"We should-" Tommy's words get lost in another kiss, the hand he has on Buck's waist flexing involuntary. He kisses back, can't help not to, but then gently breaks the kiss. He tries not to smile when Buck follows him, eyes still closed. "We're standing in the middle of the entrance."
"Mm," Buck says, eyes opening and he looks... well, he looks both completely dazed and like he wants to eat Tommy for dinner. It sends a tingle down Tommy's spine.
"Should we, I mean," Tommy starts, surprised at the way he suddenly had forgotten the ability to speak. The only thing he's able to focus on is the way Buck's nails gently scratches his neck. "Buck."
Buck purses his lips in contemplation and lets his gaze slowly drag down Tommy's body. When he looks back up again, there's a michevious glint in his eyes.
"We should." Buck nods before dropping his hand from Tommy's neck in favour of grabbing his hand and, with long, determined strides, pulling Tommy with him away from the entrance. "We definitely should."
For a second, Tommy thinks that they're going up to wherever Chimney and Maddie are, but Buck walks past the elevators without so much as a glance. He is clearly a man on a mission, and honestly, Tommy will gladly follow him wherever he's going. Besides, he is pretty sure he knows where they're going. Still, it catches him by surprise when Buck takes a sharp corner and, in a move that is too smooth for it to not be taken directly from a movie, Buck spins him around and effectively pins him against a wall. Tommy is not proud of the sound that slips out of his mouth.
Buck, on the other hand, seems to love it.
"You're so-" Buck says, voice low and husky as he continues, "god, do you even know what you're doing to me."
"I think," Tommy says, gathering his bearings a bit, feeding off the way Buck looks at him like he can't believe Tommy's real. The feeling is, more than ever, mutual. He grabs Buck's waist, hands sure and stromg, pulls him in closer. Swallows at the feeling of having Buck this close, of having him like this at all, says, "I think I have a pretty good idea, actually."
Buck, honest to god whimpers at that, and before Tommy can say anything else, he's getting kissed within an inch of his life. Buck crowds in even closer, presses him into the wall until they're practically moulded together. It's exhilarating and hot, and Tommy's so turned on that he can barely think straight.
He's honestly not sure how long they stand there, bodies pressed together, and mouths never moving further away than enough to gasp for air before diving back for more. Eventually, though, the kisses slow down, the pushing and the pulling turning to gentle strokes against hot skin. There's no rush. They've got time.
When Buck finally takes a step back, just enough for Tommy to straighten himself up, he looks devastatingly beautiful. He's also, hilarously, completely covered in soot. Tommy wonders if he should say something, but that thought immediately flies out the window when Buck leans in for a final quick peck, a barely there brush of his lips against Tommy's.
"Come on." He says, cheeks flushed and mouth curving into a smile as he reaches out to take Tommy's hand. Tommy feels something take root in his heart, can't help but smile back, giving Buck's hand a squeeze. "I think I promised you a wedding."
