this is for my babygirl @judymarch15 based in her incredible, perfect, fantastic, amazing buddietommy universe (my best friend and a pilot).
this is stemming from her fic (for moiiiii) called better together. everyone should read it because its amazing (mind the tags) but you dont have to have read it for this lil sickfic. a couple lines may confuse you i guess but you're a big girl (gn), you can figure it out.
Ever since he’d gotten the diagnosis – been through surgery and radiation and beat the thyroid cancer head-on – Buck’s been anxious every time a headache has so much as tip-toed into the back of his mind.
The night before, he’d been exhausted – falling asleep before the opening credits finished rolling on a movie Tommy’d picked out and Eddie claimed was a classic. They’d begged him, said he’d love it, “come on Buck, it’s got everything – action, romance, aliens” – and usually he would.
The scent of buttery goodness had wafted through the living room, Chris was at Kaylee’s house – the same girl he’d been on-again, off-again with for the last couple years – and Buck was already snuggled into the cushions.
He was wrapped Tommy’s hoodie, one that smelled like his deodorant and motor oil and coffee, and Eddie was pressed against his side, fingertips dancing through his curls.
He didn’t even notice his eyelids drooping, didn’t feel himself start to drift. It wasn’t until Tommy brushed his hand down Buck’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his temple that he realized he’d missed the whole movie.
Music blared from the speaker and the screen rolled through visual effects artists and the soundtrack, and Buck wasn’t even sure he’d heard an actor utter a single line.
“C’mon,” Tommy murmured, running his hands down Buck’s shoulders to wake him up. “Bed’s waiting.”
“S’rry,” Buck muttered, scrubbing his eyes and aimlessly following Tommy down the dark hall. Eddie was already under the quilt, scrolling through his phone when they got to the bedroom.
He threw back the covers and let Buck crawl in, pulling the blanket back over Buck’s shoulders as soon as he’d collapsed beside Eddie.
Eddie pressed a kiss to his cheek and Buck could feel his fingertips trace over his temple, the soft press of his fingertips brushing under Buck’s jaw.
“You feeling okay?” Eddie had asked, voice gentle in the dim light of the bedroom lamp. Buck could hear the shower running along with the low hum of Tommy’s baritone, a broken melody of some late 90’s rock song Buck didn’t know the name of.
Buck blinked one eye open, squinting up at Eddie. “Mm, just tired.”
“I’m covering tomorrow, remember,” Eddie said regretfully, fingers still tracing over Buck’s cheek. “Tommy will be here, though.”
Buck huffed, dismissing the worry easily. They’d just worked a double and ended on a call that landed them in an office building with eight flights of stairs. Their equipment wasn’t getting any lighter and, if the shimmering flecks of gray in Eddie’s hair were any indication, they certainly weren’t getting any younger.
Buck yawned, shuffling closer to Eddie as he let his eyes close again.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, already feeling the pull of sleep. “You worry too much.”
He wasn’t even awake long enough to hear Eddie’s reply.
Now, he’s up for the third time in as many hours, nausea slowly churning in his gut, skull tight with tension. He’s been trying to fall back to sleep, to will his mind to slow; for the worry that comes with the lingering feeling of sickness to recede and bring the headache with it.
He’s pressed against the tub, feet bare and cold against the tile, but for just a moment – a flash of a second – he’s back at the beach the night of his diagnosis. Toes in the sand, shivering on the edge of the ocean, mind as distant as the sun setting along the horizon.
So lost in his own thoughts, he doesn’t hear the door creak open, the sound of soft footsteps against the floor, the quiet whisper of his name. It’s not until he feels those fingertips again that he realizes he’s still in the bathroom.
“Baby,” Eddie murmurs. “Come on, let’s get back in bed. I can help.”
Buck blinks and suddenly he’s sitting there – on the edge of the bed, a shiver rolling through him. Eddie crouches and meets his gaze, brows furrowed, eyes shining with worry.
“You feel warm, did you take anything in there?” Eddie says, straightening the hoodie on Buck’s shoulders, fingertips finding Buck’s pulse just inside his wrist. Buck hums against the warmth.
“No,” he says. “Felt like I might be sick…ca-can’t sleep.”
Another shiver runs through him and Eddie’s gone, then back again, tugging socks on his feet.
“Wanna lay on the couch?” Eddie asks, handing Buck a glass of water and pills he didn’t even notice Eddie grabbed. “Anything else bothering you?”
Buck hears a soft grumble behind him and the blanket is tugged backward, Tommy shifting before his breath evens back out in a quiet snore.
Buck smiles faintly, assessing each part of his body. There’s an ache deep in his muscles, the nausea still sitting heavy, a headache – symptoms he compares to ones he had…before. He tries to bring up memories of the way his muscles had been tight back then, how exhausted he’d been to the point of frustration.
It’s a playbook he’s memorized by now, one he wishes he could forget.
“I’m sure it’s just something from work – a bug,” Eddie says, as though he can read Buck’s thoughts. “Want me to call Dr. Graham’s office?”
“N-No,” Buck rushes to say, shoving the memories down and focusing on Eddie, warm at his side. “Couch is good.”
Buck shuffles to the living room with Eddie at his back. They split when Eddie makes another pit-stop at the kitchen where he refills Buck’s water and gets a fresh ice pack.
The couch is still soft where Buck was nestled in during the movie, pillows shoved together to snuggle into. When Eddie joins him, he lifts Bucks head and settles him onto his lap before returning his fingers to Buck’s curls.
“Hmm, feels nice,” Buck murmurs, feeling the tension at the base of his neck and into his spine seep into something softer. The nausea that was threatening to overwhelm him settles and his eyelids grow heavy.
He tugs them open and looks up at Eddie when he makes a realization, “You have to work tomorrow.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I can sleep later,” Eddie says, smoothing his thumb over Buck’s birthmark. The phantom weight of the touch drags Buck’s eyelids closed again, sleep finally greeting him with hesitant arms. “Get some sleep, baby.”
The next time Buck blinks his eyes open, Eddie’s gone, warm lap replaced by another one, just as familiar and strong.
“Hey,” Buck mumbles, voice rough with sleep. There’s still a drumbeat behind his eyes and he feels a shiver course through him, a thin sheen of cold sweat lacing his temple.
Tommy moves his book and his adorable, glasses-wearing face smirks down at Buck and just that moment – that look of adoration, fills him with warmth he’s been missing. The soft flutter of care smothers the now ever-present nausea, at least for the moment.
“Sunshine,” Tommy says softly. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like I’m being cooked on the inside and frozen on the outside,” Buck says, shoving off the cushions and sitting up. He’s barely straightened out before he’s tipping against a wave of dizziness. Tommy reaches out and steadies him.
“Easy,” Tommy says as he shuffles and grabs something off the table. When Buck pulls an eye open, he reaches out, hand trembling, for the icy glass of water.
It feels like heaven, the rush of cool liquid sliding down his throat. Buck can still feel Tommy’s hands on him; knows he wasn’t the only one that feels the memories of his cancer like they’re branded into his skin.
They’d had to spend a week apart, separated by a door and distance that felt like miles even when it was down the hallway. Buck had done radioactive therapy, had to keep a certain distance in a time when his emotions threatened to crush him at every turn.
Now, if he has a headache, feels a tickle in his throat, feels a chill in the air – Eddie and Tommy are at his side before he can blink. Connected to him until they’re assured that he feels better. Know he doesn’t need them at his side anymore.
“Eddie?” Buck murmurs, tendrils of confusion running through him. He can’t be sure how much time has passed, the room is dim, but the curtains are pulled, the soft light of the lamp at Tommy’s side the only warm haze in the room.
“He’s at work,” Tommy says, bracing his palm against Buck’s neck, grounding him. “It’s still early, not even eight o’clock yet.”
Buck feels the distinct rush of illness – one that leaves him restless but exhausted, sticky with sweat but shivering with fever, wishing he could settle back into sleep easily, but knowing it’s out of reach.
“I feel gross,” Buck says, slumping against the couch.
“Want a bath?” Tommy asks, slowly freeing Buck’s legs from the tangled blanket wrapped around them. “Or I could get a damp washcloth – we could move back into bed if you want.”
Frustrated and worn thin, Buck can feel a tear threaten to fall. He blinks it back, swallowing down the knot in his throat. It’s just a bug, he’s sure, but the rush of emotion unseated from the back of his mind washes over him again in an instant.
Tommy brushes a hand over Buck’s cheek and Buck feels the damp trail of a tear that’s fallen.
“Come on,” Tommy says softly, pulling Buck to his feet. “I think a bath would be nice.”
It’s better than nice. It’s perfect, the warmth of the water and the cool press of Tommy’s hand against his forehead settle him again. Damp skin washes traces of sweat and the stickiness of the couch feels like a distant memory.
Tommy stays with him, leans against the side of the tub while Buck relaxes into a fitful doze. He brushes over Buck’s arms when his skin prickles with goosebumps. He runs a cool washcloth over Buck’s neck when the fever starts to spike again.
The rest of the day moves carefully, quiet and gentle with nowhere to be. Tommy doesn’t leave his side, save for brief trips to the kitchen for oatmeal and applesauce, Gatorade and water. For more pain reliever and ice packs and fresh t-shirts and new socks that are warm from the dryer.
When the fever finally breaks the next morning, Buck feels like a week’s passed, the anxiety of illness skimming through his nervous system along with the last dregs of sickness.
He’s wrapped around Tommy’s middle, eyes still closed while he gathers the courage to open them, when he hears the soft click of the bedroom door.
“Hey hon,” Eddie hums, and Buck can feel him hover over the bed, hear him lean in for kiss with Tommy. “How’s he doing?”
“Fever broke,” Tommy says, the steady rhythm of his fingertips a familiar melody over the last day. “I called Dr. Graham’s office. They said to call back if he’s not feeling better in the next couple days.”
“When he’s up, I’ll give him a once-over,” Eddie says, and the soft care and quiet support mean more than either he or Tommy could possibly realize.
It’s that that lures Buck to finally open his eyes, grateful that the world doesn’t spin when he blinks up at the men he loves.
“Morning,” Tommy says, leaning over to kiss the top of Buck’s curls.
“Hi, baby,” Eddie says, sitting at Buck’s hip on the edge of the bed and leaning in for his own kiss. “Feeling better?”
“Mm,” Buck hums, curling closer to Tommy. “A little.”
“I’m gonna shower, and we can get some more sleep, yeah?”
Buck nods and Tommy adds, “I can make some breakfast. Maybe we can try toast today?”
When they both look at Buck, he sees it all. The years spent working towards something together, the love and affection tucked into every wrinkle, every laugh line deeper because of one another, every moment reflected on back at him.
“Yeah,” Buck says easily. “T-Thank you both.”
“No thanks needed,” Eddie says with a soft smile, then stands, heading to the bathroom. Surprised at his depleted energy, Buck can already feel his eyes getting heavy again.
“Get some more sleep,” Tommy tells him. “When Eddie comes back, I’ll get up.”
“Hm, love you,” Buck mutters as he drifts off once more.
And even if he doesn’t hear the words, he knows them to be true.
That Tommy – and Eddie – would do anything to make him feel better, to make him happy. If the cost of having so much love in his life is being sick now and then, Buck doesn’t think the decision’s a hard one to make at all.
It's never easy seeing Buck hurt, especially when he needed an hours long surgery and was unconscious for... Well Eddie had lost track of how long Buck had been unconscious, but it had been a long time.
Christopher was having a sleepover with Denny that night, so Eddie setting up camp in Buck's hospital room wasn't that much of a problem, he just asked Bobby and Athena to refill the food dish for Gata, the cat, Buck had managed to convince Eddie to adopt.
"Okay, I'm back, with coffee and food," Tommy said, a carrier of coffee in one hand, and a McDonald's bag in the other.
Eddie smiled and excepted the coffee and cheeseburger from Tommy.
It was never easy seeing Buck hurt, but maybe with Tommy here, it would be a little easier
hi lain. title: two black coffees and an iced vanilla chai with coconut milk
This to me reads as a buddietommy fic where Buck gets increasingly insecure about all of the things that Eddie and Tommy have in common. Like that they both prefer black coffee and Buck drinks whatever sounds fun and sweet. They both have in-jokes from their time in the army that Buck can't relate to. They like to spar together and Buck isn't coordinated in the way that allows him to make it through a match without a self influcted wound.
Eddie and Tommy don't work on their own without Buck, at least not as well. Without his bleeding heart they would pick at each other until there's nothing left because when left on their own they don't know how else to be. And they know that, although maybe subconsciously, but they are both bad about telling him that. Actions are good but Buck can really get in his head and sometimes needs to be told things really directly, and repeatedly, before he starts to internalize it.
So Buck is all pissy and Eddie and Tommy are trying to fix it but the coordinated effort they have to approach the issue makes Buck even more upset and they sort of go on this merry go round of everyone having a terrible time and Not Talking About It until Buck's dramatic ass blows up one day and is like "Fine! I can take a hint ! I'll leave so you can finally be alone together like you so clearly want!" And Eddie and Tommy are like. Literally nothing sounds worse please do not leave and they talk about it a tiny bit just enough to know they need to tell Buck how important he is and that it doesn't matter what Tommy and Eddie may have in common it just means Buck has a type that's all!!
And then it ends where they go out for coffee together and Buck proudly orders the above mentioned drink and makes one of his boyfriends pay for it just like he deserves.
he gives good parent by queermccoy
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Ramon Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Helena Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Mentioned Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Mentioned Theo (9-1-1 TV), Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Meeting the Parents, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Mentioned Margaret Buckley and Phillip Buckley, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously
Summary:
Tommy Kinard gave good parent.
He was charming, steady, made great first, second, and third impressions. Mothers liked him because he respected his partners and fathers liked him because he was a man's man. Even when he started dating men, he was good at meeting parents.
When he'd met Evan's parents, Margaret and Phillip Buckley, covered in soot and grime, they'd laughed at his jokes and shook his hand. They hid their surprise well, Tommy'd thought, and once the reception died down and people began to trickle out, they'd parted with fond goodbyes. Up until their breakup, Tommy and Phillip had been trading tips on pest control in their respective gardens, even though Tommy barely kept his. Philip had sent him a heartfelt text message when he'd gotten the news about the breakup, wishing him well with his beetle infestation.
Relationship: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard/Eddie Diaz
Rating: E
Word count: 5.9k
Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sub Tommy Kinard, Sub Eddie Diaz, Bondage, Gags, Sex Toys, Daddy Kink
It’s Tommy’s left hip that indicates that a decent amount of time has passed. Being laid on his side on Evan’s hardwood living room floor, locked in one position for an extended period of time, will do that to a man. The only kindness Tommy and Eddie have been afforded is the pillow under their heads.
People didn’t get it. They didn’t want to. They didn’t see the work that went into protecting and growing what they had.
Buck was the love of Tommy’s life.
Buck was one of the greatest loves of Eddie’s.
But Tommy and Eddie loved each other, too. It was a different love, as it should be. It was understanding and safety and a shared history with sand and desert wind not many people would even begin to be able to relate to. The love he had for Tommy wasn’t rooted in his soul the way his love for Buck’s was. His love for Tommy was rooted in the ground beneath their feet; in the way Tommy’s arms around him felt like home.
Turn Up the Heat BT+ Prompt Meme fill for @frogsinflannel
Prompt: Buddietommy silly drunk vacation sex !!!!!!! either established relationship or they’re just realizing things. bonus points for Tommy in the skimpiest suit possible and Eddie being like I Must Not Perceive the Bulge (and then perceiving it with his mouth later amirite)
Excerpt below. Read it all on AO3.
Eddie lay on a float in the pool, staring up at the blue sky through his Ray-Bans. He sighed happily.
It had taken a few days into vacation for him to fully relax. Buck and Tommy had seemed to settle into the routine a lot faster. While Eddie had woken up before the sun on the first morning, Buck and Tommy had stayed in bed all morning.
He’d wanted to relax. He just…didn’t know how. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he’d been free of responsibility.
But after a few days of exploring the island, good food, and great sex - he’d finally found his groove.
Buck had put together an itinerary for their week. It wasn’t packed, thank god. Just organized. And today their entire plan was to hang around their rental house, swim in the pool, and drink cocktails. They had big plans to cook steak for dinner and that was about it.
Life was good.
Music started playing over the outdoor speakers - something fun and nostalgic from their younger years. Well, his and Buck’s anyway. Tommy was probably a few years into his army service when this song came out.
“I got it!” Buck said triumphantly, having been trying to connect to the Bluetooth all morning.
Eddie should have been suspicious when Buck went suddenly quiet. He couldn’t hear the slap of his bare feet on the pool deck over the music. All he heard was the shout, which didn’t give him enough time to prepare.
“CANNONBALL!”
A wave of water pushed Eddie’s float toward the other side of the pool while a huge splash soaked him entirely.
“Buck!” Eddie shouted. He sat up, straddling the float, legs dangling into the water. He put his sunglasses on his head and wiped his face.
Buck surfaced with a big grin, clearly proud of himself.
Eddie couldn’t really be mad. Not when Buck was so god damn cute. But he did smack his hand against the pool’s surface, splashing Buck in the face.
“Hey!” Buck sputtered. He narrowed his eyes at Eddie before the playful grin spread across his lips again.
“What are you-“
Buck launched himself onto Eddie’s float, submerging it. Eddie tumbled off and into the water.
When Eddie came back up Buck was right there, greeting him with a wet kiss.
“You’re so annoying,” Eddie said affectionately, sliding his arms around Buck’s neck.
Buck’s smile didn’t waver. “I love you too.”
Eddie laughed and shook his head, then gave Buck another kiss. Affection was so natural between them now it was hard to remember a time they weren’t like this.
Eddie wrapped his legs around Buck’s waist, easy to do as they were chest deep in the water. Buck gripped the outsides of his thigh while they kissed each other breathless.
“Hey,” Buck said while Eddie detoured down his neck. He smelled like sunscreen and pool water. He smelled like summer vacation.
Chapters: 6/8
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard, Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Frotting | Rubbing Penises Together, Bathroom Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Cuckolding, Roleplay, Accidental Voyeurism, Kink Negotiation, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Bottom Tommy Kinard, Top Evan “Buck” Buckley, Top Tommy Kinard, Bottom Evan “Buck” Buckley, Evan “Buck” Buckley Has a Large Penis, Tommy Kinard Has A Large Penis, Anal Fingering, Masturbation in Shower, Voyeurism, Come Marking, Sweat, Scent Kink, Armpit Kink, First Time Bottoming, First Time Blow Jobs
Dating porn stars was like dating any other person.
There were at-home pizza nights and dates to the movies and picnics at the beach. There were fancy restaurant dinners, the same butterflies in the belly when Buck received a text message, and memorised coffee orders.
Sure, the sheets got changed more often, there were more days and nights spent in hotel rooms, and someone always managed to topple the mini tripod that lived on top of the dresser opposite the bed, but it was exactly the same as dating someone who’d never so much as taken a nude selfie.
The real adjustment Buck had to make was dating two people at the same time, who were also in a long-term, previously established relationship.
But Buck wouldn’t change it for the world.
He loved what he had with Eddie and Tommy. He loved that he destroyed Eddie in Mario Kart, but lost, every single time, to him at Mortal Kombat. He loved that Tommy was a giant nerd about motors and dragged him to as many car shows as Buck dragged him to new exhibitions at the museum. And then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Eddie and Tommy’s kid, Chris, was the single greatest kid in history – a little genius with a lot of sass. After being with Buck for three months, they told Chris, who took his dads having another boyfriend in his stride, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Both Tommy and Eddie assured Buck that they’d never been in a throuple before, but Buck had spent so much time with the little family that they guessed Chris had figured it out well before they’d decided to tell him.
They’d told him the truth about how they’d met to a point – Buck was a firefighter who’d responded to a call at a hotel Eddie and Tommy had been staying at. He knew his dads were there for a date night (he was fourteen, he knew that they went to hotels to have the kind of sex they didn’t have when they were home), but he didn’t have a clue that they’d been there to film porn, or that Buck had noticed them not just because he was attracted to them, but because he was also a fan of their OnlyFans channel.
Everyone adjusted and slipped into each other’s lives so easily that it was clearly meant to be.
In another world, Buck would’ve been jealous that thousands of people saw his boyfriends naked, that they got to watch them fuck.
The fact that it turned him on instead of upsetting didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it should.
He’d watched them film themselves multiple times. He’d gotten off on it, the way that Tommy and Eddie put on performances. He’d read the comments from the fans, the commission requests, felt pride when he saw how much they were earning because they were so good at fucking each other and themselves.
The ego boost that came from knowing that there were so many people who wanted to fuck them but they only wanted to fuck him wasn’t too bad.
Neither was the scene he walked in on when he joined them at a different hotel after a shift.
Four months after their relationship as a throuple began, Chris went on a school camp for the week. Tommy and Eddie took those five days off (Buck managed four and a half) so they could film as much content as possible.
Buck had been just started his eighth hour of the shift when he’d received the notification that his boyfriends had started to livestream.
He’d been in the engine on the way to a fender-bender when Eddie sent him a photo of Tommy’s puffy, red hole leaking come – Buck had gotten really good at angling his screen away from prying eyes over those four months – so it wasn’t like he’d expected to walk in on them reading The Tale of Peter Rabbit together after he picked up the key they’d left for him at the reception desk.
As expected, they were filming again. Three cameras were set up from what Buck could see when he closed the door behind him – one attached to the headboard, looking down at where Tommy had Eddie’s left leg over his shoulder while he fucked into him with long, hard strokes; another set up on a tripod to get a side view, and the last at the end of the bed, probably focused on Tommy’s arse.
Eddie was on his back on the bed, beautifully naked save for a black blindfold over his eyes and the leather cuffs around his wrists that restrained his hands to the headboard.
“Hi, baby.” Tommy paused, dick deep inside Eddie, to grin up at Buck.
Eddie turned his head towards the door with a pathetic mewl. Buck nearly salivated when he saw Eddie try to fuck back on Tommy’s dick – he clearly hadn’t wanted Tommy to stop, not that Buck could blame him.
“Yeah, hi,” Buck said after swallowing, because, Jesus Christ Eddie should be tied up and teased all the fucking time, but stayed by the door in case he was interrupting them live. They hadn’t stopped fucking the previous times he’d come home when they were filming, just acknowledged him and warned him to stay out of view. Their subscribers didn’t seem to mind, apparently – their only complaint was that Buck didn’t participate.
“We’re not streaming, we’ll edit you out.”
That was all Buck needed to drop his bag and head over to them, greeting Tommy first by cupping his face and kissing him deeply, hungrily, until Eddie nudged at them with the leg not draped over Tommy’s chest.
“If the both of you could stop ignoring me, that would be great,” Eddie huffed, earning an apologetic kiss to his calf from Tommy.
Buck leant down to give Eddie a kiss, keeping it quick and sweet because he didn’t want to take his eyes off of him.
“Why do we let him wear clothes?” Buck asked Tommy, running his palm over Eddie’s abs – they’d worked out a little harder in the lead up, they knew their audience quite well – just to watch him squirm. “We should keep him naked and tied up all the time.”
“We’d never achieve anything,” Tommy said lowly with a dirty roll of his hips. “All we’d do is fuck him all day.”
“Sounds perfect,” Eddie groaned and arched up into Buck’s palm.
“Yeah?” Buck probed. “You want us to keep you just like this? Be ours to use whenever we want?” Buck hummed as he plucked a nipple. “All we’d have to do is plug you up between rounds to make sure you’re always ready for us.”
“Jesus,” Tommy huffed. “Do we have to edit this out?”
Buck laughed and lowered his hand to wrap around Eddie’s cock, jerking him gently in time with Tommy’s lazy thrusts and leant over to kiss Tommy again. “We’ll see.”
He bent real quick to press a kiss to Eddie’s leaking cock, give it a little suckle that was just enough that it left the taste of Eddie’s precome on his tongue, before he grabbed a chair from the dining set – one that someone had the foresight to cover with a towel – to drag it closer to the bed without being in view of the many cameras.
“He’s going to watch us,” Tommy told Eddie and got back to fucking him deep, the way they all knew their audience loved, which definitely included Buck.
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie sighed and Buck didn’t know if he was reacting to the way Tommy was fucking him, or because he loved it when Buck watched them.
Buck undressed and sat down, grabbing his dick straight away for a couple of stokes to match Tommy’s pace.
Tommy had a world-class dick and he knew how to use it. It was thick and long and perfect for porn. Buck had thought that long before he’d tasted it, long before he’d had it ruin his hole, and the only thing better than being fucked by it was watching him fuck Eddie with it.
They made a beautiful couple, it was what had attracted Buck to their work, fucking in unison for their audience. Tommy was big and strong and fucked like jackhammering into Eddie was the reason why he existed, and Eddie was stunning underneath him, arching into his thrusts and taking his cock like he was put on Earth to have his brains fucked out by Tommy. He’d really be comfortable being tied up and plugged and ready for Buck and Tommy to take him whenever they wanted, and Buck struggled to think of a better scenario, except maybe being the one tied up instead.
They’d have to schedule a non-filming day for that.
Buck spat in his palm and really started to jerk off, letting his eyes wander over his lovers’ bodies as they put on a clinic on how to fuck, as he took in the sounds of their groans and breathy sighs and the steady clapping of their sweaty skin with each one of Tommy’s thrusts. He knew one of the cameras had a decent microphone that would catch that because he knew the audience liked to hear the sounds of them fucking – he knew because he’d been one of them before he’d heard E and T in person.
“You hear that, E?” Tommy asked, his voice low and rough.
“Is he touching himself?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he wet? Oh, fuck, there. Is his dick red and leaking yet?”
Tommy pounded into Eddie harder. “Exactly how you love it.”
Buck fucking loved it when they talked about him while they fucked. He’d gotten off on it the first time, and it just made him harder and wetter to hear it again.
Their fans enjoyed it, too. They loved hearing about E and T’s big-dicked baby and stated over and over again that they wanted to see him. The closest they’d gotten was a shot of Eddie’s ruined, messy hole after Buck had come in him, right before Tommy had filmed himself sliding in. The comments on that one had almost convinced Buck to join them on camera.
They had talked about it but Eddie and Tommy hadn’t tried to talk Buck into it. There was no need for it to change, not if all three of them were comfortable with how it was. He’d filmed them a couple of times – there were shots that tripods couldn’t necessarily get and the new angles were certainly appreciated by their audience, which led to a lovely increase in followers and proceeds – but he’d never really felt the need to get in front of the cameras.
Until that night, apparently.
Buck actually surprised himself when he stopped jerking off long enough to fish his phone out of his clothes on the floor to start recording himself. He sat low in the chair, his legs spread with his phone low and by his hip to film his cock fucking up into his free hand in the foreground while Tommy basically ploughed Eddie in the background.
“Fuck, he’s fucking filming himself,” Tommy gasped and Buck looked up from where he was watching on the screen to see Tommy staring at him.
Eddie damn near whimpered. “How?”
Tommy didn’t answer for a moment – he grabbed Eddie’s cock and started stroking him in time with Buck’s hand. “He’s got that beautiful, perfect dick in his hand, the phone in the other. I bet that’s all the camera can see, it’s so fucking big.”
Buck could feel the orgasm building in his gut; it was almost an overload of sensation. All he could see was his dick and Tommy using Eddie, and all he could hear was them fucking each other and talking about him and how good his dick was. They didn’t have to be touching him to hit every point of him that made him get off.
“So fucking big,” Eddie agreed breathlessly. “Fills me so good.”
They were fucking harder, faster, and Buck kept up the pace with his hand.
“Love to watch you take it,” Tommy said. “Love to see this pretty hole of yours destroyed by his big dick.”
“Want others to see it.”
Fuck, Buck was close.
“Yeah?”
Eddie moaned – Tommy was fucking him so good, rough and deep and just how Eddie and Buck liked it. “Yeah. Want everyone to be jealous of what I’ve got.”
“Can I come on his face?” Buck asked immediately.
“Yes, fuck yes,” Tommy said over Eddie’s: “Please.”
Buck moved quickly because he had to. He shot up out of the chair, still filming, and barely made it the two strides before he was coming, leaving ropes of come over Eddie’s chin and his outstretched tongue and across the black blindfold.
Fuck, Eddie was never more beautiful than when he was covered in come.
Buck’s knees buckled when he turned his head to suck Buck’s cock like he could get more out of him, like he wanted more.
“Holy fuck, holy…” Tommy pulled out and crawled up Eddie’s body, his dick in hand. He grabbed Eddie by the hair to drag him away from Buck’s cock to also finish all over Eddie’s face and blindfold with only a couple of rough strokes and a deep groan.
Buck hoped he caught that on video. It was so fucking hot.
He leant over and kissed Tommy, and moved to kiss Eddie, too, when Tommy stopped him.
“I know you wanna lick all of that up, but we’re not finished filming yet, baby,” Tommy said and shuffled back between Eddie’s thighs. “Still gotta make E come.”
Right, yeah; Buck had completely forgot.
A part of Buck was a little disappointed. He wanted the taste of his and Tommy’s come on his tongue. He wanted to gather it all up and kiss Eddie, put all of those flavours into his mouth, but it looked like Tommy had the same idea.
Buck sat back down, completely drained, his phone discarded, and watched Tommy swallow Eddie’s cock. The way Eddie arched his back, his hands still cuffed to the head of the bed, was a work of art.
The hotel room filled with the sounds of Tommy’s throat working Eddie’s cock and his fingers fucking Eddie’s hole. Eddie’s moans were louder, so loud that the other guests probably heard a couple of them, but none of them cared, because Buck knew Tommy was a cockslut that loved throating a dick, and he knew that Eddie loved being filled with dicks and fingers and toys – anything long and thick, really – and Buck really fucking loved watching his two boyfriends enjoying and loving each other, so the other guests could, quite frankly, get fucked.
Even if they weren’t having the time of their life, that one scene would cover two months of Christopher’s college tuition. It made any complaints they might have received worth it.
Buck was back to a half-chub when Eddie’s moans got breathier, his abs tensing, as he finally orgasmed. Buck groaned with him, knowing how good it was to come in Tommy’s fucking throat and eagerly watched as Tommy crawled back over Eddie to grab him by his chin that time.
Jealousy flared within Buck because Eddie got another taste – Tommy kept his head still as he let Eddie’s come drop from his mouth and into Eddie’s, and then ducked down to lick the combined come off Eddie’s face, then kissed that into Eddie’s mouth, too.
“Keep your mouth open,” Tommy ordered. “Do not swallow.”
A pathetic whimper came from either Buck or Eddie. He couldn’t be sure.
He doubted the cameras would have picked up which one it was, either.
Tommy grabbed a camera from the nightstand, one that hadn’t been recording them and snapped pictures of Eddie’s used body, focusing on his mouth and hole and white-stained blindfold.
“Come here.”
Buck stood so fast he got a bit dizzy, but if he was being offered what he thought he was being offered, the dizziness might have been from how quickly his dick got hard again.
He received exactly what he expected: a mouthful of him and Tommy and Eddie from Eddie’s tongue as Tommy cupped the back of his head, steering him to kiss Eddie. The hand stayed there, urging him to kiss Eddie deeper. He could hear the shutter of the camera as Tommy took more photos with his free hand.
“Good boys. Sweet boys,” Tommy sighed before he let Buck up. He pushed two of his fingers into Eddie’s open, sloppy mouth for some more photos, then moved down the bed to do the same with his arse. “Fucking beautiful, E.”
Buck had to agree. “Can I…?” He motioned at his erection, making Tommy laugh.
“By all means. I’m sure he won’t object.”
“He actually really wants it,” Eddie offered, even though he couldn’t see what Buck had asked for, and that was just because he knew Buck so well, knew his cock so well, that he knew that Buck would be ready to go again so soon. Between Eddie and Tommy, it had been Eddie who’d really embraced Buck’s ability to come twice so quickly. He loved it when Buck went in for more after Eddie and Tommy were done. He’d probably spread his legs wider in invitation if they weren’t already at their widest.
“Let me stop the cameras,” Tommy said.
“Um. Maybe.” Buck had to pause and clear his throat. “The one behind me can stay on?”
“Of course, baby. If that’s what you want.”
Maybe he’d let them upload it.
He waited until Tommy had turned off the other two cameras and got into place between Eddie’s thighs, running his hands over this body. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe that he got to know how fucking good Eddie’s skin felt and what it was like to have his legs wrap around his waist and his hole open up to his cock.
The reality was so much better than the fantasy. It was a thought Buck had every single time he slid his cock into Eddie, especially after Tommy had taken him first. He loved it when Eddie was loose and wet and messy. His body was meant to be fucked – who were Buck and Tommy to ignore that?
So Buck didn’t.
He pushed into Eddie with absolutely no hesitation or resistance and fucked him with quick snaps of his hips. Eddie was spent, he was done, he couldn’t come again, which meant that his hole was purely there for Buck to use.
“That’s it,” Tommy sighed as he watched them. “Take what you need from him.” Ever the professional, he was still taking photos, but was mainly focusing on Eddie’s body.
Buck sat back on his heels and pulled Eddie’s hips up to his lap so Tommy could photograph the firm lines of Eddie’s body as it stretched out along the bed. The change of angle had Eddie moaning with each thrust, his head tipping back beautifully, tantalisingly, and Buck waited just long enough for Tommy to get the shots of him looking so gorgeous before he leant down to mouth along his neck and chin and collarbone. He pulled back just that little bit to nibble and suck on Eddie’s nipples, to lick into his exposed armpits. He enjoyed every inch of Eddie’s body while he fucked him, pushing himself closer and closer to his second orgasm for the night.
There was no doubt in Buck’s mind that there’d be at least another two. They’d booked the room for four nights and were going to spend as much time fucking and filming content as possible, after all. Even if Buck wasn’t typically involved in the filming, he was always happy to jump in afterwards for the sloppy seconds, and his lovers were always happy to let him in.
Eddie really had the perfect hole. Buck hooked Eddie’s legs up over his elbows and tipped him to watch his cock be swallowed by it over and over, all red and puffy and wet with lube.
More photos were taken – Tommy moved around to photograph exactly what Buck could see. The thought of those images being seen by their audience was what really tipped Buck over the edge.
“On his face or in his ass?” he asked Tommy .
“Can I record it?”
That afternoon had truly awoken the exhibitionist in Buck. “Yeah,” he panted as he kept fucking Eddie. “Yes.”
Tommy quickly pressed a button on the camera and got into position to record over Buck’s shoulder. “Ass. Come in him.”
That was all it took.
Buck came immediately, pushing in as deep as he could and grinding against Eddie as he spilled inside him.
He wondered how his moans had sounded through the camera’s microphones once he could think again.
“Beautiful, baby,” Tommy said adoringly and ran his palm down Buck’s spine, stopping at the small of his back. “Push his legs up and pull out slowly.”
There was a part of Buck that thought he shouldn’t have been so deep inside of Eddie when he came. He’d seen enough porn to know how long it could take to push the come back out for that perfect creampie shot.
Regardless, he followed Tommy’s instructions and pushed Eddie’s knees up to his chest, carefully slipping out of him at the same time.
“Fucking perfect,” Tommy mused, then reached over the finger Eddie’s hole again with his free hand. He spread his fingers to show just how loose and wet he and Buck had left Eddie, how Buck’s come left his fingers glistening when he pulled them back out.
“Legs down.” That was directed at Buck. Then, to Eddie: “Push it out, E. Let me see our baby’s come drip out of your gaping ass.”
“There’s so much of it,” Eddie said with an exaggerated moan. “I can feel it.”
It was all played up for their audience, but that didn’t mean that Buck wasn’t captivated by the way his come really did start to drip out. Fuck, he loved that sight.
Turned out that the fans did, too.
E and T’s baby’s first appearance was a hit, even if all they saw of him was the behind shot of him fucking Eddie, then the focused shot of him pulling out, leaving him with a creampie. Once Buck saw the numbers and the comments, he even let them upload the video he’d captured of him jerking off and coming on Eddie’s face.
Buck wasn’t ready to end his career as a full-time firefighter, but he could certainly see the appeal of being a part-time porn star.
4 is awkward kiss :) i love it :) thank you lain :) so, story time: every time i see 3 people kiss i go 1) wrow 😍 and 2) you gotta practice to do that, right?
The first time Tommy kisses him, Buck feels the world shift under his feet. It's a yes, and that unfolds; a yes, and men, too, that he should have figured out ages ago, really.
The first time Buck kisses Eddie, it's another revelation, another yes, and; a yes, and Eddie, too. He also should have figured that out ages ago, really really.
Then, watching Eddie and Tommy kiss, he whines. It's hot, sure, but it's also another puzzle piece clicking into place. There's only one thing missing now.
Buck darts forward, and mostly ends up kissing Tommy's lips, jabbing his nose into Eddie's cheek. It's an objectively bad kiss, but all Buck can think is, yes, yes, yes.
Imagine a buddietommy world where after THAT episode, rather than drive home in that beat up car, Tommy drove to meet them and drove his guys back home. Perfection.
Ask and you shall receive.
The mediocre shine of the headlights bathed Tommy’s too cold body in light as the banged up sedan rolled to a stop. The belly of the car gave a guttural whine that told Tommy the transmission was about seconds away from giving out and he tried not to grimace as the brakes squealed with a dying wheeze. The pit in his stomach that hadn't quite closed yet only tightened at the thought of what could've happened if they'd been driving out in the middle of nowhere when the old thing eventually gave out. But with that thought came the reminder of why there was a pit in the first place and the nausea that had been burning like battery acid in the back of his throat nearly made him hurl that questionable gas station burrito he'd eaten only because his vision had started to double.
The headlights flickered, going impossibly dimmer before mustering up the strength to brighten, when the car was shifted into park and Tommy pushed himself up off his bumper as the driver side door opened.
Nerves Tommy wasn't used too crawled up his skin and settled into his veins. There'd been a time when he thought they were excitement. Something that he hadn't felt in a long time that marched through his blood and wrapped around his heart and lungs to squeeze until he couldn't sit still.
And they still were. But there was something else there too. Something that had warped them until they were twisted up like vines and dug thorns into his muscles the moment he'd answered that nervous, stuttering phone call.
That had been his first indicator that something was wrong. Eddie never stuttered. He paused, he went quiet, he sometimes said the wrong things the wrong way around the foot he managed to shove in his mouth, but he never stuttered. He never muttered like he was afraid to be heard.
The second had been his gasp of pain he couldn't quite bite off even though he'd tried.
As he walked closer, Tommy could understand that gasp now. Bruises marred Eddie's face beneath scabbed over cuts that cut across his skin. Walking was perhaps a kinder word than what Eddie was really doing which was more a hunched over limp as he hugged his arm to his stomach and Tommy could only see the torn up skin that had left blood stains on the cuffs of his hoodie.
Eddie moved like he was in pain. He probably was. Five hours in a car after an understandable but still inadvisable jail break from the hospital where he'd trekked across the desert? Yeah, Tommy was pretty sure in pain didn't even cover it.
The faintest tremble of his bottom lip only made a small appearance before Eddie muscled his jaw into submission and Tommy's heart broke all over again as they met in the middle.
"Hey," Tommy said because what did you say to someone who had just gone through everything Eddie had.
Eddie's eyes were a mix of exhaustion and emotion he was trying so hard to hold back. He sniffed and his lips rolled as he swallowed whatever had fallen into the back of his throat before a broken, "hey" croaked out of Eddie in reply.
It was all it took for the beat between them to shatter and Tommy held open his arms as Eddie tipped into his embrace. The sound of pain got lost in the muscles of his shoulder as Eddie shoved his face there but if Tommy even thought about letting him go, it quickly was shoved away at the way Eddie sagged into his weight.
"Oh honey." Tommy breathed when the hitch from Eddie's breath made his whole body flinch.
"I'm okay," Eddie said, muffled still in safety of Tommy's shoulder. It was a lie. The rough, thick way Eddie's voice betrayed him was proof of that even without all the cuts and bruises and the scent of blood in his soft brown tufts of hair. "I'm okay. Buck, he's—"
Eddie flinched like the words were razor wires in his throat.
Tommy sucked in a breath as that tightness in his chest squeezed again. He looked towards the car but didn't see any sign of his boyfriend anywhere. The sky was still dark and Evan was the embodiment of sunshine and Tommy couldn't see any sun for miles.
Eddie pulled away and rubbed a rough hand over his eyes.
"He's..." Eddie stopped and steadied himself and Tommy settled a hand on the curve of his waist so he knew he didn't have to. Not anymore. But Eddie cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his face again to push away the exhaustion settling onto him. "He's asleep. I need to wake him up so he can walk around but he... Tommy, they..."
Tommy didn't know everything. Just the basics from what little he could get from Chimney after Eddie had gone radio silent and then Buck had called Maddie in the back of an ambulance. They'd been chased off the road, Eddie had been left for dead while some psycho couple had dragged Evan out the wreckage and taken him to the middle of nowhere, and then they had locked in him a room or a shed or something, tied up and dying until Eddie had found him. Tommy knew there was more and he knew he didn't want to know the more. But he'd have to. If they had any chance of climbing out of this nightmare together, he would have to know everything eventually.
But everything could wait until they get home.
"I got him," Tommy said, pressing a kiss to Eddie's temple for strength. "There's some blankets in the truck so you can sleep while I drive, okay?"
"Yeah," Eddie said, his voice doing that funny thing again like it was one wrong breath from giving out. "Okay."
Tommy made sure Eddie got in okay before he turned back to the sedan and tried not to drown in the warped nerves eating him whole.
The headlights went out as he stepped towards the car and Tommy didn't know if it was the battery giving out or just the car acknowledging that its part in this journey was over. It was staying in that parking lot until it was towed and put to rest once Tommy left with both his boys.
The sight of Evan curled up in the passenger seat broke Tommy's heart into a million pieces. If Eddie looked rough, nothing compared to Evan. His whole face was one big bruise with cuts from the glass marring every inch of him. His body was curled inward like he was trying to make himself small and twitching with his every inhale brought with it nothing but pain and fear. It was one thing to know that Evan had taken the brunt of the impact when the car flipped. It was another to see it.
He didn't stir when Tommy opened the door but Tommy crouched down before he roused him anyway. Evan didn't need someone looming over him after what he'd been through, even if all Tommy wanted to do was take him into his arms and never let him go. He settled a hand over the curve of Evan's neck to protect him from startling if he woke and then curled around Evan's fingers before bringing them to his lips.
Tommy had to force himself not to focus on the darkening bruises encircling Evan's wrists and he kissed his fingertips.
"Evan," Tommy said quietly, kissing his fingers, his knuckles, his palm. "Baby, wake up."
The sound that whined out Evan was one full of suffering. His nose scrunched up and his body twitched before freezing as if he was caught in the murky in-between of being awake and scared to stay that way.
"Wake up, baby," Tommy said, caressing his cheek. "It's me."
Long lashed fluttered as Evan slowly opened his eyes and Tommy pointedly didn't linger on the way Evan held his breath as he tried to process where he was. When he knew he wasn't there, that he was safe, Evan exhaled slowly before turning into Tommy's palm and looking at him.
"T-Tommy?" He asked, like he didn't quite believe that he wasn't dreaming.
Tommy's eyes burned with a sudden sharp pressure and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Relief was like a knife and it was cutting up Tommy's insides to shreds.
He leaned up and kissed Evan's birthmark to prove to them both that they were real.
"I'm here, baby," Tommy said, pressing another kiss against his cheek. "You're safe."
"Eddie?" Buck asked, his eyes looking around for any sign of him.
"He's in the truck," Tommy said. "Let's get you home, okay?"
Buck shuddered as if the thought alone was enough to rattle him apart at the seams.
"Okay," he said and Tommy felt like he could finally breathe.
The first four (4 of 16) chapters are available now!
From here on out, I will update weekly.
Ships: Eddie/Shannon/PFC Greggs; buddietommy
Summary: Eddie finds himself negotiating a potential polyamorous relationship with Buck and Tommy. Fortunately, relationship negotiations are just another skill he picked up in Afghanistan.
Tags: Dual timelines; polyamory; previous relationships; developing relationships; coming out; angst; denial of feelings; the canon deaths happen in the fic as well; grief/mourning; divorce; panic attacks; explicit sexual content; eventual happily ever after [for the throuple where.. they’re all still alive.. (buddietommy)]
Note: Happy birthday (observed!) to @judymarch15 🎁 Your friendship is a gift.
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