Tommy somehow finds himself alone in the waiting room with Ravi and Evan. Chim, Hen and Bobby are all being kept overnight to monitor their recovery, and Ravi and Evan still look shellshocked about the day’s events. Nearly getting blown up and sealed in a lab could do that to you, he guessed. Someone had brought Evan’s truck over to the hospital, and Tommy takes the keys from him when he sees the thousand yard stare Evan has.
“I’ll drive you home,” he says quietly when Evan startles and looks at him. “Ravi? You have anyone at home?” Ravi shakes his head.
“You can stay with me,” Evan says. “We shouldn’t be alone.”
Tommy guides them both out to the truck and makes sure they’re buckled in before he starts driving. He knows the way to Diaz’s house from here, and it isn’t long before they’re pulling up in front of the house.
Tommy unlocks the door with Evan’s keys and ushers them both in, makes them drink a glass of water. Ravi looks down at his uniform and wrinkles his nose.
“I should shower,” he says, voice still distant. Evan walks him down the hall, and Tommy goes to Evan’s room to find some clothes for Ravi. They’ll be a bit big, but he doesn’t think Ravi will want to put his uniform back on after he’s clean.
Evan finds him folding up the pile of clothes.
“Tommy.” He sounds exhausted. “I’m so tired of losing people. Please don’t make me lose you again.”
The fragile grip Tommy has on his sanity snaps. He has Evan in his arms before he can blink, trying to devour him. Their lips and tongues slide against each other and Tommy’s walking them backwards until Evan can sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling away just long enough to get both their shirts off, fingers digging into Evan’s back as he kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. Tommy’s straddling him, one of Evan’s hands down the back of his pants and one tangled in his hair, when they hear a cough from the doorway.
Tommy tumbles onto the bed, turning to see Ravi in the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his chest. His chest and cheeks are flushed. “Buck told me to come get some clothes when I was done,” he says awkwardly. “I could come back later?”
Tommy looks at Evan and knows exactly what the look in his eyes means. He can work with this.
“I already grabbed you some” Tommy pats the pile of clothes that’s next to them, encouraging Ravi to step closer.
“Okay,” Ravi says slowly, moving closer and reaching out for them.
Tommy grabs Ravi’s hand before he can pick up the clothes. “You can go to the guest room. Or… you can stay here with us,” he offers.
Ravi pauses and looks at Evan, who nods quickly. “Stay, Ravi.”
Tommy drops his hand from Ravi's wrist to pull his towel down, letting it fall to the floor and reveal Ravi's hard cock. “How long were you watching us, Ravi?” Tommy says lowly, pulling him closer. He gets a hand in Evan's hair and guides his head towards Ravi’s cock.
Evan waits for Ravi's muttered yeah before he dives in, sucking Ravi to the hilt immediately. Tommy smirks at the choked sound Ravi makes and holds Evan still for a second, letting Ravi really feel it. He pulls Evan back, using his grip to get a good rhythm going for them.
Ravi's panting above them and Tommy takes one of his slack hands, sucking his pointer and middle finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them.
“Ungh,” Ravi grunts.
“You want to come in his mouth?” Tommy asks when he's released Ravi's fingers to take a breath.
Evan makes a noise that sounds like he’s trying to say please, and Ravi nods. Tommy lets go of Evan, and stands up to kiss Ravi. He runs a hand up his abs, fondles his tit, while his other hand is around Ravi’s neck and his tongue is in his mouth.
Tommy can feel that Evan’s hands have moved to hold Ravi’s hips as he presses closer to Ravi’s side. He dimly notes that Ravi is the only one of them that’s naked.
When he feels Ravi’s breath stutter, Tommy pulls back so they can watch him come in Evan’s mouth.
Evan looks blissful, sucking on Ravi’s cock as he works him through his orgasm, pulling back just enough that Tommy can see a small amount of come spill from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin.
He barely waits until Evan’s finished licking the tip of Ravi’s cock to pull him up into a kiss, detouring to lick up the drip of come first, his tongue seeking out every taste of Ravi left in Evan’s mouth.
Evan moans into his mouth and lets him take charge, leading the kiss. It’s not as desperate, but just as fierce as the one Ravi had walked in on. Tommy’s hands slide around Evan’s back, pulling him as close as possible. Evan mirrors him, and then there’s a second set of hands on his back as Ravi presses himself close, another pair of lips as Ravi kisses the back of his neck.
They linger there, hot skin and mouths, until Evan pushes himself away and starts to undo Tommy’s belt, his eagerness making his fingers clumsy. Ravi moves to help, and Tommy kicks away his pants when they’ve finally pulled them down. Evan’s on his knees again, mouthing at Tommy’s cock through his underwear, and Tommy had briefly regretted wearing an older grey pair, until now, when he could see the mess Evan was making of them, how they were wet and damp from his mouth and Tommy’s cock. Ravi is breathing heavily in his ear, his hands absent mindedly playing with Tommy’s tits and nipples as he watches Evan.
“Baby, please,” Tommy begs him. Evan pulls his underwear away, letting Tommy use his shoulders for balance as he steps out of them, waiting until both his feet are flat on the floor again before he takes Tommy’s cock in his mouth.
Evan sucks him as deep as he can, then pops off with an obscene noise, switching instead to kitten licks along his shaft and soft kisses to his tip, sucking his balls into his mouth and holding them there in the hot wet heat before abandoning them to the cold bedroom air.
Tommy’s sure the only reason he’s still upright is Ravi’s hold on him. Evan has a hand on his hip that’s pushing him back into Ravi. He can feel the younger man getting hard again, and Ravi starts rutting up against his back, the movement pushing him into Evan as he sucks Tommy’s cock down again. God, Tommy’s been seeing this every time he’s jerked off, Evan a mess below him, spit running down his chin and tears running down his cheeks, and fro the way Ravi clamps down on Tommy’s nipples, Tommy’s sure he’s been thinking about it too.
Evan moans around him, more for the vibrations than anything else, and Tommy gets a hand in his curls to keep him close. Evan looks up at him, absolute trust in his eyes, as he reaches a hand between his legs and presses a knuckle against his taint.
Tommy cries out and jerks forward, thrusting somehow farther into Evan’s mouth, come spilling down his throat.
Evan sucks him clean, going until Tommy is practically begging for mercy. He sits back with a grin and Tommy hauls him to his feet, stepping to the side so Evan and Ravi are facing each other. Ravi’s on him immediately, tongue chasing after the taste of Tommy.
It’s messy and uncoordinated and hot, the way they don’t quite know each other’s moves yet, hands searching for holds until Evan gets a hand under Ravi and has him on his back on the bed before he can blink.
“Look, he’s hard again,” Tommy says, loud enough for both of them to hear. He moves behind Evan and flicks opens the button and zipper of his pants, hand moving inside to give Evan’s cock a casual grope. “You’re still saying thank you, right? Shouldn’t Ravi get to come again before you do?”
“Ye-yeah,” Evan gasps out as Tommy squeezes him just a little too hard.
“Okay,” Tommy nods. “You’re going to jerk him off until he comes all over my chest, then you get to come on my chest. I want you to make Daddy nice and filthy okay, baby?”
Evan nods rapidly. Ravi’s watching them from the bed, eyes wide.
“And get naked,” Tommy says, squeezing Evan again just to watch him gasp as his eyes roll back, before joining Ravi on the bed and tapping his hip. “Come on,” he says, “you’re the young ones. Help me out here.”
Ravi climbs on top of him, hands spread out across Tommy’s tits to keep his balance. Tommy wraps his hands around Ravi’s wrists, holding him in place and feeling the steady beat of his heart. it jumps erratically as Evan slides in behind him, hands running all over Ravi’s torso. Tommy coaxes him down for a kiss, trapping Evan’s hands between them before he releases Ravi.
Evan licks his hand before he wraps it around Ravi's cock, and Tommy watches intensely, the way Evan’s hand wraps so nicely around his cock, how Evan takes his time, showing off for Tommy. He frames the head of Ravi's cock with his hand, swiping his thumb through the pre-come gathering at the tip and smearing it along the shaft as he strokes Ravi. Ravi’s grinding into it, his weight pushing Tommy down.
Tommy’s sure Evan must be leaking all over Ravi’s back, the way he’s thrusting into him. “Baby, remember you can’t come until Ravi does.”
Ravi takes one of his hands back so he can grab Evan’s hair and pull it. “Yeah Buck, you’re saying thank you, remember?”
Evan’s hand speeds up. “I know, I know,” he pants. “I got you.” He bites the meat of Ravi’s shoulder and that’s enough to have him coming all over Tommy, white ropes painting him from neck to navel.
Tommy guides Ravi off of him until he’s laying on the bed next to him. Evan moves up, eager to take Ravi’s place, his hand a mess of come and spit as he strokes himself quickly.
“Yeah, you did so good baby,” Tommy assured him, watching Evan preen under the praise. “You can come whenever you want.”
Evan lets out a half-sob as he jerks himself off, quickly adding to the mess on Tommy’s chest. Tommy catches him as he tilts forward, laying him down beside Tommy instead of letting him face plant into his chest.
Evan pants next to him as Ravi leaves over and runs a finger through the mess, popping it in his mouth and sucking it clean. “Sure you don’t want to come again?” he teases, looking at Tommy. “You’re not that old.”
“Two brats,” Tommy sighs.
Evan snuggles closer, licking at Tommy’s chest less with the goal of cleaning him off and more for the contact. Ravi scoops up more of the come and lets Evan lick his finger clean. Tommy smacks them both on the ass.
“Get me cleaned up and we can sleep,” he orders.
Ravi grabs his towel for a half assed wipe down and Evan pulls the sheets and covers over them, the two of them cuddling Tommy between them.
“Really, this is your idea of clean?” Tommy scoffs.
“‘S not my house,” Ravi says sleepily, already part way to dreaming. Tommy looks at Evan pleadingly and he huffs but gets out of bed, returning with a damp cloth to wipe down Tommy properly, peppering his now clean chest with kisses.
Evan drops the wet cloth on Ravi, startling him awake. He yelps and throws it onto the towel. “Seriously?”
Tommy grabs Evan before either of them can take it further, pulling him back onto the bed and turning so he can be the little spoon to Evan’s big spoon, pulling Ravi up against his front. Evan stretches an arm across them, linking his fingers with Tommy’s as they rest on Ravi’s back.
“Ravi can clean up tomorrow,” Evan grumbles into Tommy’s back.
“Yeah right,”Ravi says. “I don’t know where anything is.”
“You’re going to have to learn,” Evan says. “Tommy too, if you’re going to spend more time here.”
“So much time,” Tommy says, and feels Ravi nod against his chest. Evan kisses the back of his neck.
Tommy somehow finds himself alone in the waiting room with Ravi and Evan. Chim, Hen and Bobby are all being kept overnight to monitor their recovery, and Ravi and Evan still look shellshocked about the day’s events. Nearly getting blown up and sealed in a lab could do that to you, he guessed. Someone had brought Evan’s truck over to the hospital, and Tommy takes the keys from him when he sees the thousand yard stare Evan has.
“I’ll drive you home,” he says quietly when Evan startles and looks at him. “Ravi? You have anyone at home?” Ravi shakes his head.
“You can stay with me,” Evan says. “We shouldn’t be alone.”
Tommy guides them both out to the truck and makes sure they’re buckled in before he starts driving. He knows the way to Diaz’s house from here, and it isn’t long before they’re pulling up in front of the house.
Tommy unlocks the door with Evan’s keys and ushers them both in, makes them drink a glass of water. Ravi looks down at his uniform and wrinkles his nose.
“I should shower,” he says, voice still distant. Evan walks him down the hall, and Tommy goes to Evan’s room to find some clothes for Ravi. They’ll be a bit big, but he doesn’t think Ravi will want to put his uniform back on after he’s clean.
Evan finds him folding up the pile of clothes.
“Tommy.” He sounds exhausted. “I’m so tired of losing people. Please don’t make me lose you again.”
The fragile grip Tommy has on his sanity snaps. He has Evan in his arms before he can blink, trying to devour him. Their lips and tongues slide against each other and Tommy’s walking them backwards until Evan can sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling away just long enough to get both their shirts off, fingers digging into Evan’s back as he kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. Tommy’s straddling him, one of Evan’s hands down the back of his pants and one tangled in his hair, when they hear a cough from the doorway.
Tommy tumbles onto the bed, turning to see Ravi in the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his chest. His chest and cheeks are flushed. “Buck told me to come get some clothes when I was done,” he says awkwardly. “I could come back later?”
Tommy looks at Evan and knows exactly what the look in his eyes means. He can work with this.
“I already grabbed you some” Tommy pats the pile of clothes that’s next to them, encouraging Ravi to step closer.
“Okay,” Ravi says slowly, moving closer and reaching out for them.
Tommy grabs Ravi’s hand before he can pick up the clothes. “You can go to the guest room. Or… you can stay here with us,” he offers.
Ravi pauses and looks at Evan, who nods quickly. “Stay, Ravi.”
Tommy drops his hand from Ravi's wrist to pull his towel down, letting it fall to the floor and reveal Ravi's hard cock. “How long were you watching us, Ravi?” Tommy says lowly, pulling him closer. He gets a hand in Evan's hair and guides his head towards Ravi’s cock.
Evan waits for Ravi's muttered yeah before he dives in, sucking Ravi to the hilt immediately. Tommy smirks at the choked sound Ravi makes and holds Evan still for a second, letting Ravi really feel it. He pulls Evan back, using his grip to get a good rhythm going for them.
Ravi's panting above them and Tommy takes one of his slack hands, sucking his pointer and middle finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them.
“Ungh,” Ravi grunts.
“You want to come in his mouth?” Tommy asks when he's released Ravi's fingers to take a breath.
Evan makes a noise that sounds like he’s trying to say please, and Ravi nods. Tommy lets go of Evan, and stands up to kiss Ravi. He runs a hand up his abs, fondles his tit, while his other hand is around Ravi’s neck and his tongue is in his mouth.
Tommy can feel that Evan’s hands have moved to hold Ravi’s hips as he presses closer to Ravi’s side. He dimly notes that Ravi is the only one of them that’s naked.
When he feels Ravi’s breath stutter, Tommy pulls back so they can watch him come in Evan’s mouth.
Evan looks blissful, sucking on Ravi’s cock as he works him through his orgasm, pulling back just enough that Tommy can see a small amount of come spill from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin.
He barely waits until Evan’s finished licking the tip of Ravi’s cock to pull him up into a kiss, detouring to lick up the drip of come first, his tongue seeking out every taste of Ravi left in Evan’s mouth.
Evan moans into his mouth and lets him take charge, leading the kiss. It’s not as desperate, but just as fierce as the one Ravi had walked in on. Tommy’s hands slide around Evan’s back, pulling him as close as possible. Evan mirrors him, and then there’s a second set of hands on his back as Ravi presses himself close, another pair of lips as Ravi kisses the back of his neck.
They linger there, hot skin and mouths, until Evan pushes himself away and starts to undo Tommy’s belt, his eagerness making his fingers clumsy. Ravi moves to help, and Tommy kicks away his pants when they’ve finally pulled them down. Evan’s on his knees again, mouthing at Tommy’s cock through his underwear, and Tommy had briefly regretted wearing an older grey pair, until now, when he could see the mess Evan was making of them, how they were wet and damp from his mouth and Tommy’s cock. Ravi is breathing heavily in his ear, his hands absent mindedly playing with Tommy’s tits and nipples as he watches Evan.
“Baby, please,” Tommy begs him. Evan pulls his underwear away, letting Tommy use his shoulders for balance as he steps out of them, waiting until both his feet are flat on the floor again before he takes Tommy’s cock in his mouth.
Evan sucks him as deep as he can, then pops off with an obscene noise, switching instead to kitten licks along his shaft and soft kisses to his tip, sucking his balls into his mouth and holding them there in the hot wet heat before abandoning them to the cold bedroom air.
Tommy’s sure the only reason he’s still upright is Ravi’s hold on him. Evan has a hand on his hip that’s pushing him back into Ravi. He can feel the younger man getting hard again, and Ravi starts rutting up against his back, the movement pushing him into Evan as he sucks Tommy’s cock down again. God, Tommy’s been seeing this every time he’s jerked off, Evan a mess below him, spit running down his chin and tears running down his cheeks, and fro the way Ravi clamps down on Tommy’s nipples, Tommy’s sure he’s been thinking about it too.
Evan moans around him, more for the vibrations than anything else, and Tommy gets a hand in his curls to keep him close. Evan looks up at him, absolute trust in his eyes, as he reaches a hand between his legs and presses a knuckle against his taint.
Tommy cries out and jerks forward, thrusting somehow farther into Evan’s mouth, come spilling down his throat.
Evan sucks him clean, going until Tommy is practically begging for mercy. He sits back with a grin and Tommy hauls him to his feet, stepping to the side so Evan and Ravi are facing each other. Ravi’s on him immediately, tongue chasing after the taste of Tommy.
It’s messy and uncoordinated and hot, the way they don’t quite know each other’s moves yet, hands searching for holds until Evan gets a hand under Ravi and has him on his back on the bed before he can blink.
“Look, he’s hard again,” Tommy says, loud enough for both of them to hear. He moves behind Evan and flicks opens the button and zipper of his pants, hand moving inside to give Evan’s cock a casual grope. “You’re still saying thank you, right? Shouldn’t Ravi get to come again before you do?”
“Ye-yeah,” Evan gasps out as Tommy squeezes him just a little too hard.
“Okay,” Tommy nods. “You’re going to jerk him off until he comes all over my chest, then you get to come on my chest. I want you to make Daddy nice and filthy okay, baby?”
Evan nods rapidly. Ravi’s watching them from the bed, eyes wide.
“And get naked,” Tommy says, squeezing Evan again just to watch him gasp as his eyes roll back, before joining Ravi on the bed and tapping his hip. “Come on,” he says, “you’re the young ones. Help me out here.”
Ravi climbs on top of him, hands spread out across Tommy’s tits to keep his balance. Tommy wraps his hands around Ravi’s wrists, holding him in place and feeling the steady beat of his heart. it jumps erratically as Evan slides in behind him, hands running all over Ravi’s torso. Tommy coaxes him down for a kiss, trapping Evan’s hands between them before he releases Ravi.
Evan licks his hand before he wraps it around Ravi's cock, and Tommy watches intensely, the way Evan’s hand wraps so nicely around his cock, how Evan takes his time, showing off for Tommy. He frames the head of Ravi's cock with his hand, swiping his thumb through the pre-come gathering at the tip and smearing it along the shaft as he strokes Ravi. Ravi’s grinding into it, his weight pushing Tommy down.
Tommy’s sure Evan must be leaking all over Ravi’s back, the way he’s thrusting into him. “Baby, remember you can’t come until Ravi does.”
Ravi takes one of his hands back so he can grab Evan’s hair and pull it. “Yeah Buck, you’re saying thank you, remember?”
Evan’s hand speeds up. “I know, I know,” he pants. “I got you.” He bites the meat of Ravi’s shoulder and that’s enough to have him coming all over Tommy, white ropes painting him from neck to navel.
Tommy guides Ravi off of him until he’s laying on the bed next to him. Evan moves up, eager to take Ravi’s place, his hand a mess of come and spit as he strokes himself quickly.
“Yeah, you did so good baby,” Tommy assured him, watching Evan preen under the praise. “You can come whenever you want.”
Evan lets out a half-sob as he jerks himself off, quickly adding to the mess on Tommy’s chest. Tommy catches him as he tilts forward, laying him down beside Tommy instead of letting him face plant into his chest.
Evan pants next to him as Ravi leaves over and runs a finger through the mess, popping it in his mouth and sucking it clean. “Sure you don’t want to come again?” he teases, looking at Tommy. “You’re not that old.”
“Two brats,” Tommy sighs.
Evan snuggles closer, licking at Tommy’s chest less with the goal of cleaning him off and more for the contact. Ravi scoops up more of the come and lets Evan lick his finger clean. Tommy smacks them both on the ass.
“Get me cleaned up and we can sleep,” he orders.
Ravi grabs his towel for a half assed wipe down and Evan pulls the sheets and covers over them, the two of them cuddling Tommy between them.
“Really, this is your idea of clean?” Tommy scoffs.
“‘S not my house,” Ravi says sleepily, already part way to dreaming. Tommy looks at Evan pleadingly and he huffs but gets out of bed, returning with a damp cloth to wipe down Tommy properly, peppering his now clean chest with kisses.
Evan drops the wet cloth on Ravi, startling him awake. He yelps and throws it onto the towel. “Seriously?”
Tommy grabs Evan before either of them can take it further, pulling him back onto the bed and turning so he can be the little spoon to Evan’s big spoon, pulling Ravi up against his front. Evan stretches an arm across them, linking his fingers with Tommy’s as they rest on Ravi’s back.
“Ravi can clean up tomorrow,” Evan grumbles into Tommy’s back.
“Yeah right,”Ravi says. “I don’t know where anything is.”
“You’re going to have to learn,” Evan says. “Tommy too, if you’re going to spend more time here.”
“So much time,” Tommy says, and feels Ravi nod against his chest. Evan kisses the back of his neck.
Tommy somehow finds himself alone in the waiting room with Ravi and Evan. Chim, Hen and Bobby are all being kept overnight to monitor their recovery, and Ravi and Evan still look shellshocked about the day’s events. Nearly getting blown up and sealed in a lab could do that to you, he guessed. Someone had brought Evan’s truck over to the hospital, and Tommy takes the keys from him when he sees the thousand yard stare Evan has.
“I’ll drive you home,” he says quietly when Evan startles and looks at him. “Ravi? You have anyone at home?” Ravi shakes his head.
“You can stay with me,” Evan says. “We shouldn’t be alone.”
Tommy guides them both out to the truck and makes sure they’re buckled in before he starts driving. He knows the way to Diaz’s house from here, and it isn’t long before they’re pulling up in front of the house.
Tommy unlocks the door with Evan’s keys and ushers them both in, makes them drink a glass of water. Ravi looks down at his uniform and wrinkles his nose.
“I should shower,” he says, voice still distant. Evan walks him down the hall, and Tommy goes to Evan’s room to find some clothes for Ravi. They’ll be a bit big, but he doesn’t think Ravi will want to put his uniform back on after he’s clean.
Evan finds him folding up the pile of clothes.
“Tommy.” He sounds exhausted. “I’m so tired of losing people. Please don’t make me lose you again.”
The fragile grip Tommy has on his sanity snaps. He has Evan in his arms before he can blink, trying to devour him. Their lips and tongues slide against each other and Tommy’s walking them backwards until Evan can sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling away just long enough to get both their shirts off, fingers digging into Evan’s back as he kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. Tommy’s straddling him, one of Evan’s hands down the back of his pants and one tangled in his hair, when they hear a cough from the doorway.
Tommy tumbles onto the bed, turning to see Ravi in the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his chest. His chest and cheeks are flushed. “Buck told me to come get some clothes when I was done,” he says awkwardly. “I could come back later?”
Tommy looks at Evan and knows exactly what the look in his eyes means. He can work with this.
“I already grabbed you some” Tommy pats the pile of clothes that’s next to them, encouraging Ravi to step closer.
“Okay,” Ravi says slowly, moving closer and reaching out for them.
Tommy grabs Ravi’s hand before he can pick up the clothes. “You can go to the guest room. Or… you can stay here with us,” he offers.
Ravi pauses and looks at Evan, who nods quickly. “Stay, Ravi.”
Tommy drops his hand from Ravi's wrist to pull his towel down, letting it fall to the floor and reveal Ravi's hard cock. “How long were you watching us, Ravi?” Tommy says lowly, pulling him closer. He gets a hand in Evan's hair and guides his head towards Ravi’s cock.
Evan waits for Ravi's muttered yeah before he dives in, sucking Ravi to the hilt immediately. Tommy smirks at the choked sound Ravi makes and holds Evan still for a second, letting Ravi really feel it. He pulls Evan back, using his grip to get a good rhythm going for them.
Ravi's panting above them and Tommy takes one of his slack hands, sucking his pointer and middle finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them.
“Ungh,” Ravi grunts.
“You want to come in his mouth?” Tommy asks when he's released Ravi's fingers to take a breath.
Evan makes a noise that sounds like he’s trying to say please, and Ravi nods. Tommy lets go of Evan, and stands up to kiss Ravi. He runs a hand up his abs, fondles his tit, while his other hand is around Ravi’s neck and his tongue is in his mouth.
Tommy can feel that Evan’s hands have moved to hold Ravi’s hips as he presses closer to Ravi’s side. He dimly notes that Ravi is the only one of them that’s naked.
When he feels Ravi’s breath stutter, Tommy pulls back so they can watch him come in Evan’s mouth.
Evan looks blissful, sucking on Ravi’s cock as he works him through his orgasm, pulling back just enough that Tommy can see a small amount of come spill from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin.
He barely waits until Evan’s finished licking the tip of Ravi’s cock to pull him up into a kiss, detouring to lick up the drip of come first, his tongue seeking out every taste of Ravi left in Evan’s mouth.
Evan moans into his mouth and lets him take charge, leading the kiss. It’s not as desperate, but just as fierce as the one Ravi had walked in on. Tommy’s hands slide around Evan’s back, pulling him as close as possible. Evan mirrors him, and then there’s a second set of hands on his back as Ravi presses himself close, another pair of lips as Ravi kisses the back of his neck.
They linger there, hot skin and mouths, until Evan pushes himself away and starts to undo Tommy’s belt, his eagerness making his fingers clumsy. Ravi moves to help, and Tommy kicks away his pants when they’ve finally pulled them down. Evan’s on his knees again, mouthing at Tommy’s cock through his underwear, and Tommy had briefly regretted wearing an older grey pair, until now, when he could see the mess Evan was making of them, how they were wet and damp from his mouth and Tommy’s cock. Ravi is breathing heavily in his ear, his hands absent mindedly playing with Tommy’s tits and nipples as he watches Evan.
“Baby, please,” Tommy begs him. Evan pulls his underwear away, letting Tommy use his shoulders for balance as he steps out of them, waiting until both his feet are flat on the floor again before he takes Tommy’s cock in his mouth.
Evan sucks him as deep as he can, then pops off with an obscene noise, switching instead to kitten licks along his shaft and soft kisses to his tip, sucking his balls into his mouth and holding them there in the hot wet heat before abandoning them to the cold bedroom air.
Tommy’s sure the only reason he’s still upright is Ravi’s hold on him. Evan has a hand on his hip that’s pushing him back into Ravi. He can feel the younger man getting hard again, and Ravi starts rutting up against his back, the movement pushing him into Evan as he sucks Tommy’s cock down again. God, Tommy’s been seeing this every time he’s jerked off, Evan a mess below him, spit running down his chin and tears running down his cheeks, and fro the way Ravi clamps down on Tommy’s nipples, Tommy’s sure he’s been thinking about it too.
Evan moans around him, more for the vibrations than anything else, and Tommy gets a hand in his curls to keep him close. Evan looks up at him, absolute trust in his eyes, as he reaches a hand between his legs and presses a knuckle against his taint.
Tommy cries out and jerks forward, thrusting somehow farther into Evan’s mouth, come spilling down his throat.
Evan sucks him clean, going until Tommy is practically begging for mercy. He sits back with a grin and Tommy hauls him to his feet, stepping to the side so Evan and Ravi are facing each other. Ravi’s on him immediately, tongue chasing after the taste of Tommy.
It’s messy and uncoordinated and hot, the way they don’t quite know each other’s moves yet, hands searching for holds until Evan gets a hand under Ravi and has him on his back on the bed before he can blink.
“Look, he’s hard again,” Tommy says, loud enough for both of them to hear. He moves behind Evan and flicks opens the button and zipper of his pants, hand moving inside to give Evan’s cock a casual grope. “You’re still saying thank you, right? Shouldn’t Ravi get to come again before you do?”
“Ye-yeah,” Evan gasps out as Tommy squeezes him just a little too hard.
“Okay,” Tommy nods. “You’re going to jerk him off until he comes all over my chest, then you get to come on my chest. I want you to make Daddy nice and filthy okay, baby?”
Evan nods rapidly. Ravi’s watching them from the bed, eyes wide.
“And get naked,” Tommy says, squeezing Evan again just to watch him gasp as his eyes roll back, before joining Ravi on the bed and tapping his hip. “Come on,” he says, “you’re the young ones. Help me out here.”
Ravi climbs on top of him, hands spread out across Tommy’s tits to keep his balance. Tommy wraps his hands around Ravi’s wrists, holding him in place and feeling the steady beat of his heart. it jumps erratically as Evan slides in behind him, hands running all over Ravi’s torso. Tommy coaxes him down for a kiss, trapping Evan’s hands between them before he releases Ravi.
Evan licks his hand before he wraps it around Ravi's cock, and Tommy watches intensely, the way Evan’s hand wraps so nicely around his cock, how Evan takes his time, showing off for Tommy. He frames the head of Ravi's cock with his hand, swiping his thumb through the pre-come gathering at the tip and smearing it along the shaft as he strokes Ravi. Ravi’s grinding into it, his weight pushing Tommy down.
Tommy’s sure Evan must be leaking all over Ravi’s back, the way he’s thrusting into him. “Baby, remember you can’t come until Ravi does.”
Ravi takes one of his hands back so he can grab Evan’s hair and pull it. “Yeah Buck, you’re saying thank you, remember?”
Evan’s hand speeds up. “I know, I know,” he pants. “I got you.” He bites the meat of Ravi’s shoulder and that’s enough to have him coming all over Tommy, white ropes painting him from neck to navel.
Tommy guides Ravi off of him until he’s laying on the bed next to him. Evan moves up, eager to take Ravi’s place, his hand a mess of come and spit as he strokes himself quickly.
“Yeah, you did so good baby,” Tommy assured him, watching Evan preen under the praise. “You can come whenever you want.”
Evan lets out a half-sob as he jerks himself off, quickly adding to the mess on Tommy’s chest. Tommy catches him as he tilts forward, laying him down beside Tommy instead of letting him face plant into his chest.
Evan pants next to him as Ravi leaves over and runs a finger through the mess, popping it in his mouth and sucking it clean. “Sure you don’t want to come again?” he teases, looking at Tommy. “You’re not that old.”
“Two brats,” Tommy sighs.
Evan snuggles closer, licking at Tommy’s chest less with the goal of cleaning him off and more for the contact. Ravi scoops up more of the come and lets Evan lick his finger clean. Tommy smacks them both on the ass.
“Get me cleaned up and we can sleep,” he orders.
Ravi grabs his towel for a half assed wipe down and Evan pulls the sheets and covers over them, the two of them cuddling Tommy between them.
“Really, this is your idea of clean?” Tommy scoffs.
“‘S not my house,” Ravi says sleepily, already part way to dreaming. Tommy looks at Evan pleadingly and he huffs but gets out of bed, returning with a damp cloth to wipe down Tommy properly, peppering his now clean chest with kisses.
Evan drops the wet cloth on Ravi, startling him awake. He yelps and throws it onto the towel. “Seriously?”
Tommy grabs Evan before either of them can take it further, pulling him back onto the bed and turning so he can be the little spoon to Evan’s big spoon, pulling Ravi up against his front. Evan stretches an arm across them, linking his fingers with Tommy’s as they rest on Ravi’s back.
“Ravi can clean up tomorrow,” Evan grumbles into Tommy’s back.
“Yeah right,”Ravi says. “I don’t know where anything is.”
“You’re going to have to learn,” Evan says. “Tommy too, if you’re going to spend more time here.”
“So much time,” Tommy says, and feels Ravi nod against his chest. Evan kisses the back of his neck.
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They don’t just fuck. Buck cooks dinners for them and Tommy tries to get them to appreciate baseball and Ravi takes them to little hole in the wall restaurants with the best food.
The thing is, it’s not just sex. It is, like, a fuck ton of sex. But it’s also puzzle nights, and Buck stocking Ravi’s favorite tea in his loft and Tommy’s house, it’s Tommy gently resting his hand on the back of Ravi’s neck and playing with his curls when they watch a movie. It’s Ravi picking up their favorite takeout after a bad shift and introducing them to new music.
They rarely spend time at Ravi’s place, because it’s barely convenient to the 118, and definitely not to Harbor. They’d been there a couple times, but Ravi had caught a few of his tenants checking out his (hot, built, firefighter) boyfriends and had started thinking about eviction. He’d shut down that line of thought quickly, but it was better for everyone if Buck and Tommy weren't at his place.
Tonight, Exhibit A. Ravi had come over to help Buck prep dinner, had been kicked out of the kitchen for being distracting, and had joined Tommy on the couch with a couple of beers and a baseball game. He was now distracting Tommy with his tongue down his throat and his hands in his hair, straddling Tommy’s lap and tilting his head back slightly to take advantage of the extra height this position gave him.
“Ahem,” Buck coughs from behind them.
Ravi pulls away slowly, dropping a peck to the corner of Tommy’s mouth before turning to look at Buck.
“Yes?” He asks, hands still woven into Tommy's hair.
“First of all, not the plan Ravi, second of all, dinner’s ready.” Buck raps his knuckles against the door frame and points at them. “Not reheatable. Table. now.”
“There’s a plan?” Tommy looks up at them dopeily.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Ravi presses another sweet, closed mouth kiss to Tommy’s lips. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go eat.”
He slides his hands out of Tommy's hair and helps him stand up, waiting until he’s left for the kitchen. Ravi crosses the room to stand in front of Buck, running his hands up and down his arms. “He was talking about baseball statistics,” Ravi says by way of an apology. “And you kicked me out of the kitchen.”
Buck sighs and relaxes. “You know he does that because he knows you like it.”
“I can’t help what I find sexy,” Ravi tells him. “I like your clipboard, don’t I?” He leans up the short distance to Buck’s lips and presses a quick kiss there.
“Don’t want dinner to get cold,” he says as he pulls away and follows Tommy into the kitchen.
“I hate you,” Buck sighs again as he follows him.
“You made a roast?” Tommy looks up at Buck when he enters the room.
“Course I did, it’s your favorite,” Buck gestures to the carving knife in front of his plate. “Go ahead.”
Tommy carves the roast carefully, making sure the slices are even, giving the three of them equal amounts. Buck heaps mashed potatoes on each plate, and Ravi makes sure the gravy gets passed around. There are green beans and a salad too, and by the time Tommy has finished getting everything, his plate is barely visible under all the food.
They’re eating at Tommy’s dining room table, which isn’t really needed for only the three of them, but it lets them crowd around the end in a way the circular table in the kitchen doesn’t.
Tommy leans over to press a kiss to Buck’s cheek. “Thank you for doing all of this.”
“You’re welcome,” Buck blushes a little, a pleased smile on his face.
Their legs wind together under the table while they eat, catching each other up on baseball (Tommy), his shift (Ravi), his newest substack (Buck). The conversation carries them through dinner and half a bottle of wine, and Ravi clears the dishes while Buck takes the wine and Tommy to the living room.
When Ravi returns, they have a movie pulled up. Tommy’s in the middle of the couch, Buck cuddled up under one arm, and Tommy holds up the other so Ravi can do the same.
“At some point I might need one of you to get my wine,” Tommy says jokingly.
“Oh, I should have gotten straws,” Buck said.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Tommy replies. “I can let go of one of you for a minute to hold the glass.”
Buck points a finger at Ravi, who nods. “I can do that.”
“My favorite dinner, my favorite wine, my movie pick…” Tommy realizes. “You know my birthday isn’t until next week.”
“I told you he’d notice,” Ravi hisses at Buck.
“Maybe if you hadn’t been making out with him,” Buck hisses back.
“We’re having a party next week,” Tommy is bemused. “You didn’t have to do anything else.”
“Yeah but other people will be here next week,” Buck pouts.
“We wanted to do something just for the three of us,” Ravi adds.
“Alright,” Tommy nods and presses play.
Ravi and Buck cuddle into him, relaxing as the movie plays. Buck interrupts them with several movie facts, which has Tommy grinning and pressing the pause button each time.
After the movie, Buck and Ravi drag Tommy to the bedroom. They get him naked and on the bed, then slowly strip each other, letting Tommy watch. Buck turns Ravi’s back to the bed as he kneels down to take off his socks, and when Ravi bends forwards to rest his hand on Buck’s shoulder, they hear Tommy’s inhale as he sees the plug Ravi’s been wearing all night. Buck and Ravi grin at each other.
When he straightens back up, Buck pulls Ravi into a messy kiss, palming at his ass to show the plug off to Tommy.
“You two are un-fucking-real,” Tommy says.
Buck pushes Ravi onto the bed between Tommy’s legs. Ravi grins up at him, then pushes Tommy’s legs up so he can eat him out. Tommy’s hips jerk once, then he relaxes into Ravi’s grip.
Buck watches them from the foot of the bed, loosely stroking his cock. Ravi has his ass up in the air to show it off, and Tommy is flushed from neck to navel already. Ravi’s getting sloppy with it, licking and slurping to make obscene noises fill the room. Buck grips the base of his cock, watching and listening until he starts to get antsy and crawls up on the bed behind Ravi. He runs his hands over the backs of Ravi’s thighs and up over his ass, bending over to kiss up his spine. He works his way back down, sitting up again.
Buck pulls Ravi away from Tommy’s hole by his hair, smirking as the other two whimper at the lose of contact. Buck pulls Ravi in for a messy kiss, hand still in his hair as he moves him where he wants him. He gets two fingers in Tommy’s ass, getting a wordless shout from Tommy as he works him open. Buck pulls Ravi’s hair back so he can get at his neck, leaving it spit shiny and working on a hickey in the crease where his neck meets his shoulder. There’s nothing he likes more than having both of them at his mercy, Ravi clutching his shoulders and Tommy clenching around his fingers, giving them what they want but in a way that just isn’t enough.
“Buck, Buck,” Ravi whines, voice pitching high as Buck bites down on the spot where he’s been trying to make a hickey. “Lemme-I wasn’t done.”
Buck holds him in place a moment longer before letting him go. “Get back in there then,” he says, smacking Ravi’s ass as he lays down on his stomach to get back to prepping Tommy.
Buck has to hold Tommy down with his free hand when his hips jerk up when Ravi’s tongue joins his fingers.
“So good,” Tommy is almost sobbing, feeling the way Buck is holding him open and Ravi’s dexterous tongue is laving feather light touches against his prostrate.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Buck decides, pulling Ravi back again.
Tommy squirms below them at the suddenly empty feeling. “Evan, Evan, please.”
“Not yet,” Buck says. He reaches across Tommy to get something off the bedside table - Tommy’s favorite remote control prostrate massager. He lubes it up and works it into Tommy, going slower that he needs to just to drive Tommy crazy.
Ravi meanwhile is taking out the plug and straddling Tommy’s chest.
Tommy almost misses Buck getting the massager all the way in, focused as he is on Ravi’s pink kiss bitten lips, until it ramps up to the second setting immediately. His body jerks, but Ravi’s body holds his down, and Buck settles in below his knees, pressing Tommy’s legs together and taking most of his leverage away.
“Just let us take care of you,” Ravi says, before he sits all the way down on Tommy’s cock. Tommy cries out at the sudden heat surrounding him, and Buck amps up the massager, rubbing gently at the sides of Tommy’s legs.
“Yeah,” Ravi mutters, head back as he starts to bounce up and down. “You feel so good.”
Tommy starts to reach for him, and Ravi reaches out to hold his wrists down against the mattress. “Ah ah,” he tuts.
Buck changes the setting to an inconsistent vibration that Tommy both loves and hates, especially when he can’t bear down on it when they have him trapped like this. He squirms as much as he can under the bodies of two other firefighters, head tossed back against the pillow.
Ravi leans forward to press a kiss to each of his cheekbones, grinding down against Tommy’s dick while he does.
Tommy feels like he should be a little embarrassed at how quickly they’ve reduced him to a whimpering mess, except that it was exactly what they’d planned to do.
Buck gets his hands on Ravi’s waist, pulling him further down on Tommy’s cock, then holding him in place so he can kiss Ravi. It’s more tongue than anything, mostly a show to drive Tommy nuts, and the way Buck can feel Tommy’s legs flexing underneath them tells him it’s working.
“Please, please,” Tommy begs again. Buck kisses Ravi once more, then gently pushes him down to meet Tommy. Ravi’s still holding his hands against the mattress, but Tommy can arch up to press their chests together and chase Ravi’s kiss, the way their tongues slide against each other, biting down on Ravi’s lips to add to the swollenness.
Buck’s still got his hands on Ravi’s hips, keeping their rhythm. He’s telling them how good they look, how well they’re doing, and Tommy swears he can feel himself getting harder.
Ravi finally lets his hands go, and Tommy reaches up to wrap his arms around Ravi’s back, holding him close as Ravi nuzzles into his neck, with closed mouth kisses and the barest hint of a beard rubbing against the sensitive skin there. One day, Tommy’s going to convince them to go on a long vacation and see what Ravi’s beard is really like.
Ravi pushes himself up, hands on Tommy's chest as he rides him, building up speed and clenching around him until Tommy is coming in him, Ravi not letting up as he jerks his own cock until he comes on Tommy’s chest, Tommy’s come leaking out of his ass the whole time.
As soon as he comes, Buck pushed Ravi forward and off Tommy’s cock so he can get at his ass, licking and sucking until he’s mostly clean, while Ravi writhes against Tommy’s chest as Tommy pants beneath him. Buck slides up the bed to kiss Ravi, pushing Tommy’s come into his mouth, and Tommy watches from below them as they share his spend, tongues shoved into each other’s mouths.
“Jesus fuck,” Tommy mutters, catching a drip of come on his thumb and pushing it into Ravi’s mouth. Someone’s tongue catches on it and licks it clean, and Ravi watches as Buck sucks Tommy’s thumb into his mouth and holds it there for a moment.
Ravi lets himself fall back onto the bed with Tommy, arm going around his waist and smearing Ravi’s come as he mouths at Tommy’s jaw.
“Happy birthday to me,” Tommy mutters, turning to kiss Ravi.
Buck lets his thumb go and shuffles down the bed again, pushing Tommy’s leg up for Ravi to hold. He turns the prostrate massager off and slowly pulls it out, grinning at Tommy’s muffled whimper when he realizes he’s empty. Buck grabs some lube and slicks himself up, gently easing his cock into Tommy, only stopping when he can’t move forward anymore.
He pushes Tommy’s other leg up, then pulls out and thrusts back in, more roughly than he had before. Tommy lets out a little oomph as he gets pushed up the bed and Ravi has to break the kiss as Tommy moves away from him.
Buck ducks in to kiss him. “Okay?” he asks, lips pressed against Tommy’s. Tommy nods, one hand clutching at Buck while the other grabs for Ravi.
Buck fucks into him frantically while Ravi holds him. Buck’s face is flushed and he’s babbling, tell Ravi and Tommy how good they looked together, how good Tommy tasted, how perfect he’s being for Buck.
Ravi bites down into Tommy’s pec, just hard enough to bruise, knowing his tank tops and uniform shirts will cover it, but Tommy will be able to see it when he gets changed Ravi and Buck will be able to see it at home.
Buck readjusts so he has a better grip on Tommy’s hips and stops him from moving quite so much, but doesn’t stop the little punched out moans falling from Tommy’s lips. Ravi reaches across Tommy to play with his other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until he can see it hardening again, pinching it as it peaks up.
Tommy arches up, almost pushing Ravi off his chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tommy moans, “Evan, please, please, I need you to come.”
“Yeah, I got you,” Buck promises, grinding against him, pushing in as deep as he can. “Fuck, Tommy, you feel so good.”
Ravi can see when Tommy clenches around Buck, and Buck groans and tips his chin down to his chest as he comes, letting Tommy’s hips go and getting a hand on his cock instead, trying to jerk him off again.
Tommy’s whining and trying to wriggle away, but between the two of them he’s pretty stuck. Ravi bites him again, a little harder this time, and watches in fascination as his cock twitches in Buck’s hand and a little bit of precome dribbles out.
“Come on, I know you can come again,” Buck coaxes. Tommy’s entire body clenches and then relaxes, and it only takes a few more strokes before he’s coming again, adding to the mess already on his chest.
Buck pulls out, and catches the leaking come in his palm, smearing it onto Tommy’s chest as well before Ravi grabs his hand and licks it clean.
“Fuck, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” Tommy half-complains. “I haven’t come that close together in years.”
“Challenge fucking accepted,” Buck mutters, grinning at Ravi as he sucks on his fingers to make sure he hasn’t missed anything.
Tommy’s head thumps back against the pillow and Buck and Ravi laugh.
“Mm, he’s lopsided,” Buck comments, thumbing over the bite mark Ravi left behind. He leans down to bite Tommy’s other pec, and Tommy’s hand moves to hold him in place.
Ravi grins at the both of them before he rolls out of bed to go start the shower, wanting to get it nice and warm for them, Tommy especially.
The mirror has just started to steam up when Tommy and Buck make their way in, Tommy now marked on both sides - Ravi’s happy to note his mark is darker.
The three of them get into the shower together, passing the body wash and shampoo around. Ravi loves Tommy’s shower, with it’s overhead spray that means no matter where he stands the warm water sluices down him. He’s suddenly pulled close to Tommy, as Tommy leans down to lick the water from his neck, hand over Ravi’s stomach as he presses up behind him.
“I just got clean,” Ravi says, but tilts his head anyways to give Tommy more access. Buck comes around to the front of them, his and Ravi’s soft cocks pressed together as he leans across Ravi to kiss Tommy, his hands roving over Tommy’s sides.
“It’s not my birthday,” Ravi reminds them.
Tommy chuckles. “It’s mine, and I get to do what I want.”
“Well as long as it’s what you want,” Ravi says.
Tommy works his way down Ravi’s back with kisses and scratches, sitting on the bench and pulling Ravi back so he can eat him out, Ravi’s hands on Buck’s shoulder to keep him from toppling over.
Ravi comes again with Tommy’s tongue in his ass and Buck’s hand on his cock, then gets pulled down into Tommy’s lap as Buck strokes himself until he comes all over Ravi’s chest.
Buck lathers his hands up with the body wash and scrubs Ravi clean again, and they exchange lazy kisses with Tommy until the water gets cold and they have to get out.
“Yeah, we definitely couldn’t do this with people over,” Tommy laughs as they fall back into bed, toweled off and mostly dry, a little bit of dampness between them as they try to get comfortable in the bed.
Tommy ends up squished between them, Ravi in front of him and Buck behind him, their legs a tangled mess under the sheets.
“Happy birthday,” Ravi says before he falls asleep, linking his fingers with Tommy’s.
“Happy birthday,” Buck echoes, kissing the back of Tommy’s neck.
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They don’t just fuck. Buck cooks dinners for them and Tommy tries to get them to appreciate baseball and Ravi takes them to little hole in the wall restaurants with the best food.
The thing is, it’s not just sex. It is, like, a fuck ton of sex. But it’s also puzzle nights, and Buck stocking Ravi’s favorite tea in his loft and Tommy’s house, it’s Tommy gently resting his hand on the back of Ravi’s neck and playing with his curls when they watch a movie. It’s Ravi picking up their favorite takeout after a bad shift and introducing them to new music.
They rarely spend time at Ravi’s place, because it’s barely convenient to the 118, and definitely not to Harbor. They’d been there a couple times, but Ravi had caught a few of his tenants checking out his (hot, built, firefighter) boyfriends and had started thinking about eviction. He’d shut down that line of thought quickly, but it was better for everyone if Buck and Tommy weren't at his place.
Tonight, Exhibit A. Ravi had come over to help Buck prep dinner, had been kicked out of the kitchen for being distracting, and had joined Tommy on the couch with a couple of beers and a baseball game. He was now distracting Tommy with his tongue down his throat and his hands in his hair, straddling Tommy’s lap and tilting his head back slightly to take advantage of the extra height this position gave him.
“Ahem,” Buck coughs from behind them.
Ravi pulls away slowly, dropping a peck to the corner of Tommy’s mouth before turning to look at Buck.
“Yes?” He asks, hands still woven into Tommy's hair.
“First of all, not the plan Ravi, second of all, dinner’s ready.” Buck raps his knuckles against the door frame and points at them. “Not reheatable. Table. now.”
“There’s a plan?” Tommy looks up at them dopeily.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Ravi presses another sweet, closed mouth kiss to Tommy’s lips. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go eat.”
He slides his hands out of Tommy's hair and helps him stand up, waiting until he’s left for the kitchen. Ravi crosses the room to stand in front of Buck, running his hands up and down his arms. “He was talking about baseball statistics,” Ravi says by way of an apology. “And you kicked me out of the kitchen.”
Buck sighs and relaxes. “You know he does that because he knows you like it.”
“I can’t help what I find sexy,” Ravi tells him. “I like your clipboard, don’t I?” He leans up the short distance to Buck’s lips and presses a quick kiss there.
“Don’t want dinner to get cold,” he says as he pulls away and follows Tommy into the kitchen.
“I hate you,” Buck sighs again as he follows him.
“You made a roast?” Tommy looks up at Buck when he enters the room.
“Course I did, it’s your favorite,” Buck gestures to the carving knife in front of his plate. “Go ahead.”
Tommy carves the roast carefully, making sure the slices are even, giving the three of them equal amounts. Buck heaps mashed potatoes on each plate, and Ravi makes sure the gravy gets passed around. There are green beans and a salad too, and by the time Tommy has finished getting everything, his plate is barely visible under all the food.
They’re eating at Tommy’s dining room table, which isn’t really needed for only the three of them, but it lets them crowd around the end in a way the circular table in the kitchen doesn’t.
Tommy leans over to press a kiss to Buck’s cheek. “Thank you for doing all of this.”
“You’re welcome,” Buck blushes a little, a pleased smile on his face.
Their legs wind together under the table while they eat, catching each other up on baseball (Tommy), his shift (Ravi), his newest substack (Buck). The conversation carries them through dinner and half a bottle of wine, and Ravi clears the dishes while Buck takes the wine and Tommy to the living room.
When Ravi returns, they have a movie pulled up. Tommy’s in the middle of the couch, Buck cuddled up under one arm, and Tommy holds up the other so Ravi can do the same.
“At some point I might need one of you to get my wine,” Tommy says jokingly.
“Oh, I should have gotten straws,” Buck said.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Tommy replies. “I can let go of one of you for a minute to hold the glass.”
Buck points a finger at Ravi, who nods. “I can do that.”
“My favorite dinner, my favorite wine, my movie pick…” Tommy realizes. “You know my birthday isn’t until next week.”
“I told you he’d notice,” Ravi hisses at Buck.
“Maybe if you hadn’t been making out with him,” Buck hisses back.
“We’re having a party next week,” Tommy is bemused. “You didn’t have to do anything else.”
“Yeah but other people will be here next week,” Buck pouts.
“We wanted to do something just for the three of us,” Ravi adds.
“Alright,” Tommy nods and presses play.
Ravi and Buck cuddle into him, relaxing as the movie plays. Buck interrupts them with several movie facts, which has Tommy grinning and pressing the pause button each time.
After the movie, Buck and Ravi drag Tommy to the bedroom. They get him naked and on the bed, then slowly strip each other, letting Tommy watch. Buck turns Ravi’s back to the bed as he kneels down to take off his socks, and when Ravi bends forwards to rest his hand on Buck’s shoulder, they hear Tommy’s inhale as he sees the plug Ravi’s been wearing all night. Buck and Ravi grin at each other.
When he straightens back up, Buck pulls Ravi into a messy kiss, palming at his ass to show the plug off to Tommy.
“You two are un-fucking-real,” Tommy says.
Buck pushes Ravi onto the bed between Tommy’s legs. Ravi grins up at him, then pushes Tommy’s legs up so he can eat him out. Tommy’s hips jerk once, then he relaxes into Ravi’s grip.
Buck watches them from the foot of the bed, loosely stroking his cock. Ravi has his ass up in the air to show it off, and Tommy is flushed from neck to navel already. Ravi’s getting sloppy with it, licking and slurping to make obscene noises fill the room. Buck grips the base of his cock, watching and listening until he starts to get antsy and crawls up on the bed behind Ravi. He runs his hands over the backs of Ravi’s thighs and up over his ass, bending over to kiss up his spine. He works his way back down, sitting up again.
Buck pulls Ravi away from Tommy’s hole by his hair, smirking as the other two whimper at the lose of contact. Buck pulls Ravi in for a messy kiss, hand still in his hair as he moves him where he wants him. He gets two fingers in Tommy’s ass, getting a wordless shout from Tommy as he works him open. Buck pulls Ravi’s hair back so he can get at his neck, leaving it spit shiny and working on a hickey in the crease where his neck meets his shoulder. There’s nothing he likes more than having both of them at his mercy, Ravi clutching his shoulders and Tommy clenching around his fingers, giving them what they want but in a way that just isn’t enough.
“Buck, Buck,” Ravi whines, voice pitching high as Buck bites down on the spot where he’s been trying to make a hickey. “Lemme-I wasn’t done.”
Buck holds him in place a moment longer before letting him go. “Get back in there then,” he says, smacking Ravi’s ass as he lays down on his stomach to get back to prepping Tommy.
Buck has to hold Tommy down with his free hand when his hips jerk up when Ravi’s tongue joins his fingers.
“So good,” Tommy is almost sobbing, feeling the way Buck is holding him open and Ravi’s dexterous tongue is laving feather light touches against his prostrate.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Buck decides, pulling Ravi back again.
Tommy squirms below them at the suddenly empty feeling. “Evan, Evan, please.”
“Not yet,” Buck says. He reaches across Tommy to get something off the bedside table - Tommy’s favorite remote control prostrate massager. He lubes it up and works it into Tommy, going slower that he needs to just to drive Tommy crazy.
Ravi meanwhile is taking out the plug and straddling Tommy’s chest.
Tommy almost misses Buck getting the massager all the way in, focused as he is on Ravi’s pink kiss bitten lips, until it ramps up to the second setting immediately. His body jerks, but Ravi’s body holds his down, and Buck settles in below his knees, pressing Tommy’s legs together and taking most of his leverage away.
“Just let us take care of you,” Ravi says, before he sits all the way down on Tommy’s cock. Tommy cries out at the sudden heat surrounding him, and Buck amps up the massager, rubbing gently at the sides of Tommy’s legs.
“Yeah,” Ravi mutters, head back as he starts to bounce up and down. “You feel so good.”
Tommy starts to reach for him, and Ravi reaches out to hold his wrists down against the mattress. “Ah ah,” he tuts.
Buck changes the setting to an inconsistent vibration that Tommy both loves and hates, especially when he can’t bear down on it when they have him trapped like this. He squirms as much as he can under the bodies of two other firefighters, head tossed back against the pillow.
Ravi leans forward to press a kiss to each of his cheekbones, grinding down against Tommy’s dick while he does.
Tommy feels like he should be a little embarrassed at how quickly they’ve reduced him to a whimpering mess, except that it was exactly what they’d planned to do.
Buck gets his hands on Ravi’s waist, pulling him further down on Tommy’s cock, then holding him in place so he can kiss Ravi. It’s more tongue than anything, mostly a show to drive Tommy nuts, and the way Buck can feel Tommy’s legs flexing underneath them tells him it’s working.
“Please, please,” Tommy begs again. Buck kisses Ravi once more, then gently pushes him down to meet Tommy. Ravi’s still holding his hands against the mattress, but Tommy can arch up to press their chests together and chase Ravi’s kiss, the way their tongues slide against each other, biting down on Ravi’s lips to add to the swollenness.
Buck’s still got his hands on Ravi’s hips, keeping their rhythm. He’s telling them how good they look, how well they’re doing, and Tommy swears he can feel himself getting harder.
Ravi finally lets his hands go, and Tommy reaches up to wrap his arms around Ravi’s back, holding him close as Ravi nuzzles into his neck, with closed mouth kisses and the barest hint of a beard rubbing against the sensitive skin there. One day, Tommy’s going to convince them to go on a long vacation and see what Ravi’s beard is really like.
Ravi pushes himself up, hands on Tommy's chest as he rides him, building up speed and clenching around him until Tommy is coming in him, Ravi not letting up as he jerks his own cock until he comes on Tommy’s chest, Tommy’s come leaking out of his ass the whole time.
As soon as he comes, Buck pushed Ravi forward and off Tommy’s cock so he can get at his ass, licking and sucking until he’s mostly clean, while Ravi writhes against Tommy’s chest as Tommy pants beneath him. Buck slides up the bed to kiss Ravi, pushing Tommy’s come into his mouth, and Tommy watches from below them as they share his spend, tongues shoved into each other’s mouths.
“Jesus fuck,” Tommy mutters, catching a drip of come on his thumb and pushing it into Ravi’s mouth. Someone’s tongue catches on it and licks it clean, and Ravi watches as Buck sucks Tommy’s thumb into his mouth and holds it there for a moment.
Ravi lets himself fall back onto the bed with Tommy, arm going around his waist and smearing Ravi’s come as he mouths at Tommy’s jaw.
“Happy birthday to me,” Tommy mutters, turning to kiss Ravi.
Buck lets his thumb go and shuffles down the bed again, pushing Tommy’s leg up for Ravi to hold. He turns the prostrate massager off and slowly pulls it out, grinning at Tommy’s muffled whimper when he realizes he’s empty. Buck grabs some lube and slicks himself up, gently easing his cock into Tommy, only stopping when he can’t move forward anymore.
He pushes Tommy’s other leg up, then pulls out and thrusts back in, more roughly than he had before. Tommy lets out a little oomph as he gets pushed up the bed and Ravi has to break the kiss as Tommy moves away from him.
Buck ducks in to kiss him. “Okay?” he asks, lips pressed against Tommy’s. Tommy nods, one hand clutching at Buck while the other grabs for Ravi.
Buck fucks into him frantically while Ravi holds him. Buck’s face is flushed and he’s babbling, tell Ravi and Tommy how good they looked together, how good Tommy tasted, how perfect he’s being for Buck.
Ravi bites down into Tommy’s pec, just hard enough to bruise, knowing his tank tops and uniform shirts will cover it, but Tommy will be able to see it when he gets changed Ravi and Buck will be able to see it at home.
Buck readjusts so he has a better grip on Tommy’s hips and stops him from moving quite so much, but doesn’t stop the little punched out moans falling from Tommy’s lips. Ravi reaches across Tommy to play with his other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until he can see it hardening again, pinching it as it peaks up.
Tommy arches up, almost pushing Ravi off his chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tommy moans, “Evan, please, please, I need you to come.”
“Yeah, I got you,” Buck promises, grinding against him, pushing in as deep as he can. “Fuck, Tommy, you feel so good.”
Ravi can see when Tommy clenches around Buck, and Buck groans and tips his chin down to his chest as he comes, letting Tommy’s hips go and getting a hand on his cock instead, trying to jerk him off again.
Tommy’s whining and trying to wriggle away, but between the two of them he’s pretty stuck. Ravi bites him again, a little harder this time, and watches in fascination as his cock twitches in Buck’s hand and a little bit of precome dribbles out.
“Come on, I know you can come again,” Buck coaxes. Tommy’s entire body clenches and then relaxes, and it only takes a few more strokes before he’s coming again, adding to the mess already on his chest.
Buck pulls out, and catches the leaking come in his palm, smearing it onto Tommy’s chest as well before Ravi grabs his hand and licks it clean.
“Fuck, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” Tommy half-complains. “I haven’t come that close together in years.”
“Challenge fucking accepted,” Buck mutters, grinning at Ravi as he sucks on his fingers to make sure he hasn’t missed anything.
Tommy’s head thumps back against the pillow and Buck and Ravi laugh.
“Mm, he’s lopsided,” Buck comments, thumbing over the bite mark Ravi left behind. He leans down to bite Tommy’s other pec, and Tommy’s hand moves to hold him in place.
Ravi grins at the both of them before he rolls out of bed to go start the shower, wanting to get it nice and warm for them, Tommy especially.
The mirror has just started to steam up when Tommy and Buck make their way in, Tommy now marked on both sides - Ravi’s happy to note his mark is darker.
The three of them get into the shower together, passing the body wash and shampoo around. Ravi loves Tommy’s shower, with it’s overhead spray that means no matter where he stands the warm water sluices down him. He’s suddenly pulled close to Tommy, as Tommy leans down to lick the water from his neck, hand over Ravi’s stomach as he presses up behind him.
“I just got clean,” Ravi says, but tilts his head anyways to give Tommy more access. Buck comes around to the front of them, his and Ravi’s soft cocks pressed together as he leans across Ravi to kiss Tommy, his hands roving over Tommy’s sides.
“It’s not my birthday,” Ravi reminds them.
Tommy chuckles. “It’s mine, and I get to do what I want.”
“Well as long as it’s what you want,” Ravi says.
Tommy works his way down Ravi’s back with kisses and scratches, sitting on the bench and pulling Ravi back so he can eat him out, Ravi’s hands on Buck’s shoulder to keep him from toppling over.
Ravi comes again with Tommy’s tongue in his ass and Buck’s hand on his cock, then gets pulled down into Tommy’s lap as Buck strokes himself until he comes all over Ravi’s chest.
Buck lathers his hands up with the body wash and scrubs Ravi clean again, and they exchange lazy kisses with Tommy until the water gets cold and they have to get out.
“Yeah, we definitely couldn’t do this with people over,” Tommy laughs as they fall back into bed, toweled off and mostly dry, a little bit of dampness between them as they try to get comfortable in the bed.
Tommy ends up squished between them, Ravi in front of him and Buck behind him, their legs a tangled mess under the sheets.
“Happy birthday,” Ravi says before he falls asleep, linking his fingers with Tommy’s.
“Happy birthday,” Buck echoes, kissing the back of Tommy’s neck.
cw: blowjob, anal sex, dom/sub, improvised gag, rough sex ; more fucking on the weight bench
“Did you come out of a fucking porno or what?”
Buck looks up at Tommy mischievously. “Or what,” he says.
Tommy crosses the garage to him, dropping to his knees between Buck’s legs. “God,” he breathes, running his hands up Buck’s bare legs to toy with the edge of his shorts.
“You know, I seem to remember you complaining about this,” Buck grins down at him.
“Not complaining,” Tommy says, pressing kisses along Buck’s inner thighs. “Just explaining why we can’t work out together.”
“Sure,” Buck draws the word out and laughs. Tommy nips at the sensitive skin of his legs until he’s pink and squirming.
Buck manages to get his legs around Tommy’s shoulders, hooking his ankles together to try and hold Tommy in place. “Stop biting me,” Buck laughs.
Tommy bites him again, keeping eye contact with Buck.
“Is that all you’re going to do down there?” Buck asks. “Cause I’ll just go inside if it is.”
“No,” Tommy says, reaching his hands around Buck’s legs so he get his cock out from under his gym shorts. “Oh, free balling huh? Someone thought they were getting lucky.”
“Sure did,” Buck nods jerkily as Tommy gets a hand on his cock, licking up the side of it while he stares at Buck.
He starts to move his legs but Tommy shakes his head. “Leave them there.”
Buck groans and pulls him closer with his legs, watching as Tommy has to lean forward over the weight bench, how his arms stretch and curve over Buck’s legs.
“You’re so hot,” Buck groans.
Tommy rewards him by deep throating him, skipping any more teasing.
“Fuck!” Buck’s hips jerk up, forcing his cock further down Tommy’s throat. Tommy doesn’t care, just leans further forward, letting Buck fuck his throat.
Drool is already pooling in Tommy’s mouth and dripping from the corners of his lips, getting Buck wet and messy, soaking into his gym shorts.
“Tommy,” Buck whines, writhing under him, trying to pull him back by his hair.
Tommy resists briefly before letting Buck slowly pull him off, an audible pop as he lets Buck’s cock fall from his mouth. “Yeah?”
“I’m not going to last long like that,” Buck warns him.
“Good,” Tommy says, swallowing him down again.
Buck groans and throws a hand over his face, hoping he can hold off his orgasm a little longer. Tommy looks obscene, held in place by Buck’s legs, stretched out along the weight bench, mouth stretched around Buck’s cock, little moans falling from his lips as he bobs up and down.
Tommy contorts a little to get a hand up under Buck’s shirt, squeezing and petting his tits, and drops his other hand to fondle Buck’s balls through his shorts.
“Tommy, seriously, fuck,” Buck moans. “I’m so close already holy shit.”
Tommy gives his chest a reassuring squeeze, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around the head of Buck’s cock. He squeezes Buck’s balls, tugging them gently, briefly pulling away from his cock to suck his balls through his shorts.
Buck digs his hand into Tommy’s hair as he moves back to his cock, bobbing a few times before burying his nose in Buck’s stomach.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buck curses, holding Tommy tight as he spills down his throat. Tommy swallows around him, staying there until Buck is shaking from over stimulation and pulling him off.
"That was fast,” Tommy says with a rough voice. “Now it's my turn.”
He strips Buck down to nothing but his socks, leaving him sitting on the weight bench.
“You know what to to do,” Tommy says. Buck obedientally raises his arms and flexes them, then his pecs and his abdominals, showing off as much as he can for Tommy.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” Buck asks. Tommy’s mouth is practically watering, Buck can tell.
“Yeah baby, just like that,” Tommy says, watching him flex and relax his muscles. He steps closer, taking Buck’s arm between his hands, running them over his forearms and his biceps, pulling his arm up to loop it around Tommy’s neck. “Look at you,” Tommy barely breathes the words, his fingers ghosting across Buck’s chest as he turns to nuzzle into Buck's arm. He kisses his way down Buck’s arm, wet and open mouthed, until he gets to his pit, running his tongue through the hair and into each little divot, lapping up every drop of sweat.
Buck shivers.
Tommy lets his arm go and comes back to the front of the weight bench, straddling Buck’s hips as he sits down. “Now I get to take my time with you,” Tommy grins, feeling the eager way Buck’s already moving under him. “And I really want to take my time today.”
“Tommy,” Buck whines. Tommy gives him a sharp look. “Daddy. Please.”
“Baby, you already got what you wanted, now it’s Daddy’s turn,” Tommy reminds him.
“But,” Buck squirms. He knows Tommy had felt how open he was when he undressed him.
“Do you need help staying quiet?” Tommy asks. Buck shakes his head. “Good.”
Tommy sets about mapping Buck’s body with his mouth. He licks over muscles, bites skin, sucks until Buck can feel the bruises blooming under his skin, knowing how violently they’ll show in a few hours. He tries to move his hands and Tommy grabs them and pins them above his head. Tommy’s hips are rolling against his and he’s getting hard again and he feels dizzy and light headed and like Tommy is the only thing holding him down.
Tommy blankets him, pressing him into the weight bench while he works a hickey into his pec. Buck tries to keep quiet but he can’t help the little noises that escape.
Tommy pulls away, standing up to undress, watching Buck the whole time. Buck’s eyes widen as Tommy takes his shorts off to reveal the jockstrap underneath.
“T-Daddy,” he moans, forgetting he’s supposed to be quiet. “A jock? That’s so fucking hot.”
“What did I say about being quiet?”
“So-sorry, sorry, sorry Daddy,” Buck babbles as Tommy takes the jockstrap off. He can’t take his eyes off Tommy, leaning closer, and he’s ready he’s so ready he’s—
Tommy shoves the jock in his mouth. Buck gasps in surprise and almost chokes on the fabric.
“There you go,” Tommy pets his cheek, the gesture almost mean. “Now you can stay quiet, like a good boy.”
Buck can feel the spit gathering in his mouth and soaking into the fabric, his eyes wet as he looks up at Tommy.
“Don’t let the neighbors hear you,” Tommy warns, before yanking Buck’s hips towards him, tilting them up so he an lean down and spit into Buck’s open hole. Buck shoves an arm over his face to muffle any sounds that might escape through the jockstrap, whimpering as he feels the hot saliva hit.
Tommy fucks into him, hard and fast, hands on Buck’s hips gripping tight enough to bruise. Buck’s cock bounces against his stomach as Tommy moves his body, his hand holding on to the bench so he doesn’t fly off it, unable to even touch himself.
It’s rough and fast, and Buck was already close again before Tommy started fucking him, and he’s coming before Tommy, tears and spit mixing on his cheeks as Tommy doesn’t stop, just keeps using Buck until he’s coming too, and his body bows over Buck’s, forehead resting on Buck’s chest as he thrusts weakly into him.
When he’s gathered his breath, he straightens up and pulls Buck’s arms away from his face, wiping the mess from his cheeks and gently pulling the jockstrap from his mouth, fingers massaging his jaw muscles.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks gently.
Buck nods, careful not to dislodge Tommy’s fingers. “Tha’ was s’ good,” he slurs.
“Good,” Tommy grins and kisses him. “Let’s shower, you’re a mess.”
Buck looks down at his come covered chest, the bruises and spit littered across it. “Who’s fault is that?”
“Come on,” Tommy pulled him up easily. “Let’s go.”
cw: blowjob, anal sex, dom/sub, improvised gag, rough sex ; more fucking on the weight bench
“Did you come out of a fucking porno or what?”
Buck looks up at Tommy mischievously. “Or what,” he says.
Tommy crosses the garage to him, dropping to his knees between Buck’s legs. “God,” he breathes, running his hands up Buck’s bare legs to toy with the edge of his shorts.
“You know, I seem to remember you complaining about this,” Buck grins down at him.
“Not complaining,” Tommy says, pressing kisses along Buck’s inner thighs. “Just explaining why we can’t work out together.”
“Sure,” Buck draws the word out and laughs. Tommy nips at the sensitive skin of his legs until he’s pink and squirming.
Buck manages to get his legs around Tommy’s shoulders, hooking his ankles together to try and hold Tommy in place. “Stop biting me,” Buck laughs.
Tommy bites him again, keeping eye contact with Buck.
“Is that all you’re going to do down there?” Buck asks. “Cause I’ll just go inside if it is.”
“No,” Tommy says, reaching his hands around Buck’s legs so he get his cock out from under his gym shorts. “Oh, free balling huh? Someone thought they were getting lucky.”
“Sure did,” Buck nods jerkily as Tommy gets a hand on his cock, licking up the side of it while he stares at Buck.
He starts to move his legs but Tommy shakes his head. “Leave them there.”
Buck groans and pulls him closer with his legs, watching as Tommy has to lean forward over the weight bench, how his arms stretch and curve over Buck’s legs.
“You’re so hot,” Buck groans.
Tommy rewards him by deep throating him, skipping any more teasing.
“Fuck!” Buck’s hips jerk up, forcing his cock further down Tommy’s throat. Tommy doesn’t care, just leans further forward, letting Buck fuck his throat.
Drool is already pooling in Tommy’s mouth and dripping from the corners of his lips, getting Buck wet and messy, soaking into his gym shorts.
“Tommy,” Buck whines, writhing under him, trying to pull him back by his hair.
Tommy resists briefly before letting Buck slowly pull him off, an audible pop as he lets Buck’s cock fall from his mouth. “Yeah?”
“I’m not going to last long like that,” Buck warns him.
“Good,” Tommy says, swallowing him down again.
Buck groans and throws a hand over his face, hoping he can hold off his orgasm a little longer. Tommy looks obscene, held in place by Buck’s legs, stretched out along the weight bench, mouth stretched around Buck’s cock, little moans falling from his lips as he bobs up and down.
Tommy contorts a little to get a hand up under Buck’s shirt, squeezing and petting his tits, and drops his other hand to fondle Buck’s balls through his shorts.
“Tommy, seriously, fuck,” Buck moans. “I’m so close already holy shit.”
Tommy gives his chest a reassuring squeeze, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around the head of Buck’s cock. He squeezes Buck’s balls, tugging them gently, briefly pulling away from his cock to suck his balls through his shorts.
Buck digs his hand into Tommy’s hair as he moves back to his cock, bobbing a few times before burying his nose in Buck’s stomach.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buck curses, holding Tommy tight as he spills down his throat. Tommy swallows around him, staying there until Buck is shaking from over stimulation and pulling him off.
"That was fast,” Tommy says with a rough voice. “Now it's my turn.”
He strips Buck down to nothing but his socks, leaving him sitting on the weight bench.
“You know what to to do,” Tommy says. Buck obedientally raises his arms and flexes them, then his pecs and his abdominals, showing off as much as he can for Tommy.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” Buck asks. Tommy’s mouth is practically watering, Buck can tell.
“Yeah baby, just like that,” Tommy says, watching him flex and relax his muscles. He steps closer, taking Buck’s arm between his hands, running them over his forearms and his biceps, pulling his arm up to loop it around Tommy’s neck. “Look at you,” Tommy barely breathes the words, his fingers ghosting across Buck’s chest as he turns to nuzzle into Buck's arm. He kisses his way down Buck’s arm, wet and open mouthed, until he gets to his pit, running his tongue through the hair and into each little divot, lapping up every drop of sweat.
Buck shivers.
Tommy lets his arm go and comes back to the front of the weight bench, straddling Buck’s hips as he sits down. “Now I get to take my time with you,” Tommy grins, feeling the eager way Buck’s already moving under him. “And I really want to take my time today.”
“Tommy,” Buck whines. Tommy gives him a sharp look. “Daddy. Please.”
“Baby, you already got what you wanted, now it’s Daddy’s turn,” Tommy reminds him.
“But,” Buck squirms. He knows Tommy had felt how open he was when he undressed him.
“Do you need help staying quiet?” Tommy asks. Buck shakes his head. “Good.”
Tommy sets about mapping Buck’s body with his mouth. He licks over muscles, bites skin, sucks until Buck can feel the bruises blooming under his skin, knowing how violently they’ll show in a few hours. He tries to move his hands and Tommy grabs them and pins them above his head. Tommy’s hips are rolling against his and he’s getting hard again and he feels dizzy and light headed and like Tommy is the only thing holding him down.
Tommy blankets him, pressing him into the weight bench while he works a hickey into his pec. Buck tries to keep quiet but he can’t help the little noises that escape.
Tommy pulls away, standing up to undress, watching Buck the whole time. Buck’s eyes widen as Tommy takes his shorts off to reveal the jockstrap underneath.
“T-Daddy,” he moans, forgetting he’s supposed to be quiet. “A jock? That’s so fucking hot.”
“What did I say about being quiet?”
“So-sorry, sorry, sorry Daddy,” Buck babbles as Tommy takes the jockstrap off. He can’t take his eyes off Tommy, leaning closer, and he’s ready he’s so ready he’s—
Tommy shoves the jock in his mouth. Buck gasps in surprise and almost chokes on the fabric.
“There you go,” Tommy pets his cheek, the gesture almost mean. “Now you can stay quiet, like a good boy.”
Buck can feel the spit gathering in his mouth and soaking into the fabric, his eyes wet as he looks up at Tommy.
“Don’t let the neighbors hear you,” Tommy warns, before yanking Buck’s hips towards him, tilting them up so he an lean down and spit into Buck’s open hole. Buck shoves an arm over his face to muffle any sounds that might escape through the jockstrap, whimpering as he feels the hot saliva hit.
Tommy fucks into him, hard and fast, hands on Buck’s hips gripping tight enough to bruise. Buck’s cock bounces against his stomach as Tommy moves his body, his hand holding on to the bench so he doesn’t fly off it, unable to even touch himself.
It’s rough and fast, and Buck was already close again before Tommy started fucking him, and he’s coming before Tommy, tears and spit mixing on his cheeks as Tommy doesn’t stop, just keeps using Buck until he’s coming too, and his body bows over Buck’s, forehead resting on Buck’s chest as he thrusts weakly into him.
When he’s gathered his breath, he straightens up and pulls Buck’s arms away from his face, wiping the mess from his cheeks and gently pulling the jockstrap from his mouth, fingers massaging his jaw muscles.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks gently.
Buck nods, careful not to dislodge Tommy’s fingers. “Tha’ was s’ good,” he slurs.
“Good,” Tommy grins and kisses him. “Let’s shower, you’re a mess.”
Buck looks down at his come covered chest, the bruises and spit littered across it. “Who’s fault is that?”
“Come on,” Tommy pulled him up easily. “Let’s go.”
make it sexy for bucktommy march, day 4, phone sex/foreplay, 1.9k, rating E
“How was your flight? Did you find your present?” Evan asks eagerly as soon as Tommy picks up the phone.
“The flight was good, I’m just opening the present now,” Tommy says, phone on speaker so he can open the little box.
“Okay.” Evan waits for him to finish opening it.
“A plug?” Tommy looks at it curiously.
“It’s app controlled,” Evan tells him excitedly. “I already put it on your phone, when you turn it on it’ll sync with mine.”
“And you can control it from there?” Tommy rubs it curiously. It’s a little smaller than what they usually use, but it has a nice weight to it.
“Yup. Go shower, get yourself ready, and call me back,” Evan orders him. “I’ll send you a screenshot of where I hid the app.”
“Okay, I won’t be long,” Tommy promises, excited at the idea of getting to use this with Evan.
“Nuh uh, don’t rush.” He can picture Evan shaking his head. “Set a timer for 30 minutes, don’t get out before then. Don’t come either.”
“Okay.” The flood of arousal is intense, and Tommy has a feeling that last instruction is going to be difficult.
“There’s a ring in there too if you need it,” Evan tells him. Thank god this man knows him so well. He fishes in the box to pull it out from under the tissue paper, laughing slightly as he realized it’s the same color as the nail polish he’s been wearing on his toes recently.
“Can I put it on now?” Tommy asks.
There's a short pause, and Tommy waits for instructions. “Good, asking before you do anything. Yes, you can put it on now.”
“I’ll call you back after my shower,” Tommy says, already unbuttoning his pants.
“Talk to you soon.” Evan hangs up.
Tommy strips completely, happy to be out of his travel clothes. He starts the shower up before he hops in, wanting the water to get nice and hot, and sets an alarm on his phone for 30 minutes like Evan told him to. He waits until right before he gets in the shower to put the cock ring on, sighing with the little bit of relief it gives him.
He thinks about Evan while he showers, making sure he takes the time to properly get the airplane feel off of him. Evan says it’s not real but he knows it makes Tommy feel bettter to shower after he flies, so he lets himself luxuriate a little bit under the hot water and decent water pressure. Not as good as at home, but not bad.
When he feels freshly scrubbed, he goes to reach for the lube only to realize he left it in his suitcase. He thinks Evan wouldn’t count that as leaving the shower early, but he’ll tell him anyway just in case. His skin tingles a little bit as he wonders what kind of long distance punishments Evan would have for him if he did count it.
A quick dash to the bedroom and he’s back, his timer saying he has a little over 10 minutes left until it goes. Evan said not to get out before the time, but also not to rush. If he’s there a few minutes longer it should be okay. He doesn’t want to put off calling Evan though, so he gets to work quickly, slicking up his fingers. Evan had fucked him early that morning before he had to get to the airport, so he’s not too worried about the prep- Evan probably planned that, Tommy thinks, because usually if Tommy has to go away for training Evan wants to be fucked before he leaves. Not that Tommy has any complaints about however they fuck.
He works a second finger in quickly, using his other hand to play with his nipples while he stretches himself until it feels comfortable. The alarm hasn’t gone yet, so he adds more lube and a third finger, letting himself feel that slow syrupy feeling build in his gut. His alarm goes, and he washes his hands and gets out of the shower, wrapping himself in a towel and hastily rubbing another over his hair.
He goes to the bedroom and grabs his phone cord, plugging it in before laying himself out on the bed, the new plug from Evan in easy reach on the bed with the lube next to it. He reads the text Evan sent and pulls up the app before pressing the call button on Evan’s contact.
“How was your shower?” Evan asks as soon as he picks up.
“Good,” Tommy says, then pauses.
“But?” Evan picks up on it immediately.
“I had to get out before the timer. I forgot the lube.”
“It’s good that you told me,” Evan says. “That’s okay.”
“Okay,” Tommy relaxes into the bed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Connect the plug to the app,” Evan instructs. “Then click on my name next to it, and it’ll connect me.”
Tommy does as he’s told. “Did that work?”
“Let’s test it out,” Evan says. “Are you holding it?”
Tommy picks it up. “Yes.” He watches as it starts to vibrate across his palm. “Definitely working.”
“Good,” Evan says. “Put the phone on speaker, you’re going to need two hands.”
Tommy props the phone up on the side table, making sure he can’t accidentally knock it off. “Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” Evan says. He sounds a little farther away, but it feels like Evan is watching him, which gives Tommy a thrill. “You ready?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“First I want you to use your new present,” Evan’s voice shifts low and sultry. “Make sure you go nice and slow.”
“Teasing me from the other side of the country?” Tommy huffs, lubing up the plug before pushing it in just enough to stretch himself, twisting it a little as he finds the best angle for it. He goes it a few more times, and has it about halfway in when it suddenly vibrates, a quick, short movement before it falls silent again. “Evan,” Tommy groans.
Evan laughs softly from the other side of the phone. “Let me know when it's all the way in baby.”
“I won’t get there if you keeping doing that,” Tommy says through gritted teeth.
“You wouldn’t ruin your present, would you?” Evan tuts. “Did you use your ring?”
“Yeah,” Tommy says, “I like the color.”
“It made me think of you,” Evan hums. “Tell me what you look like right now.”
“Um, I’m on the bed, on my back,” Tommy says. He braces his feet against the bed as he works the plug in. “My feet are flat on the bed, and the plug is almost in.”
“Are you flushed?” Evan asks. Evan loves when he gets all red, kisses the skin greedily until it gets redder.
“Uh huh,” Tommy says, biting back his moan as he finds the perfect spot for the plug, where it sits right up against his prostrate and the vibrations will drive him crazy.
“Oh, what was that?” Evan sounds intrigued. “What did you do?”
“Found, uhn, the perfect spot,” Tommy says, wiping his hand on the towels he’s brought out from the bathroom.
“Yeah? Let’s test it,” Tommy doesn’t have time to register what Evan’s said before the vibration starts again, a stacatto his prostrate, and he watches in fascination as his cock jumps, hard and leaking even with the cock ring around the base.
He bites off a moan and Evan tuts at him. “Tommy, I can’t see you, you’re going to have to talk to me.”
“Right,” Tommy says, “to-too much.”
The vibrations slow, but keep going, bringing back that soft syrupy feeling from the shower. “How’s that?” Evan asks
“So much better,” Tommy sinks back into the bed.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“No.”
There's that tut again. “I have to do everything, don’t I?”
“No,” Tommy denies it.
“Touch yourself,” Evan orders, voice hard. “Like I would. Soft, teasing. Pay attention to your nipples. Play with the hair on your stomach.”
Tommy does, telling Evan where his hands are, when he pinches and flicks his nipples, lets him hear the gasps when he tugs on his chest hair like Evan would if he were there.
Evan ramps up the vibration, switching it from a steady pace to a randomized vibration, punctuating Tommy’s narration with gasps and moans.
“Yeah, yeah, just like that,” Tommy grunts, hips jerking as he looks for friction that isn’t there. “God, Evan, fuck, it’s not enough.”
“Touch yourself,” Evan urges. “Stroke your cock Tommy. Oh god, I wish it was there, I bet it’s so red, I bet you’re leaking all over your hand. Fuck, I wish I could get my mouth on you right now.”
“Shit,” Tommy moans, hand tight around his cock as he fucks up into it, his other hand still playing with his nipples. “Evan, oh, you’d look so good with your pretty lips around my cock right now, yeah, on your knees and choking on it, you love that don’t you?”
“Tommy,” Evan groans, and now Tommy can hear the slick slide of Evan’s hand on his own cock through the phone. “I'm doing that as soon as you get home, okay, and you’re going to come all over my face, yeah, show you I’m all yours.”
Tommy can picture it perfectly, Evan’s face flushed and teary as he paints it with his come, as he pulls Evan to his feet and wipes his face clean, feeding him the come from his fingers. “Yeah baby, yeah, as soon as I get home,” Tommy promises. “Against the wall, I won’t make it to the bedroom.”
Evan’s groan is long and low and breaks off into a pant, and Tommy can picture perfectly how his chest must be covered in come, the way his face would flush to match his birth mark, the way he wouldn’t quite be able to close his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
“Was that good for you too, baby?” Tommy says with a smirk. “Only, you kind of left me hanging over here.”
Evan huffs and does something to the settings that makes it feel like Evan’s actually there and fucking into him, instead of a plastic plug vibrating in his ass.
“Fuck,” Tommy curses, fighting to get the cock ring off. “Where the hell did you find this?”
“Oh, I did extensive research,” Evan sounds so smug. “And tested it myself to make sure it was good enough for you.”
Tommy flings the ring somewhere, promising himself that he’ll find it when he cleans himself up, stroking frantically at his cock as he tries to fuck himself down against the plug, missing the warmth and weight of another body already, of Evan’s body, pinning him to the bed while he fucks his brains out, even though he’d done just that not 8 hours earlier.
“Evan, fuck, fuck,” Tommy cries out, his orgasm bordering on painful as he comes all over his chest, some of it hitting the towels he’d left laid out under himself, come still dribbling out of his cock as he finally takes his hand off of it, sensitive as it is after his orgasm. It twitches weakly against his stomach and he lets out a laugh. “You are trying to kill me.”
“Nah, your pay check is better than your life insurance,” Evan says. “Plus, I kinda like you.”
Tommy cleans a hand off to snap a picture for Evan, knowing there will be one waiting for him too, because despite what Evan says, everything he does is a specific sweet torture for Tommy that will drive him straight to his grave.
make it sexy for bucktommy march, day 15, uniform, ~1000 words, rating E
Tommy gets in the front door and Evan immediately has him pressed up against it, tongue down his throat, hands grabbing at his ass.
Tommy never minds an opportunity for Evan to jump him, but he’s not really sure what’s gotten into Evan this time. He returns the kiss as good as he gets, one hand in Evan’s hair and the other gripping his waist, pulling them close enough that even when Evan does break the kiss, they’re still sharing each other’s air.
“What got into you?” Tommy asks, thumb rubbing against Evan’s hip.
“You,” Evan sighs, hands still on Tommy’s ass. “And that fucking uniform.”
“You’ve seen my dress blues before,” Tommy points out.
Evan nods. “And I want to devour you every time.”
“Devour me? Have you been reading my bodice rippers again?”
“Are they still bodice rippers if they’re all gay couples?” Evan asks, momentarily derailed. “Never mind, I’ll look that up later.”
Tommy laughs.
Evan drags him away from the door, hindered by the fact that he still won’t take his hands off Tommy’s ass.
“We’re going to fall,” Tommy warns him.
Evan swears under his breath and stops, using his grip to hoist Tommy up. Tommy wraps his legs around Evan’s waist, moving his hands to his shoulders.
“Better, but still risky,” Tommy jokes.
“What, don’t think a big strong firefighter like me can carry you?” Evan leers at him as he makes his way to their bedroom.
“As long as you don’t get distracted.”
Evan tosses him on the bed, Tommy going easily, kicking his shoes off. Evan stares hungrily down at him.
“Want me to get undressed?” Tommy asks, moving his hands to the buttons of his jacket.
“Absolutely not,” Evan growls.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
Evan shakes his head. “No, I’m going to undress you.”
Tommy grins up at him. “Okay.”
Evan climbs up onto the bed with him, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him again. His fingers dance across Tommy’s chest as he works the buttons open while they kiss, his hips grinding down against Tommy’s.
“God, I love when you get so worked up,” Tommy gasps against his mouth.
Evan ignores him as he undoes the buttons on Tommy’s shirt, pushing it to the sides so he can lickbitekiss his chest, working his way down to Tommy’s waistband, undoing the button and zipper to get his mouth on Tommy’s cock through his boxers. Tommy groans, pushing up against Evan’s mouth. Evan scrapes his teeth gently over the fabric as he pulls back, rolling off the bed to get his own pants and boxers off before climbing back onto Tommy.
“Eager,” Tommy comments, hands palming Evan’s bare ass , feeling the way he’s already opened himself up. He slips a finger inside, and Evan groans above him, writhing as Tommy strokes the inside of him.
“More,” Evan begs. Tommy obliges, pulling his finger out and replacing it with two, almost petting him, fingers skimming over his prostrate without fully making contact. Evan rolls his hips down, trying to take Tommy’s fingers deeper, rubbing his hands over Tommy’s chest, his fingers catching on Tommy’s chest hair.
“Is this what you wanted?” Tommy asks.
Evan shakes his head. “No Tommy, wanna r-ride you,” he keens as Tommy presses up against his prostrate.
“You are riding me,” Tommy smirks.
Evan hauls himself upwards, Tommy’s fingers slipping out of him as Evan rearranges himself, pulling Tommy’s cock out of his boxers. Tommy’s still half dressed, clothing moved just enough to bare his chest and cock, and Evan happily sinks down on Tommy’s cock. Tommy holds his hips as he starts gently moving, building up steam. Tommy watches the way Evan’s cock bounces, heavy and red, leaking over Tommy’s bared torso. He moves a hand to wipe at his stomach, licking the precome off his fingers as Evan watches him through heavy eyelids.
He makes a show of it, swirling his tongue around his fingers, feeling the way that Evan clenches around him as he groans. Tommy lets Evan fuck himself the way he wants, moving his hands to hold his hips again, thrusting up as he finds Evan’s rhythm.
Evan’s hands grip at the open collar of Tommy’s dress blues, crumpling the fabric in his fists, pulling himself down to kiss Tommy. Tommy loves when Evan kisses him like this, hot and wet and like he needs Tommy to breathe, like he might die if he can’t get his mouth on him. Tommy feels the same, and he loses himself in the sensation of Evan’s lips and tongue against his.
Evan nips at his lower lip and Tommy bites his upper lip hard in retaliation, pulling Evan’s hips down hard as he thrusts up against him.
“Yeah,” Tommy more feels that hears Evan say. Tommy loses himself to the sensations, feeling Evan’s body against him, around him, holding him as close as he can.
The franticness of earlier recedes as they move together, knowing they’ll both get what they want, they don’t have to rush, they have the time.
Tommy comes first, Evan urging him on. He clenches down, keeps Tommy inside him as he sits up, fisting his cock until he comes, painting Tommy with his spend, watching in awe as drops of it land on the dark blue of his uniform.
Tommy closes his eyes as the realization hits him. “I cannot take this to the dry cleaners.”
“They’ve seen worse,” Evan scoffs. “I’ll take it.” Evan shifts forward, letting Tommy’s softening cock slip out of him, as some of Tommy’s come trickles down his leg. He grins at Tommy as he grinds down against his leg, getting the mess all over Tommy’s pants.
“You’re a little shit,” Tommy tells him.
“I’ll order you a new uniform if it bothers you that much.”
“We can keep this one for fun,” Tommy says, grabbing Evan and rolling them over so he can press Evan down into the mattress, smearing Evan’s come between them.
Make it sexy march, day 19, lingerie, approx 700 words, rated E
Buck watches as Tommy’s eyes darken, sweeping over him. He tries not to fidget. “So, um, do you like it?”
"Yeah,” Tommy breathes, patting the bed. Buck crosses the room to sit next to him, and Tommy pulls him over to sit between his legs, Buck’s back to his chest. “You looks so good, baby.”
"Yeah?” Buck tilts his head back, looking up at Tommy from under his lashes.
Tommy nods, his fingers tracing over the lace and mesh covering Buck's chest. “How long have you been planning this?”
"Uh,” Buck squirms. “Not that long.”
Tommy scrapes his teeth over the shell of Buck’s ear. “I’m glad you did.”
"Do you, um, just like the top?”
Tommy’s fingers go lower, brushing the satin and lace covering Buck’s cock. “I like all of it.”
"How much?”
"A lot.” Tommy stops his fingers for a moment. “Can I get it messy?”
"Please,” Buck uses his breathiest voice. Tommy laughs, a low deep sound, sliding his hands back up to play with Buck’s nipples through the thin fabric.
"Can I buy you more?”
Buck nods, feeling lightheaded. “Yeah, anything you want.”
"What about some cheap ones so I can rip them off you?” Tommy asks just before he bites down on Buck’s shoulder, making him jerk in Tommy’s hold. “That feels like a yes.”
"Shit, Tommy, of course,” Buck groans as one of Tommy’s hands moves to cup his cock, but he doesn’t do anything more that than. “Tommy, fuck.”
Tommy palms him gently, just enough so that Buck can feel the pressure. Buck’s cock kicks beneath his hand and he can already feel his precome soaking through the delicate fabric that covers him.
"Yeah, look at that,” Tommy says, pleased, as he presses down and lets Buck grind up against the palm of his hand, making Buck do all the work. Buck slings an arm back to grab at Tommy’s neck, turning as much as he can to pull Tommy into a sloppy kiss. Tommy still has one arm around his chest, and it feels like it’s anchoring Buck to him, so he can’t float away, as the lightheadedness works it’s way through his entire body.
Tommy pushes the panties down, letting Buck’s cock free, getting a hand around him and stroking him firmly. The lace and satin is still pushed up against his balls, and he can feel it every time Tommy’s hand meets the hilt of his cock. He groans again, pushing back against Tommy’s chest.
"Yeah, just like that,” Tommy says, pinching and rolling Buck’s nipple in tandem with the strokes of his cock, sucking a mark into his neck.
"T-Tommy,” Buck whines. “Mo-more, more, please.”
Tommy bites down again, holding on for a moment before letting go, soothing the skin with his tongue, sliding his other hand down to play with Buck’s balls through the fabric, using the satin as a barrier between their skin, grip still firm but slippery against Buck.
Buck fucks up into Tommy’s hand, letting the pleasure carry him as Tommy strokes him exactly the way he likes, as Tommy murmurs sweet compliments into his ear.
"Yeah, look at you, you look so good,” Tommy says. “You like the way I touch you, baby?”
"Ye-yes, Tommy, please, please,” Buck keens as Tommy slows his hand, grip firm. “Tommy, Tommy, please.”
“I got you,” Tommy says, slow and steady as he strokes Buck. “Play with your tits for me.”
Buck’s hands fly up, rubbing and flicking his nipples through the fabric. “Like this?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy says. “Did you do this by yourself, huh, waiting to show off for me?”
“No, no, just for you,” Buck says breathlessly.
Tommy bites down on his earlobe, tugs it between his teeth. Buck’s hips jerk up, and Tommy speeds his hand up. “Yeah baby, yeah, you feel so good, look so good, wanna see you come baby.”
Buck jerks under his hands, feels the familiar clench in his gut as Tommy strokes him just right, feels the release as the come splatters up against his stomach and chest, drops hitting his lacy bra and soaking through the fabric.
Tommy gasps behind him, and Buck can feel the wet stickiness spreading between them as Tommy’s come drips down his back.
“As soon as we get cleaned up, you have to show me where you got these,” Tommy murmurs, kissing his neck as he tucks Buck’s cock back into his underwear, getting them as messy as he’d promised, rubbing his hand against Buck through the fabric.
“Oh yeah, gonna buy me more?” Buck wiggles back against him.
“Baby, I’d go bankrupt buying you more,” Tommy promises.
Make it sexy March, day 12, somnophilia, 1.8k words, rated E
Tommy had been hesitant the first time Evan had brought it up. it wasn’t something he’d ever considered, for himself or his partner.
Evan, though, had seemed excited by the whole prospect. He’d practically made a presentation for Tommy explaining why he wanted to try it and how he thought they could do it.
Evan had been pretty adamant about the sleeping pill, worried he'd be too excited to sleep. Tommy had worried Evan would be asleep too long, and it would cause him to worry until he woke up. They’d compromised, Evan planning to take the pill so it would wear off about an hour after Tommy got home.
And here Evan is, sprawled face down on their bed, sheets pooling around his waist, fast asleep. Tommy moves closer, making sure Evan really is asleep and not just faking it. He wants to give Evan what he wants.
Evan makes that cute little snuffle sound that means he’s definitely asleep, and has been for a while. Tommy undresses, taking the time to put his clothes in the hamper, and pulls the sheet down to expose Evan to the cool bedroom air. His mouth waters when he sees the blue peeking out from between Evan’s cheeks, knowing without getting closer it’s the ‘daddy’s boy’ plug Evan had bought as a joke that he’d ended up loving, saying it was the best substitute he had for Tommy.
He moves to straddle Evan’s legs, spreading his ass cheeks to get a better look at it, and gently tugging on it to see Evan’s reaction.
Nothing happens, and Tommy grins. He does it a few more times, angling it to press against Evan’s prostrate, and watching as his hips make tiny, abortive movements while he sleeps.
He pulls the plug out and places it on the table next to the bed, just in case he wants to use it again later. He moves down the bed so he can get his mouth on Evan, taking advantage of how open he already is as he uses his mouth and fingers to work him over. He’s not used to Evan being quiet while he eats him out, but the way his hips hitch against Tommy’s mouth and the little noises he makes in his sleep are good too.
He works his way up to three fingers as well as his tongue, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his prostrate, thrusting his tongue in as deep as he can. Evan lets out a broken moan above him and he pauses, waiting to see if Evan will wake up.
He stays sleeping, and Tommy gets back to work. His mouth is aching and his face is covered in spit, and usually by now Evan would be pushing him away and begging for Tommy to fuck him, but Evan’s asleep now and Tommy can do what he wants.
A thrill shoots up his spine at the thought, and he thinks he gets why Evan was so interested in the idea from the beginning.
He rearranges himself a little bit so he can pull Evan’s hips up, giving him access to Evan’s cock, hanging hot and heavy between his legs. Tommy jerks Evan off almost frantically as he eats him out, one hand holding his hips up off the bed.
He can feel the way Evan’s body gives out as his orgasm hits, come splattering the towel Evan had thought to put down and coating Tommy’s hand. Tommy had been sure that would wake Evan up, but he’s still asleep.
Tommy manages to flip Evan onto his back without getting him in the wet spot or waking him up. Evan’s chest is flushed like it always is after he comes, and drops off his release spot his thighs. Tommy wipes them up, licking his hand clean, deciding what to do next. Evan had said he didn’t want to know what Tommy was going to do ahead of time, wanted to wake up and be surprised.
Tommy eyes the plug again, then slots himself between Evan’s legs and pushes into him, his way slicked by his own spit and the lube Evan had used for the plug, the wet noises as he thrusts in and out filling the room. Usually Evan would be speaking too much for them to be easily heard, but Tommy can hear it now, the way Evan’s body opens for him, takes him in.
As much as he’s spent the time teasing an asleep Evan, he’s also been teasing himself, and it really doesn’t take long before he can feel his orgasm building. With Evan on his back, he can hear the little noises he’s making and see the half smile he has across his face even as he’s asleep.
He bites down on Evan’s shoulder as he comes, smearing hot saliva across it, thrusting in a few more times just because he can, relishing in the way he can feel his come shifting to make space for him, leaking out around him when he pulls back.
Tommy pulls out fully, pushing Evan’s hips up to stop any more come from dribbling out, using his thumb to push in what had been forced out by his movements, grabbing the plug again to keep Evan full until he wakes up. He pushes it in carefully, twisting it a little bit so the writing faces him.
Evan’s cock is almost hard again. Tommy finds the lube, gets himself arranged so he can suck Evan’s cock deep into his mouth while he opens himself off. He doesn't want to get Evan off this way, just wants to make sure he’s fully hard, so he focuses more of his energy on himself, his impatience driving Tommy to start with two fingers as he stretches himself open, avoiding his prostrate as much as possible.
Tommy keeps his jaw relaxed around Evan’s cock, can feel it hardening, lets his spit drip down past his lips and make a mess of Evan’s hips.
Tommy gets a third finger in his hole sooner than he should, but he needs to feel Evan inside him. He has to take his mouth off Evan before Tommy makes him come again, presses his face into Evan’s thigh while he finishes opening himself up, breathes in the musk-and-Evan scent while he does.
When he’s a little more under control, Tommy climbs up the bed to straddle Evan, pushing the towel out of the way. He sinks down onto Evan’s cock, hands placed firmly on his chest, and starts rocking slowly, keeping a steady pace.
Usually when Tommy’s riding him, Evan gets this blissed out expression on his face like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Tommy loves the expression almost as much as he loves Evan. Now, though, Evan’s face is mostly slack. His body still responds automatically to Tommy’s touch though, nipples hardening as he runs his hands over Evan’s chest, a sheen of sweat building up across it.
He pushes Evan’s arms up over his head, holding on loosely to his wrists. Tommy buries his face in Evan’s chest, licking at the sweat and rubbing his cheeks against Evan’s chest hair, making his way up towards his armpits. Tommy breathes in the scent of Evan, licks at the sweat, relishing in the taste of it. He loves being surrounded by Evan, his senses completely taken over.
He rolls his hips, feeling Evan start to react to the movements. Small reactions, still asleep, but getting closer to wakefulness. Tommy sits back up, planting his hands on Evan’s chest as he rocks down with more intensity, watching Evan’s face. He wants Evan to be awake this time.
It takes a little while longer, and the help of a few love bites and pinches before Evan’s eyes start to open, then the sudden jump to wakefulness as he realizes what’s happening. He groans and grabs for Tommy’s hips, urging him on.
"Nice of you to join me this time,” Tommy teases.
"This time? What did - ah, fuck, Tommy - what else did you do?” Evan gasps, pupils blown wide, thrusting up into Tommy as much as he’s pulling Tommy down to meet him. Tommy slows down a little, wanting to tell Evan all about it.
"Well, when I came home and found you wearing that plug, I had to play with it,” Tommy says casually, pining Evan’s wrists to the bed as he tries to urge Tommy faster again. “And of course I had to eat you out too- did that and jerked you off until you came the first time.”
"Fuck,” Evan gasps again.
"And then, you were so easy to turn over, I put you on your back and fucked you, filled you up so good baby,” Tommy says, stroking his fingers gently across Evan’s wrists, “put your plug back in so you could enjoy it later.”
Evan keens, arching upwards as Tommy holds himself out of reach.
"Tommy,” Evan begs. Tommy doesn’t speed up.
"And then I opened myself up, sucked you until you got hard again,” Tommy tells him. “And I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Think you can make me feel good this time, baby?”
Evan nods frantically. “yeah, yeah Tommy.”
Tommy lets his hands go, and Evan grabs his hips again, pounding up into him like he’ll die if he doesn’t get Tommy off right now.
Tommy just hangs on for the ride, but before he knows it, Evan’s coming, filling him up as he groans below him, face scrunched.
"Too worked up to take care of me?” Tommy asks, only a little meanly. It takes Evan a second to recover, but then he has Tommy on his back, faster than Tommy can register, his mouth around Tommy’s cock as he licks and sucks, his nose pressed tight against Tommy and Tommy can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Evan’s throat.
He pets Evan’s hair gently and lets him choke himself on Tommy’s cock, fucking his cock deeper when Evan pulls back a little, letting the warm and suction and spit carry him over the edge, spilling into Evan’s mouth and down his chin.
Evan pants above him, licking the excess off his lips, looking proud. “I can always take care of you.” He manages to get out.
"Yeah, you always do baby,” Tommy hums, reaching down for the discarded towel to wipe them down a bit, pulling Evan up so he can rest his head against Tommy’s chest. One hand drifts down to play with Evan’s plug, and Evan squirms happily. “Did you like that?”
"Oh yeah,” Evan sighs. “That was great. Thank you. Did you like it?”
Tommy answers honestly. “I did, but I think it’s more of a special occasion thing for me. I like getting to see all your reactions.”
"Okay,” Evan clumsily pats his cheek, limbs heavy again with satisfaction and the last of the sleeping pill.
Make it sexy March, day 12, somnophilia, 1.8k words, rated E
Tommy had been hesitant the first time Evan had brought it up. it wasn’t something he’d ever considered, for himself or his partner.
Evan, though, had seemed excited by the whole prospect. He’d practically made a presentation for Tommy explaining why he wanted to try it and how he thought they could do it.
Evan had been pretty adamant about the sleeping pill, worried he'd be too excited to sleep. Tommy had worried Evan would be asleep too long, and it would cause him to worry until he woke up. They’d compromised, Evan planning to take the pill so it would wear off about an hour after Tommy got home.
And here Evan is, sprawled face down on their bed, sheets pooling around his waist, fast asleep. Tommy moves closer, making sure Evan really is asleep and not just faking it. He wants to give Evan what he wants.
Evan makes that cute little snuffle sound that means he’s definitely asleep, and has been for a while. Tommy undresses, taking the time to put his clothes in the hamper, and pulls the sheet down to expose Evan to the cool bedroom air. His mouth waters when he sees the blue peeking out from between Evan’s cheeks, knowing without getting closer it’s the ‘daddy’s boy’ plug Evan had bought as a joke that he’d ended up loving, saying it was the best substitute he had for Tommy.
He moves to straddle Evan’s legs, spreading his ass cheeks to get a better look at it, and gently tugging on it to see Evan’s reaction.
Nothing happens, and Tommy grins. He does it a few more times, angling it to press against Evan’s prostrate, and watching as his hips make tiny, abortive movements while he sleeps.
He pulls the plug out and places it on the table next to the bed, just in case he wants to use it again later. He moves down the bed so he can get his mouth on Evan, taking advantage of how open he already is as he uses his mouth and fingers to work him over. He’s not used to Evan being quiet while he eats him out, but the way his hips hitch against Tommy’s mouth and the little noises he makes in his sleep are good too.
He works his way up to three fingers as well as his tongue, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his prostrate, thrusting his tongue in as deep as he can. Evan lets out a broken moan above him and he pauses, waiting to see if Evan will wake up.
He stays sleeping, and Tommy gets back to work. His mouth is aching and his face is covered in spit, and usually by now Evan would be pushing him away and begging for Tommy to fuck him, but Evan’s asleep now and Tommy can do what he wants.
A thrill shoots up his spine at the thought, and he thinks he gets why Evan was so interested in the idea from the beginning.
He rearranges himself a little bit so he can pull Evan’s hips up, giving him access to Evan’s cock, hanging hot and heavy between his legs. Tommy jerks Evan off almost frantically as he eats him out, one hand holding his hips up off the bed.
He can feel the way Evan’s body gives out as his orgasm hits, come splattering the towel Evan had thought to put down and coating Tommy’s hand. Tommy had been sure that would wake Evan up, but he’s still asleep.
Tommy manages to flip Evan onto his back without getting him in the wet spot or waking him up. Evan’s chest is flushed like it always is after he comes, and drops off his release spot his thighs. Tommy wipes them up, licking his hand clean, deciding what to do next. Evan had said he didn’t want to know what Tommy was going to do ahead of time, wanted to wake up and be surprised.
Tommy eyes the plug again, then slots himself between Evan’s legs and pushes into him, his way slicked by his own spit and the lube Evan had used for the plug, the wet noises as he thrusts in and out filling the room. Usually Evan would be speaking too much for them to be easily heard, but Tommy can hear it now, the way Evan’s body opens for him, takes him in.
As much as he’s spent the time teasing an asleep Evan, he’s also been teasing himself, and it really doesn’t take long before he can feel his orgasm building. With Evan on his back, he can hear the little noises he’s making and see the half smile he has across his face even as he’s asleep.
He bites down on Evan’s shoulder as he comes, smearing hot saliva across it, thrusting in a few more times just because he can, relishing in the way he can feel his come shifting to make space for him, leaking out around him when he pulls back.
Tommy pulls out fully, pushing Evan’s hips up to stop any more come from dribbling out, using his thumb to push in what had been forced out by his movements, grabbing the plug again to keep Evan full until he wakes up. He pushes it in carefully, twisting it a little bit so the writing faces him.
Evan’s cock is almost hard again. Tommy finds the lube, gets himself arranged so he can suck Evan’s cock deep into his mouth while he opens himself off. He doesn't want to get Evan off this way, just wants to make sure he’s fully hard, so he focuses more of his energy on himself, his impatience driving Tommy to start with two fingers as he stretches himself open, avoiding his prostrate as much as possible.
Tommy keeps his jaw relaxed around Evan’s cock, can feel it hardening, lets his spit drip down past his lips and make a mess of Evan’s hips.
Tommy gets a third finger in his hole sooner than he should, but he needs to feel Evan inside him. He has to take his mouth off Evan before Tommy makes him come again, presses his face into Evan’s thigh while he finishes opening himself up, breathes in the musk-and-Evan scent while he does.
When he’s a little more under control, Tommy climbs up the bed to straddle Evan, pushing the towel out of the way. He sinks down onto Evan’s cock, hands placed firmly on his chest, and starts rocking slowly, keeping a steady pace.
Usually when Tommy’s riding him, Evan gets this blissed out expression on his face like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Tommy loves the expression almost as much as he loves Evan. Now, though, Evan’s face is mostly slack. His body still responds automatically to Tommy’s touch though, nipples hardening as he runs his hands over Evan’s chest, a sheen of sweat building up across it.
He pushes Evan’s arms up over his head, holding on loosely to his wrists. Tommy buries his face in Evan’s chest, licking at the sweat and rubbing his cheeks against Evan’s chest hair, making his way up towards his armpits. Tommy breathes in the scent of Evan, licks at the sweat, relishing in the taste of it. He loves being surrounded by Evan, his senses completely taken over.
He rolls his hips, feeling Evan start to react to the movements. Small reactions, still asleep, but getting closer to wakefulness. Tommy sits back up, planting his hands on Evan’s chest as he rocks down with more intensity, watching Evan’s face. He wants Evan to be awake this time.
It takes a little while longer, and the help of a few love bites and pinches before Evan’s eyes start to open, then the sudden jump to wakefulness as he realizes what’s happening. He groans and grabs for Tommy’s hips, urging him on.
"Nice of you to join me this time,” Tommy teases.
"This time? What did - ah, fuck, Tommy - what else did you do?” Evan gasps, pupils blown wide, thrusting up into Tommy as much as he’s pulling Tommy down to meet him. Tommy slows down a little, wanting to tell Evan all about it.
"Well, when I came home and found you wearing that plug, I had to play with it,” Tommy says casually, pining Evan’s wrists to the bed as he tries to urge Tommy faster again. “And of course I had to eat you out too- did that and jerked you off until you came the first time.”
"Fuck,” Evan gasps again.
"And then, you were so easy to turn over, I put you on your back and fucked you, filled you up so good baby,” Tommy says, stroking his fingers gently across Evan’s wrists, “put your plug back in so you could enjoy it later.”
Evan keens, arching upwards as Tommy holds himself out of reach.
"Tommy,” Evan begs. Tommy doesn’t speed up.
"And then I opened myself up, sucked you until you got hard again,” Tommy tells him. “And I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Think you can make me feel good this time, baby?”
Evan nods frantically. “yeah, yeah Tommy.”
Tommy lets his hands go, and Evan grabs his hips again, pounding up into him like he’ll die if he doesn’t get Tommy off right now.
Tommy just hangs on for the ride, but before he knows it, Evan’s coming, filling him up as he groans below him, face scrunched.
"Too worked up to take care of me?” Tommy asks, only a little meanly. It takes Evan a second to recover, but then he has Tommy on his back, faster than Tommy can register, his mouth around Tommy’s cock as he licks and sucks, his nose pressed tight against Tommy and Tommy can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Evan’s throat.
He pets Evan’s hair gently and lets him choke himself on Tommy’s cock, fucking his cock deeper when Evan pulls back a little, letting the warm and suction and spit carry him over the edge, spilling into Evan’s mouth and down his chin.
Evan pants above him, licking the excess off his lips, looking proud. “I can always take care of you.” He manages to get out.
"Yeah, you always do baby,” Tommy hums, reaching down for the discarded towel to wipe them down a bit, pulling Evan up so he can rest his head against Tommy’s chest. One hand drifts down to play with Evan’s plug, and Evan squirms happily. “Did you like that?”
"Oh yeah,” Evan sighs. “That was great. Thank you. Did you like it?”
Tommy answers honestly. “I did, but I think it’s more of a special occasion thing for me. I like getting to see all your reactions.”
"Okay,” Evan clumsily pats his cheek, limbs heavy again with satisfaction and the last of the sleeping pill.
Make it sexy for BuckTommy March, day 3, masturbation/voyeurism, ~800 words
“Honey, I’m home!”
Buck hears the door close with more force than usual and laughs at the sign that Tommy’s a little drunk. “Bedroom!” He calls back.
“Hey ba- woah.” Tommy stops in the doorway.
Buck smiles, naked body laid on out display for Tommy as he leisurely strokes his cock. “Hey babe,” he parrots. “See something you like?”
Tommy nods, striding across the room to sit on the other side of the bed.
“You’re awfully far away,” Buck pouts.
Tommy crawls across the bed for a languid kiss that has Buck forgetting what he was even doing in the first place. He’s sure he looks just as flushed and happy as Tommy when they separate.
Tommy takes up his previous position on the bed and watches him again, reaching one hand out to rest on Buck’s ankle. “I think you had something you wanted to show me?”
Buck has always loved Tommy watching him, but it's usually through FaceTimes or videos. To have the full weight of that attention on him now sends sparks zinging around under his skin.
“Yeah,” he says breathily, taking his cock in his hand again, slowly stroking it.
“You waited for me to get home?”
Buck nods. “Uh-uh. Wanted you to see me come.”
“So thoughtful,” Tommy says, squeezing the hand on his ankle gently.
“That’s me,” Buck smirks.
“Can I clean you up after?” Tommy’s tone is innocent but his expression isn’t.
Buck groans and speeds up his strokes. “You can do whatever you want.”
“Promise?”
Buck usually prides himself on having some stamina, but that sends him completely over the edge. His stomach clenches as he gasps and he watches the come splash up onto his chest and stomach.
The grip on his ankle tightens before Tommy lets him go, standing up to strip completely. He climbs across the bed to straddle Buck’s chest.
“Gonna get you messier first,” Tommy says, moving back a little so his legs bracket Buck’s hips and he can rock against Buck’s softening cock.
“Please,” Buck says, hands coming up to grab at Tommy’s thighs, digging his fingers in as he tries to pull him closer. Tommy stays where he is though, so Buck can see him better.
He wipes up some of Buck’s come, using it to slick his own cock, already hard and standing at attention- Buck did that to him. It still thrills him.
Buck tries to rock up again Tommy but his stance keeps him from doing too much, and wow, Buck loves this so much, knowing that Tommy can hold him down when he wants. When they want.
He runs one hand up and down Tommy’s side, thumbing over his nipple when he reaches up to cup his pec, digging his fingers into old bruises Buck had left littered on his chest, grabbing his thigh and still trying fruitlessly to urge him forward.
Buck grabs Tommy’s free hand and pulls it to his chest, gets Tommy to brace himself on Buck’s shoulder, clings to his forearm and pulls him closer.
“God you make me feel so good,” Tommy says, stretching down for a messy kiss, hand still moving over his cock between them. Buck can feel his knuckles brush against his stomach and it has him gasping into the kiss. Tommy peppers a few more kisses across his face before he straightens up again, grunting slightly as he works himself closer to completion.
“Yeah, come on, please come on me,” Buck urges, rutting up against him as much as he can, moving both his hands to grab at Tommy’s ass.
“Shit,” Tommy grunts as Buck presses one knuckle against his hole, spilling over his hand and Buck’s chest.
Buck smiles up at him with both hands still on Tommy’s ass. “Was that good for you babe?”
Tommy leans down for a crushing kiss rather than answer, both hands smearing their shared release across Buck. Buck arches up into him, their tongues slipping together.
Tommy nips at his lips when he pulls back, sliding lower so he can lean down and lick Buck clean, working his way slowly and thoroughly up his chest, ignoring Buck’s cock as it hardened between them again, ignoring Buck’s whines and pleading as he had to take Buck’s hands and press them to the mattress so he wouldn’t jerk himself off.
When Buck is a sobbing, panting mess, Tommy finally, finally lets him go, wrapping both their hands around Buck’s cock and quickly jerking him off again.
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“Hey, uh,” Blue hovers in the doorway to the locker room awkwardly. “I just wanted to say thanks for training us. With us. Um…”
Buck looks up from his bag. “No problem Blue. You’ve got a great team here, it was nice to work with all of you. Work with y’all?” Buck smiles.
“I was wondering if you, if before you left, you could maybe uh, if you’d want to,” Blue stumbles over his words.
“What, like give you some advice? For working out and training?” Blue nods jerkily. “Yeah, no problem.” Buck digs in his bag and pulls out an old receipt. “The hotel I’m at has a decent gym, not as nice as the one here, but quieter. Here’s my room number, come over when your shift’s done.”
He hands Blue the paper, their fingertips brushing together when he does.
“Yeah, thanks,” Blue takes a quick look at the hotel name and number before shoving the paper in his pants pocket.
“I wasn’t kidding about working out,” Buck says when he opens his hotel room door, taking in Blue in his jeans. “Come on, I’ve got extra workout clothes you can borrow.”
Blue follows him into the room, watching as Buck bends down to dig through the open suitcase at the end of his bed, throwing Blue a couple items of clothing.
Blue catches them instinctively, glancing in confusion at the bundle of fabric.
“Go change,” Buck nods towards the bathroom.
Blue does as he’s told, slipping into the other man’s clothing and leaving his folded nicely on the back of the toilet.
Buck’s changed since he was at the firehouse, now wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue t-shirt to work out in, a whistle draped around his neck.
“The gym’s on this floor, come on,” Buck pushes himself up off the chair and leads the way, Blue following behind him.
“Again!” Buck commands, blowing the whistle.
Blue pushes against the leg press, stalling out part way.
“I can’t,” he grinds out, trying not to let the weight fall.
“One more,” Buck says, confident in Blue’s ability to do it.
Blue grits his teeth, pushing his way through the exercise, making sure not to drop the weight at the end.
“See?” Buck smiles brightly at him, like he’s not staring at a sweat damp, red faced, panting Blue. “Knew you could do it.”
Blue swings his feet down to the floor, puts his hand on his knees and tries to catch his breath. “You’re a real drill sergeant, you know that?”
“I’ve been told,” Buck smirks. “You’re the one who wanted the help.”
“I have regrets.” Blue mutters. “Mostly that I didn’t explain myself properly.”
“Oh?” Buck nods to the door. “Let's go talk then.”
As soon as they walk through the hotel room door, Blue leans forward to kiss Buck, throwing caution to the wind.
“Oh,” Buck says. His eyes darken, and he pushes Blue back against the hotel room door, diving in to devour him.
Their teeth clack together once before Buck has his hands in Blue’s hair, pulling him where he needs to be. Blue sighs into the kiss, open mouthed and a little sloppy.
“You really didn’t explain yourself,” Buck says when he pulls back to look at Blue. “Luckily your actions are pretty clear.”
Blue’s chest heaves as he sucks in air, filling his lungs again. “Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
“So what were you hoping to get out of tonight?” Buck asks, staring into his eyes. “Did you want to fuck me or get fucked?”
“I was hoping I could start by sucking you off sir,” Blue says with a cheeky grin.
Buck inhales sharply, pushing himself away from Blue to collapse lazily on the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got then cadet.”
Blue flips the lock on the hotel room door then moves gracefully to the small open space in front of the couch. He doesn’t have his music but it’s not like he’s forgotten how to put on a show.
He slowly works Buck’s borrowed shirt up his torso, holding the hem between his teeth so he can run his hands across his abs and leisurely flick his nipples.
Neither pair of Buck’s shorts are doing anything to hide their mutual arousal. Blue watches as Buck’s shorts fill out, waits until he's only breathing with each flick of Blue’s nipples. Blue smirks internally. Still got it.
He pulls the shirt over his head, letting it drop somewhere behind him, and moves to straddle Buck on the couch, their thighs almost touching, his hands on the back of the couch.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about my past by now,” Blue says conversationally, watching Buck’s reaction. Buck nods and swallows. “Same rules here- no touching.”
Buck slides his hands under his thighs and Blue smirks. “Guess you’re not so sure of your self control,” Blue whispers in his ear as he rolls his hips in Buck’s lap. “Is that going to be enough? Or do you need me to hold onto them?”
Blue watches the way he gulps, his pupils blowing wider than they already were, just a little ring of blue left around them. He doesn’t say anything, but his forearms flex like he’s holding himself in place. Blue rolls his hips tantalizingly close to Buck’s, the fabric of their shorts almost brushing. Buck’s holding his breath.
“Were you thinking about this at the firehouse?” Blue moved so he could whisper into Buck’s other ear. “Did you picture how good I’d look between your legs?” He bit down lightly on Buck’s earlobe, relishing the moan it drew out of the other man.
“Was the-” Buck swallows. “Was playing with your nipples for me or for you?”
“Why don’t you find out?” Blue grabs the hair at the back of his head and pushes him forward until Buck’s lips are right against his pec, guiding them to his nipple. Blue rolls his hips against Buck, grinding their cocks together as Buck licks and bites around his nipple, alternating pressure and duration. Blue lets his guard down momentarily, allows himself to make the noises he usually can’t, hisses of pain and moans of pleasure.
“Both,” Buck decides, answering his own question. He moves to attack Blue’s other nipple, startling Blue out of his rhythm as he holds onto Buck’s head and rides out the pleasure.
“Who knew that mouth was good for more than just shouting orders?” Blue asks breathlessly as Buck moves to suck a hickey into his pec. Buck bites down sharply and Blue pushes himself up and off Buck’s lap, standing just out of reach.
“Well that wasn’t very nice,” Blue chides him. “Maybe you should go back to giving orders.”
A grin split Buck’s face as he let his legs fall open wider. “Okay,” he says. “Here’s what you’re going to do, cadet. First you're going to finish your little strip tease, lap dance, whatever you want to call it. Then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock until I cum. Then you're going to open me up and fuck me on my hands and knees until I'm begging to cum again, and you're going to make me. Then, and only then, do you get to come.”
“Do you want to cum down my throat or on my face?” Blue asks.
“I'll let you decide.”
Blue steps back enough to give himself room to move while staying close enough to touch - he wants to see if he can get Buck to break. He gyrates, drops down and rolls back up, does body rolls to keep Buck’s focus on his hips.
He turns and slowly starts working the borrowed shorts down his hips. He can hear Buck’s inhale when they go past the lacy edge of his underwear and show it off.
“You really weren’t dressed for working out.”
Blue throws a grin over his shoulder. “Like I said, not really my end goal.”
He lets the shorts drop and steps out of them, turning around to face Buck and dropping to his knees in front of the couch. He crawls forward, running his hands up Buck's legs and pressing his face into his belly. Buck’s still wearing his shirt, but Blue presses his open mouth against the fabric, panting against it as his hands tighten on Buck’s legs.
“Fuck,” Buck curses, gently pushing Blue back far enough that he can pull his shirt off without elbowing him in the face. Blue doesn’t hesitate to lick up his body from from his belly button to his neck. He moves his hands to pull down the loose waist of Buck's shorts, letting his cock sit against the elastic waist. He’s red and dripping. Blue licks his lips.
“Get to it, cadet,” Buck says, but the bite of command is gone from his voice. It’s almost a request.
Blue swallows him down, loving the way his cock almost feels too big for Blue, the stretch of his lips around it, the saliva building at the back of his throat. He pushes until his nose is pressed against Buck’s stomach, he can feel his throat trying to spasm but he breathes through it.
Buck’s the one that sounds like he’s choking, breath short and rapid above Blue as he repeats shit, fuck over and over again. He’s still not touching Blue, and Blue grabs one of his hands and gets it buried in his hair so he can pull Blue around. Buck holds onto his hair tightly but doesn’t pull yet.
Blue brings a hand up to play with Buck's balls, still deep throating Buck’s cock. He gives them a little tug and gets a hard yank on his hair in return. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, tugging a little harder, and Buck swears and yanks him back by his hair.
Blue pops off, watching the string of saliva that connects them until it breaks, falling back towards Buck’s cock, joining the mess of spit and precome already there. He runs his hand through it, slowly jacking Buck off as he watches his face.
“How am I doing?” Blue asks. “Think you’ll pass me, sir?”
“I need some more convincing, cadet.”
Blue smirks, happily leaning forward to suck his cock again.
Buck keeps one hand in his hair, the other on his cheek, as Blue bobs up and down. Buck’s a little sweaty from the gym, even though he’d done less than Blue, and Blue loves the scent of it on him. He slides one hand up Buck’s chest, running his fingers through the damp hair there, leaving light touches on his nipples and watching as Buck arches up into his touch.
Blue presses himself closer and closer, one of Buck’s legs tangled awkwardly between him and the couch, but Blue doesn’t take the time to rearrange them. He licks and sucks at Buck’s cock, alternating between taking himself as deep as he can and backing off so the tip just rests against Blue’s open mouth, letting Buck see the way he licks up the precome that’s coming more and more steadily. Buck’s fingers tighten in his hair, and he takes him deep again, sucking him as deep as he can, moaning around him as Buck jerks up towards his mouth, encouraging him to fuck his mouth. He plays with Buck’s balls again, rolling and tugging them, opening his mouth just enough to let his spit roll down them, smearing it over them with his hand.
Buck gasps and his cock jumps against the top of Blue’s mouth and then he’s spilling down his throat. Blue swallows what he can, catching the rest in his hand to lick off after. He sucks Buck clean, then sits back and leisurely licks his hand clean, watching how Buck’s eyes track his tongue.
“Well?” Blue asks cockily. Buck pats his legs and Blue moves up to sit in his lap.
“Well, I think you failed, cadet,” Buck says. Blue looks at him in surprise, and Buck nods for him to look down. Blue’s equally surprised to find himself a mess. His own come is smeared across his stomach and underwear and he hadn’t even realized he’d come, as consumed as he was in Buck’s pleasure. “I should have known you’d need a demonstration. You can’t do it with just orders, can you? You need to be more hands on.”
Blue shivered. “What kind of demonstration?”
Buck tipped him off his lap and onto the couch, reversing their positions so he’s between Blue’s legs on the floor. “I’m going to do what I wanted you to do.”
Buck pulls at the elastic of Blue’s lacy underwear, waiting until he lifts his hip to pull them down and off his legs. He wipes Blue’s come off his cock, holding his hand out for Blue to clean off. Blue does, taking care to lick between every finger, sucking on his fingertips and popping off them one by one with an audible noise.
“Good,” Buck says, examining his hand when Blue’s done. “You can follow some instructions.” He wraps his hand around Blue’s softening cock, jerking it firmly. Blue whines and arches up into it. “Yeah, you were so desperate, weren’t you? I could feel you humping my leg. You just needed it so bad.”
“I- I’m sorry,” Blue gasps. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, I know you didn’t,” Buck says casually, tightening his grip meanly. “You just didn’t know better. Haven’t had anyone to teach you, right?”
“N-no,” Blue shakes his head, eyes watering.
“I’ll show you how to take care of someone,” Buck promises, letting go of his cock and pulling his legs towards him, pushing them back so his hole is exposed. He leans forwards and licks at it, tongue flat against him. Blue groans and pushes his hips towards Buck.
Buck holds him still, showing off the power in his muscles that's not just for show, not like Blue’s used to be, but muscles that save people, muscles that are there for work, muscles that he’s going to use to take Blue apart. Blue’s head thunks back on the hard back of the couch and he can feel the smile Buck presses against him.
“So eager,” Buck murmurs, pulling back. He puts two fingers in his own mouth, sucking at them, licking at them, until they’re spit slick and it’s running down Buck’s hand. He presses the tip of one finger against Blue, pressing firmly as he circles around his hole. Blue breathes out and forces his muscles to relax.
“Good,” Buck says, placing a kiss against his leg as he presses one finger in. Blue clenches around it before relaxing again, letting Buck thrust it in and out shallowly before he starts using it to tug at Blue’s rim, working a second fingertip in, slowly stroking them in and out, deeper and deeper until Blue gets used to it and is more relaxed.
Buck leans forward and gets his mouth on Blue, startling a yelp out of him as he’s surrounded by warm wet heat. It distracts him enough he doesn’t realize how much Buck’s stretched him until he feels a third finger, this time immediately seeking out his prostrate. He pulls back as Blue arches up, letting his cock fuck shallowly into his mouth. He pulls off, watches the line of saliva break and fall, just like Blue had. Instead of diving back in right away, he gets Blue’s hips angled up more, pulling his fingers out and spitting into it instead, using his tongue to push it in.
Blue clenches his legs, catching Buck’s head between them, and can feel more than hear the chuckle he lets out, feels the vibration against his ass and the rough rub of Buck’s stubble against his thighs, feels like the sound is being pushing into him as much as the saliva is.
Buck gentles his movements, pressing gentle kisses to his hole, waiting for Blue to release him. “I was worried you might not have enough stamina for this,” Buck comments when he can sit up again. “I think you’ll be fine.”
“It’s s-so fucking good,” Blue says, eyes brimming with tears already. Buck presses their hands together, letting Blue hold on and ground himself. He pushes himself up so he can lean over Blue and soothe him with a kiss, wiping at his cheeks with his free hand.
“I got you,” he says quietly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Blue agrees, chasing his lips. Buck lets him kiss him slowly, luxuriously, until his heart doesn’t quite feel so much like it’s going to beat out of his chest and his grip relaxes on Buck’s hand. Buck settles back to the floor, throwing one of Blue’s legs over his shoulder - “in case you need something to hold onto” - and sucks his cock again, getting three fingers back in his hole, rubbing at his prostrate and pulling at the rim, switching up with seemingly no pattern until Blue is panting above him, abs pulled tight as he struggles to stay in one place, gripping one of the couch pillows as he tries to hold on to some semblance of self control.
It’s like Buck knows, and he’s somehow hitting every one of Blue’s buttons, working him over so thoroughly Blue feels like he’s losing his mind. Buck slides a hand up his chest, another mirror of Blue’s movements, but he pinches down on his nipple hard, and this time Blue is completely aware of his orgasm hitting him, watches in what feels like slow motion as Buck pulls back and opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out for Blue’s come as it paints his lower face, pressing against his prostrate to keep it going.
Blue’s panting and has his hands over his face when he finally feels Buck pull away, but he doesn’t go far as he pulls Blue back up into a sitting position and straddles his legs pulling his hands down and peppering his face with gentle kisses, spit and come still all over the lower half of his face. Blue wipes up what he can and lets Buck lick his fingers clean.
“Need a break?” Buck asks. Blue shakes his head, not wanting to give up anything about this experience. “Think you can stand up?” Blue shakes his head again.
Buck stands up, easily, fluidly, and the next thing Blue knows, Buck has him in an almost bridal style carry, moving him over to the bed and laying him out on it, staring down at him, soaking in every inch of him.
Blue feels exhausted, covered in sweat and spit and come, but Buck’s looking at him like he’s a five course meal he wants to devour.
“Roll over,” Buck commands. Blue does, and Buck reaches down to place a pillow under his head. “Don’t fall asleep,” he warns, “I don’t think my ego could take it.”
“M a good student, I’ll stay awake,” Blue promises.
Buck lays a gentle swat against his ass, and Blue jerks against the mattress. He can hear the grin in Buck’s voice. “Oh, I know you will, cadet. And if you don’t, I’ll just have to keep going until you really learn your lesson.”
Blue’s face heats up and he’s rutting against the bed before his brain catches up.
Buck easily lifts his hips up so Blue is on his knees, and Blue can feel his cock swinging between his legs. Buck kneads at his ass. “I could look at this all day,” he says admiringly. “You keep yourself looking like this for attention, cadet?”
“Ye-yes sir.”
“You like it, don’t you? I bet you love when everyone on scene’s looking at you. Reminds you of being on stage, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Yeah what?” Buck swats him again.
“Yeah sir,” Blue says automatically.
“Good, that’s better.” Buck nips at the meat of his ass. “I want to really hear you this time cadet. None of that quiet sigh bullshit.”
“Yes sir,” Blue says. “Please, please sir, fuck me, please.”
“Oh, I don’t know if you’re ready yet,” Buck runs a hand across his hole.
“I’m ready, I promise sir, please, please, I need you inside me,” Blue says, starting to babble. “You’ve been so good to me please let me be good, let me be a good hole for you, let me make you feel good too.”
“Fuck,” Buck curses, and Blue can feel the dip of the mattress as he moves closer, knees pushing Blue’s legs wider. He hears Buck spit, then hears the wet noise of his hand against his cock.
He arches his back, showing himself off for Buck, clenching and unclenching so Buck can see how open he is. “Sir please, sir.”
“Such a polite cadet,” Buck says, sinking in without warning, pushing himself deep. Blue can feel his cock kick, feels the burn of the stretch and the hot, heavy heat of Buck’s cock. He pushes himself back, trying to get Buck deeper, but Buck’s hands are there on his hips to hold him in place. “Not yet,” he tells Blue.
He fucks in and out slowly, going deep but not deep enough, and Blue can feel the whine in his throat, high and reedy.
“Please please please,” Blue begs. “You feel so good sir, I want to feel all of you, I want to feel you in me.”
Buck curses again, snapping his hips forward hard, pushing Blue up the bed. “God, what a mouth you’ve got on you. Don’t worry, you’ll be feeling this for days, I’ll make sure.” His fingernails bite into Blue’s hips, and Blue can’t wait to see the crescent shaped bruises that will be there tomorrow.
“Thank you, thank you,” Blue cries, “Wanna feel it sir, wanna come on your cock, wanna feel you fill me up.”
Buck speeds up, and Blue feels like he’s going to feel it forever. Those bruises and nail marks are going to be tattooed on his body.
“Want you to stay there,” Blue says, “want you to keep me filled up, want to fall asleep like that, want to wake up like that.”
“God, you’re a walking porno, aren’t you?” Buck leans forward and bites down on his shoulder. Blue falls further into the mattress, letting Buck push him down flat, rutting against the mattress as much as he’s thrusting back against Buck.
“You were right I want it to so bad, I want you so bad, I’ll do whatever you want,” Blue says, half into the pillow. “Just give it to me please, fuck me, make me come, let me feel you come.” He clenches down as much as he can on Buck’s cock.
Buck swears and pulls back, leaving Blue empty, reaching down to flip him onto his back, throwing his legs up high and shoving into him again.
“Yes, yes use me please,” Blue begs, hands scrambling against Buck’s back as he tries to get a grip on the sweat slick skin there.
“Shit,” Buck says, capturing Blue’s lips in a sloppy open mouthed kiss. He gets a hand between them and starts jerking Blue off, movements made smooth by Blue’s precome. “Look at you, so eager to please. Trying to show what a good little cadet you are.”
Blue groans open mouthed under him. Buck takes advantage to lean down and slowly spit into his mouth. Blue would swear he comes the second Buck’s spit touches his tongue, jerking up into his hand and clenching around his cock.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Buck groans, working him through it until he’s gasping and pushing him away. Buck wipes off his stomach, slowly licking Blue’s come off his fingers while he waits for Blue to come down.
It takes a minute, but then Blue’s grabbing him and urging him on. Buck’s thrusts are slower but no less deep, and Blue moves with him as much as possible.
“Sir please, please, I want to feel you come,” Blue begs. He clenches as hard as he can and feels Buck spill into him, can feel his come leaking out with every thrust. It feels like there’s so much of it.
“Thank you, thank you,” Blue gasps into Buck’s hair as Buck collapses onto him. He wraps his arms around Buck so he can’t move away.
“Shit, we could have been doing this for days,” Buck says, words smothered into his chest. “I gotta leave tomorrow afternoon.”
“Stay a few days,” Blue suggests. “Take a vacation.”
“Cadet, you can’t take a vacation,” Buck points out.
“I’d be here often enough,” Blue protests.
Buck laughs softly. “Tempting, but I can’t right now.”
“Okay.” Blue doesn’t pout.
“We still have a few hours,” Buck says sleepily. “You have time to show me what you learned.”
“Need a nap first?” Blue teases.
“Uh yeah, I had to do all the work,” Buck says. “Wake me up in 20.”
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“I’ll take care of you,” Tommy murmurs, holding Buck back against his chest. The boils have cleared up and Tommy’s finally given him the all clear to sleep in a bed rather than his armchair, though not without him there.
There’s not any sleeping happening right now though, as Tommy holds his injured arm tight against his body, ghosting his free hand across Buck’s belly. Buck squirms against him, trying to get his hand to move lower.
“Ah ah, you don’t want to hurt your shoulder again,” Tommy tuts.
“Tommy,” Buck whines. The skin to skin contact is nice, really nice, but not enough for him.
“Shh,” Tommy soothes him, stroking up and down Buck’s belly. His fingers catch on the hair there and Buck breathes in sharply. He can feel Tommy smile against his neck as he does it again, tugging gently on the hair just below his belly button.
He keeps his hand moving this time and Buck shivers as Tommy grips his cock. He’s already leaking, he always is when Tommy touches him, and Tommy uses it to slick his way, stroking firmly and slowly up and down his cock.
Buck lets his head loll back against Tommy’s shoulder, letting Tommy take the lead.
Tommy whispers to Buck the whole time, telling him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how much Tommy loves making him feel good. Buck lets the warm feelings roll through him along with his slowly building orgasm. Tommy speeds up his hand, and Buck can feel Tommy’s hardness against him. It’s not new anymore but it’s still intoxicating, being able to feel Tommy’s arousal and desire so obviously, and it has Buck spilling over Tommy’s hand. Tommy strokes him a few more times before pulling his hand away and wiping it on a kleenex.
Buck pushes Tommy’s arm away and turns awkwardly, straddling his lap and making himself comfortable. “Let me make you feel good too, Tommy,” he pleads, using his good arm to wrap his hand around Tommy’s cock, pressing their foreheads together as he jerks him off.
Tommy pulls his head down until their lips meet, kissing Buck deep and slow, keeping a hand wrapped around the back of Buck’s neck. Tommy won’t let him move far enough away to talk, so Buck pours all of his feelings into the kiss, works him over one handed until he can feel Tommy gasping and shuddering under him, feels his come spilling between them. Buck pulls back just far enough to lick his hand clean, Tommy surging forward to kiss him again as soon as it is.
“I swear I just invited you over to see my new place,” Buck manages to say in between kisses.
“I swear I didn’t come over to defile every room in your house,” Tommy promises, moving to kiss down the side of his neck. He pushes Buck’s button up aside so he can bite down on Buck’s trap, soothing it with his tongue. “Who’d you steal this style from, hmm? Black button up over a tank top?”
“You like?” Buck arches forward against him.
“Of course I do.” Tommy’s eyes are dark as he bends down to pick Buck up, startling a yelp out of him. Tommy puts him on the counter they’ve been leaning against, immediately slotting himself between Buck’s legs.
“Off,” Buck commands, pulling at Tommy’s henley. Tommy raises his arms so Buck can pull it off, dropping it on the floor. He reels Tommy back in, a hand behind his neck and a leg around his waist, kissing him deeply. Tommy wraps his arms around Buck, pushing up at his shirt to get his hands on bare skin, holding him close.
They don’t need to rush, they have all the time in the world, but Buck doesn’t want to move away, doesn't want to slow down. He snakes a hand between them so he can cup Tommy’s cock through his jeans, feels how hard he is, hears him panting next to Buck’s ear.
He pulls him closer with both legs, grinding their hips together, his hand still cupping and rubbing Tommy, squeezing at the base of his cock as he bites Tommy’s lip, slides their tongues together, does everything he can to meld their bodies into one.
“Yeah, yeah baby,” Tommy gasps in between kisses. Buck’s body is on fire. He makes Tommy feel like that. He makes Tommy feel good. He slides his hand from Tommy’s neck up into his curls, giving them a firm tug.
Tommy cries out and bends forward, dropping his head to Buck’s shoulder as his body shakes. Buck did that. Buck made Tommy lose control so completely in his kitchen. He preens a little bit, rubbing his hand over Tommy’s still clothed cock until Tommy has to push his hand away.
“Your turn,” Tommy says, angling himself so Buck can rub against his leg, getting his hand over Buck’s cock. Buck ruts gracelessly against him, pulling Tommy down into another kiss, this one made sloppy as he works to get himself off. Tommy knows him so well, knows exactly when to squeeze and rub and tug, when to kiss and when to bite. It's as one of Tommy's hands ghosts across his nipples that Buck comes, arching up into him, holding Tommy’s hand against him even as he careens into oversensitivity.
“If that’s what we do in the first room you see, what are we going to do in the others?” Buck asks as he holds onto Tommy.
“Show me the bathroom, we’ll find out.” Tommy gives him a wicked grin.
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