Evan grabbed his hand and held it to his abdomen. Tommy couldn't feel anything other than Evan's stomach. Maybe Evan could feel something – or thought he could feel something.
”You said you've done this before.”
”I have, but it's you.” He panted for a moment. ”It's you.”
Tommy had no idea what was happening, and he couldn't see Evan's face. Carefully, he moved back, pulling out.
”No! No, no, where're you going?”
Tommy tapped his thigh, ”Turn over.” Evan turned over with such force, the bed shook with it. Tommy took himself in hand and pushed back inside Evan's body. It was instant. Evan relaxed again.
Now that he had the freedom to do so, he wrapped his long legs around Tommy's waist. Tommy leaned over him, pressing their lower bodies to each other. Braced on his arm, Tommy said, ”Talk to me.”
Evan's eyes went a little glassy. ”You're in me.”
Tommy wiggled his hips to demonstrate. ”Yeah.”
Evan wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulders, pulling him the rest of the way down. He kissed him with open eyes. ”You're inside of me,” he said with wonder.
It didn't clear anything up. Tommy had no idea what was happening in Evan's head. It seemed to have very little to do with what they were actually, physically doing.
”Can you go deeper?”
The answer was no, Tommy only had so much dick to work with, but he gave it a try. He grabbed Evan's thighs, pushing them up and back. It wouldn't do anything in terms of depth, but it felt different.
Evan sighed, hands finding his own abdomen again. ”Fuck.” He licked his lips. ”We need to do this all the time.”
There was a whole conga line of teasing jokes in Tommy's head, but he didn't want to cheapen what Evan was experiencing. Whatever it was, it wasn't an experience Tommy had had himself. He placed his hand on top of both of Evan's, pushing down lightly. ”How's it feel?”
Evan beamed at him. ”Feels right,” he said, and grabbed Tommy by the hips. ”Move.”
it wasn't my intention to post the whole thing on here, but looks like i'm doing that again. i think there will be one more part after this.
parts one & two.
Tommy dropped his bank card. ”What're we gonna do on our second date, primal play?”
”That sounds fun.”
”You know what it is?”
”That's the one where you chase each other through the woods, right?” Buck asked. The bartender eyed both of them, but took Tommy's card. ”Or is that a different one? I get the animal ones mixed up.”
Tommy put his massive, and surprisingly warm, hand on Buck's shoulder. ”I need you to stop talking for a minute.”
Buck pouted a little, but bit his tongue until Tommy got his receipt. Tommy stood up and Buck's eyes went wide, as he leaned in.
”How about we go somewhere where other people can't hear us?”
Tommy was so funny. ”Are we doing the kidnapping thing?”
”Evan,” Tommy said. ”I don't know, but what I do know, is that I don't want to get arrested, and things are getting a little indecent here.”
”I can stop?”
”Please, don't.” Tommy stepped behind him and bodily pulled Buck out of his seat, steering him toward the door.
”Sounds like we're doing the kidnapping thing,” Buck threw over his shoulder and did his best not to let his knees buckle, when Tommy's hands travelled from his shoulders, down his back, and settled on his hips.
Once outside, Tommy didn't stop leading him by the hips. ”Where are we going?”
Tommy didn't reply. Instead, he led them around the corner and spun Buck around. His hand came up to grab the back of Buck's head, so it didn't hit the bricks behind him. Oh. Oh, Tommy was kissing him. Buck closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Tommy broke the kiss, even though Buck tried to chase him. ”Don't ever stop talking,” Tommy breathed and leaned back in. His whole body surged forward, pressing Buck into the wall.
Buck was going to come in his pants. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, pulling himself up on his tiptoes, and Tommy held him. Oh, fuck, Tommy could carry him. Tommy was huge and a firefighter and he could definitely carry him.
”Are you gonna have your way with me?”
Tommy turned his head and laughed. ”I'm sorry, I didn't drive. I'd have to plan it.” He sounded genuinely sorry.
”Wait, you'd actually do it?”
”I would do an– I would, yes.”
”Tommy,” Buck cupped his face and pulled him back in. ”We need to get an Uber,” he said in between kisses. ”I need to get my hand down your pants.”
Tommy put a hand on the middle of Buck's chest, pinning him, so he could step away. He dragged a hand across his mouth and got out his phone. ”Where to?”
Buck pointed, ”I live ten, fifteen minutes up the road.” Tommy handed over his phone, so Buck could put his address in.
Their eyes met over the phone. They smiled, then grinned, until they laughed. Tommy dragged his hands through his hair, his cheeks charmingly pink.
”You said second date, earlier. That makes this is our first.”
”You told your mom you'd call her back. Might as well get a few of them out of the way, so you don't have to lie as much.”
”Oh, so we're working on the cover story?”
”Is it a cover story, if we've actually been on a date?”
Buck was about to lay one on him for being so smart, when their driver pulled up and leaned on the horn.
Buck caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview and plastered himself to the door, so he wouldn't do unspeakable things to Tommy, and earn him a bad rating. He thought he was doing OK, until Tommy's hand clamped down on his knee. ”Sorry,” he muttered and stopped bouncing it.
The walk from the curb to his front door was agony. There was barely a foot between them, but Buck couldn't get himself to close the distance, in the brightly lit hallway, lest one of his neighbours walked in on them.
His keys were already jingling in his hands, when he said, ”This is me.” Tommy just smiled at him.
Inside, Buck closed and locked the door, before nearly walking face first into Tommy's chest.
”Listen, it's OK if we got ahead of ourselves. I don't mind slowing down,” Tommy said, ”or heading out.”
Buck didn't have the patience to get them somewhere comfortable. He pushed Tommy backwards, until they collided with the kitchen island. This time, he got to be the one to initiate. Tommy was such a good kisser.
”I need to get my hands on you,” Buck said, mostly to himself. He pulled on Tommy's belt, getting it undone, and pulling the fly apart, and sticking his hand down the front of Tommy's jeans. ”Oh, fuck.” That was a dick. Tommy definitely had a dick. He didn't manage to catch the waistband of Tommy's underwear, so that was still between them, but he could feel Tommy through them. The shape and the weight of him.
He needed to pace himself, he was getting too worked up. Buck tipped forward, resting his head in the crook of Tommy's neck. He was almost panting.
”You OK?”
”Yeah,” Buck nodded. ”Got too excited, but I'm OK.”
Tommy chuckled and rested his hands on Buck's hips. They felt like oven mitts, but Tommy's bare hands were just that big. His fingers were teasing at the hem of Buck's shirt.
It would've been easier, less restricting, if he got his hands on Tommy's skin, but it was hot having to do it through his underwear. He never imagined having a dick in his hand would feel this good – someone else's dick.
”I like this so much,” he muttered, and pressed his mouth to Tommy's neck.
”Me, too,” Tommy said. His hand wasn't down Buck's pants, so they probably weren't talking about the same thing.
”What's your favourite thing?”
”My what?”
”Sex with men. What's your favourite thing to do?”
Tommy's hands went up under Buck's shirt. His nails were short, but long enough to scritch a little. Buck's whole body shivered at the sensation. ”Depends on the guy,” Tommy said.
”Cop out,” Buck teased.
”Not everyone likes getting eaten out. If they don't like it, it's not fun.”
”Eat– We need to do that,” Buck said. ”Right now.” He took a step back, and did everything he could not to whine, when he pulled his hand out of Tommy's pants. God, he looked good standing there, with his pants undone and Buck's spit all over his neck. ”You need to send me so many nudes. You need to be the background on my phone.”
Tommy laughed and hiked his pants up, where they were sagging around his hips. ”Before or after the rim job?”
Buck grabbed his hands. ”My bed is upstairs.”
They tumbled up the stairs, where Buck was confronted with his unmade bed . He should've done a bit of tidying. But the kitchen sink was full of dishes and Tommy hadn't said a thing – probably hadn't noticed.
Buck kicked off his shoes and got rid of his shirt, before crawling onto the bed. He pushed the duvet aside, so it didn't bunch under them. ”Come on,” he made grabby hands at Tommy.
Tommy shook his head, grinning, and got off his shoes and his overshirt. How he looked broader in a tanktop, Buck had no idea. Tommy climbed on. Buck held his breath, as Tommy's weight came down on him in increments. Legs first, then hips, chest. Tommy's body covered every bit of his. Buck moaned at the feeling of Tommy's thigh between his legs. If Buck's thigh felt half as good as this, Buck didn't know how Tommy managed to stay quiet.
They kissed until neither one of them could breathe. Buck thought they broke apart to catch their breath, when he was flipped over onto his stomach. Tommy laughed at his yelp.
There was nothing to hold on to, so Buck's hands clenched uselessly in the air, when Tommy's face met the middle of his back. He was lying there, panting, as Tommy's mouth kissed a line down his spine.
”Get your belt,” Tommy said into his lower back.
Buck only lifted his hips as much as he needed to, to get his hands under himself. The belt was barely undone, before Tommy yanked his jeans down, without waiting for the button or the zipper. His own question from earlier played in his head,
Are you gonna have your way with me?
Tommy's mouth continued its path down. Buck tried to part his legs, but his jeans were keeping them together. Tommy had seemingly given up around his knees. He felt Tommy's nose between his asscheeks and breathing became very difficult.
He may have shrieked a little, at first contact, but in Buck's defense, it had been a while and he'd kind of forgotten what it felt like. Tommy laughed against his asshole, which Buck did not know would feel like that. He didn't hate it.
Buck lost all sense of time. He was pretty sure he was drooling. He had been eaten out before, but not with this level of enthusiasm. He was wet from his taint to his tailbone, not counting the mess he was making himelf.
”Tommy. Tommy. I'm gonna come.”
”Then come.”
Buck craned his neck and looked over his shoulder. ”You sure?”
”Well, Thirty-Two, if you can't go again, I'll find your prostate. You don't need to get hard for that.”
”Oh, my god,” Buck whimpered into the sheets.
Tommy sat up and yanked Buck's jeans the rest of the way off, but it was hardly a reprieve, his tongue was back in no time.
#in buck’s first transformative relationship, he’s hesitant, because he thinks that he’ll easily end up hurting his partner #but they don’t believe that will happen #in buck’s second transformative relationship, he jumps in head first, but is more comfortable than he’s ever been, so he hasn’t fathomed a world where he could end up hurting his partner #but they have
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
A Theo Buckley ADHD/autism head canon that constantly cycles through my mind.
When Buck and Tommy get back together he unexpectedly becomes Theo’s safe person, when Theo’s having a behavioural meltdown or sensory overload he will seek out Tommy and non verbally ask to snuggle or pull on Tommy’s shirt in an attempt to hide underneath it. Buck comes home from shift one day to find Tommy lying on the couch, Theo draped over him with his head under Tommy’s shirt.
It’s not the first time he’s found thin like this, not by a long shot, even if Buck is home when Theo has these moments of overstimulation, he’ll still seek out Tommy in his efforts to regulate himself.
“We had a rough day today,” Tommy says softly, one hand still rubbing gently over the boy’s back, “too much noise.”
Buck drops his bag and kicks off his shoes, heading straight for his boys on the couch.
“Hey, Theo,” Buck calls, announcing his presence before he carefully lifts the hem of Tommy’s shirt and peaks underneath. Theo’s head is resting just off centre of Tommy’s chest, right over his heart, and his little hand is tucked under his chin, fingers tapping the rhythm of the man’s heartbeat.
Buck bullies himself onto the couch next to Tommy, half straddling him to ensure he doesn’t slide off, and he ducks his head under the shirt to join his son. The fabric stretches and gets snug as he settles his head on the opposite side of Tommy’s chest. Theo’s eyes track his movement but he doesn’t say anything yet, still emotionally overwhelmed.
“Tough day, huh?” Buck asks, feeling Tommy’s arm wrap around his back to hold him against his body.
Theo gives a small nod, fingers still tapping the rhythm of Tommy’s heartbeat against his chin.
“Yeah, me too. You mind if I share your safe space for a bit?” He lays his hand on Tommy’s sternum, matching the beat of Theo’s tapping with his index finger.
Theo shakes his head this time, drawing a deep breath into his little lungs and exhaling it loudly through his nose. His body seems to relax a little, as though Buck joining him in his hiding place was what he’d been waiting for to be able to finally let go of the day’s frustration.
With Tommy’s broad hand stroking calmly over the length of Buck’s back, making him feel warm, secure, loved, he can’t blame his son at all for choosing Tommy’s as his safe person.
it really is fitting that buck’s childhood was spent unknowingly competing with his dead brother and now phillip is doomed to spend the rest of his days competing with buck’s dead father, knowing he’ll never come out on top.
cw for non-consensual phone sex in regards to Buck masturbating while on the phone with somebody who hasn't given their consent and also because Buck is unaware that Tommy does actually know he's masturbating. this does lead to mutual masturbation (phone sex) later. this is also 1000% self-indulgent and rambly, fair warning.
Buck and Tommy are at the 118 at the same time during Buck's probie year and Buck immediately latches onto him.
So when Tommy gets injured and has to be off work for a couple weeks, Buck is very mopey at work since he can't see or talk to Tommy (and Tommy hasn't wanted visitors which Buck knows logically means Tommy doesn't want to see anyone, but he takes it personally anyway)
Chim texts Tommy one day and begs him to call Buck to put Buck but especially the 118 out of their collective misery.
So Tommy calls Buck that same night knowing he's off work and hoping maybe Buck will have a better shift that next day if they talk (and he does sincerely miss having Buck in his space and hanging off of him like an extra limb)
So they're talking and it isn't long before Buck already sounds brighter, happier, than when he first answered the phone and they both settle into their normal banter and talk about their days. Buck is in bed as they're talking, propped against the headboard, and he starts absent-mindedly fidgeting with the drawstrings, then with the hem of his boxers, and now his hand is in his boxers and he's fidgeting with his pubes.
He's not even thinking about getting off, he's just--he's got Tommy's voice in his ear in the first time in weeks and he's so relaxed, he's hardly conscious of himself putting his hand on his cock, but then it feels good and Tommy's still in his ear--chuckling at something Buck said but can't even remember now because the combination of sensations is lethal and he has to close his eyes and bite his lip so he doesn't outright moan in Tommy's ear.
And now he's chasing the dual pleasure of jacking off and having Tommy's attention on him and he thinks he's being so slick and that Tommy won't know and a few times his breath hitches and Tommy asks if he's alright and he says that he's fine and when he comes, he buries his face in the pillow and when he puts the phone back to his ear, Tommy's repeating his name and Buck lies and says there must have a connection issue.
Tommy hums in amusement and just says "goodnight, Evan" and Buck's already half-way asleep so he doesn't realize that Tommy had been in the middle of a story
This happens during a few more phone calls, Buck still oblivious to Tommy knowing and to Tommy inadvertently teasing him by working as many dirty sounding words into their conversations as he can get away with
The night before Tommy's due back to work, he calls Buck an hour later than normal and Buck's got his hand on his cock before he's barely said hello--he's been hard ever since Tommy texted him an hour before saying he'd call soon and he'd been lazily petting his cock in anticipation.
Buck asks how Tommy feels about going back to work (because he has some manners even if he is secretly getting off to Tommy's voice) and Tommy says he's looking forward to it, but he can't sleep and does Buck have any suggestions?
And Buck just blurts out, "touch yourself."
"Touch myself? Right now?"
Buck blushes. "I, uh--"
"Like you're doing?"
Buck goes still. "I--what?"
"Evan," Tommy murmurs. "Did you really think you were being discreet?"
"Yes?"
Tommy chuckles. "Yeah, not with how wet you seem to get."
"Jesus christ," Buck mutters, precum dribbling down his cock. "So you've known this whole time that I was--getting off to you?"
"Since the first call."
"And you never--"
"What?" Tommy says, voice low. "Touched myself?"
Buck's breath hitches.
"Not while you were on the phone. But it sounds like you want me to. You want to hear me get off, Evan?"
"You're teasing me."
"I'm not. I want to hear you too. You haven't let me hear you come. I bet you sound so pretty."
Buck's stomach clenches as he squeezes his cock and whines. "Tommy, please."
"Please what?"
"Please touch yourself. For me."
Tommy wraps his hand around his cock. "Then what?"
"I just want to hear you."
They jerk off together, panting and moaning into each other's ears, the only words spoken are a few blissed out yeahs and each other's name.
When Buck's breath hitches, Tommy knows he's close. "That's it, Evan. Come for me."
Buck comes with Tommy's name on his lips.
Tommy follows him over the edge.
"Think you'll be able to sleep now?"
"Mm. Think so. Can't wait to see you."
Buck hides his grin in his pillow. "Yeah, me too."
They become friends and when Tommy comes out to Buck he’s so excited to become Tommy’s wingman when he confessed than he has never been on a date with a man and only did some back alley blowjobs or handies in the army
Tommy is reluctant, because for one he finds Buck hot as hell as and is completely enamored and two he feels like an idiot everytime he fumbles something and Buck has to see it
They create his account for various app and Buck helps him with what to say if Tommy wants to start talks or how to answer some more complex messages
And one day Tommy is kinda really into a profile but the person hasn’t answered in like 5 hours after a message and he asks Buck what he should do
And it’s still Buck 1.0 so of course he goes “send him a dick pic”
He hasn’t seen it but he’s seen Tommy in underwear or with a towel he knows it’s big, and he’s sure that gay guys would love to receive that
Except
Tommy send it to him instead of the guy
And for some reason Buck gets hard as fuck seeing it
It’s thick, thicker than his but not as long, with full low hanging balls under it and it kinda makes him salivate
But he’s not gay
Or bi
Or pan
Or whatever else label there is
He just appreciate a nice big cock, right ?
So he just says back “not to me, to him!”
But he feels a bit bad for it and add “nice big cock tho”
Buck surprises Tommy by wearing this and only this and Tommy proceeds to fuck him twice with his Evan still wearing it. First with Buck on his knees so Tommy can see the back and the second so they can face each other and Tommy keeps calling Buck his good boy.
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