Bucktommy Zach - Night out
Bucktommy and Zach at a night club:
Just something I have been working over, trying to get Zach right by watching Kenny from Can't hardly wait and Sam from Crashing.
#Poor Tommy
The night was young, but sadly the same could not be said for Tommy's patience, which was almost at its' wit ends as.....
.....“Fuck yeah, this is what I’m talking about, three lads on the prowl. LA doesn’t stand a chance.” Zach declared in his ear. Luckily Zach's (rumoured) large group of friend were all working so he could tag along with Buck and Tommy on their night out.
At a gay bar.
Picture this, Tommy in his good dark blue Henley and jeans, Buck in a flannel and white tee looking like a gift from heaven....
...and then Zach, with his sunglasses, black singlet that said “Welcome to the Brozone’ in yellow writing and grey shorts, thinking he was a gift from heaven.
Buck shared a side glance with Tommy, before taking the moment to point out to Zach that this was a gay bar, like for gay people. Not that it mattered, because Zach, standing in the middle of Buck and Tommy, clapped his hands on their back.
“Exactly, guys, the perfect place to hunt, no? All these sexy ladies with their guard down and you dance with them and they grind on you and then they’re like oh I wish you were straight and it’s like damn girl, you in luck, my dick digs chicks.”
Zach then grinned before going “Boom” and pointing at his crotch with a smirk and honestly, Buck had to wonder why he let Tommy associate with Zach outside of work.
Tommy pushed Zach off, “Did you ever think for a second that if you weren’t such an asshole, maybe you wouldn’t have to trick people into sleeping with you?”
“Uh, excuse moi…” Zach protested before abruptly turning to Buck with an exaggerated wink. “That’s French for ‘me.’ Sophisticated guy, right here.” he pointed at his chest, giving Buck a nod as Zach agreed with himself.
Then he spun back toward Tommy, adopting an expression of pure offense as he carried on defence.“ What is this tricking business you’re talking about? Nah, man. Bro it’s called playing the game. It’s not a trick if they never ask.”
His eyes lit up with mischief as he jabbed a finger into Tommy’s chest. “Besides, you’re the one who said assumptions make a, uh…” He clicked his tongue, “make a dick out of you, or… a dick in you? Or….”
Tommy sighed, jaw tight as his paitence caught a Greyhound Coach and fucked off right out of state. “Assumptions make an ass out of you and me. But mostly you, because you’re an ass.”
Zach beamed like he’d won a prize. “Nawww, T-Bone I thought I was a dickhead?” He teased, far too smug for Tommy’s liking.
“You’re versatile,” Tommy muttered. “Miraculously, you manage to be both.”
So it turned out that there were no girls for Zach to hit on because it was a leather night, as Buck sat awkwardly in his seat at the table nursing a beer, trying to make small chat with Tommy and not gawk at the men in various leather outfits walking past.
“If you're uncomfortable, we can go,” Tommy said. Buck’s face went slightly pink as a man wearing bottomless chaps bent over to pick up a coin next to them. “I promise not to leave you on the footpath this time,” and he gave Buck a shy little smile that Buck returned, his adorable puppy dog eyes lighting up.
“Uh, what about Zach?”
“He probably bounced when he realised there were no chicks here.” Tommy commented.
‘Uh, that’s fair.” Buck commented, “Let me finish my, uh drink first.”
And then something collided with Tommy’s back, and he didn’t need to see it, or him, because he could smell the aftershave but Buck’s eyes went big, and his eyes duck down to the table so Tommy twisted in his seat, “Your still here Za…. where is your singlet?”
Now, Zach stood next to him, shirtless, covered in glitter and messed up hair. “T-Bone, whats up!” He exclaimed, only slightly tipsy. "Guys keeping buy me drinks, it's fucking great man!" Clearly he was pumped
“Zach, your singlet?” Tommy repeated, because he had questions and he did not want to know the answer. Mostly. Kind of.
Zach looked down, then winced slightly and took a deep breath, “I meet some cool guys, really friendly, uh, and naturally, they liked me, because duh, look at me and anyway, I think they got the wrong idea.... and,uh, well... they kind of took it.”
Zach looked over his shoulder, before wrapping his arms around Tommy in a way that would make Buck jealous if it was anyone else. “Soo anyway, funny story, when they get here in like five seconds you’re my daddy’s and you don’t like to share, right? Cool. Sweet. Cheers.”
“Wait… what have you gotten us into?” Tommy asked, sharing a weary glance with Buck who did a good job of hiding in his glass of beer.
Right on cue, two massive leather-clad bears appeared, every inch the stereotype, smiling like Zach was the evening special on the menu, which Tommy couldn’t blame them for giving he was shirtless with that six pack, and that tan, standing in a gay bar.
Plus he could fully picture dumbass Zach accidentally leading them on while proudly showing off his body. Give Zach an ounce of attention at your peril.
“We were wondering where our pup ran off to,” one of them rumbled. “Getting us all worked out and then just disappearing on us, there’s a bathroom stall with our name on it.”
Zach gave a weak laugh, for once having the nerve to look slightly caught out and held tighter on to Tommy's arm, and frankly Tommy had to admire Zach's faith in him, because Tommy was not sure it well founded.
Tommy mouthed ‘Do we help him’ to Buck who looked at Zach, then the two bears and shrugged, mouthing back 'Not my circus, not my monkeys'.
Tommy knows how this would play out if it was one of the sitcom's he watches on repeat...
Zach cleared his throat, plastering on that winning grin. “Hey, fellas! Fancy bumping into you again. Sooo, this handsome wall of muscle here? That’s Daddy T.” He patted Tommy’s chest with a little too much familiarity.
And again, if it was not Zach, Buck might of broken Zach's fingers.
Tommy glared down at him, unimpressed. Zach ignored it and forged ahead.
“And uh, yeah, turns out Daddy T doesn’t like to share his toys. So this whole all-you-can-eat buffet?” He gestured to himself with a flourish. “Closed for the night. Sorry, boys.”
The bears exchanged a look, one which was amused, not offended. Yet.
The taller one shifted his gaze to Tommy, eyes gleaming. “Does this tight little piece really belong to you?”
“Excuse me?” Zach’s voice went sharp, but one thick finger raised shut him up real quick.
“Shh, boy,” the bear growled, all command and authority. “Adults are talking now.” and to Tommy’s surprise it worked, Zach swallowed but shut up. Of all the things that happened tonight, Zach shutting up was the most surprising.
He turned back to Tommy. “So, Daddy. You claiming him or not? Because if he is yours, you might want to know where that sweet little body has been tonight. And what that ass has been grinding on.”
Tommy arched a brow, voice calm and unreadable to both the bears, and more importantly Zach. If Zach was going to put him in this situation, he was going to enjoy it. “Oh?”
"Yeah, if you demand exclusivity, then this one needs a firm punishment for being such a slutty little cock tease."
“There’s a stock and paddle setup right in the middle of the bar,” the bear said, lips curling into a slow grin. “Might be just the thing if you need to remind your boy how to behave.”
Tommy chewed over the thought as Zach fidgeted against, “Tom… Tommy… no, come on.”
“That’s no way to talk to your Daddy boy.” The bear corrected, “You were all for the attention earlier.”
“It’s true,” Tommy said, “You do like attention.” He pointedly looked at Zach’s bare chest as the younger man tried to cover his nipples.
“He’d get all the attention he could handle, and more in the stocks.”
So I'm not sure yet a) how I want this to go and b) if I got my fuckboy quite right. It is definitely a work in progress. It's just whether it warrants more work or if I focus on a new project. So any feedback is openly welcomed.
