I think part of my similar feelings for Ravi’s “because you needed it” and Tommy’s “and for you/not without feeding you” lines is just they’re the only two people in this show lately that even seem to pick up on Buck struggling. Like they’re the only two that actually care about Buck.
sarah does kinktober -> day twenty-five / twenty-six
impact play / cuckolding
bucktommy / bucktommyravi | e | 1.5k words | on ao3
"Fuck, you feel so good."
Tommy's back was arched prettily, perfect ass high in the air, face pressed into the sheets and turned to the side just enough that his moans filled the room. Buck could see a drop of sweat trickling down the dip of his back, and he'd give anything to reach out and touch, to lick it up and trace his spine with his tongue, but—
"God, right there, Ravi, please—"
But Tommy was getting railed within an inch of his life three feet away, and all Buck could do was sit there and watch.
He'd done this to himself, really; after a few too many shots one night, he'd gotten a little too growly at some guy in a bar who wouldn't leave Tommy alone, and Ravi—also a little tipsy—had made a joke about needing to fear for his own ankles. But where that joke from most other people had gotten really old, really fast, something about the combination of tequila in his system, Ravi looking hot as hell under the dim bar lights—he had eyes, sue him—and Tommy, equal parts taken aback and cautiously intrigued, made Buck pause and think instead of immediately finding a way to retort.
For a moment, they'd all sat in silence, staring at each other, all flushing with alcohol and heat, before Tommy had finally spoken.
"Maybe we talk about this when we're sober, yeah?"
That had broken the tense silence, and they'd all laughed. Buck had honestly expected them all to forget about it, or at least never mention it again, but then Tommy had teased him about it at breakfast the next day. Had pinned him down later that night, fucked him into the mattress while talking about all the ways some guy—not using Ravi's name, but Buck knew exactly who he meant—could take him apart while Buck was made to watch.
And then Ravi had locked eyes with him at the start of their next shift, and he'd flushed again, and he'd known.
And then Ravi and Tommy had started texting.
They already did, of course, Ravi had become one of their closest friends over the year and a half since they'd officially gotten back together. But Buck could tell now when Tommy was texting Ravi in a friendly capacity and when they were planning. He didn't hide his phone, exactly; he'd told Buck he could look, but that it would ruin the surprise, and of course Buck didn't want that. So he suffered in silence for a few days, burning with curiosity and an ever-present thrum of horniness every time he noticed Tommy peering at his phone with that expression on his face.
Every so often he'd ask Buck a question about boundaries, peppered into conversation so that Buck barely noticed the significance until later, but he never fully gave anything away.
And then came the day that Tommy drove him to work, told him not to make any plans afterwards, and that he'd be back to pick him up.
He spent the whole day wondering why, until he was getting ready to leave and Ravi headed out the door with him. They chatted for a few minutes before Tommy pulled up, waving with a grin, but when Buck got in, expecting Ravi to head off to his own car, he just hopped right in the back.
"Wait, tonight?" Buck asked excitedly.
"Told you he didn't suspect a thing," Tommy told Ravi, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
"This is going to be fun."
They refused to tell him anything else. Ravi and Buck showered off separately, and when Buck came out of the bathroom, it was to see Tommy laid out on the bed, opening himself up, and Ravi setting up some sort of rope contraption at the end of the bed.
Before long, Buck found himself sitting at the end of it, facing the top with his back against the footboard, arms secured to the frame on either side. He was close enough that Tommy could lean up and kiss him, close enough that he could see every single detail as Ravi manhandled Tommy into place. He got to watch as Ravi slid two slim fingers, then a third, inside Tommy's hole. As Tommy's eyes fluttered shut, as he fucked himself back onto Ravi's fingers, cock leaking onto the blanket below him.
Buck could see Tommy melt into it as Ravi toyed around his rim with a fourth, not necessary—Tommy's fingers were thick—but Tommy loved the extra stimulation. It was enough to make him start begging, pleading for Ravi to just fuck him already, and he obliged, sliding right in before Buck could even really get a good look.
Ravi set a steady, punishing pace right away, driving Tommy down the mattress until his head was buried in the blankets between Buck's spread knees, though he pulled back before Buck could get any kind of stimulation on his own neglected cock.
That made a whole different type of envy burn in his body, and he couldn't help but whine in frustration, his hips bucking uselessly.
"Aww, are you not getting any attention?" Ravi said, an edge of condescension in his voice. "You want someone to touch you?"
"Yeah," Buck admitted. He ached to touch, too—whether Tommy or Ravi, he wasn't quite sure; probably both—but Ravi knew his knots. His hands weren't going anywhere.
"Alright," Ravi said, and Buck felt a fleeting lick of hope before he continued with a smirk, "beg me, then."
"Please," he obeyed immediately. "Please, Rav, lemme touch, I can't stand it—"
"Nope. Not for that." Ravi nodded down towards Tommy, who turned his head to look up at Buck with a teasing glint in his eye. "Beg me to fuck him, Buck. Tell me how to get him off. The sooner he comes, the sooner you come."
"Fuck," Buck swore. Evil. Ravi was evil.
"C'mon baby," Tommy urged.
"I hate you both so much," Buck informed them, then groaned as Ravi's hips slowed and Tommy started to pout. "Okay, jeez, sorry—faster. The way you were. He likes it fast and hard, he's needy like that—"
Tommy moaned as Ravi pumped his hips faster again, and Buck grinned.
"You can't touch his dick too soon, or he gets overstimulated," he continued. "But it's really easy to work him up. Play with his rim, sometimes he can take an extra finger, or—or spank him. I've been trying to get him to come just from that."
A sharp crack filled the air, swiftly followed by a second, and red handprints bloomed across Tommy's ass.
"Like that?" Ravi asked, as Tommy gasped.
"Yeah," Buck said breathlessly. "Keep going. Not too close together, keep him guessing."
Ravi followed his instructions, somehow keeping his thrusts steady even as he laid more smacks across Tommy's ass, alternating sides and changing the tempo every time Tommy tried to predict when one was coming. He was writhing before long, fingers digging into the sheets, breathy little moans falling from his lips in a pitch that Buck would recognize anywhere.
"He's getting close," he told Ravi. "Jerk him off, nice and slow."
Ravi nodded, sliding an arm under Tommy's chest and pulling him up on his knees, putting his body on display. Tommy let his head drop back as Ravi wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping slowly just as Buck had told him to, but not quite getting there.
"Tighter around the head. And a little faster as he gets closer."
He followed Buck's instructions to the letter, and soon enough, Tommy's body started to tense up.
"There you go, baby," Buck murmured.
"Come for us," Ravi added softly, right in Tommy's ear. He shuddered, his entire body shaking against Ravi's hold, as he started to come, spilling all over Ravi's hand.
Wordlessly, Ravi grabbed the end of the rope he'd left within his reach, tugging sharply, and Buck's restraints unravelled immediately. He held out his hand and Buck lunged forward, cleaning Tommy's come from Ravi's hand with his tongue. Tommy panted, catching his breath as he watched, then turned his head to whisper in Ravi's ear.
He laughed. "Alright, Tommy, you've earned it."
With a feral grin, Tommy tackled Buck back against the end of the bed, swallowing his cock down in one go.
"Oh fuck," Buck swore. He hadn't realized just how worked up he'd gotten until he finally got the stimulation he'd been craving, but now that he had it, he was teetering dangerously close to the edge. But Ravi was moving again, fucking into Tommy's hole, rhythm gone as he chased his own release. Buck closed his eyes, slid his fingers into Tommy's hair, and let it happen, flooding Tommy's mouth as Ravi grunted behind him.
Tommy flopped back down onto the mattress as they all caught their breath, chuckling to himself as Buck and Ravi both wormed their way into either side of him.
Another week of spreading joy with Ship Sweets has passed, and we are now in our final week of deliveries. Don't forget to get your orders in by Thursday 11 PM EST. (The deadline has been slightly extended to give everyone one last chance before the form is closed)
But until then! The fun isn't over just yet. Tommy, Buck and Ravi are having a fantastic time baking together (and tasting these sweet treats, of course!)
The comedic potential of Buck thinking Tommy’s cheating on him, but he’s actually just playing frisbee golf without him because Ravi doesn’t want to invite him.
It ends with Buck showing up and breaking Ravi’s ankle.
anon you're on point with this!
I can picture tommy in the middle of it all, ravi on one side like "please don't bring buck" and buck on the other like "but we're not hiding things from one another, who are you going with?" because tommy couldn't make up a cover properly
buck either breaks his ankle or injures his throat from throwing the frisbee at him
