9-1-1 & 9-1-1: Nashville | Blue Bennings/Evan Buckley
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Post-episode: s01e12 Spirit of the Games | Flirting | Hook-Up | Workplace Sex | Hand Jobs | Blow Jobs | Evan Buckley is not over Tommy Kinard
"You did good today though," Buck says, turning to him and allowing a flirty grin to tug at his lips; he'd seen the way Blue had been looking at him all day, seen the way his eyes had lingered on his arms as he'd hefted the ladder in training, on his throat as he'd downed a bottle of water after.
On his lips now.
"Thanks, Hollywood." Blue's grin widens, pleased, and Buck can't help himself.
"For a nepo baby," he adds, laughing and holding up his hands in surrender when Blue swats at his arm, mock offense on his face. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I mean it, you did good." He lets his gaze wander, and not subtly; flirting was something he'd always been good at—always enjoyed—and it turned out there wasn't all that much difference between flirting with women and flirting with guys. He smirks, tilting his head playfully. "The way you handled that baton…"
Blue laughs, a light pink blush dusting across his cheeks as he meets Buck's gaze. His voice is low, his accent deliciously husky when he says, "maybe I could give you a, uh, private demonstration before you leave Nashville?"
cadet/instructor role play, oral sex, anal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms
“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.”
