy must be the cousin. Buck gives himself a mental high five for his listening skills. Girls love guys who listen… it's probably the same for guys, too, right?
'I never mentioned it to Andy. Seriously, it's cool.' Buck reaches out and touches Tommy's hand and what the hell is he doing?! 'You're making me feel really comfortable.'
Tommy takes a deep breath. 'You sure it's not the tequila?' Buck's eyes flit down to the light dusting of chest hair peeking out of the top of his shirt, and Tommy grins knowingly. Distracted by the thought of what Tommy might look like without the shirt, he'd kinda forgotten that his hand was resting on top of Tommy's. That is until Tommy turns his own hand over and rubs his thumb over Buck's skin. 'I've never held a guy's hand in public before.'
Buck gulps; Tommy's hand is bigger than his own and Buck's fits in the cradle of his palm perfectly. 'Me either.'
Tommy has a few scrapes and scratches on his arms and hands, and long fingers that are blunt and tough at the end. He probably works with his hands — wait, does Mark know what Tommy does for work?
Where is Mark, anyway? How could he have just not turned up?
'Umm, so —' Buck starts, searching for a way to kickstart his fact finding mission. The server saves the day by bringing their drinks and giving him a minute to collect his thoughts. Tommy's hand pulls away slowly, and he waves Buck off when Buck reaches for his wallet. After Tommy pays, Buck waits for him to take a sip before delivering an earth-shattering — 'So, how was your day?'
'I didn't work today. Yesterday, though…' Tommy shakes his head as his eyes widen. Buck knows that look of horror, the one that says I couldn't even begin to explain the fuckery of the day.
'That bad, huh?'
'You hear about the guy that got wedged in the canyon?
'Y-yeah! The one they had to airlift during the dust storm?'
'Yep.' Tommy raises his glass. 'That was me.'
'You're the canyon guy?'
'What? No! I was the pilot.'
'You're a pilot?'
'Oh my god, did Andy tell you I was a firefighter?' Tommy sighs. 'Sorry to disappoint you. I used to be a firefighter; I fly helicopters for the LAFD now.'
Buck should really end it here. Fake a migraine and say he feels sick. Get out before he somehow reveals his place in the 118 to the hot pilot from the 217. Only, the thought of Tommy in a flight suit is doing anything but make Buck feel sick. And the thought of him in a pair of dirty turn outs… well, let's just say Buck's thankful for the ice in his drink.
'Nice save,' Buck says, and they clink their glasses together. Buck's heard enough stories about the 217 to start a podcast series but he plays dumb and pushes Tommy for more so can have the upper hand in separating fact from fiction.
When the lights in the bar dim further, and the music turns their conversation into a shouting match, Buck realises he and Tommy have been talking for almost an hour.
It's one of the best dates Buck's ever been on, and when the music turns up and Tommy scooches up closer so he can hear Buck talk about his time in Peru, Buck thinks that being a gym teacher called Mark is really working for him.
Being so close to Tommy is really working for him, too: he's never kissed a guy (spin the bottle doesn't count!) but he's sure he's going to be kissing this guy by the end of the night. Probably going to be kissing him next Saturday, too, after the Muay Thai lesson Tommy's offered to give him.
Somewhere between now and then he'll have to work out how to transition from Mark to Buck. There's no way Buck wants to be tied to the dude who stood a guy like Tommy up. Basing a relationship on lies probably isn't a great start, either.
Their conversation lulls as the bar fills up. The voices of strangers fill the comfortable silence that has settled between them. Four people hover around their booth, circling like sharks.
When the music kicks up another notch, and the new arrivals become impatient enough to lean against their table, Tommy leans in and says, 'Hey, do you wanna get out of here?'
'Yes!' Buck yells loudly enough to turn a few heads.
'We could get a coffee or something. I don't usually —'
'I do! I mean' — Buck leans in, his lips grazing the shell of Tommy's ear as he continues — 'I'd love to get out of here with you, yes.'
After an awkward shuffle out of the booth while new people take their place, they head up the stairs to street level. It's just as alive with people as the bar below. Tommy keeps a little more distance out in the open but his eyes track Buck as they move through the crowd together.
Together under a flicking neon sign of an old movie theatre, they stand. Not quite toe to toe but close enough that anyone passing by could guess they're together. Tommy's putting out all the vibes of wanting to kiss but he's not making any of the moves.
Buck's great at first moves, it's just everything after that usually turns into a mess. Tommy's face is gorgeous in the evening light: all high cheekbones and a strong, smooth jaw begging to be touched. With their eyes locked, Buck reaches out to draw Tommy closer to give him what they both want.
It's weird to see a big guy like Tommy flinch. Confusing, too. They apologise to each other at the same time. 'It's not that I don't want you to,' Tommy says reassuringly, 'it's just… too much. Outside. Too open.'
Buck nods. He gets, and he doesn't, because his comfort level's been pretty much the same since Tommy sat down. But inside is good, too, if it makes Tommy feel more at ease. 'Were you serious about that coffee?'
'Sure.' Tommy shoves his hands into his pockets. 'I have my own Gaggia machine at home, so…'
'I don't know what that is.' Buck shoves his hands in his pockets, too, He's getting pretty good at gentling people on scene and those skills are coming in handy now as he mirrors Tommy perfectly. He takes the smallest step closer so Tommy can see how sincere his smile is. 'I don't know what that is but… I want to find out.'
No one has ever stared at Buck's mouth as much as Tommy has in the past couple of hours. Not even Buck's childhood orthodontist. He wants to tell Tommy so, and a few other things, too. Like how he never consciously thought about going home with a guy, especially not one who looks like he could put Buck in a firefighter's carry without breaking a sweat, but now it's all he can think about.
Tommy's phone is sealed in one of those military grade cases designed to survive a blast — or a crash, Buck's mind supplies unpleasantly — and Tommy has to fight to free it from his back pocket so he can order the Uber he promised while Buck cycles through all the possibilities of what could happen when they get through Tommy's front door.
Because as much as he wants a homemade espresso from Tommy's fancy machine, he doesn't want it right now. He wants it to help him wake up in the morning after a night of doing anything but sleeping. Is giving another dude a hand job the same as jerking off? Hopefully that's where this is going — the look on Tommy's face kinda says otherwise, but Buck knows he makes the same one when surge pricing makes walking an hour down the side of the free-way seem like a more appealing option.
'We can split the fare,' Buck says breezily.
'Yeah?' Tommy's face is stony when he looks up from his phone. Jeez, how far does this guy live?
'My place is pretty close by if you —'
'I've been trying to order a car but I've had like, a dozen messages from you telling me you got caught up in an accident and that you weren't going to make it. Oh, and one from my cousin asking why I blew Mark off.'
'Oh,' Buck tries to play it off with a nervous laugh and a smile but Tommy remains unmoved. His well-tuned body, something Buck has spent the night both coveting and lusting over, suddenly looks more intimidating than inviting. Buck takes a step back and raises his hands carefully. Gently. 'I can explain.'
The arms Buck hoped would be holding him cross defensively instead. Despite being the same height, it feels a lot like Tommy's looking down on him as he waits for Buck to come clean.
'It's my birthday, ok? I didn't have anyone to celebrate with —' Tommy stands eerily still as Buck falls over himself to explain. 'I-I just didn't want you to leave. You're really interesting. And cool. I couldn't believe someone would stand you up —'
'They didn't.'
'Ok, that's true. But I thought they had —'
'So you lied out of pity?'
'No!' This is going so much worse than Buck thought it would. 'No, Tommy —I just wanted to get to know you. Look, I know it doesn't look great but it's really not a big deal. I'm not like, a scammer. I've been through that and it sucks.' Tommy's stupidly handsome face twists in disbelief before hardening again. 'Long story; doesn't matter. I do stupid shit sometimes, ok? I'm trying not to but I'm still working on it.'
Tommy checks his phone one last time before undertaking the Herculean task of shoving it back in his pocket. Buck's used to running head on into danger but it still takes everything within him not to take a step back when Tommy gets in his face. 'Work harder,' is all Tommy says, face so close to Buck's that he can feel his breath on his skin.
And what does it say about Tommy, Buck wonders, that he's comfortable being so close in public when it looks like they're about to fight instead of kiss?
An Uber rolls up behind Buck, and Tommy's eyes flit away for just a second so he can give the driver the nod. 'If even half of what you said was true then you're a great guy. But I don't think you're ready. And I'm definitely not ready to deal with whatever' — Tommy waves his hands around — 'this is.'
'Tommy —'
'I have to go.' He weaves around Buck quickly. Buck, still caught in Tommy's orbit, moves with him, until there's nothing there to move with anymore. Tommy's fingers linger on the door handle of his waiting Uber. 'You know what the worst thing is?' Tommy asks and Buck doesn't even know where to begin because there are so many worst things. 'You haven't even said you're sorry.'
And shit, Buck hasn't, even though apologising is something he's becoming an expert in. If Tommy would just step back and wait Buck could apologise for both being himself and not being himself and for a hundred other things he hasn't thought of yet.
'Happy birthday,' Tommy says without a hint of sincerity, wrenching the door open before sliding into the backseat. He closes the door softly, which is somehow worse than if he'd slammed it to drive his disappointment home.
It's only once the car's out of sight that Buck realises he never told Tommy his real name.
what if Buck was an ecologist and Tommy was the pilot flying him to his extraordinarily remote study location
truly the least equipped person to handle this prompt but i appreciate your faith in me. 💖anyway, i've filled this over on ao3:
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swimming with sharks
bucktommy, 1.4k, complete
"You know what's crazier than a guy flying out here several times a year to research shark breeding grounds he can't find?" Evan asks. "The guy who flies him out there."
Tommy smiles. "Guilty."
Hello! I saw the post about the BuckTommy Book Club discord and was curious if you would be willing to explain more about it and the setup and how it would work?
Hi anon! Happy to discuss the BuckTommy Book Club - our setup and goal is for BuckTommy fans to have a space to read, or reread, BuckTommy fics together. We currently have discussions of two multi-chapter fics going that were voted on by the community, and we plan to have discussions of shorter fics soon as well. For the multi-chapter fic discussion, we are currently reading a chapter a week, but that timeline may be changed if people in the server would prefer a different timeframe.
We plan to share the comments in the server with the authors of the fics, and we encourage people to also kudos/comment on the fics on Ao3.
If you have any other questions feel free to send me another ask or message me here or on Discord!
The BuckTommy Book Club Discord is now open! I'm excited to read and discuss incredible fic with this great fandom.
Here is the invite link: https://discord.gg/G5UtgJjmq
The BuckTommy Book Club Discord is now open! I'm excited to read and discuss incredible fic with this great fandom.
Here is the invite link: https://discord.gg/G5UtgJjmq
The BuckTommy Book Club Discord is now open! I'm excited to read and discuss incredible fic with this great fandom.
Here is the invite link: https://discord.gg/G5UtgJjmq
The BuckTommy Book Club Discord is now open! I'm excited to read and discuss incredible fic with this great fandom.
Here is the invite link: https://discord.gg/G5UtgJjmq
I'm excited to see all the interest in the BuckTommy Fic Book Club! I mentioned in the original post that I was considering using Discord to host; since then, I've also received suggestions of using a Tumblr Community or a forum. I've used forums in the past and believe that a forum using jcink/proboards could be useful for people who may feel uncomfortable interacting in a Discord setting, but I'm open to all options, especially since Discord is what most people are probably familiar with. I've made a poll below so we can determine what the majority of people would be the most comfortable with.
Where should the BuckTommy Fic Book Club be hosted?
Discord
Tumblr Communities
A forum (jcink/proboards)
A dreamwidth community
Somewhere else - please let me know your suggestion
Since tumblr communities won the poll - I looked into making one and ran into some cons. First, you cannot run or participate in a community on your sideblog. This is a sideblog and it's honestly a dealbreaker for me that I'm unable to make a community or participate in a community with it.
Discord was the option that received the second highest number of votes. This also has some downsides: some people don't wish to use discord, and a discord server would not be public, which means that it would be harder for authors to see discussion about their fics if they were unaware of the server or didn't wish to join. However, there's also pros: a lot of people are already familiar with Discord and how to use it; it would be easy to set up a discord server; each fic / discussion could be its own channel or thread within a channel or
Regarding a forum, the ProBoards ToS can be pretty restrictive, so this would be a Jcink forum. However, it would have to be premium for content above PG-13, and Jcink premium costs 10 USD/month or 80 USD/year, so it is an option but basically the only paid option, which I'm reluctant to do. Additionally, while I've used Jcink in the past, it's been years and I'm less familiar with how I'd set up a forum. Also, there may be some privacy concerns with a forum - as Admin, I'd be able to see people's IPs and emails.
Dreamwidth is free to use and make an account on. People without accounts can view a community allows people without accounts to view posts and comments, and if I made a community, I could allow people to anonymously post comments on posts (though this feature is easily abusable). There are a multitude of options for discussions: for example, each fic could be discussed in a separate post, with threads for each chapter of multi-chapter fics or threads for people who want to discuss on a re-read versus people who haven't read the fic before and don't want to be spoiled. Dreamwidth is also very privacy-oriented for those who may be concerned. The major con with DW is that many people aren't familiar with it and may have issues using the site.
tl;dr After looking into our options, I think a Discord or Dreamwidth are the best options.
If anyone has thoughts they want to share, please use the replies or feel free to message me!
I'm excited to see all the interest in the BuckTommy Fic Book Club! I mentioned in the original post that I was considering using Discord to host; since then, I've also received suggestions of using a Tumblr Community or a forum. I've used forums in the past and believe that a forum using jcink/proboards could be useful for people who may feel uncomfortable interacting in a Discord setting, but I'm open to all options, especially since Discord is what most people are probably familiar with. I've made a poll below so we can determine what the majority of people would be the most comfortable with.
Where should the BuckTommy Fic Book Club be hosted?
Discord
Tumblr Communities
A forum (jcink/proboards)
A dreamwidth community
Somewhere else - please let me know your suggestion
Since tumblr communities won the poll - I looked into making one and ran into some cons. First, you cannot run or participate in a community on your sideblog. This is a sideblog and it's honestly a dealbreaker for me that I'm unable to make a community or participate in a community with it.
Discord was the option that received the second highest number of votes. This also has some downsides: some people don't wish to use discord, and a discord server would not be public, which means that it would be harder for authors to see discussion about their fics if they were unaware of the server or didn't wish to join. However, there's also pros: a lot of people are already familiar with Discord and how to use it; it would be easy to set up a discord server; each fic / discussion could be its own channel or thread within a channel or
Regarding a forum, the ProBoards ToS can be pretty restrictive, so this would be a Jcink forum. However, it would have to be premium for content above PG-13, and Jcink premium costs 10 USD/month or 80 USD/year, so it is an option but basically the only paid option, which I'm reluctant to do. Additionally, while I've used Jcink in the past, it's been years and I'm less familiar with how I'd set up a forum. Also, there may be some privacy concerns with a forum - as Admin, I'd be able to see people's IPs and emails.
Dreamwidth is free to use and make an account on. People without accounts can view a community allows people without accounts to view posts and comments, and if I made a community, I could allow people to anonymously post comments on posts (though this feature is easily abusable). There are a multitude of options for discussions: for example, each fic could be discussed in a separate post, with threads for each chapter of multi-chapter fics or threads for people who want to discuss on a re-read versus people who haven't read the fic before and don't want to be spoiled. Dreamwidth is also very privacy-oriented for those who may be concerned. The major con with DW is that many people aren't familiar with it and may have issues using the site.
tl;dr After looking into our options, I think a Discord or Dreamwidth are the best options.
If anyone has thoughts they want to share, please use the replies or feel free to message me!