Hey, people! Never thought I'd be writing a Buck 1.0/Recently Out Tommy fic, but here I am. And it's a multichapter fic 😂 It's based on this microfic. This is also for @bucktommyweek's prompt "Date Night" (it will get to date night, I swear). I hope y'all enjoy! 🥰
Summary: Tommy Kinard recently came out to the entirety of the 118 during a drinking night... only to take a month-long vacation. When he gets back, there's a new probie - Evan "Buck" Buckley. And Tommy is doing his damnedest not to have a crush on that straight guy.
Excerpt:
“Shit. He did it again! I can’t believe the probie did it again!” yelled Chimney as he rushed out of the locker room.
“He can’t be that far, let’s go!” said Hen as she ran to catch up with Chimney.
Tommy.
Had no fucking clue what was going on, but he was going to help.
“What?” asked Tommy, genuinely confused, “What did he do?”
“Fucker just stole the engine again for sex,” stage-whispered Chimney as he glanced up at the office to make sure Nash wasn’t watching them sprint outside, “He’s probably parked it somewhere nearby. Maybe if we find him quick, Bobby won’t notice.”
Sex.
He.
He was having sex in the engine?
“The probie is having sex where we work?” asked Tommy, a little horrified.
Thank you for your patience with me while I went through it. Thanks for those of you who reached out with best wishes for my puppers instead of pushing me to do things I was not capable of. You're all too sweet. He has Cushing's and things are relatively under control right now so life has calmed down.
Let's continue to bolster each other and lift each other up!
Here is the Day 1 Masterlist, Day 2 coming soon. Please comment if you have any questions or concerns.
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after by bibuckkinard
This Might Be The Wrong Thing by harborstationhottie. Rating: E.
Coffee by bucknerdycore. Rated: T
A Different Kind of Date Night by 911varietyposts. Rated: T
Fever Sure Has Got Me Good by blueabsinthe18. Rated: T
Tonight's Main Dish by spacewinter. Rated: T.
Take Me Higher by jamesandanthony. Rated: T.
I Guess You Beat Me To It by half-oz-eddie. Rated: T.
Flying High for Date Night by medieshanachie. Rated: T.
Lucky Strike by nine-one-wanton. Rated: T.
Two shadows starting to softly combine by aesthetictarlos. Rated: G.
Takeout and Makeout by flavored-soda. Rated: M.
Oh Daddy, my Daddy by anonymous. Rated: E.
Waiting for a Sign by kinardscake. Rated: T.
Pancakes and Kisses by frizzlenox. Rated: G.
Low Steaks by walkng-in-the-sun. Rated: T.
Tommy, Actually by fireburningonthedancefloor. Rated: T.
The taste of your lips (my idea of luxury) by mel-1399. Rated: G.
Date Night (Art) by tommyscurls
you got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby by aringofsalt. Rated: E
Right here, right here, right here at home by kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts (day 5 fill as well). Rated: T
Clay Wheels and No Ghosting by kinardsevan. Rated: G
give me something fun (so i can tell that you're the one) by gyraethere. Rated: M
All the Way Up to the Stars by desert--moonchild. Rated: G
my heart's an autoclave by bugboybuck. Rated: M.
quiet night in by drnathanielheywood. Rated: T
Safe in Our Arms by sweet-sammy-kisses. Rated: M
right from the start i knew by kinard-buckley. Rated: G
“God I hope so,” Tommy says with that smirk he doesn’t bother hiding behind his next sip of wine.
And Buck can’t help matching it with his own.
It quickly transforms into a full-blown smile he can barely keep in check. Or the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to erupt from within – relief that Bobby’s life doesn’t hang in the balance, contentment that for once there’s no emergency to rush to, rapture from carving out a moment for himself in the midst of it all.
There’s something else too. Some awareness he isn’t yet prepared to articulate, laced with an animalistic response in the pit of his belly that has little to do with the fact that he hasn’t touched his food yet.
“You do, don’t you?” He counters, piling more salad onto his plate to control his nerves. Doesn’t draw attention to the fact that his voice comes with a rasp.
Unfazed and impressed at the same time, Tommy arches an eyebrow over the rim of his glass. “It’s a shame to let the food you prepared go to waste,” he says with an affectation of candidness. Then, as a matter of fact, “Otherwise I’d show you.”
Gripping the wooden spoon like a lifeline, Buck almost chokes on empty air.
The words evolve into images in his mind, acquiring a life of their own and shooting straight down below the waistband of his pants. All the blood in his body seems adamant to keep up, and it’s a challenge not to expose his blatant excitement.
“There’s always room for dessert,” he retaliates.
In another scenario, he’d be proud of himself for a comeback, but his mouth is parched and Tommy’s lips are damp with traces of wine, shaping something that gets smothered by the white noise in Buck’s ears. And all he wants right then and there is to kiss Tommy senseless. To drag him upstairs and claim his front row in that auspicious show of naked bodies and not-fully-realised kinks. Or, fuck the bedroom. The table’s likely resilient enough to witness blasphemy or bear the brunt of two men’s carnal escapades.
The spoons slip from his hands as his erection twitches with interest, and he can’t pretend to care for the food anymore.
Buck swallows and blinks the image away. “How hungry are you?” He forces out. Or gasps , rather.
Tommy’s eyes flash with understanding. “Very,” he says, and he’s already disposed of his glass, having started folding his napkin with a look that suggests Buck’s in for a ride of his life.
Pouncing from one emergency to another is his second nature, but he’s never scrambled out of a chair any faster.
It’s not until after midnight that they finally share a plate of cold lasagna while sitting cross-legged side by side on the kitchen floor. There’s the same bottle of wine between them that they take turns drinking from between mouthfuls. The conversation veers from dredging up the past to the tentative plans for the future, and Buck can only imagine the solemn look on Tommy’s face softening in the half-light filtering through the window from the street lamp outside. He doesn’t need to see it to feel every shift resonating inside with the now-familiar pulse of awareness.
In the end, it’s less romantic than Buck has initially planned for their date night.
But with their bellies finally full, the bottle drained and the long day slowly making itself felt, he lets his head fall on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy props his cheek on the top, the hum of his voice a soothing melody.
And as Buck fights the sealing embrace of sleep, he can’t help thinking it’s better .
“Tommy!” Jee-Yun exclaimed as she walked her way across the bed, launching herself at Tommy, who quickly wrapped her up in his arms and tightly hugging her. “Did I get my dates mixed up? Was this a Jee night?”
OR: Date night takes a turn when Evan ends up babysitting Jee-Yun.
Ao3 Link: A Different Kind of Date Night - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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for @bucktommyweek prompt: Date Night
Tommy's used to being the one who takes his partners out on dates. He loves it, and he knows that people generally expect that of him - his statue and personality makes sure of that. Trust Evan to swipe him off his feet by taking him out on a date, so effortlessly charming and adorable, smashing through each of Tommy's insecurities (even though he doesn't know they exist). He knows this man will be the death of him
or buck takes tommy out on a date, and it's much better than their first one. there's softness, smitten tommy, and a lot of making out
Warnings: Mentions of death, injuries, blood, all that nasty stuff, panic attacks and anxiety
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley
Summary: Tommy's helicopter goes down and he is officially MIA for all of 17 hours. Buck panics until his lover is returned to him.
read on ao3 | heed the warnings and tags | posted for @bucktommyweek
“Mayday! Mayd–”
Pop.
“This is Firefighter Kinard.”
Hiss.
Crackle.
“Coming from…”
Pop.
“Crash-landing somewhere near…”
Crackle.
Hiss.
“RA units…ASAP.”
The line went dead. Static on the other end.
“Firefighter Kinard.”
More static.
“Kinard, do you read me?”
There was a click and then the line cut off with a shriek.
Firefighter Thomas Kinard was officially M.I.A.
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17 hours.
That’s how long it took to locate Tommy’s chopper and send help.
17 hours.
For nine of those hours, Buck was on shift, responding to calls and fighting fires, with his phone off and mostly away from him. He wasn’t even made aware of the situation until they got back from a call. The next shift was already there and clocked in, as the call ran over the end of the shift. They had all unloaded from the engine and ambulance, loading into the locker rooms to hit the showers and change.
Buck was talking with Eddie when Bobby came in and asked him to meet him in his office. At first he shrugged it off, thinking it was just something simple, something small about the shift like paperwork, but as he was making the short walk from the locker rooms, he started to spiral. It wasn’t until he was in the office with Bobby telling him to close the door that he really started to worry.
He had checked his phone after he got out of the shower, noticed a few missed calls from an unknown number. It wrote it off as spam, but as he heard the door click as it shut he started to think differently.
“So–uh–what’s up, Cap?” He asked.
“Buck, sit down.”
Bobby was sitting himself as he motioned to the chair across the desk. Slowly and reluctantly, he moved towards the chair.
“O-okay.” He mumbled as he sat down, rubbing his hands on his thighs.
Bobby paused for a second, looking down at his desk before folding his hands and looking back up to Buck.
“I got a call when we got back from the station.” He said.
“Um…okay? I’m not–I’m not really sure what that has to do with me.”
His hands went back to rubbing up and down his thighs, his leg bouncing. What was so important about this call? And why did Bobby feel the need to talk to him about it?
“It was from Harbour.”
Buck’s face fell. His movements stopped.
“Buck, Tommy is missing.”
There was a pause between the two of them. Bobby letting Buck process, and Buck trying to get his brain to stop moving at a mile a minute.
Buck spoke first, “How long?”
“Since 11:00 last night.”
“He’s been missing for nine hours?” He replied.
“Buck–”
“Nine hours?! And no one said anything to me?!” He was standing now, starting to pace as his voice raised in volume.
“We were on shift. You didn’t have your phone–”
“I–I know that we haven’t been…together long, but…” He trailed off. “Nine hours?”
“They tried calling your cell when we were on call. Dispatch told them we were out and they called me when we radioed that we were back at the station.”
Buck sighed, he was holding back tears. He sniffled before wiping his eyes.
“Do they–do they know anything? Are they…uh…close to finding him?”
He was looking away from Bobby, watching the ceiling and trying to focus on anything other than the man in front of him. He knew if looked towards Bobby he would see that pitiful look on his face, one full of worry and sadness. He couldn’t handle that look right now. He just couldn’t. It would just open up the floodgates and he needed to stay put together right now. Needed to focus on Tommy, doing what he could to help.
Bobby had moved from behind the desk, walking towards Buck, slowly. He continued to stare at the ceiling, keeping his eyes off of his Captain, until he felt Bobby’s hand on his shoulder.
“Buck.”
He shook his head.
“Buck, look at me.”
He brought his eyes down to meet Bobby, eyes welling with tears and biting his lip. He watched Bobby shake his head before he let himself break down.
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It was at hour fifteen that Buck really started to lose it. They had found Tommy and were going to get him now. Buck’s mind was racing of all the possibilities of what they would be walking into and what they would be bringing back. Every horrible call that he’s ever been on was coming back to him in waves, all the bad car wrecks and just how much damage they could do to a person. He couldn’t imagine what a helicopter crash could do.
Well, actually, he could imagine it.
He was imagining it.
And it was doing nothing to ease the panic he was currently feeling. His leg started to bounce more and he let his head fall as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a hand on his back as it started to rub circles into it.
“It’s gonna be okay, Buck-a-roo.” Athena mumbled as she pulled him in for a side hug.
He started crying again, silently letting the tears fall as he waited by his phone. He was waiting for a call from Bobby or Harbour or a hospital, really anyone that would have any information for where Tommy was and how he was doing.
He sat there, shaking and silently crying for the last two hours. Athena rubbing circles into his back and offering reassuring words. Hen had come over at one point, offering the same comfort, but she had to go home eventually. Chimney and Maddie were blowing up his phone with texts and when Buck didn’t respond they called Athena and Bobby to check on him. He overheard the conversations but he didn’t ask to speak with them, too much on his mind to try to get his mouth to form words.
It was 4:30 PM when his phone rang. It shook him out of his state. He snatched his phone off the table and answered it before it could get to a third ring.
“Hello?”
Athena offered to drive him, probably breaking too many traffic laws to count on one hand with Buck egging her on. He was grabbing the back of the driver and passenger’s seats, leaning forward and watching the road as Athena raced there. He would have started shouting our directions and orders if he wasn’t so focused on staying positive.
They told him that Tommy was alive.
Not only alive, but responsive.
And that’s all Buck could’ve asked for, all he needed.
Buck was out of the car and bursting through the hospital doors before Athena could stop the car. He didn’t wait up as he marched to the front desk.
“I’m here to see Tommy Kinard.”
His feet started moving before he even fully processed the room number he was given. He could hear footsteps following behind him, presumably Bobby and Athena. He grabbed the doorway as he entered the room to stabilize himself, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw his lover sitting up in the bed and alert.
“Evan?”
Buck nearly jumped his boyfriend at that, the only thing stopping him was seeing the state he was in. Tommy had one arm in a cast and a sling. His foot was in a cast and it was elevated on some pillows. His lip was cut deep enough to probably leave a nasty scar and he carried a matching cut on his forehead through his temple. From the once over, Buck assumed that it looked worse than it actually was. There were a lot of bandages and bruises, but Tommy was alert and whatever head trauma he faced didn’t seem bad enough to cause any amnesia.
Buck’s eyes welled with tears again, as he moved into the room. He reached out and grabbed his boyfriend’s face in between his hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss, resting their foreheads together when they pulled away.
“Thomas Kinard, don’t you ever do that to me again.” He let out in a half laugh, half hidden sob.
Tommy let out a breath of a laugh back before pressing a peck to Buck’s lips.
Evan smiled gently and threaded his fingers through Tommy’s. “You gonna show me your favorite movie or not?”
Tommy thinks that love actually is all around, and it might be right in front of him.
Read on AO3 Here or under the cut.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie,” Tommy shook his head incredulously as he queued up the film on Evan’s TV.
After their first date was interrupted by Eddie and a closet, and their second was disrupted by a wildfire and viral encephalitis, Tommy was excited to spend the night in, with a lower chance of it ending in calamity.
He lowered himself to the floor, settling onto the pile of pillows and blankets structured into a nest once the coffee table had been slid forward. (Because Evan didn’t have a couch. He didn’t have a couch. “Chris swears by the nest,” Evan had said, grinning brightly, “and that kid has slept in the pillow nest a lot, so I’d trust his opinion.”)
Tommy reluctantly admitted to himself that Chris was right; Evan’s lack of a couch was made up for by an extremely comfortable array of pillows and blankets.
“Hey!” Evan protested gaily as he emptied a bag of microwave popcorn into a large ceramic bowl. “There are plenty of movies I haven’t seen!”
“I guess that means I get to show them to you,” Tommy declared lightly, as Evan dropped onto the euro pillow next to him. “Though we’ll need to spend a lot of time together. I hope that won’t be a problem.”
Evan kicked out his legs and tossed popcorn into his mouth. “Spending time with you will never be a problem.”
Tommy’s breath hitched. Sitting next to Evan, dating him, still felt like a fever dream sometimes. Especially with how far Evan had come from their first date – nervously attending his first date with a man, to coming out to his entire social circle rather memorably, to “spending time with you will never be a problem.”
Evan smiled gently and threaded his fingers through Tommy’s. “You gonna show me your favorite movie or not?”
Tommy pressed play, and tried to focus on Hugh Grant’s voiceover, but it was nearly impossible with Evan’s presence next to him – his awareness of Evan, his racing heart, the familiar calluses of a firefighter pressed into his palm, the warmth of the length of Evan’s body seeping into his, the way he wanted to lean over and drown in Evan. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to just be with someone.
Evan choked on a popcorn kernel when Bill Nighy swore violently.
Tommy laughed boisterously, head tipped back.
“I was not expecting that,” Evan coughed. “What kind of movie is this?”
“It’s a visceral commentary on types of love,” Tommy stated wistfully.
“Types of love?”
“Romantic, unrequited, puppy, friendship, sexual, familial,” Tommy listed. “I think that’s why I like it so much,” he mused. “It’s a romcom between more than just a man and woman. Because I could never fully connect to the straight plotline.” Tommy blinked. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so… morose.”
“What are you apologizing for?” Evan wondered. “I want to learn everything about you. Even if it’s sometimes morose. I have plenty of tragedies in my past too.” He lifted their joined hands, and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s knuckles.
Tommy couldn’t help drawing Evan into a kiss. He was so incredibly lucky to be able to draw Evan into a kiss. (Their first kiss was easily one of the most terrifying moments of Tommy’s life – wondering if he’d mistaken Evan’s interest, if he was about to get punched – even compared to the Army and the worst of a firefighter’s calls.)
Evan’s lips were surprisingly soft, as always, and he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, his free hand rising to clutch at Tommy’s neck. His palm burned against Tommy’s skin. He licked his way into Tommy’s mouth, meeting no resistance to his relentless pressure.
Tommy was learning that Evan didn’t understand the word moderation – as was evident by the invitation to Evan’s sister’s wedding for their second date. Evan had no sense of patience, and craved immediate gratification.
It was surprisingly refreshing.
Tommy didn’t live that way. He walked through life like it was a marathon rather than a series of short sprints. Staying calm and collected was the best protection against outing himself for nearly two decades.
He was used to being grounded, but Evan made him want to soar.
There was just something about Evan. He made Tommy lose his composure, made Tommy falter, made Tommy desire him in ways Tommy never had before.
Tommy’s head spun from lack of oxygen, but he couldn’t bear to pull away; he wanted more. He grabbed Evan’s waist, fingers pushing up Evan’s shirt just enough for Tommy’s hand to press against Evan’s searing body warmth.
Evan’s short keen drowned out the sounds of the movie as he shifted, tugging Tommy’s weight onto him.
“You’re missing the movie,” Tommy murmured into Evan’s mouth.
“Then I have an excuse to have you come over again,” Evan said breathlessly.
“You don’t need an excuse, Evan,” Tommy chuckled lowly. “I want to be here.”
“Here as in my apartment? Or here as in here?” Evan slid the hand on Tommy’s neck slowly down his chest, running the pads of his fingers across the hills and valleys of Tommy’s muscles.
Tommy silently cursed the coarse fabric of his shirt and fought the urge to tear it in two just to feel Evan’s hand on him.
“I meant your apartment. But the place I really want to be” – Tommy raised their entangled hands overhead and leveraged Evan onto the blankets, pining Evan’s hand to the floor. He hovered over Evan – “is here.”
“I guess there’s a benefit to you not having a couch,” he mused.
“What?” Evan asked raspily, staring at Tommy’s mouth.
Tommy smirked under Evan’s attention. “There’s no risk of falling off the floor.” He brushed his lips gently over Evan’s then skimmed them down the column of Evan’s throat.
Evan tipped his head basing, further baring his neck for Tommy. His hands flitted across Tommy’s torso; they ran over Tommy’s shoulders, around his ribs, up his back, desperately pawing at him, anxious for more.
Everytime Evan attempted to advance their contact, Tommy would slow down, intently focusing on one area of Evan’s body, driving him mad with the trembling sensations until they both lost track of time.
Somehow, they ended up lying next to each other, exchanging slow, languid kisses, until the sounds of Love, Actually once more reached Tommy’s ears.
“We barely made it five minutes into the movie,” Tommy laughed incredulously, watching Alan Rickman struggle to purchase a present for his secretary.
“Yeah, I have no idea what’s happening,” Evan stated, brow adorably furrowed in confusion. He shrugged. “We’ll just have to try again. Are you free next week?”
“Yes. Is movie night going to turn into kissing again?” Tommy grinned, eyes shining brightly.
“I – maybe,” Evan admitted. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m not really a movie person and you’re kind of irresistible, so I’m much more focused on you.”
Tommy kissed him quickly.
“If you don’t watch movies, then why were you so excited for movie night?” he wondered.
“Because you were,” Evan stated simply. “I want to do things that you enjoy.”
Evan was not what Tommy expected when they first met – though first impressions aren’t completely reliable when they’re in the middle of flying a helicopter into a hurricane in search of a missing cruise ship containing personal contacts. Evan was so bright, and he was generous, and bold, and loving.
Tommy stumbled unexpectedly into something serious, and he really hoped he and Evan had a future.
Evan will say things like “spending time with you will never be a problem” and “I want to do things that you enjoy” that make Tommy believe Evan wants the same thing.
And Tommy thinks that love actually is all around, and it might be right in front of him.
