Tommyās left butt cheek was starting to go numb and he lost feeling in his left arm a while ago, but he would rather cut it off than move. Buck had finally fallen asleep about one-third into the movie Tommy had put on, with his right side carefully tucked under Tommyās arm, sling precariously positioned, head pillowed on Tommyās chest, snoring softly and without a doubt drooling all over Tommyās sweater.
But he would still take this a thousand times over the agony earlier on Buck's face, the silent tears, as he threw up for the third time that day.
Tommy had not expected another call from Eddie, telling him that Buck dislocated his shoulder again so soon. But with Buckās track record, maybe he should have.
Can anybody explain to me why everyone is talking about Buck ending s9 with a kid? I was away for a few days and not up to date with all the specs and rumours so Iām a little lost
Not to make everything about bucktommy but I was listening to the new Mumford&Sons album and the last lines of Icarus (with Gigi Perez) are so GODDAMN TOMMYāS POV OF THE HOOK UP/MORNING AFTER SCENE CODED
Because what do you meeeeeaaaan this is not him
It took me all I had to turn away from this one
Thought Iād take my chances, I was blinded, I was in love
But then all at once, I was back to where I begun
I was burned by the morning, I got too close to the sun
Wandered outside the bucktommy tag for once and immediately got hit in the face with honestly one of the most hilariously dumb takes from the bddie fansā¦
because what do you mean a BoB thinks TM used a toy helicopter in the most recent episode because heās angry the bt fandom sent a bunch last Christmas š
Buck and Tommy being obsessed with each other scents
Buck jerking off smelling Tommyās underwear when Tommy has a 48h shift and Buck gets horny
Tommy doing the same with Buckās working out shirts
They sometimes catch each other doing it
Sorry anon, the holidays got in the way and then I got sick, so I completely forgot to answer this.
I didnāt think I would be into scent stuff, but thinking about Buck and Tommy being obsessed with each otherās scents was actually so fun. I hope this is what you had in mind.
Since it might not be everyoneās cup of tea, I put the rest under the cut š«¶
So, from the beginning Buck is obsessed with how Tommy smells. He canāt really place whether itās because Tommy is a man and smells so different from his dainty girlfriends, or whether itās just a Tommy-thing. But he loves how Tommy smells, loves wearing Tommyās clothes, and the night after Tommy stayed over for the first time he slips into bed and buries his face into the pillow Tommy used. But he also lives for that musky smell when he blows Tommy, nose buried in pubes, and sometimes he wishes he could live down there.
The first time he realises how aroused he van get from just Tommyās smell is while doing the laundry one day when Tommy is away on a 48h shift.
Heās sorting the laundry from the laundry basket and at one point comes across one of Tommyās boxers. Heās been pent up the whole day and heās missing his boyfriend, and he doesnāt quite know what possesses him but after a few hesitating moments, heās pressing the soft cotton to his nose, inhaling sharply and eyes fluttering close, moaning softly. Good god, Tommy smells so good. A mix of the soap he uses, slight sweaty, tangy, and that subtle musk that makes him ache in places he couldnāt tell anyone about. Itās familiar, intimate. He feels his cock twitch in his jeans and the familiar heat pool low in his belly, slightly surprised and a little embarrassed that just Tommyās scent is doing it for him.
But then he lets desire take over and palms himself through his jeans. He sits down on the bed, pressing the underwear to his face again, inhaling deeply, his hand wrapping around himself, slow, deliberate strokes matching the rhythm of his breathing. The thought of Tommy, so far away and unaware, makes it even hotter. He closes his eyes, letting the scent guide his imagination. He pictures Tommy coming home, tired and sweaty, imagines Tommy shrugging off his flight suit, soft moans escaping as he sinks into the bed. He pictures licking Tommyās thigh, up to his crotch, taking him in his mouth and burying his nose in that exhilarating scent. The thought makes his hips lift, grinding slightly against his hand as he pushes closer to the edge. He groans, the scent making him lose all control. The smell, the memory, the anticipationā¦ itās all too much. Buckās body tenses, every nerve alive, his movements growing desperate, frantic, until he finally tips over the edge, his groan echoing through the empty bedroom. Still clutching the underwear, he lies back on the bed, trembling, spent, flushed and a little bit embarrassed. But he knows he unlocked something, an obsession, a hunger he couldnāt, and wouldnāt, fight.
It doesnāt take long before Tommy catches him doing it, and although it starts with a lot of teasing, it ends in mind-blowing sex, so Buck is okay with that.
For Tommy, itās less Buckās clothing and more an absolute (slightly possessive) obsession with Buckās scent after a hard work-out. So it happens more than enough times that Tommy stands in the door opening of his garage, watching as his boyfriend finishes lifting weights, abs glistening with sweat and his short work-out shorts leaving little to nothing to his imagination. And when Buckās finally done, turning to Tommy, curls plastered to his forehead and chest rising and falling with the effort of his work-out, Tommy nearly growls, practicing the self-restrain of a Tibetan monk. But once he has Buck in the shower, he presses him against the wall, burying his nose into his neck and armpits, licking his way over Buckās tits, his scent sharp and intoxicating, a heady mix of salt, exertion, and something uniquely Buck that makes his stomach clench and his cock throb instantly. Every inhale makes his cock throb harder, and every flick of his wrist more desperate as he jerks them off excruciatingly slow until they both come, shuddering and groaning.
Who do you think was the first one to send nudes wns the first to ask for it?
And what are their favorite things to receive and to send ?
Oooh, good one. I can totally see Buck being the first one to send nudes. Mostly because Tommy made it clear that he was letting Buck set the pace. With that in mind I can imagine how he would think sending nudes to Buck would be too pushy. But boy is he happy when he receives the first one from Buck, and it opens up the floodgates. I also think Buck would be the first to ask for them, because we know heās a brat š«
With regard to what their favourite things are to send and receiveā¦ Buck is 100% obsessed with Tommyās tits so any shirtless pic will get him going, but heās 100% also obsessed with Tommyās gigantic dick so he does love the OG dickpics, preferably with Tommyās large hands wrapped around it š Tommy is just so obsessed with his boyfriend he loves any pic he can get, but the ones Buck makes secretly in the bathrooms of the 118 station have a little extra spice he canāt deny
Havenāt written anything in forever, but I dragged myself out of the cobwebs with this. It popped into my head yesterday and it was basically written in one night, which is probably why itās shit. Still going to share it because otherwise itāll just die in my drafts. This may or may not be the first fic of the entire universe I created in my head with this adorable kid. Small warning for some tooth-rotting fluff tho.
Homecoming
Buck x Tommy | wc: 2.9k
There were times he used to hate these moments the most. Coming home after a long shift to a silent, empty home. Sure, he could faceplant in his bed, starfish and sleep for the next 10 hours without anyone caring, but he would always miss the warmth of coming home to someone. Even if that someone was already sleeping by the time he would come home.
The first few times after theyād started dating, he would come home after a long shift, tired and ready to hit the hay, and find Evan curled up on his side of the bed, fast asleep. In those moments, he would carefully crawl under the covers, cuddling up to his soft, warm, sleepy boyfriend and he would think back to those lonely days, counting his lucky stars.
The first time he came home late from a shift after the break-up and had to climb into his cold and empty bed, he had despised himself a little more.
Read on Ao3 | or read below
āāāāāā
The house was quiet when he softly closed the front door. The only sound was the low humming from the dishwasher in the kitchen.
There were times he used to hate these moments the most. Coming home after a long shift to a silent, empty home. Sure, he could faceplant in his bed, starfish and sleep for the next 10 hours without anyone caring, but he would always miss the warmth of coming home to someone. Even if that someone was already sleeping by the time he would come home.
The first few times after theyād started dating, he would come home after a long shift, tired and ready to hit the hay, and find Evan curled up on his side of the bed, fast asleep. In those moments, he would carefully crawl under the covers, cuddling up to his soft, warm, sleepy boyfriend and he would think back to those lonely days, counting his lucky stars.
The first time he came home late from a shift after the break-up and had to climb into his cold and empty bed, he had despised himself a little more.
Now he toed off his shoes in the hallway, placing them on the rack next to a pair of New Balance sneakers and their tiny matching twins. He made a detour to the laundry room to dump his duffel and told himself he would get the dirty clothes out tomorrow.
Right now thereās only one thing he wanted. Sleep.
His shift shouldāve ended 4 hours ago, but a massive call sent his already taxing 36-hour shift into overtime and he was ready to just nod off for the next 8 hours at least.
He yawned so big his jaw let out a crack, and shuffled through the hallway on his socked feet in the direction of his bedroom. Heād already showered at the station, so the only thing he had to do was change into some sleep clothes and crawl into bed..
He couldnāt help his smile as he carefully pushed open the bedroom door and leaned against the doorpost.
Evan was sprawled out on his side of the bed, mouth open, softly snoring and no doubt drooling all over his pillow. It shouldnāt be as endearing as Tommy thought it was. But even more endearing was the little figure next to him, sprawled out on his tummy in the middle of the bed, mouth ajar, a bird's nest of curls on his head, goose stuffy clutched tightly in his little fist.
Tommy needed a second just to take in this beautiful sight. He had dreamed of this, of a family, of belonging. But never in his wildest dreams had he dared to hope he would one day have a wonderful husband and a beautiful son he loved more than life itself.
Tommy had never really seen himself as a father.
How could he be a dad when his own fucked him up so bad he had to run away to another continent and fight in a war that wasnāt his to fight? Besides, there was the gigantic rainbow elephant in the room that he tried to suppress for most of his life. He lied to himself for years, dated women and tried to create that picture-perfect image of what his life was supposed to look like.
The topic of conversation had come up a few times when he was dating Abbey. Of course it had. At times he had been ready to spend the rest of his life living this lie, loving Abbey but never in the way he should, and never in the way she deserved. Because the alternative was unthinkable. But heād always been secretly relieved that Abbey never really seemed interested in having kids. To live a lie himself was one thing, including a child in that lie of a life had seemed downright cruel.
When he finally stopped lying to himself, broke things off with Abbey and came out, he had never thought children were even in the realm of possibilities, regardless of the question of whether he wanted it or not.
So no, Tommy had never really seen himself as a dad.
Until Evan.
Very early on, maybe too early, Tommy had realised Evan was it for him. A realisation that came with both surprising clarity and absolute dread. Because at some point that veil of the perfect, patient first boyfriend he had tried so hard to maintain during the first six months would fall, and Evan would find out that Tommy wasnāt that confident, self-assured man he thought he was but instead had a shitload of baggage and trauma and insecurities. And the moment Evan would realise that, was the moment Evan would destroy Tommy, because he knew he wouldnāt survive that heartbreak. So instead he decided to take matters into his own hands and nuke his own life before Evan could do it.
Not only was Evan the first partner Tommy realised was it for him, he was also the first partner Tommy could envision having children with. Heād always known Evan was amazing with children. Youād only have to spend 5 minutes in the vicinity of Evan with the 118 kids to know that. But it wasnāt just family, Evan was amazing with kids on calls as well. As much as he hated Howieās joke that Evan was good with kids because he was one giant kid himself, Tommy couldnāt deny that Evan had a gift with children.
So before the topic was ever brought up between them, Tommy knew Evan wanted to be a dad more than anything. He had never met someone who was so naturally made to be a father. But Tommy hadnāt realised how much he wanted it too until one late afternoon in September, watching Evan and his baby nephew. It was far from the first time seeing Evan with a baby, but something about watching little Robbie giggle endlessly as Evan tickled him and blew wet raspberries onto his tummy caused one single thought to take over his entire brain:
āOh God, I want him to be the father of my childrenā.
And that was that.
This thought came with a surprising amount of clarity and peace, as well as an arousing and primal, yet biologically challenging, need to put a baby in Evan. (Not that it had stopped him from trying when they came home that evening, but thatās neither here nor there)
It should have scared him. Never before in his life, in previous relationships, had he felt the desire to be a father. But with Evan? With Evan, he wanted the white-picket-fence life, with the house and the dog and the 2.5 children, the whole nine yards.
So they talked about their future together, and explored their options, and two-and-a-half years ago, Matteo āTheoā Robbert Buckley-Kinard came into their lives. All tiny, pink and wrinkly, screaming lungs full, and oh so very welcome.
That isnāt to say Tommy hadnāt been scared to fuck it all up, scared of becoming like his own father. He still was sometimes. But the moment his son was placed in his arms for the first time, he felt a love heād never experienced before in his life, and he knew from that moment on he would never be the same.
A chilly draft coming from the hallway pulled Tommy from his thoughts, goosebumps littering his skin. He quickly changed into some sleep clothes and brushed his teeth, the exhaustion from the past two days tugging at his limbs. His side of the bed was calling him, but first he made his way over to the other side of the bed, sat down without jostling the mattress too much, gently carding his fingers through Evan's curls, lightly scratching his nails along his scalp. After a few seconds, the soft snores stopped and Evan let out a content hum, stretching a little, before opening his eyes blearily.
āHey, you,ā Evan murmured. āMade it home safe?ā
āHmm, hey.ā Heād never looked more beautiful to Tommy, eyes half closed, pillow creases on his cheekbone, and his curls standing out in every direction. With the hand not buried in Evanās mop of curls, he cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing one of the creases, and he leaned down to kiss him. It was just a soft kiss, a brief touch of their lips, like a warm welcome, a way to say āIām homeā. Evanās lips soft and plump, as he sighed into the kiss, capturing Tommyās bottom lip, sucking lightly and Tommy had to remind himself their kid was right there before he could think about deepening the kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away.
āSorry I didnāt text, got called in at the last hour, pretty big one that went on forever.ā Usually, they always tried to let the other know when a shift was running late, but this time Tommy hadnāt even had time for that.
āI suspected something like that when you stopped responding to my texts.ā Tommy continued carding his fingers through Evanās hair, lightly scratching his scalp and earning himself another pleased sigh. āBusy night?ā
Tommy hummed. āBusy shift, maxed out my flight hours for the month as well so Iāll probably have to fill in with ground crew next shift, thatāll be fun.ā The last few words got lost in another jaw-cracking yawn.
Evan chuckled. āTired?ā
Tommy just nodded, eyes closing briefly.
āThis is a nice surprise though. Whatās this little monkey doing in our bed?ā He gently brushed back some astray curls from Theoās forehead, subconsciously checking his temperature. He was warm, Tommy noted, but the usual sleep-warm, thankfully not fever-warm.
āHmm, we had a bit of a rough night again tonight.ā Evan sat up slightly, leaning back against the headboard. āHe really missed his Papa and was a bit upset when he didnāt have his usual good night call either.ā
Itās only then that Tommy noticed the dried tear tracks on Theoās cheeks and he frowned. Lately, Theo had been particularly clingy, going through what Tommy assumed was one of the many developmental phases mentioned in one of the many parenthood books Evan had read. This manifested itself in some hefty separation anxiety. They were both sure it was just another phase they had to ride out, but that didnāt mean it broke Tommyās heart any less.
Leaving for work these days, whether it was him or Evan, or leaving Theo with whoever was babysitting him that time, more often than not resulted in Theo sobbing, clinging to whatever limb he could grasp and getting so distressed he nearly made himself sick. Weirdly enough the whole ordeal often started again around his bedtime, as if only then he remembered they were missing from his usual bedtime routine.
In the past weeks, theyād started calling in the evening if one of them was on shift, as part of Theoās bedtime routine, and that had seemed to help a bit. The only problem was the complete unpredictability of their work, which meant that they didnāt always have the time to call.
Like this evening.
Guilt started to bubble up but before he could start to apologise, Evan stopped him with a hand on his arm and a soft smile. āDonāt feel guilty, you were on a call. Besides, heās been feeling pretty poorly in general tonight, I think his last baby molars are coming through.ā
āPoor kid.ā Tommy gently stroked the chubby cheek. The corner of his mouth curled when he noticed Theo clenching and unclenching his little fists, something heād done in his sleep since he was a baby. Evan joked that he took after his dad, practising his dough-kneading skills. Tommy just thought it was adorable and kinda like a little kitten making airbiscuits.
Evan rubbed Theoās back. āHe really tried to stay up and wait till you came home, but he crashed around ten. I tried to put him in his own bed a few times, but that only resulted in more over-exhausted meltdowns.ā Evan shrugged. āSo eventually I gave up and let him sleep here.ā
āWe can let him sleep with us for one night, right?ā Tommy found that he didnāt actually mind. He knew he was probably going to regret it when he woke up from little toddler feet and pointy elbows sticking in his ribs, but right now he couldnāt remember the last time all three of them were snuggled up in bed together and he missed it.
He rounded the bed and tried his best to crawl under the covers without disturbing their kid, but Theo already shifted and let out a sleepy whimper as soon as the cold air that came in reached him.
He pushed himself up and blearily blinked at him with a small frown, rubbing his tired eyes with the fist not holding Goose in a deathgrip. āPapa?ā
Tommy placed a featherlight kiss on top of his sonās messy curls. āHey Bug, go back to sleep.ā
The sleepy confusion was visible and the bottom lip started quivering. āPapaā¦ go?ā His breath caught in that tiny stutter that always came before tears. āYouā¦ you go leave?ā
Evan shifted a little closer behind Theo, his hand coming to rest softly on their sonās back. His voice was a gentle murmur. āHey, sweetheartā¦ Papaās here now.ā
Tommyās heart twisted and he shifted closer too, curling an arm around Theoās small frame. āHey, hey. Iām right here,ā he whispered into the curls. āI didnāt leave you, baby, I just had to work.ā
Butā¦ you go workā¦ you goā¦ā Theoās voice cracked, and a hiccup slipped out, his fingers curled tighter around Goose, little fist trembling. āYouā¦ not say goodnight.ā
Tommyās heart twisted even further. He brushed a thumb under the little tear crusts still clinging to Theoās skin. āI know, Iām sorry. Work took a long time tonight.ā
Beside them, Evan added softly, āyou did your best waiting up, Bug. But you were so tired.ā His thumb ran soothing circles along Theoās spine.
Theo shook his head, letting out a tiny, broken breath, his eyes filling again. āThought youā¦ no come back.ā
Evanās face tightened with a worried frown, and Tommy knew exactly how he was feeling because he was feeling it too. There were very few things worse than seeing your child so upset.
āOh, buddyā Tommy gathered him close, feeling the soft, hiccupy breaths against his chest. āI know, I know you were scared. Iām so sorry I couldnāt say goodnight to you. But I didnāt leave you, not really. Sometimes Papa has to go help other people, but I always come back to you. Every time.ā
Theo clung a little tighter, his tears dampening Tommyās shirt. Another hiccup escaped, followed by a tiny, exhausted sigh. āAlways?ā
āListen,ā Tommy whispered, tightening his arms around Theo as one hand reached blindly across the mattress to find Evanās. Evan laced their fingers together immediately. āDaddy and I canāt always be with you, Theo, but I will always try my absolute best to come home to you and Daddy. Even if I have to be away for a little while, Iāll come back to you.ā
His sonās voice was muffled against his chest. āPromise?ā
āPromise.ā Tommy pressed another kiss on Theoās curls, holding him for a moment, the sweet strawberry scent from his sonās shampoo mingling with that sweet sleepy smell.
Theo pulled back and looked up at him with his big, blue eyes, filled with tears. Like this he was the spitting image of his dad, Tommy thought, already nailing those Buckley puppy eyes. āMiss youā¦ so muchā¦ā
God, Tommy couldāve sworn he felt his heart break and he wanted to cry.
āI missed you too, Bug.ā He whispered, rubbing circles on his back. āBut Iām here now. And Iām not going anywhere tonight.ā
Theo yawned, eyes drooping, and mumbled, āPapaā¦ stay?ā
āIām staying, right here.ā He carefully laid Theo back down between them, tucking him in and pressing one last kiss on his forehead. āDaddyās here, Papaās here, youāre safe, baby, you can go back to sleep.ā
As soon as Tommy lay down as well, Theo snuggled into his chest, one fist still holding Goose, the other clutching Tommyās shirt tightly. A sleepy sigh told Tommy he was already nearly asleep again.
Evan caught his eye over their sonās curls. āSee?ā he whispered. āHeās okay. He just needed you.ā There was still a faint shimmer of worry in his eyes, the kind that only settled once Theo was truly asleep.
Tommy let his thumb drift over Theoās back in slow, steady strokes. āStill breaks my heart.ā he sighed.
āHey.ā Tommyās eyes shot back to Evanās, who offered him the softest smile. āI love you.ā
Tommy grinned and pressed a kiss to the back of Evanās hand, their fingers still twined. āI love you, too.ā
As he drifted off to sleep, Tommy thought back to those days when he would come home to a cold and empty house, and once again thanked his lucky stars.
He may have had a long and tiring shift and heāll probably wonāt get the amount of sleep he wouldāve preferred, Theo was guaranteed to wake them up at the crack of dawn, if Tommy didnāt wake first from a couple of feet in his stomach or the snoring of his husband, but he has both his boys close, warm and safe and breathing beside him.
He had a family to come home to. What else was there to want?
Since the blurry image Iāve seen a few posts/asks of people going nuts over others getting excited. Calling us parasocial and obsessed. And this is coming from the BT side of things.
Like, fuck me the world is on fucking fire right now and people are finding joy in something little. People seem to take our excitement as an actual obsession when in reality weāre all self aware enough to know that we donāt know if heās coming back. We have clown memes on our phones for a reasonāweāre fully aware we might be wrong and weāre okay with that. Weāre making fun of ourselves and weāre not going to have a mental breakdown if it turns out weāre wrong.
Itās far weirder in my opinion to get worked up over others getting some joy about possibly seeing a man we like in a show we love.
Listen, I know this is the freeway shark everyone survives a tsunami beenado and a 12 year old gaming kid landing a plane show and there has always been unrealistic bizarre camp emergencies, but I guess I draw the line at space travelā¦
I donāt need this show to be hyperrealistic, but there is a whole lot between hyperrealism and fucking space travel š
I just miss the actual emergencies, the natural disasters, the calls that had high urgency and high stakes but where the writers didnāt try so hard to come up with the most out of pocket situations just to be ādifferentā and for shock and entertainment value. At a certain point it just stops being amusing and starts being annoying. And before anyone says āwell itās 9-1-1, you shouldnāt take this show seriouslyā and I know, but sometimes itās sad that it came to be a show to not take seriously. Think back for example to the plane crash in s1. That was something that was intense, out of the ordinary and not your usual 9-1-1 call and even though it was obviously dramatised, it was not completely unrealistic. The earthquake episodes in s2, the well emergency in s3, the factory fire in s4, and so on. It was calls like that that drew me into the show in the first place and I kinda miss that 9-1-1. A little camp is fun, but it feels like they lost the plot 9 seasons in.
[Also, for a show taking place in LA I canāt believe that 9 seasons in we never had a single wildfire related call or emergency??]
