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Clingy Boyfriends

Well this WAS going up earlier but AO3 is down. 😡 So I'll just post it here for now, but it'll go up there EVENTUALLY. Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary day twenty-three: clingy boyfriends. AO3 link to go here eventually, and it's all here, too, because it's not even 900 words:

Tommy makes it all of twenty minutes in the garage before he's going inside and seeing what Evan is doing.

They've been living together for two weeks, have spent half of that time working, and Tommy's been trying to let Evan settle in. Even though he spent a lot of time at the house after they got back together, but still. He doesn't want Evan to feel like he's hovering.

But he just wants to see what he's up to. Maybe give him a kiss.

Evan is sitting on the floor having apparently gotten distracted while folding his laundry. Instead, he's chewing on his thumb and reading something on his phone. When Tommy is about to turn and creep back into the garage, his foot makes the hardwood creak, and Evan looks up with a smile.

“Hey!” he says, then looks down at all of the unfolded clothes.”I meant to be done already.”

Tommy shrugs and smiles, wandering closer to him. “No rush, I guess. Unless you had something else you wanted to do before dinner, and we just had lunch.”

Evan stretches one of his legs out and reaches a hand toward him as he gets closer. Tommy thinks he needs a hand up, but Evan tugs gently, and he's instead bending down for a kiss.

“No, just wanted to hang out with you,” Evan says, smiling and letting him go.

Tommy grabs the ottoman and sits it on the other side of the laundry basket. “Okay.”

As he helps Evan fold, Evan ends up scooting and shifting things so his shoulder is against the side of Tommy's knee. Once everything is done and set in the basket, he uses Tommy to get up, kissing him on the way. When he's stood up, Tommy grabs him around his thighs and rubs his face against Evan’s stomach.

“Wanna help me put stuff away?” Evan asks, carding his fingers through Tommy's hair.

Tommy lifts his shirt to kiss his happy trail. “Mm, or something.”

Evan laughs, and the sound makes Tommy smile. When he stands, he picks up the laundry basket and carries it to their room, setting it next to Evan’s dresser. He turns, and Evan backs him up against the bed.

“What about your laundry?” Tommy teases.

“It'll still be here,” Evan says, shrugging.

“So will I,” Tommy points out. “I live here.”

Evan grins and pushes him back on the bed. “So do I.”

Tommy reaches out and grabs him, pulling him down and kissing him. He smiles and nuzzles Evan’s jaw before nipping at it.

—

“Where'd you go?” Evan mumbles when Tommy slips back under the covers.

“Bathroom,” he replies, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and kissing his shoulder. He's warm from the afternoon sun and a post-sex nap. “Is that okay?”

“Mm-mm.” Evan rolls onto his back and kisses him. “No leaving.”

Tommy smiles and kisses his nose. “Okay.”

They stay in bed until they're both ready to get up, and then they're pulling on sweats. Tommy sits on the bed and plays Two Dots while Evan puts his clothes away. When he's done, he sits behind Tommy, chest pressed to his back, and reaches around to make a square.

“What do you wanna do now?” Evan asks.

“Mm, couch rot and snacks,” Tommy decides.

“Hell yeah.” He bites playfully at Tommy's trap. “Let's go.”

He realizes that by the time they're making dinner together, they haven't been more than a couple feet apart most of the day.

“I'm not hovering, right?” he wonders.

“No, I'm not being clingy, right?” Evan asks, his brows furrowing.

Tommy sets his knife down and scratches his stubble with a grin. “I think we both are.”

Evan smiles from where he's stirring what will be chicken and dumplings on the stovetop. “You know, Maddie said we basically act like we're conjoined when we go out with everyone. So I don't think that's, uh, new.”

When Tommy tips the cut up chicken into the pot, he presses against Evan’s back and watches him stir it in. “I don't think I've ever really been clingy before.”

“As someone who operates at a base level of clingy, it's better when it's reciprocated,” Evan says, tipping his head to the side as Tommy kisses his neck. “Maybe we're just, y'know, in love.”

Tommy grins and squeezes Evan’s pec through his shirt. “Speak for yourself, I'm in this for your body.”

Evan laughs and backs them up so he can grab the cookie scoop for the dough. When he does, he turns and hooks an arm around Tommy's neck. “Same. I'm also in this for my body.”

When Tommy grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him close with a growl, Evan laughs into their next kiss.

“I love you,” Tommy says, squeezing his ass. “In case that wasn't obvious.”

“Mm, I love you, too,” Evan replies, kissing him again. “Could be a little more obvious, though. Skywriting, billboard, some—”

Tommy cuts him off with a kiss before releasing him and grabbing the dumpling dough. He dutifully holds the bowl while Evan scoops it out and drops it into the stew.

It's not a job for two people, but it's nice to do it together.

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tommy’s not allowed to go on any more weekend trips without buck. @bucktommyfluffebruary

day four: clingy boyfriends ✈️⬇️

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bucktommy fluffebruary day one: two days ‘til we say we’re sorry 🪱

ok so. i had an idea for today’s @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt, day one: unconventional kisses, but. i don’t have the brain/physical spoons for a full fic, getting out my laptop, etc, so: here’s a very silly sort-of five facts about a bucktommy au 🤣 in which buck follows through on calling tommy after 8x11, with a variety of unconventional kisses!

below the cut, for length, and for a cracky interpretation of the “would you still love me if i was a worm” meme. 🪱 it may not be to everyone’s tastes; the theme is heavy on the parasites. but, you know, fluffy. 🪱 rated teen, no archive warnings apply. it’s just kinda a little weird (affectionate). title from “one week” by bnl, which to me is a very broken-up!bucktommy song. (also some nods in the narrative to the same.)

i. it’s chilly in the ambulance, even with four guys crammed into the back of the rig. buck tries not to shiver; that could compromise his task.

he breathes evenly as he continues pulling on the tapeworm, slowly, smoothly, so it doesn’t snap. his answer to why he knows so much about tapeworms is on the tip of his tongue—

“i don’t blame you, evan,” the tapeworm says sadly, tears gathering on the delicate lashes that shade its big slate blue eyes. “you were right to not have feelings for me. why would you? you’re you, and i’m—i know i’m not what you could want, not for forever. i’m a worm.”

“i’d still love you if you were a worm, tommy,” dream-buck promises, tugging the last few inches of worm-tommy free, even though—there’s no one left in the ambulance. they’re not even in the ambulance anymore. they’re in tommy’s backyard, if tommy’s backyard was made of sushi. “i’ll prove it to you.”

worm-tommy shakes his head and begins to turn away. “i was your first. not your last. no matter how badly i wanted to be. you told me you don’t have feelings for me. you have feelings for eddie.”

“that’s bullshit,” buck says, stomping his foot into a large glob of pea-green wasabi. “i’d rather kiss tapeworm-you than eddie. or anyone else, ever. i’ll prove it to you.”

buck leans in, and worm-tommy’s blue eyes cross as he watches him approach, and it’s strangely warm—

ii. buck wakes with a snort. he’s drooled all over his wrist and onto the sleeve of his hoodie. no wonder he’s chilly; he’s kicked off all his blankets, and he hadn’t bothered to turn the heat on before he went to bed.

1:36 AM.

this was decidedly not the best sleep he’s gotten in this place, even though he got all finished with the moving in yesterday and everything. his bed frame is assembled; his walls and windows aren’t bare; his kitchen tools all have a place; his living room is arranged in a way that makes sense; his bike and the rack are securely mounted once more. he should be settled, now that he’s resolved his unfinished business, yet the best night of sleep honors still goes to—

shit. tommy.

motivated by the urgency of the dream—he loves tommy, he would love tommy even if tommy was a worm, tommy doesn’t know this, tommy needs to know this as soon as possible—buck’s out the door and on the road in about four minutes flat.

iii. first he goes to harbor, where he learns that tommy absolutely did not have a shift to flee to, the liar. buck’s face aches with the magnitude of a smile that’s a minimum of 45% frustrated scream. what a shithead. buck wants to burrow under tommy’s skin. like a botfly maggot. donato takes one look at his drooled-on sweatshirt sleeve and ratty shorts even though it’s 50-something degrees fahrenheit and, oh, hey, mismatched socks in his slides, oops, and grumbles something under her breath before she sends him on his way.

iv. if buck had been more awake, he would have been less surprised to screech to a stop in front of tommy’s house and see the man himself sitting on the porch steps, haloed and shadowed in the contours of the warm porch light.

“evan, what’s wr—”

buck crosses the yard in about three strides. he reaches for tommy’s face and pulls him in for a kiss, and any fleeting thought that he should have done more than swish with mouthwash before he’d left is chased away with an overwhelming sense of rightness, of relief.

tommy pulls away with an agonized groan. “baby, i can’t—”

“i love you,” buck says, squeezing tommy’s ears as he lets the litany he rehearsed in the car go free. “i love you, tommy kinard. i would love you even if you were a worm, and i know that, because you were a worm in my dream tonight, and i kissed you anyway, because you were so sad, and i wanted to make you happy. i know what i said to you hurt you, and i’m so, so sorry. i was angry. but that doesn’t mean it was ok for me to lash out. i didn’t want you to leave. i never want you to leave.”

tommy lets the moment rest in suspension for a few beats, searching buck’s face with his eyes.

buck waits him out. the urgency that’s been driving him since he woke up has burned away, leaving a plea to get it right this time in its wake..

finally, tommy breaks the silence. “you really mean it,” he says lowly, the realization settling into the planes of his face.

buck nods. he wants to answer, but his throat clicks loudly when he swallows, and his tongue feels like a cactus in his mouth. the best he can offer is to smooth his hands down tommy’s arms. he weaves his fingers between tommy’s—wow, his hands are warm, his hands are always so warm—and squeezes gently.

“i don’t know if i can apologize enough, evan. i left because i was afraid of how much i could love you,” tommy admits hoarsely. “how much i—i do l-love you.” his lip wobbles.

buck gulps. this is gonna suck so much if this is just another dream, and he wakes up into a colder reality. “i—i’d hoped,” he offers.

tommy accepts, and buck isn’t sure if it’s his own relief or tommy’s that floods the kiss.

“you’re so strange, evan buckley,” tommy laughs fondly when they come up for air, “and i can’t seem to get enough of you.” he lifts buck’s hand and kisses his wrist, all the way down to the drool-damp sleeve of his sweatshirt. strange, when tommy says it, sounds like wonderful, lovable, wanted. “now, let’s go inside, and you can tell me all about this worm.”

v. as unconventional as their wedding turns out to be, tommy’s one insistence on tradition is a groom’s cake. (yes, he knows that any cake they have is a groom’s cake. just. let him have this.) and, because he was raised on steel magnolias, it has to be revolting.

he’s offended that no one but him and evan had a slice of the candied ginger cake in the shape of a tapeworm, with grey icing, obviously, that evan of course made himself.

oh, well. more cake for tommy.

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in the early light

For @bucktommyfluffebruary round 2! Day 6 - sunrise/sunset This one is just a small drabble (a little under 700 words) that you can read here or on AO3. I haven't been able to write as much as I wanted to for FluffFebruary but I really wanted to post this one. I hope you enjoy it! ♥

Between the Army and his career as a firefighter pilot, Tommy has lived through his share of sleepless nights.

None of them ever mattered quite like this.

Cora finally fell asleep in his arms about twenty minutes ago; her little body is finally relaxed, the frown in her beautiful face finally gone. Tommy hasn't moved since; he's still in the nursery rocking chair, and his eyes can't leave his baby girl's face.

It's been a rough night for her; she's been colicky, as her pediatrician softly explained to him and Evan. Nothing to worry about, she'd said, most babies go through that stage.

Everyone in their family had offered different advice for it. Athena told them that sugar water had done the trick when Harry was colicky (Evan was horrified at the thought of giving sugar to Cora before she was two, so that idea had been promptly scrapped). Bobby, with all his Minnesota wisdom, swore up and down that placing a red ribbon on her wrist would make it better (it did not). Hen explained the kind of massage they could do to soothe her upset tummy (that worked a little).

In the end, though, what worked best was having her in their arms, bouncing and soothing her until the colic decided to leave her alone. Even if his arms were aching and his feet were sore from pacing around the nursery by the time she settled.

Tommy didn't mind, though. Not if it meant Cora was comfortable, and safe, and resting.

He's still not used to the sheer amount of love this little girl brings out of him. He's not sure he's ever going to.

There's quiet shuffling of feet on the hall, and Evan enters the room, his curls unruly and his eyes still heavy with sleep. He's wearing Tommy's old Led Zeppeling T-shirt, and Tommy admits he's biased, but his husband looks stunning.

"Hey", Tommy greets quietly, checking if Cora woke up with her daddy's arrival, but she's still happily asleep in his arms. Satisfied, he turns back to Evan, playful accusation in his eyes. "I came to do this so you could rest, you know?"

Evan shrugs, entering the room fully and stopping by the rocking chair's side. An adoring smile takes over his face as he looks at Cora, and it doesn't change a bit when he looks at Tommy.

"I think the quiet woke me up; not used to it anymore", he teases, and Tommy chuckles slightly. "How long has she been asleep?", he asks, his tone more serious now.

"Almost half an hour", Tommy admits, one hand still patting Cora comfortingly. "I was going to take her to the crib, but…"

"I get it", Evan says, and makes no move to take Cora from Tommy's arms.

Silence falls over the room — the best kind. The one that's built from being comfortable around each other and appreciating the calm. Cora's curtains are open, and they can see in real time as the sky outside starts to change.

The dark blue gives way to an orange and pink hue, light slowly entering the nursery as if it's also afraid of waking Cora up. A warm ray of sun makes itself known on the floor, and Tommy sighs in contentment. He doesn't remember ever feeling so at peace.

"I love you two so much", he tells Evan, who smiles as bright as he did when Tommy said it for the first time, back when it was just the two of us and Cora was a dream in his heart.

"I love you too", he answers, kneeling in front of the rocking chair and pressing a gentle kiss to Tommy's lips, and the ghost of one to Cora's forehead. His lips don't actually touch her in fear of waking her up. "I love us"

Tommy doesn't answer; he doesn't need to. Evan rests his head on Tommy's thigh, right next to Cora's feet, and they watch the sunrise together.

It's definitely not Tommy's first sunrise. After all, he's had so many sleepless nights before.

Somehow, he's absolutely sure he won't ever forget this one.

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You Had Me at...

He didn't know why he was even still awake.

No, that was a lie.

He knew exactly why, but he also knew it was stupid and silly and completely outside the realm of possibility. He just hadn't been able to help himself.

He'd stayed up and watched the clock, waited as the minutes ticked by until it was officially Valentine's Day, and held his breath...

And then nothing.

He'd huffed out a laugh, telling himself he was more embarrassed than disappointed because honestly, what had he expected?

Evan to show up at the door to declare his love? To want to get back together?

To want him?

That wasn't Tommy's life. That was fantasy. The stuff of romcoms, not the real world.

Reality was getting into his ratty pajama pants and an ancient, worn-soft LAFD t-shirt (that still had a B and a U and a half-peeled Y on the back) and accepting the fact that he was once again alone for this stupid, fake holiday...that he absolutely loved.

Sighing, he made his way out to the kitchen and dug around in his freezer until he found the pint of cookie dough ice cream that Evan had left there and Tommy had been avoiding for the past three months. What was the point of leaving it? Evan was never coming back. It wasn't like he'd be there to get mad at Tommy for eating it and why let it go to waste?

He stood there, staring at the ice cream.

His therapist would have plenty to say about him struggling to let himself have things, but that was a problem for Tuesday Tommy.

...screw it.

He was eating the ice cream.

Tommy snatched the container out of the freezer and set it down on the counter, ignoring its accusing stare as he grabbed a spoon out of the drawer.

"This is for the best," he muttered. "I'm putting us both out of our misery, okay? We can't wait forever. He's never coming back."

He tapped the spoon against the lid, frowning when a faint knock sounded back.

"What the fu-"

The knock again, louder this time and clearly coming from the front door.

Tommy set the spoon down beside the ice cream, grabbed his phone, and crept down the hallway toward the door. He was still debating calling 911 when he caught sight of a familiar silhouette through the window and his heart stopped.

He'd know those curls anywhere.

Evan startled, hand still raised when Tommy whipped open the door.

"Shit," he said, eyes going wide. "I mean, not sh-not that, I just...I wasn't expecting you to answer so quickly and I'm still kind of working on what I'm going to say..."

"...did you want me to close the door and give you a minute?" Tommy asked after another weighted beat passed between them. He'd stand back in the hallway for as long as it took. As long as Evan needed.

"No!" Evan jolted forward, hand flexing like he was ready to catch it - as if Tommy would willingly close a door between them ever again. "I..."

Tommy waited, drinking in the sight of Evan as he fidgeted on the front porch. He itched to tug the lip free that he was chewing on, but he was equally afraid to touch him.

He didn't think he could bear it if this turned out to be a dream.

"I watched them all," Evan blurted out suddenly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, cheeks going red. "All of the movies I could remember from your shelves. T-the romance ones? And then Maddie recommended some more."

Tommy didn't know what to make of that. "Why-"

"Because everyone said I wasn't allowed to bake anymore," Evan said, as though that was a sentence that would clear things up. "But I had to do something, right? To stop myself from calling you every second that I was awake."

Wait, what?

"And I figured, if I couldn't stop thinking about you, then at least, I could maybe get inside your head and try to understand where we went wrong - where I went wrong," Evan barreled on like he wasn't completely upending Tommy's brain. "I watched them all and in every single one, ever single one, the couple has a fight and b-breaks up because, well, for all kinds of reasons, but it was because they were always missing what was right in front of them."

Evan took a deep, steadying breath, bracing himself on the doorframe. "I said a lot of stuff that night, but I missed saying the most important thing of all. I felt it, felt it so much it felt too big to say, but that was a mistake." He looked up, meeting Tommy's gaze with bright eyes.

"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I'm sorry I did everything backwards and managed to leap ahead all at the same time." Evan shook his head, blinking back tears as Tommy fought to hold back his own.

"I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that what I feel for you is real," he said "The most real and right thing I think I've ever felt in my life and I don't want to lose you. The last few months have been...I felt like I was missing a part of myself. Like my heart has been out there in the world without me and I've hated every minute of it."

"Please," Evan said, searching Tommy's face, hope threaded through every letter. "I know we have a lot we need to talk about, but can we - can we try again?"

Tommy took a shaky breath, still half-convinced he was about to wake up and have all of this ripped away from him.

"Please say something," Evan whispered, his shaky plea finally snapping Tommy into action.

He reached out to cup Evan's cheek, stroking a thumb against his skin as he leaned in. "You had me at 'shit'," Tommy said, a helpless smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

Evan's mouth dropped open as Tommy's words sank in. Relief warred against an extreme pout as he poked at Tommy's chest. "Did you seriously just Jerry Maguire me? I can't even-"

The rest of his protest was cut off when Tommy yanked him inside the house for a searing kiss, kicking the door shut behind them.

"I love you too," Tommy murmured against Evan's lips as he pressed him into the wall. He tried to get the apology he'd been agonizing over for the last three months out between kisses. "I'm sorry I ran. I got scared and stupid and I want this. Want you. Want everything."

Evan groaned, grabbing at him as he gave back as good as he got, kissing every part of Tommy he could reach without letting him move an inch out of his arms.

"Stay," Tommy gasped when they finally broke apart for air. "Please stay and just sleep beside me and we can talk properly in the morning?" He wasn't prepared to let Evan out of his sight any time soon.

"Try and get rid of me," Evan said with a little laugh as he rested his forehead against Tommy's. They kissed once more, softly, knowing they had time now. Letting out a happy sigh, Evan dropped a tiny peck on the end of Tommy's nose before releasing him and moving toward the kitchen.

Tommy went to lock the door, freezing when Evan let out a garbled noise of outrage.

"Is this my ice cream?"

Biting back a grin, Tommy headed toward Evan and his continuing grumbles...

And let his grin actually spread when he rounded the corner to find Evan standing there, holding out a second spoon.

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Take me home

Day one of the @bucktommyfluffebruary - prompt ‘non sexual intimacy’

Notes: established relationship | words: 938 | rated: G

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Tommy doesn’t sit down on the bench as much as he collapses vaguely in its direction. He blinks slowly, eyes gritty with exhaustion. He gives up and just closes them, head tipped back against his locker. He can feel sleep pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He just wants to be able to click his fingers and be at home. He does not want to have to drive there.

The door to the locker room clangs as someone leaves and Tommy jerks upright. The fogginess of near sleep clouding his vision. Maybe driving would not be such a great idea. He twists and fumbles open the door of his locker, retrieving his phone. He scrubs his face with his palms and tries to concentrate long enough to find the right contact. He returns to his previous position, head tipped back on his locker, eyes closed as he listens to the phone ring.

“Hey love, everything okay?”

“Mmmm.” He tries to summon the energy to form real words.

“Bad shift?” Concern edges into Evan’s voice.

“No” Tommy can hear the roughness in his own voice. “Just long, didn’t get much sleep. Would you-” he falters momentarily, the feeling that he’s asking too much raising its head. He pushes it down, they’ve talked about this. “Would you come and pick me up? I don’t think me driving is a great idea right now.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” He can hear some movement on the other end of the phone as Evan moves through the house. Through their house. A smile pulls at Tommy’s lips at the thought.

“Give me twenty and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The phone clicks off and Tommy is left in silence again. He takes a deep breath and feels himself relax, he settles in to wait for Evan.

——-

What feels like moments later, there is a gentle hand on his shoulder. Tommy blinks awake, sluggishly sits up, his back protesting the position he had let himself stay in for the last twenty minutes.

Evan’s smile is as bright as ever as he looks up from where he is crouched down in front of Tommy.

“Hey love.”

“Hey.”

Evan is fiddling with something on the floor, Tommy feels his legs being gently moved around. He tilts forwards and realises that Evan is untying his boots, carefully taking them off and setting them aside. Tommy groans, he’s still in his flight suit, the thought of having to get dressed feels vaguely overwhelming. He lifts his arms and fumbles with the poppers. His movements are slow and uncoordinated, the tiny metal clasp proving much more difficult than it should. Evan is there immediately, gently pushing his hands aside and releasing the poppers.

“It’s okay, let me do it.”

Evan slides his hands under the shoulders of the suit and frees Tommy’s arms, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone as he goes.

Tommy leans into him, presses their cheeks together for a moment. It feels nice, to be taken care of. He’s not happy they broke up, all that time ago, but he can’t help but be grateful for the things it brought about. He’s always been so afraid of letting himself be known, be vulnerable but here, in this moment, he’s grateful for having broken through that barrier. Allowing himself to be so completely seen by Evan, it feels so beautifully intimate.

He is pulled from his thoughts by a gentle tap on his elbow,

“Lift your arms up for me, let’s get you into some clean clothes.”

Evan reaches over the top of him and pulls his bag out of the locker. Rummages through and pulls free a new set of clothes.

Before he knows it he is being pulled up off the bench, sweat pants secured around his waist. He lets himself fall into the crook of Evan’s neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into the soft skin there.

A hand runs up his back, holds him close.

“No problem darling, I’m always going to be here to help.”

Warmth stirs up in Tommy’s chest as he lets himself be guided out of the door.

——-

As they approach the jeep, Evan starts to rummage around in the bag over his shoulder, it’s awkward given that his other arm is being used to keep Tommy from sliding down onto the floor. He eyes the concrete, he could sleep there, it would probably be fine.

“Where are your keys?”

Tommy frowns,

“They are in the side pocket. I’m exhausted Evan, not drunk, you don’t have to confiscate them.”

Evan laughs, the sound is nice, drifting through Tommy’s ever slowing thoughts.

“I’m driving you home remember?”

Tommys sluggish mind fails to process what Evan is saying.

“But then you’ll have to leave your car here.”

Evan chuckles again. He is increasingly aware that Tommy looks like he’s about to collapse. But he can’t help but take a moment to look at his boyfriend, brows scrunched down adorably, trying to figure through Evan’s words.

Evan pulls out the keys and guides Tommy round to the passenger door. He opens it and helps Tommy in, who is, by this point, a bundle of uncoordinated limbs.

He smiles patiently as Tommy gets comfortable.

“My car is at home, I took an uber here, I am going to drive your car home. Then both of our cars will be at home.”

“Oh.”

Evan chuckles, Tommy is hardly awake anymore, his head dropping to rest on his shoulder.

Evan runs his fingers gently through his hair, presses a feather light kiss to his cheek

“Let’s get you home.”

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Gentleman

day 8 for @bucktommyfluffebruary

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It's Buck's first time making out with a guy and his entire being is buzzing. Tommy is busy kissing and licking his neck, hands up the back of his sweater, his heavy weight anchoring Buck to the here and now, his hot body pliant and yielding to Buck's touch.

For the first time in a very long time, Buck is not fully confident of what he's doing. The scrape of beard stubble on skin is so novel to him that he loses himself to the sensation, and he keeps hearing tiny high-pitched sounds escape from his mouth that he doesn't even know he could make.

"All good?" Tommy whispers, pulling back slightly, his lips red and wet and delectable. Buck wraps a hand around his boyfriend's neck and tugs him down for a kiss. The press of Tommy's nose into his cheek and the slide of their tongues together are familiar yet different; he skims his hand over Tommy's jaw and arches his hips upwards, instinctively seeking something.

He gasps when he feels it, and then he wraps a long leg around Tommy's waist to pull him down, press that delicious hardness against himself.

"Baby," Tommy groans into Buck's neck. "I'm trying to be a gentleman."

Buck smiles and rocks his hips up rhythmically. "I'm not looking for a gentleman."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Buck replies. He works out the placement of their limbs and somehow manages to flip them over. "I think gentlemen are overrated." He leans down and bites Tommy's cleft playfully. "Feel free to be extremely ungentlemanly with me."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. His big hands slide to Buck's waist, and then his thick fingers slip under Buck's waistband. "You are full of surprises, baby."

Buck digs his nose into the softness under Tommy's jaw. "I'm sure you can surprise me too." Rolling his hips, he murmurs, "Starting with showing me what's in your pants."

"You're incorrigible," laughs Tommy, and pulls off Buck's sweater in one rough yank. Buck yelps, delighted. "Ungentlemanly it is."

[whenshewrites]

I friggin finally wrote something. For the flowers prompt for @bucktommyfluffebruary

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Buck ran a finger across the plump, velvety petals of the inky red rose. He had never seen such dark roses. These ones swirled, turning each bud into its own little galaxy; when the light hit them they seemed to sparkle with little stars.

“Beautiful, right?” asked a warm voice.

Buck pulled his eyes away from the bouquet and back into the sunny farmer’s market stall. The woman speaking to him sat behind a table overflowing with flowers. Her face crinkled as she smiled up at him. “They’re a custom variety. I developed them myself.”

“Wow,” Buck said, eyes shifting back to the roses. They were mesmerizing.

“Are they for someone special?”

“Yeah,” Buck fumbled for his wallet. “Here.”

She handed his card back to him as Tommy wandered into the stall, touched his hand to the small of Buck’s back. “Those are beautiful,” Tommy said.

“Here,” Buck said, offering the bouquet up to him. “I got them for you.”

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Thank you @chemistry66 for the poke