Buck walks into the bedroom to find Tommy laying naked on the bed, talking on the phone. He'd clearly gotten distracted while he was lounging after his shower. (“Air drying, Evan.” “Just admit you want to spend five more minutes scrolling like the rest of us.”)
He raises an eyebrow at him and Tommy mouths Sal and points to the phone.
“Yes, I will bring normal beer on Saturday,” Tommy says, rolling his eyes. Buck can practically see the quotation marks around normal. “It’s not my fault you have the palate of a twenty one year old drinking for the first time.” Buck privately agrees with Sal. Tommy’s way too quick to take a chance on small breweries and seasonal beers and some of the stuff Buck’s found in the fridge isn’t really meant for human consumption.
“Mmhmm, 4 o’clock,” Tommy says. Right, there’s a fight this weekend they’re watching together. Hard pass for Buck. Luckily he’s on shift anyways.
Speaking of… today was the only day they were off together this week. Buck grins to himself and walks to the end of the bed, while Tommy was engrossed in the conversation.
He rests his hands on Tommy’s ankles, waiting for him to notice.
Tommy looks up and smiles at him while Sal’s still talking.
Buck yanks and Tommy flies down the mattress, a startled oh escaping him. Buck drops his ankles, letting his knees bend at the end of the bed and his feet rest on the floor.
He plucks the phone from Tommy’s hand before he can do anything. “Sal? Just gotta borrow Tommy for a sec.” He mutes the call.
“What are you doing Evan?” Tommy asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Nothing,” Buck says, knowing his grin won’t do anything to dismiss the suspicion. “Finish planning your bro date with Sal. I’ll be right here.” He unmutes the call and hands the phone back to Tommy. Tommy watches him as he cautiously puts the phone back to his ear.
“Hey Sal, yeah, I'm back.” He listens for a minute.
Buck lets his hands rest on Tommy’s knees, thumbs gently stroking circles just above his knees on the inside of his thigh.
“Yes, I can bring the fancy cheese. how many people are coming?” Tommy groans. “seriously, Andy? He spent the whole fight yelling at the ref last time.”
Buck slides his hands a little higher, giving Tommy his innocent smile again as Tommy looks sharply at him.
“He promised he won’t this time? You better hold him to that,” Tommy threatened Sal. “Okay, beer, cheese for the burgers, anything else?”
Buck keeps one hand where it is but moves the other one up to Tommy’s groin so he can fondle his balls.
Tommy jerks the phone away from his face so Sal won’t hear his sudden inhale. From what Buck can hear, Sal wouldn’t have noticed anyways.
I’m on the phone, Tommy mouths.
Oops, Buck mouths in reply, dropping to his knees. He kisses from Tommy’s knee upwards, listening as Tommy tries to keep his composure on the call.
“That should be enough food for everyone.”
Buck nips at his inner thigh.
Tommy clears his throat. “Sure, I can pick him up.”
Buck starts to suck a hickey into the crease of Tommy’s groin. Tommy buries his free hand in Buck’s hair, pulling just a little.
“Sal, you always worry and you always end up with leftovers. No one will starve.” Tommy assures him.
Buck makes eye contact with Tommy and oh so slowly turns his head to lick up the side of Tommy’s cock.
“I'll buy pizza if we run out. gotta go, bye,” Tommy manages to get out before Buck takes his cock in his mouth. Tommy ends the call and flings his phone to the other side of the bed. “Evan, holy shit, are you trying to get Sal to kill me?”
Buck opens his mouth just enough for the spit that’s gathered to drip out, running down Tommy’s cock as Buck slowly strokes it with his hand, pulling back so only the tip of Tommy’s cock is in his mouth as he sucks gently on it.
“Oh never mind, you’re trying to kill me,” Tommy groans.
Buck flicks his tongue against the head of Tommy’s cock before he pulls off. “You’re laying naked in our bed and you think I’m not going to do something about it? Especially when it’s the only full day off this week that we have together.”
“You could have waited until the call was over,” Tommy said.
“The last time I waited you two were on the phone for nearly an hour. Can’t you just teach him how to text?” Buck grumbles.
“He’s an old man, he hates texting.”
“You’re an old man,” Buck shoots back, the heat in his voice softened by the way he’s softly stroking Tommy.
Tommy arches his hips up, trying to get more speed, a tighter grip, anything that will get him closer. “Oh yeah, you like fucking old men?” He teases.
“I like fucking one old man,” Buck counters. “If you’re nice I’ll introduce you to him.”
“You little brat,” Tommy growls, hauling Buck up towards him so they’re pressed together, Buck’s clothed body against Tommy’s naked one. He tilts his head up to kiss Buck, practically fucking his mouth with his tongue.
Buck melts into the kiss, enjoying the hot slide of their tongues and the way their spit is mixing together. When Tommy finally lets him pull away, there’s a string of saliva connecting them that Buck feels bad about breaking.
“I was in the middle of something,” Buck says, punctuating his statement with a forceful thrust of his hips.
“Funny, so was I,” Tommy smirks as he brushes Buck’s hair away from his forehead, cupping his face between his hands.
“Yeah, but my thing was fun for both of us.” Buck grins. “You complaining about what I was doing Kinard?”
“The when, not the what.”
Buck smirked. “So I can get back to what I was doing?”
“I’m not stopping you,” Tommy said, grinding up against him.
“Complaints, ornery attitude, you really are an old man,” Buck teases as he pushes himself off the bed and settles between Tommy’s legs again. He spits into his hand and starts slowly stroking Tommy’s cock again.
“Oh shit,” Tommy groans.
Buck noses at the other side of his hips, working on a matching mark there. Tommy’s trying to grind up against his hand as he does, and Buck makes sure he’s not touching Tommy with anything other than his hand or his mouth.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Tommy gasps out.
“Brat, tease, I’m starting to think you might not like me,” Buck pulls away and pouts at him. He lightly runs a finger up one side of Tommy’s cock, skipping over the tip and running it down the other side.
Tommy groans and Buck watches as he fists his hands into the towel.
“But I know you like me,” Buck continues, “or you wouldn’t have spread yourself out like this for me.”
He runs his hands up and down Tommy’s thighs. “So pretty,” he admires, “and you have no idea do you?”
Tommy shakes his head. He’s never been called pretty before, Buck would bet, which is a shame.
“So pretty,” Buck murmurs before he swallows Tommy down. Tommy keens and pulls at the towel and tries so hard not to fuck up into Buck’s mouth and choke him. Buck would smile at his politeness if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. He manages to grab one of Tommy’s hands without breaking his rhythm and moves it to the back of his head.
It takes Tommy a minute to catch up, but then he’s pushing down on Buck’s head and arching his hips up and Buck, well, Buck’s never felt better about his ability to drive his boyfriend wild.
He loses track of time as he focuses on Tommy, making Tommy feel good, feeling Tommy, hearing Tommy’s gasps and whimpers and whispered words above him.
He feels Tommy trying to pull him off and he pinches the inside of his thigh in lieu of shaking his head. Tommy stops pulling, but runs his hands gently through Buck’s hair so he can move if he wants to. Buck would rather stop breathing than pull off, and he uses every trick to get Tommy to come, enjoying the warm rush as he spills down Buck’s throat.
Buck holds him in his mouth until he starts to soften, pulling off gently and lapping at the spit that’s dribbled down from his own mouth.
He stands up, a little shaky, and strips, using his already soaked boxers to quickly wipe down Tommy. it might have just made more of a mess, but he tried. He collapses on the bed next to Tommy and smiles goofily at him.
“That was definitely better than a phone call,” Buck says smugly.
Tommy wiggles into a more comfortable position and throws his arm around Buck’s hips, dragging him in to cuddle.
“You’re better than any phone call,” he agrees sleepily.
“We can’t sleep the whole day,” Buck protests, but he can already feel himself getting tired as he soaks up his boyfriend’s body heat. “You said you’d fix the shelf in the kitchen.”
“Set an alarm for half an hour,” Tommy says. “I’ll make coffee and breakfast and fix the shelf.”
“Deal.” Buck finds Tommy’s abandoned phone and sets an alarm before snuggling back into his arms.
Tommy kisses his curls and his cheek and his birthmark and his nose and his lips. “Love you.” He punctuates the statement with another kiss.
Tommy goes back to the bar a week after seeing Buck there and hooking up with him. He overhears Buck being bossy and he learns that he likes when Buck talks that way. Tommy realises a few new things about himself.
This started as a late night ficlet here that I was convinced to write more for. I hope you like it.
Buck with a clipboard was a vicious stickler for rules, that means no one at the firehouse could get from him more than it was assigned, everyone knew that. It was made even more clear after Chimney’s failed attempt at blackmailing Buck with his daughter resulted in penalties. Such as, he became the last in the list to receive a charger, and when he did, it was old and slow as hell. Needless to say, Chimney learned a lesson about humility the hard way.
The funny thing though, Eddie seems to be dealing well with the current situation at the firehouse. Everyone was puzzled, until one evening Probie rounded a corner and saw from afar Firefighter Diaz kissing Firefighter Buckley on the cheek... as a thank you? For a charger? He just charged his phone a few hours ago, it wasn’t his turn!
Ravi hurried to find Captain Nash to report such blatant violation of rules. The nerve of some people!
It seems like Buck is not so unbiased as one might think. Apparently, best friends privileges trump Captain’s orders.
Or Eddie made himself comfortable at the firehouse during the Blackout since the man in charge of supplies is his partner in crime, the very best friend in the whole wide world. And sucker for sweet compliments which Eddie has in abundance.
