playing around with some service top/dom tommy ideas. this part came out a bit sadistic, the other parts are sweeter.
He knew he was covered in soot, but he was running on no hours of sleep and he knew the second he sat down, he wouldn't get back up. The car alone had been a major gamble and a bad idea, but he made it to Tommy's house, and Tommy could take care of it.
He stumbled through the door, his duffle was still in the car, but he couldn't see straight, and he was leaving sooty handprints on Tommy's wall, because he couldn't take his shoes off without support.
”Finally,” Tommy said, as he came around the corner. ”Thought you'd be here hours ago. Jesus.”
”I don't wanna hear it,” Buck said, nearly falling over again. ”I need to lie down and maybe throw up.” Before he knew it, Tommy's shoulder was in his armpit.
”Come on. Bathroom.”
Buck turned his brain off and went where Tommy led him. Tommy didn't comment on the fact that he'd changed out of his uniform, but not showered, so his nice, clean civvies were now soiled – but Buck could hear him thinking it.
They peeled of his clothes together, and Buck climbed into the shower.
”Sit.”
”Huh?”
”Sit,” Tommy said.
”Oh.” Buck sat in the tub.
Tommy hosed him down for a minute, getting the worst of it, before plugging the tub and filling it. Buck was halfway asleep, and stayed where Tommy put him. Armed with a stack of wash cloths, Tommy started scrubbing him down. It felt good. He was gentle on Buck's face, less so on his arms and legs.
It was really, really nice.
Then Tommy stuck his hand between his legs and Buck jerked, sloshing water over the side of the tub. He looked at the soaked thigh of Tommy's jeans.
”Oops.”
Tommy made that stern face that made Buck tingle and clench in unmentionable places. ”Behave, please.”
Buck leaned back, and tried to get comfortable. It took some deep breathing, and a lack a visuals to sit still, when Tommy's hand came back, but he managed to do it. Eyes closed and clutching the rim of the tub, Buck sat through Tommy cleaning him. It was gentle, all things considered.
The problem was, Tommy started with his dick, which made every subsequent touch loaded in a way it wouldn't have been, if he'd ended with his dick. If he'd done it the other way around, it would've been a fun surprise. This way, he was getting keyed up for something his body couldn't handle.
Maybe Tommy knew that.
No, he couldn't have known, because they hadn't been texting. Work had been too busy for texts. He hadn't had the time to send a single text, saying he'd be late.
His body was trembling a little, when Tommy turned his attention to his hair. Buck was burning out too fast for the full curl routine, so Tommy only did a quick shampoo and rinse, to get the worst of it.
”Almost there,” Tommy said, after the final hose down, and pulled Buck to his feet.
Standing on the bath mat, Buck felt like a poodle post groom, as Tommy rubbed him down with a towel.
Tommy more or less carried him to bed. He was almost asleep, when he asked, ”Wait, did you cook?”
Tommy tucked the covers around his naked body and kissed his cheek. ”Nothing that won't keep. Go to sleep.”
i'm doing a puppy play sequel from tommy's pov
(first preview of what will likely be many)
Evan was at the foot of the bed, curled around Tommy's feet. It was hard to tell sometimes, if he was asleep or just happy. He could feel Evan's stomach rise and fall against the soles of his feet.
Tommy wasn't the type to nap, unless he was falling down, but Evan loved play that was essentially resting. Lying all over Tommy, or at his feet. He'd attempted to read, but it was hard to focus on anything else when Evan was right there.
Gently, Tommy pointed his feet. ”You awake?”
Evan smiled and stretched with a soft sound, before curling back around Tommy's feet. ”Kind of.” He stuck his hand up under the hem of Tommy's sweatpants.
Tommy was always on the edge of insomnia. Evan was probably doing wonders for his health.
He snapped his fingers. Evan looked up, much more awake. ”Up here.” Evan clambered up, holding himself above Tommy, on all fours, ready for instruction.
”Yes?”
Tommy curled his fingers under Evan's chin, scritching gently. Evan was so responsive, always taking everything he could get. ”How're you feeling?”
”Like I should call in sick and stay here.”
”Mm? And what would you do here?” Tommy asked.
”Whatever you want me to.”
Tommy exhaled, slow and controlled. ”Dangerous thing to tell me.”
”Why?” Evan smiled. ”You gonna hurt me?”
Evan had a lot of assumptions about kink, assumptions Tommy should correct, but didn't. Evan didn't want to be hurt, but he seemed to think it was a part of it, even though Tommy hadn't so much as hinted at it.
”Do you want me to?”
Evan's brows pinched for half a second, before they smoothed out into soft obedience. For some reason he was incapable of saying no, even when he knew he didn't want it. ”Do you?”
Tommy threaded his fingers through the back of Evan's hair, holding on tightly. ”Staying doesn't mean you get what you want,” Tommy said neutrally. ”For all you know, you could be spending the night on the floor.”
Evan sucked his lower lip into his mouth, eyes darting around Tommy's face. ”And what would you be doing?”
”Anything I want. Read a book, watch a movie,” he said. ”Get off.”
Evan's beautiful little pout came out to play. ”So an evil version of floor time?”
”You love floor time.”
”Not if I can't touch you. What would you do if I did it anyway?”
Tommy hummed, pretending to think. ”I could put you out back.”
Evan's eyes went wide. ”You'd put me in the backyard?”
”Hey, now. It's a nice yard.”
Evan's eyes darted back and forth. ”I can't tell if you mean that.”
He could only keep a straight face for so long. He pulled Evan down into a kiss. ”The only way I'd put you in the backyard, was if you asked me to put you there. OK?”
Evan beamed. If he'd had a tail, it would be wagging. ”OK.”
When he answered the door, Evan was pink around the ears. ”I met the borzoi.”
”Oh. Oh.” Tommy tried really hard not to laugh. ”He, uhm, he leaves an impression.”
”You could say that.” He made a gesture that conveyed it pretty well. ”Just straight for the dick.”
”He does that, yeah.” Tommy didn't think to warn him that the neighbour's borzoi liked to greet people with a snout to the crotch – and he wasn't gentle. Although, Evan was a big fan of dogs, so it was bound to happen.
Evan pushed past him into the house. ”I got so flustered, I didn't catch his name.”
”Richard.”
Evan caught his eye over his shoulder. ”You're kidding.”
”I wish I was. Also,” he said, hot on Evan's heels, ”knowing he does that doesn't actually help.”
Evan laughed and put his overnight bag on Tommy's bed. ”If it makes him happy. Oh, Christ.”
”What?”
He turned, ears red. ”I do that to you. I'm no better than Richard.”
Tommy cackled. ”If it makes you happy.” Evan fell on the bed dramatically, Tommy climbed on top of him. ”It feels better when you do it.”
”Oh, thank you so much,” Evan snarked. ”I'm so happy to hear that. A step above bestiality.”
Tommy scritched him behind the ears and leaned down to kiss him. As much as he protested, Evan melted the moment their tongues touched.
”Speak,” Tommy muttered. Evan moaned in return. ”Good boy.”
Before Evan could slobber too much, Tommy kissed his way down his neck, and shimmied down his body. At first, Evan's sounds were interested, but the second he stuck his face between Evan's legs, he yelped, ”Tommy.” It wasn't very effective through Evan's jeans, but he was distressed anyway. ”Tommy, what're you doing?”
”What?” he grinned up at him. ”You do it to me all the time.”
Evan got up on his elbows. ”You're not–” His brows pinched.
”I'm not what, sweetheart?”
”I'm the puppy,” he said, as if Tommy was somehow debasing himself.
Tommy crawled back up and attempted to kiss the pout off Evan's mouth. When it didn't work, he stuck his hand between Evan's legs and squeezed. Evan's thighs clamped tightly around his hand. ”Say thank you.”
”Thank you,” it was just short of a whine, but Evan looked much happier.
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.”
Lou is SUCH a talented painter... Every time I see one of his paintings, I'm just in awe. And it was so cool that they used one of his paintings on SWAT!
i know right 🥹 i wish he’d post more progress videos or show his art more since he’s using the art account again. his style is so unique!! i also love just how much thought and detail goes into his pieces and i love finding out his thought processes and background to them.
the fact that the swat writers didn’t even know how talented he was, just that he painted, so they asked him to make something. and he completely shocked them with how amazing and beautiful it was 🥰
thanks for giving me the opportunity to share some of my favourites of his!!
They had been bickering like they always were. Buck was constantly cycling through food trends. The current one, was greek yoghurt with various different toppings, but it was a particular brand of greek yoghurt, one they didn't have at their usual store. Tommy was complaining about all the frozen foods on their list and how going to the other store would add at least thirty minutes, so they would have to get the frozen items at the other store, but Tommy didn't go to that store, so he would have to find replacements, which would add god knows how much extra time.
So, Tommy lost his temper and called Buck a princess for wanting the fancy yoghurt, and Buck's brain went offline for a good couple of seconds.
Buck was used to big boy and big guy and all these variations of big and strong – but princess? It was so out of left field, and yet. And yet.
In college, Buck dated a girl who got off on making him do the most depraved things she could think of, because he was such a nice looking boy. A pretty boy. Buck didn't really get it. She didn't ask for anything Buck considered wild. She was in the process of deconstructing, which Buck didn't know what meant at the time. He found out a few years later, and the whole thing made more sense, but he had gotten off on her calling him a good guy, with his head between her legs.
The princess thing wasn't that. For one, Tommy wasn't a college girl in the process of deconstructing her faith. No, Tommy meant it as an insult. A lighthearted one, but it set Buck's whole body on fire.
Buck wasn't easily embarrassed, but this? This curdled in his stomach upon impact. He backed down on the spot, and found the next best thing in the yoghurt aisle. He could tell Tommy felt bad, but he couldn't in good faith say it was OK. Buck had no idea what this reaction meant.
Tommy apologised while they packed the car and Buck said it was fine. Unfortunately, Buck had a fantastic boyfriend who could see straight through him, and knew something was up.
Buck waited until they were buckled in and ready to fight their way out of the parking lot.
”M-maybe I am a bit of a princess.”
Tommy's eyes were on him instantly. Buck could feel himself do that thing Tommy kept begging him to stop doing. The thing with the eyelashes and the big wet eyes.
Instead of telling him to put his eyes away, Tommy said, ”Oh.”
The last time Tommy said oh, Buck had to shower at home for a week. Again, this wasn't that, but when Buck's insulated lunchbox bag thing broke, Tommy somehow managed to find an adult sized replacement, in pink, with princess on the side.
It was a thing, but also not a thing, and certainly not something they talked about.
Hi! Coming from the "I wish you would write a fic where..." post: Maybe some Bucktommy subdrop if it sparks joy? I really love the puppy play fic, especially the way you portray Buck's feelings and could see it happening in that universe ✨
subdrop, my beloved, always sparks joy <3 thank you!
good news! there is already subdrop in the puppy play sequel :) so that will happen!
if i were to do a new one, i would do one solely focused on subdrop. say something like buck being fairly well versed in kink, but for some reason, what he knows about subdrop just hasn't connected with what he himself experiences.
a lot of what buck enjoys doing, is on the intense side and he needs someone to catch him after the fact. with his penchant for one night stands, he often doesn't get it. he drops with varying intensity, but he doesn't typically cry, which is something that sticks in his mind as a sign of subdrop. no, buck just feels a bit down, a bit tired, a bit sensitive. sex is a workout, so he doesn't think much of it.
when he starts dating tommy and they get to know each other intimately, things are great. tommy is so good at taking care of him, but buck finds himself turning down sex, if he knows he has plans or work the next day. tommy asks about it, but since buck doesn't know he drops, he doesn't explain that part, but says he feels it the next day. tommy figures maybe buck is just sensitive, so he suggests they do something easy. maybe something without penetration or tommy can bottom. something that's not too hard on buck's body.
and it works! except once they get going, it's hard to hold back — for both of them. tommy is a great partner and is very attentive, so buck doesn't drop. not for a while, anyway. buck figures he grew out of it or maybe tommy is just a good partner, and so they stop being careful.
one night they have sex and things get a little intense. normally that wouldn't be a problem, but buck has a shift in the morning and needs to head home, so he doesn't get as much time in tommy's arms as he needs. buck is still oblivious to what is happening, so when he starts feeling poorly and the subdrop is still hanging around in the morning, he spirals a bit. this hasn't happened in a long time and he doesn't know how to handle it — especially at work.
between calls, buck manages to find a moment to call tommy, for some emotional support. tommy is rightfully worried and pokes a bit. at first, buck brushes him off, says it's just one of those things. he's fine, really.
except then he explains how he's feeling and tommy knows what's happening. he feels horrible and offers to come by the station. buck insists he doesn't need to, because that's not what's happening. buck just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it's fine, really.
tommy doesn't take no for an answer. he shows up at the station, under the guise of bringing buck lunch. they find a private corner for tommy to fuss over him, and the second buck feels tommy's arms around him, tears spring to his eyes, and the connection finally forms. he feels dumb that he didn't figure it out sooner, which only makes the whole thing feel worse.
buck asks to be man behind, and tommy sticks around, doing his best to make buck feel safe and cared for. they have a long conversation about it, as soon as they can, and discover that buck has been dropping with tommy, but it's been milder than normal, so he hasn't noticed feeling off.
If you’re still doing potential AU - how about salbucktommy - Buck runs a wedding event planning business and Sal and Tommy are finally holding a commitment ceremony/vow renewal (they had a courthouse ceremony 10ish years ago and their friends and family lovingly nag that they weren’t invited) and when they meet their wedding planner Sal barely makes it inside the truck after their first meeting before looking at Tommy and saying “what are the rules on inviting your wedding planner on a honeymoon?”
1. They got together the month that gay marriage was legalized in California, because they'd gone to Pride together as volunteer medics. And Tommy looked at all of the happy, celebrating people and curled up in the back of the rig and cried when he thought Sal was getting food. Except Sal forgot his wallet, so he came back and found him and they crammed together in the back of this ambulance. And in the middle of Tommy tripping his way through coming out, Sal had said, "Me, too. It's okay." And then Tommy had stared at him, stunned. "You're not alone," Sal said, holding Tommy's cheeks. "I'm not gonna let you be alone in this. I haven't had the balls to say anything, but I'll find 'em if you want to come out. I'll do it with you." And Tommy said, "People will think we're--" And Sal shrugged and smiled and said, "Lucky me." Then the moment shifted, and then they were leaning in for a kiss. Sal had kissed him like he'd been craving it, and Tommy understood, he knew exactly how he felt. They got their shirts open when the radio crackled with someone fainting from the heat, and then they had to get back to work. But later, when they'd gotten fluids and food for the person who'd passed out and given them a gentle lecture on keeping an eye on their blood sugars, Sal disappeared for a moment and came back with two tiny flags. He tucks one into Tommy's chest pocket and presses a soft kiss to his mouth, and the photo that a journalist snaps gets put in the paper. After the initial panic attack passes, Tommy reaches out to her and asks for a copy.
2. It's in 2014, just a year later, when they're at Pride just to go this time. Tommy sees couples holding "Just Married" signs or older couples with shirts and signs declaring the year they got together. He tries to not look at Sal, but it's like trying not to think of an elephant when someone's told you not to. They're walking past vendors, and Sal wanders off while Tommy's considering a stained glass piece that looks like a butt plug to give to Howie since his birthday's in a few months. When he turns to get Sal's opinion, he's three booths down and handing over his card to someone. Tommy approaches, sees the jewelry, considers a necklace, and then Sal kisses his neck and presses his nose to Tommy's ear and asks, "You wanna get married tomorrow?" And Tommy almost drops the bag he's holding, and he turns and looks at Sal, and Sal is holding a ring he presumably just bought. He's not on one knee, because there's a sea of people behind him. But Tommy nods and asks what time and Sal laughs and says they'll figure it out. They casually ask if some people are free, and no one is except for Howie. When he meets them at the courthouse, he's wearing jeans and a Metallica shirt and looks hungover. "You guys trying to get out of a ticket or something?" he asks, looking at them over his sunglasses. "No, we're getting married," Tommy says, and Howie swallows his gum in shock.
3. Everyone gives them shit for not saying why they wanted to meet up that day, but there's a party at the 118 and then they go to a bar the next night. And then they take off for two weeks to go on a honeymoon that's really an excuse for them to go visit Sal's family in Pittsburgh for a couple days and then go to Italy for a week and a half to visit the rest of his family and a few of Tommy's somewhat distant cousins. And that's just how it is for the next decade. Whenever their anniversary rolls around, they get endless shit from their friends and family with the well wishes. Sal's just glad Ma has stopped trying to make him feel guilty about his birth, because that delivery had been a whole saga that got brought up every birthday like he had any control over it. Now she has something real to make him feel guilty for.
4. With their ten year wedding anniversary coming up, they decide to finally throw a wedding. When they go to scope out a couple of venues, the event planner at one gives them the name and number of a newer wedding planner. He's good but sort of new to the area, so his rates are still fair. Every wedding he's done at their venue has been beautiful and tasteful and handled well, so they call him. He's available, he sounds eager, but he also sounds young. So they're not sure what they're getting into until they go to a small office space and meet Evan. (Evan had accidentally saved a wedding when he was bartending, got taken under the wing of the wedding planner for keeping a cool head and figuring out a solution to idk a broken dress or crazy relative or whatever. Then he moved to LA in the last coupl years with his sister.) He's adorable and beautiful and funny and excited for them, he loves their love story. He takes down a list of important stuff--wedding venue types, style, colors, attendance size, etc. And he starts pulling stuff up and leaning across the table to point things out and Tommy is definitely staring at him more than the laptop. After, Sal buckles up, turns on the truck, and asks, "Think we can get him as a wedding present?" And Tommy laughs but also damn, yeah, that would be nice.
5. The thing is, they're probably putting more into this vow renewal than they need to, but they're eager to meet up with Evan. He takes them to a tailor, even though they'd originally planned on their dress uniforms. They're not about to tell Evan that, not when he's so excited about this tailor he thinks they'll love. They don't want a bunch of flowers because they'll go to waste, so Evan plans out centerpieces that'll require them to be handmade. He doesn't have an assistant anymore after his roommate decided to go to grad school in San Diego, so Tommy and Sal help with them. They end up sprawled out in the living room making these things with paint and jars and glue and sea glass and whatever else, and they're drinking wine and watching a movie, because Evan hasn't seen so many movies. He had vetoed The Wedding Planner, so they're watching The Wedding Singer. During the song at the end on the plane, Evan sighs and says, "God, I want that." "You're not getting it in a post-9/11 society," Tommy deadpans, and Evan reaches back to smack his shin. "But you'll get it. You're adorable, you're sweet--" "Pretty," Sal adds. "Smart, a good time." "--and kind," Tommy finishes. And Evan looks between them with pink cheeks and seems a little shy about it, and Tommy reaches down from the sofa to cup his cheek. "Anyone would be lucky to have you," he says gently, and Evan looks up at him, his lips parted. So Tommy kisses him. And then Sal kisses him when Evan looks to Sal after with a little fear in his eyes.
6. They take their wedding planner to bed, which they don't really do. It's been a once in a while thing, mostly when they were dating and then every so often when they're traveling just to keep things uncomplicated and fun. But Evan is clinging to Tommy with Sal behind him eating him out, and Tommy is definitely having fun, but none of this could be called uncomplicated. After, Evan has a minor crisis. He's never done anything like this before with clients, would never think to. He's dropped clients when someone came onto him. He says all of this while he's pulling his clothes on, and Sal gets up from the couch and rests his hands on Evan's shoulders. "Don't fire us," he begs. "And don't think you did anything to fuck up our relationship. We didn't think--I don't know what we didn't think. But we were going to ask you out after all this." "After your wedding?" Evan says incredulously. "Vow renewal," Tommy corrects gently, and Evan gives him a flat look. "And yeah." And Evan looks between them and says he needs some time.
7. They're only a week away from the ceremony and party when this all happens, so the last week was going to be hectic anyway. They've got people flying in, they've got stuff to finalize and set up, and they're doing it all with minimal contact from Evan. It's a lot of emails and texts. But he had warned them this would be the case, because he's also setting up meetings with his next clients. Tommy feels guilty, though. He feels awful, he feels like he should've just waited to say anything or make a move or whatever. Then the rehearsal happens, and Even brings his sister because she'll be helping to coordinate things on the day of. Howie is immediately distracted by her, and Tommy can't blame him. But he's distracted by Evan. So is Sal. Evan is locked in, though. He's got a clipboard, he's running the whole thing with military precision. They'd heard about his SEAL training, so Tommy isn't all that surprised but it does give some slightly conflicting feelings. But everyone loves Evan. Their wedding party and Sal's parents and sisters all think he's so good and so cute. "He single?" Lucy asks. "Nope," Tommy lies.
8. The ceremony goes off without a hitch. It's at a rose garden, and everything is perfect. The reception is in the event hall onsite, and it's also perfect. Chimney gives a speech as the default best man, since he was the only one at the first wedding. Tommy gets to show off how much he loves his husband, and he gets to have a good time with his loved ones. He wouldn't have had the same experience if they'd tried it this way the first time, so he's glad for the years in between where he got to build strong friendships and get close with some of his extended family. And then there's Evan. The reception ends pretty late, but he's still there to help with cleanup. The only other people there are the people who work at the venue, him, Sal, and Tommy. "So, you're not working with us anymore," Sal points out. "No, I'm not," Evan says, leaning against a pillar. "We're sorry," Tommy says. "For making you uncomfortable." "I wasn't," Evan says, flushing. "Just, uh, confused? Maybe? I didn't think you two would--and I'd never even kissed a guy before." And Tommy feels even worse, and it probably shows on his face. It's definitely showing on Sal's. "B-but I'd been wanting to," Evan says quickly. "You. Both of you. I wanted to kiss both of you. I just--you guys are so happy, and I feel like I fucked that up." "You didn't," Sal says, taking one of Evan's hands. "You just made us think a whole lot about some stuff. We met you, and it's easy enough to want to take you to bed. I mean, look at you. But then we spent all this time with you, and it reminded us of how we were with each other before we got together." "Finding any excuse to hang out, wanting to be close to each other, trying to ignore the pull we felt," Tommy lists, taking Evan's other hand. "You feel that, too?" Evan asks, breathless and pink cheeked, and Sal and Tommy nearly headbutt each other trying to kiss him.
9. A year later, Chimney plops down on the couch and turns to Evan and says, "So if I ask your sister to marry me and ask you to plan the wedding, I don't end up with you, too, right? That's not, like, a service you offer?" And Tommy comes out of the ether to whip the top of his ear with a dish towel.
i write daddy kink all the time, so i need to make it interesting for myself.
tommy obviously has a lot of baggage when it comes to his sexuality, so i'm thinking, maybe he jumped head first into kink. LA has a big and vibrant kink scene, so maybe he got comfortable doing that first. he could have prior experience (maybe abby was into kink (privately, she doesn't strike me as a dungeon person)). after ending things with abby, maybe dating seemed too daunting, but kink can be pretty impersonal. you can have plenty of partners you play with, but aren't actually close with outside of it. it could be a good place for tommy to explore things.
i love subs who don't know they're subs and buck is clearly eager to please, so that could be part of what draws tommy to him. tommy has been around plenty of subs. he doesn't know where he falls on the spectrum himself, so he uses vers at the moment, but buck brings it out in him. the dynamic between them feels so effortless, that tommy has to remind himself they aren't actually playing. he keeps doing little dominant things on accident, because buck keeps leaving things wide open for him. he tries to be careful and not do anything buck isn't ready for or willing to do, but relationships are still scary to tommy, so he keeps pushing the conversation. keeps telling himself he'll do it soon.
when things become rocky between them, tommy begins to long for the dungeon. he hasn't gone, while he's been with buck, but before they met, that was how tommy dealt with things. after stressful days at work or bad dates, he's gone to play, to get the emotions out of his system. he doesn't want to do that to buck, so the frustration has nowhere to go. he only realises it in the moment, but the relationship has been over in tommy's mind for a while, by the time they break up.
as much as he wants them to get back together, tommy knows it'll be hard. he has to be honest about all these things he's never said out loud before. it all comes out at the worst time. he stumbles through all of it, knowing he doesn't make sense. but buck loves him and he wants to understand. of course everything works out, and buck is always happy with a new research topic. when his research brings him to submission, he can't help but look at tommy and say, "no wonder you were all worked up, i do all these things all the time."
buck doesn't wait for tommy to tell him what he is, he jumps to his own conclusions and tommy can't tell him he's wrong. honestly, buck has picked up on a lot of stuff tommy didn't even know he did or wanted.
AU where Tommy is a phone sex operator and Buck starts calling in when he is recovering from his leg crush injuries and he’s lonely and horny and restless and with all this extra time on his hands and by himself (and will all the porn he watches) he starts thinking and realizing he may be into dudes
He’s not physically fit for in person sex, so phone sex it is…also, it gives him the chance—anonymously—to figure out some things for sure.
The first guy he talks to is Tommy and the experiences confirms very solidly and very quickly that Buck is into dudes
Buck talks to a few other guys and it’s pretty standard, no frills, but it gets him off and he’s fine with that.
When he gets Tommy again, it becomes clear to Buck he has a different kind of work ethic. He asks Buck about what he likes and doesn’t like and there’s something about Tommy’s voice that makes Buck confide in him that he’s new to sex with guys and he suspects maybe there’s other things he doesn’t realize he likes.
So Tommy asks for Buck’s permission to essentially run down a list and Buck gives the okay.
When Tommy asks if Buck likes being called a “good boy,” Buck flushes and grows hot. He laughs quietly. “Uh, yeah, that’s something I already knew, but”—he takes a deep breath—“I really like it coming from you.”
Tommy hums. There’s a sound like pen scratching on paper from his end of the line. “Noted.”
At the end of what has become a 2-hour phone call, after they’ve talked through Tommy’s list, Tommy talks Buck through getting off in record time, murmuring good boy when Buck comes.
It echoes in Buck’s head long after they’ve hung up.
Time passes and Buck heals and he stops calling the phone sex line and he feels a pang of guilt about Tommy losing a client, but Buck figures Tommy is so good at his job that he’ll be okay.
Buck dates and hooks up with some guys in real life and it’s great,
but sometimes he misses Tommy’s voice, equally commanding and praising, in his ear.
Would he still sound the same as Buck remembers?
Buck knows he could just call, but for some reason he doesn’t.
Months later, Buck ends up adopting a dog, Blaze, he rescues from a fire.
He’s with Blaze at the dog park in his neighborhood day when he sees a gorgeous guy—an absolute beefcake of a man—playing fetch with his own dog; a Weimaraner, Buck’s pretty sure.
Buck needs to get closer. He needs to know this guy’s name and ask if their dogs can have a play date and also how he likes his eggs and what side of the bed he prefers…
But he’s getting ahead of himself.
He makes his way over to the bench the guy is sitting at and he doesn’t miss the way the guy does a double take. Buck’s only a few feet away when the Weimaraner comes trotting back to his owner and drops a ball at his feet.
The guy scratches the dog’s head and coos, “good boy.”
And—oh fuck—the words hit Buck like a freight train and he trips over nothing at all, and stupidly blurts out, “Tommy?”
Tommy’s head whips up, his brow furrowed. “Do I—have we met?”
Buck rocks on his heels. “Not—uh—not in person. I’m—"
“Evan.” Tommy smiles when Buck nods. “Huh. I’ve never been recognized by my voice before.”
Buck shrugs. “Well, you left quite an impression.”
Tommy just looks at him, for so long Buck’s afraid he might ask Buck to leave him alone. Instead, he scoots over and pats the bench. “Sit.”
A quick glance over and Buck sees that Blaze is doing fine, having made friends with Tommy’s dog and a few others. Buck scrambles to join Tommy before he changes his mind.
Tommy chuckles at Buck’s eagerness. There’s nobody close enough to hear their conversation, but Tommy leans closer anyway and murmurs in Buck’s ear, “good boy.”
Tommy doesn't remember calling Sal, but perhaps the fact that he’d been drinking all night and hadn't answered his phone is what made Sal come over. And so Sal—who knows where the spare key is hidden—found Tommy sitting on his kitchen floor amidst boxes, looking not so good, just a day before he was set to move to another state.
"That’s no way to say goodbye, Kinard. You could’ve at least called me."
"You hate my beer," Tommy muttered.
"That never stopped you or me." Sal sat down next to Tommy, pushing a few bottles aside with his hand. "And that’s not the point."
"There is no point." Tommy tilted his head back and let out a deep sigh.
"Oh, aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" But the teasing tone didn't last, replaced by concern. "You don't have to move, Tommy."
But Tommy has to. It was part of the 'disciplinary deal', what he got because his coworkers, friends, Sal included, are there for him. Tommy was surprised to realize just how many people actually had his back—and now he was going to lose them, sort of.
The last helicopter he stole hadn't earned him a medal or a boyfriend. On the bright side, he was already heartbroken, and he’d been let off without the infractions going on his permanent record. He kept his license, and his former captain was kind enough to secure a new place for him—just not in L.A.
So all Tommy replied was a
"And lose my wings?" with a scoff.
"You aren't going to fly if you can't walk in a straight line, you know that, right?"
Tommy knows it, and he also knows he’s being grumpy. His plan was just to drink until he forgot everything for the night and then start clean tomorrow. Great in theory, but he wasn't twenty anymore and knew he wouldn't be in good shape the next day, so it was a good thing Sal was there.
Tommy looks at him, rubs his eyes, and tries to smile.
"I'm going to need your help."
"I got you." Sal smirks. "I already spoke to Gina; I'm off tomorrow and the day after. I'll go with you."
Tommy can't help but smile more genuinely this time.
"See, I knew I shouldn't get you drunk."
"Uh-huh, all part of your master plan," Sal says wryly.
"I do think of everything."
"Is that why you didn't answer my calls or reply to any messages?" Sal raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Tommy points upward. "I left my phone locked in the bedroom. Out of sight, less chance of a final drunken mistake."
There’s a pause before Sal replies, calmly.
"Maybe you should do that."
The fact that he doesn't seem to be joking catches Tommy off guard.
"You're not being a good friend right now," Tommy chides him.
"Come on, Tommy." Sal gets closer and squeezes his shoulder. "It’s been months, and it doesn't seem like anything got resolved."
"It did."
"So why haven't you moved on?" Sal doesn't miss a beat.
"I am moving," Tommy replies, a bit more exasperated, gesturing toward the packed boxes in the kitchen.
"You’re moving out," Sal points out. "And not entirely by choice."
Tommy just blinks and doesn't answer this time. Sal continues.
"You know, Gina and I used to wonder what the deal was." Sal shakes his head. "And even after you came out—which explains things, I guess—Gina thinks you're too good to be single. And then, after the kid…"
"He's not a kid."
"It was a whole picture of it, Tommy." Sal ignores him.
"What?" Tommy feels a flash of anger slip into his voice.
"If it’s something you want, that’s okay. But, and this was kinda something she said, it seems like 'you keep giving up on a place you’d like to be'."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Doesn't it? I don't know, it's none of my business," Sal says, stepping back a little this time. "We just…"
"Mm-hmm." And that’s where they leave it for a few minutes.
Tommy feels like he needs to get something off his chest, off his mind, and maybe the way to do that is by clearing his throat and speaking up. He can still go through with his original plan. Forget about today and start over tomorrow.
"I didn't give up," Tommy says defensively. "I gave him a way out, and he took it."
"Why did he need a way out?"
"If he’d just called me back…" Tommy laughs bitterly. "But he just wanted to make sure things were over."
"You walked out the door, Tommy."
"And I beat myself up for making the wrong choice that time, Sal," Tommy says dryly. "You were there; you saw it. I just needed a sign…"
"I thought you weren't the superstitious type."
"I know it wasn't fair," Tommy says sadly. "I just wanted time… for him to be sure before I took the leap."
"And now?"
And now Tommy couldn't try again, he thought. But Sal wouldn't understand since Tommy hadn't talked about him and Evan sleeping together months after the breakup, and about what came the next morning. The way Tommy had thought there might be a chance, how he let that hope surface only to confirm what he already suspected: he was good for filling time, a fun time for a few nights, but it couldn't last. At the first slip of insecurity he made, it was all lost, so next time either he would hurt Evan, or Evan would leave, going to find what he was really looking for in someone, a kind of security that Tommy wouldn't be able to offer even if he tried. He wasn't part of his family.
"Did you two talk after the funeral?"
"By text." And then Tommy tries to shrug and look for a closed bottle. He's out of luck. "It must be for the best."
Tommy whispers that, but Sal hears him anyway.
"I'm sorry." And Sal had never seemed so sincere.
"Howie was saved," Tommy says. "Diaz is back. They all have each other. It's not easy, but Evan isn't alone."
"And are you sure you don't want to say goodbye to them? To him." Sal offers. "Tomorrow before we go?"
Tommy shakes his head no. He's not going to explain to Sal that the last message he sent Evan was a "sorry. If you need to talk," to which he received a "thank you." At the same time, he feared that Evan would invite him to his house, not to talk, but to avoid being alone and to distract him. It should be a relief, but the worst part was that no invitation ever came. Why would it? Evan wasn't alone. And then Tommy withdrew from the scene. He took care of his own business and repercussions at Harbor Station, and months later politely declined when Chimney called him to the ceremony honoring Bobby. The truth is, the whole situation reminded Tommy that grief can destroy you if you're alone, if you feel like you've lost your anchor, and Tommy once again felt the urgency to stop this process before it got worse.
"My father's an asshole," Tommy said, lost in thought.
"You mentioned that."
"He never went easy on me. I think he knew. He thought I was too soft for a five-year-old." Tommy swallowed hard. "But I think he could have tolerated me."
"What?"
"He wasn't good with me. But he was with her," Tommy said, his voice breaking. "I think she was the only person he truly loved, that I witnessed at least. I have this memory of him smiling, and he was less rude when she was around. It was magical. A guy like him, a product of the army, you'd think he'd never back down, but he adored her. Sometimes I can't reconcile the kind of person he was… But, uh, he traveled, spent a lot of time away, so there's that… While my mom raised me. She and I watched a lot of movies, mostly animated films or rom-coms, and she seemed to really believe in that stuff… 'romance'." Tommy makes air quotes with his fingers. "So, I think she lived some of that. But when I was eleven, she died, and whatever good was in him died along with her."
Tommy doesn't know if Sal says anything back, because he’s closed his eyes and is letting sleep take over. He’s still awake, though so exhausted it feels like he’s hovering somewhere between consciousness and dreaming. Lately, Tommy has been thinking about his mom more often. He even tried calling his father, but the calls went straight to voicemail and were never returned. According to his uncle, his father is doing fine, so there’s nothing more Tommy can do.
The truth is, as he grew up, trying to distance himself from his father left him in a state of conflict—a contradiction as hard to reconcile as the images he carries of the old man himself.
To get away, he ended up enlisting as soon as he could, then following Gerrard and hiding in his shadows, as if his father were constantly present even in his absence. He felt fear and he felt alone. Tommy went so long without feeling like his own person that he forgot he could want things for himself; even scarier, he forgot he might one day actually get what he wanted. Now he thinks that a part of him was buried along with his mother too, and as time went on, he kept feeling like that eleven-year-old kid who desperately wanted to go home, hug his mom, and have someone look at him with love for the person he might become. Until that happened, it felt like he couldn't face anyone else. And that would never happen.
So, it all was like baby steps until he stopped lying to himself and the people in his life; until he requested a transfer and went back to flying, because that is what he loves. Tommy loves being able to give something back, to help save lives. He can't bury it.
Last year, Tommy realized he still wasn't truly free of that weight from his past, and that it wasn't fair to drag anyone down with him— specially when Evan seemed to navigate life so easily, overcoming the very obstacles Tommy still stumbled over now and then. Evan called him "brave." And even though Tommy was brave in his own way, Evan still deserved more.
Tommy feels Sal helping him up, an arm slipping behind his shoulder. Tommy doesn't resist, even though his footing isn't very steady.
"I'm going to call Lucy. It’s not good to leave you alone these first few weeks."
"I'll be fine,"
"Oh, you will be," Sal agrees, taking a step toward the living room with Tommy. "But that’s what friends are for, to be a pain in the ass and help with moving."
"Don't call Evan."
"I heard you the first time."
Tommy stops halfway and grips Sal’s shirt tighter.
"I have to give up the place before I burn it down."
"Tommy, we’re all firefighters," Sal sighs, then says more to himself. "You guys would figure it out."
"I just need to sleep."
Sal settles Tommy onto the sofa and goes to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Tommy’s eyelids are growing heavy, and he dreads the dreams that await him. Tomorrow, he’ll try to start over again. But it’s a haunted fresh start. He’s unsure which parts of himself remain buried and which he’s still trying to save, keeping them as hidden as if they were underground, far removed from the sky he loves so much.
What if, instead of the loft, Ali and Buck found him a nice house in Tommy's neighborhood?
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1. Tommy comes back from his vacation in Yosemite, the one he was supposed to take with Chuck until Chuck decided they were "not heading somewhere real." He sees that the tenant at the house on the corner is finally moved in. There had been some kind of delay, and he'd been expecting to wander over and greet them--a couple, he's pretty sure, he saw a few coming through to see the house--before he left. The house had stayed empty, but now there's a Jeep in the driveway. He puts his stuff away, shoves everything else in the washing machine, and starts making a welcome baked ziti. When he walks it over later, there's a delay on the door getting answered, and it's because the guy who opens it is on crutches. "Hey, I'm your neighbor down at the purple-ish house," Tommy says, smiling. "You're...Evan, right?" He'd heard the guy's girlfriend call for him after the viewing. "Uh, y-yeah," he replies, smiling. "Nice to meet you, uh--" "Tommy," he says, holding up the tray of food. "I hope you like pasta and cheese." "Love it," Evan says. Tommy offers to bring it in, because he's not about to make him juggle the tray on crutches. The house is pretty sparse, even though it seems to be unpacked, and there's no sign of the girlfriend. Tommy scribbles down reheating instructions on a grocery list pad and sets it on the tray before putting it in the fridge with other covered dishes. "Meal train," Evan explains. "I got hurt at work."
2. It's a few days later when Tommy realizes he never sees the girlfriend, so maybe she didn't move in? But he's outside and checking his mail when he hears a familiar voice shout something. He looks up and sees Howie, of all people. Tommy drops his mail back in the box and crosses the street. Evan's balancing on his crutches, and Howie and a shorter woman are out front. "Who the hell let you in my neighborhood?" Tommy asks, and they both whip around, and Evan looks alarmed for a moment. But then Howie grins and laughs and all but tackles him in a hug, which still sends a little thrill through Tommy even if he'd squashed that crush years ago. "What the fuck, man?" Howie says, laughing. "How do you guys know each other?" Evan asks. "Tommy used to be one of ours, then he left us for the wild blue yonder," Howie explains. "You actually replaced him." And that's how Tommy finds out Evan is a firefighter. Within a couple of minutes, it's how he also connects the dots that Evan is the firefighter who was nearly killed by a bomb in a ladder truck.
3. Tommy sees a revolving door of people he used to work with, and it's surreal. They'd been so removed from his life for the last few years, and then they're suddenly just there. There's a day when Evan can't get to physical therapy because Bobby got called in, so Tommy takes him. And then takes him again. He also goes on quick walks with him, gets on Evan for trying to run too soon. "I just want to get back to work," Evan says, looking like he's about to cry. "You will," Tommy reassures him. "But you can't hurt yourself and set yourself back." And he fucks up for a second and squeezes the back of Evan's neck, but Evan doesn't freeze or flinch, he just nods and sniffs and they get back on their feet from the bench they'd stopped at. When Evan is trying to catch his breath and says his chest feels tight, Tommy asks if his leg is hurting more than it was a couple days before. "It's just sore," Evan argues, but Tommy hauls him into his truck and drives him to the ER. The pulmonary embolism isn't a huge clot, but it's there. Tommy squeezes his hand and calls Maddie, and they bring Evan back to run a catheter through his lung to get a clot busting drug straight into it.
4. Evan is staring up at the ceiling in the hospital and not speaking. He's awake, he can speak, but he's been quiet. Tommy's on his third logic puzzle in the book he'd bought in the gift shop. "You don't have to be here," Evan says finally. "I don't have to be most places," Tommy says, putting a dot in one of the boxes. "It's a matter of choice, and I'm choosing to be here. Unless you don't want me here." There's no response, and Tommy stays until Bobby shows up. Then he goes into the waiting room, and then Bobby drops into the chair next to him an hour later. "How bad was it?" Bobby asks. "Could've been worse," Tommy says. "You saved his life," Bobby points out. "I don't know what I'd do if this killed him." "It didn't, though," Tommy says. "He's going to be fine, he can even get back on the job soon if he wants." Bobby's mouth twists unhappily. "He'll want to. If you won't take him, I'll tell Sal to pick him up." "God, anything but that," Bobby says with a harsh laugh. "Kid's been through enough as it is." Tommy smiles and flips the page to a crossword. "Yeah, well, don't put him through more," he says, and Bobby hums.
5. The day of the tsunami, Tommy's checking in on the radio as much as he can. He's trying to use his phone, too, but the lines are down or jammed. All he can think of is Evan telling him he was going to take Chris to the pier, because he's still a little ways out from being duty ready again. Tommy flies over, sees that it's basically fucking gone, and he radios Bobby. No word, nothing. He's flying all day and into the evening, and there's a radio call for him and Evan's at an emergency triage center. Tommy finds the nearest clear spot to touch down at, and Evan's on a cot. Hen and Howie are nearby with patients, Bobby is talking to another firefighter, but Tommy runs straight to Evan. "Chris?" he asks. "He's okay, Eddie's taking him home," Evan says, shoving himself up to sit. "I th-thought--he was gone, I thought he was--" And Tommy hugs him and feels the way Evan clutches at his flight suit. "I thought you were gone," he admits around the lump in his throat. "I flew over the pier, and--god, I thought I lost you." When he pulls back, he presses a hand to Evan's cheek and they look between each other's eyes, and there's a long moment when Tommy isn't sure and then they're both leaning in. He kisses Evan, feeling the desperation from both of them. He's thought about kissing Evan a lot these last few months, but he'd imagined tenderness or hunger, not clinging to damp clothing and grimy skin after a natural disaster. It's still everything he wanted, Evan's still everything he's wanted. When the kiss breaks, he presses his forehead to Evan's. "Yeah?" he asks softly, and Evan nods. "Yeah," Evan confirms.
He'd been to gay bars before, both on purpose and accidentally. This one was an accident. It looked perfectly normal from the outside. Maybe there was stuff on the walls to indicate what kind of establishment it was, but the light was too low to see. The other patrons were dressed – maybe an excess of leather jackets, but again, the light was low.
It was his second bar of the night. The first one wasn't a vibe at all. Buck was having a nice time, sitting by himself and people watching. When the lack of women started to sink in, it was already too late.
A very handsome older man approached his table and started talking. Buck liked to talk, so that was fine. But then came another. And another. Soon his table was crowded and he wasn't sure who was talking to who. It got overstimulating very fast.
Right before he started to panic, he felt hands on his shoulders. ”Give the kid some air, yeah?” The whole table erupted, but the guy at his back stood firm. Before he knew what was happening, the guy had him by the armpits and pulled him to his feet.
Buck was led to the bar, by firm hands, and deposited on a barstool. ”Hints are a foreign concept to these guys, you gotta be rude about it,” his rescuer said. ”What were you having?”
Buck turned and looked, but his abandoned glass wasn't visible. The guys didn't seem too torn up about him leaving. ”Uh, beer?”
”I'll get you another one,” he said and patted Buck on the back.
”I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened, I– ” He got a good look at the guy who just manhandled him. He didn't look dissimilar to the others. Big guy, a little older, broad in every sense of the term.
”Don't worry about it. Once they smell blood in the water, you're out of luck,” he smiled. ”I'm Tommy.”
”I'm– ” Oh, dear god, he couldn't introduce himself as Buck at a gay bar. ”I'm Evan.”
”Hi, Evan. First time here?”
Buck laughed a little and looked around, before sitting properly at the bar. ”First time,” he nodded.
”New to the lifestyle?” Tommy asked, and pushed a glass into his hands. ”You have that look about you.”
He had to bite his tongue, before his mouth had the chance to ask if he looked gay. ”What– What lifestyle is that?”
Tommy's eyes were twinkling. ”You're in a leather bar, kid.” He pointedly gave Buck an up and down look.
Maybe the lightwash jeans had been a bad choice. He squirmed a little. ”I didn't know.”
”Bring a friend next time. I might not be here to save you from the daddies.”
Instead of turning around, Buck looked at the mirror behind the bar. Daddies. The men looked nice enough, but it was a lot, all at once. Flattering, though.
”You're not a daddy?”
Tommy laughed. ”You got me there.”
”Sounds like I'm not safe with you either,” he grinned.
”I guess that depends – do you want to be?”
Buck gulped half of his beer, before even attempting to answer that.
Tommy interpreted his hesitation as something else. ”They're alright. They wouldn't have hurt you. Most of them have partners at home, they just enjoy the chase.”
Buck licked his lips. ”And you?”
Tommy's glass halted halfway to his mouth. ”Me, what?”
”Why are you here?”
”Beats drinking at home,” he smiled, but it fell short of his eyes.
He didn't know what it was, but something about Tommy made him want to be honest. ”I didn't– I didn't know this was a gay bar,” Buck said. ”I was walking by and it looked nice enough. I didn't come here on purpose.”
Tommy looked at him for a beat. His eyes specifically, which was tough to endure. Tommy's smile went a little tighter.
Buck was desperate to return to the ease of just a moment ago. ”Do– Do you have a partner at home?”
The smile went a little softer. ”If I did, I wouldn't be here.”
”Right.” Buck ducked his head. ”That makes sense.”
”Do you?”
”No,” he sighed – a bit too deep, judging by the height of Tommy's eyebrows. ”My friends keep telling me I need to figure out how to be alone,” he explained. ”Which is stupid, because I've been alone my whole life. I know how to do it.”
Tommy's eyeline shifted from Buck's face, to a distant point behind him. ”Nothing wrong with wanting to have someone.”
It was a bit too maudlin to share with a stranger, but Buck found himself saying, ”I want someone to choose me, you know? And keep choosing me.”
”I do,” Tommy said softly.
”I don't think that's a crazy thing to ask – or to want.”
”It's not.”
Buck moved his glass around on the bar top. He didn't really feel like drinking anymore. ”Is the gay dating scene better than the straight one?”
”God, no,” Tommy grimaced. ”No.”
”So jumping ship would be a bad idea?”
”Well,” Tommy thought on it, then shook his head. ”No, I can't in good conscience recommend dating men.”
Buck laughed. ”Maybe it'd be easier. It's not like I haven't thought about it.”
”…About dating men?”
Buck shrugged. Why wouldn't he have thought about that? ”Being the same gender is a big thing to have in common.”
Tommy looked bewildered. ”I thought you said you were straight?”
”I didn't say it, I implied it.”
”Are you?”
Buck looked at him for a second. His face, then his shoulders, his arms, his hands. Tommy shifted and Buck's eyes fell to his thighs. ”If the answer was yes, I probably shouldn't have hesitated, right?”
”My eyes are up here.”
Buck's eyes snapped up. ”I was looking at your thighs, I promise.”
Tommy giggled. ”That's the gayest fucking thing you could've said.”
Buck's face was burning hot, but he was making Tommy laugh, so it wasn't all bad. ”How are thighs a gay thing?”
Tommy shook his head. ”You are surprisingly comfortable flirting with men.”
Buck looked at the table of daddies. ”I think it's just you.”
It was Tommy's turn to blush. ”Evan, are you leading me on?”
”Leading on implies a lack of follow through.” He bit his lip. It was a nervous thing, but Tommy didn't seem to see it that way.
Tommy put his head in his hand. ”Evan. I can't bring a straight boy home. I'm too old for that.”
An hour ago, he hadn't considered having sex with a man. An hour ago, he hadn't met Tommy.
”We could go to my place?”
Tommy looked at him through his fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment and faced straight ahead. Buck wasn't sure what he was doing, but he didn't want to interrupt. He jumped a little when Tommy's hand clamped down on his thigh.
Tommy leaned into his space and asked, ”And do what?”
Buck went a little breathless. The hand was already high up, but he wanted it higher. ”You're the daddy,” he said. ”Means you're in charge, right?” Tommy's fingers dug into his inner thigh.
”I need you to tell me what you're doing.”
There was barely space between them, but Buck leaned in closer. ”You made me curious.” One of Tommy's eyebrows went up. ”Besides,” he told Tommy's mouth. ”It's not like I haven't been pegged before.”
”Willingly?”
”I asked for it. Begged for it, actually. There was this article I read and I couldn't get it out of my head.”
”And?”
”I liked it more than she did.”
Tommy shook his head. ”Enjoying anal and being into men are two separate things.”
”I'm not talking about men, I'm talking about you.” The hand on his thigh was starting to feel like a tourniquet. There was a small furrow between Tommy's eyebrows. Buck couldn't tell why it was there.
”It's mean to lead an old man on.”
Buck put his hand on top of Tommy's. ”You can't be that much older than me.”
”Don't do this to me.”
”What am I doing to you?” Tommy huffed. ”What am I doing to you, Tommy?” Buck asked again, but lower. Buck wasn't insistent. If someone needed him to convince them, they clearly weren't feeling it – but Tommy's hesitation felt different. ”Come home with me.”
”Evan–”
”I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll try so hard, I promise.”
When Tommy leaned in, Buck knew he was trying to scare him, to call his bluff, but Tommy wasn't the aggressor here. Buck met him more than halfway. Tommy's surprised little mm! was almost drowned out by wolf whistles.
Someone yelled, ”Get it, Kinard!” and Tommy pulled back abruptly. He glared at the guy, but he was flushed all the way down his neck.
”Shut your mouth, Dennis!”
Buck got a hand around the back of Tommy's neck, so he could pull him back in. They weren't done kissing.
