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bucktommy - teen - 900 words - alternate first meeting, epistolary, birdwatching, rivals to lovers.
Buck learns about birdwatching leaderboards during a lonely Thanksgiving on the road. He goes all in, of course, and decides to try and list the highest number of birds spotted in a calendar year. It would be great if this Tommy guy would stop saying his spottings aren't valid, though.
you can read 'the big year' on ao3 here!
for the @au-roulette prompt: sport/athletics (competitive birdwatching is a sport. to me.)
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also, this was absolutely inspired by listers! i know very little about birding outside of having watched this once so my apologies for any silly mistakes re: what i thought were rare birds worth travelling to see.
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“Shh,” Tommy stopped and pulled Evan into the corner with him, covering his mouth with his hand. Evan looked up at him as he tried not to laugh, the echoing footsteps passing them by and fading into the distance.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Evan whispered when Tommy let him go. “They actually just followed a sound?”
Tommy glared and Evan mimed zipping his lips. Tommy listened carefully before stepping back into the main hallway, Evan’s hand clasped in his as he dragged him along behind.
They didn’t speak again until they were back in the main hall. Evan smoothed out his tie, then readjusted Tommy’s tie clip.
“Still have it?” Tommy asked, leaning in close.
“Yep,” Evan grinned and discreetly patted his pocket. “Safe and secure.”
“Now, nice and calm to the exit,” Tommy said, hand on Evan’s lower back as he guided him towards the museum entrance.
“I have done this before,” Evan reminded him.
Tommy snuck him a glance. “And yet, you almost got us caught.”
Evan held up a finger. “Operative word being almost.”
Tommy shook his head at Evan, lips thin and tight. “Inches and seconds.”
“You should say millimeters and seconds,” Evan said. “It’s not imperial but it’s more accurate.”
“It’s longer.”
Evan rolled his eyes.
“Can you please look like you’re supposed to be here for two more minutes?” Tommy hissed.
Evan craned his head to look around and Tommy groaned. “What, the rich and famous don’t roll their eyes?”
“Not in public,” Tommy gritted his teeth.
“I’m starting to think you don’t like me, Mr. Kinard.”
“I’m very much regretting taking Howie’s place on this.” Tommy guided them past a server, ignoring Evan’s sad noise when he couldn’t grab an hors d'œuvre. Maybe a hundred feet to the doors and they’d be home free. Tommy could get out of this suit, relax, and go back to doing solo jobs.
They were steps away from the door when a voice rang out from behind them. “Gentleman, we need to speak to you.”
“Run,” Evan hissed, grabbing Tommy’s hand and sprinting towards the door.
They burst out of the doors together and ran down the stairs. Tommy could hear the voices and footsteps of their pursuers, and went to turn right.
“This way.” Evan jerked him to the left, pulling him into a slim alley between the museum and the building next to it, so tight the brick pulled at Tommy’s jacket and they had to move sideways, their shoulders too broad to fit across the gap.
“We’re going to get stuck,” Tommy hissed.
“Trust me.” Evan didn’t let him go, and about halfway down the alley opened up, cutting into the building next door.
“Okay, that was easier when I was younger,” Evan admitted. He stopped in front of a motorcycle and handed Tommy one of the helmets hanging from the handles. “What? Always have a backup plan.” He flashed Tommy a wide grin that had had the wives in the museum swooning over him.
As Tommy did the helmet up, Evan opened a saddlebag and pulled out two jackets, shoving his and Tommy’s suit jackets back inside.
“Good enough,” Evan determined, watching Tommy put on the leather jacket as he suited himself up. He sat on the motorcycle and patted the seat behind him. “Let’s go.”
Tommy sat behind him, somewhat reluctantly wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist.
“So, does this count as saving your life, and if so, what is a life debt good for?” Evan mused before he fired up the bike.
“Saved me from a night in jail at best,” Tommy told him.
“Yeah? Can I cash that in for a date?” Evan flashed him another grin before slamming his helmet shut and revving the bike, pulling out onto the empty side street and racing away from the people searching for them.
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