Hey, people! This is a fic based on this wonderful piece of art by @thetouchof118. I hope y'all enjoy this goofy, sweet fic! 🥰
Summary: Tommy Kinard gets a call from his good old friend Howie about a certain Evan "Buck" Buckley being terribly injured and in the hospital. Tommy... may or may not know that Evan's definitely not in the hospital, though.
“It’s Buck, Tommy,” said Howie worriedly, a siren blaring on the other side of the line, “He’s in the hospital. He’s injured. It’s not good, Tommy. It’s really not good. This could be – you should be here just in case.”
Tommy.
Blinked.
He.
Glanced down.
At Evan Buckley.
Looking up at Tommy.
His.
Mouth warm and admirably taking most of Tommy’s dick.
His hand.
Still doing little thigh massages for Tommy.
Evan.
Quirked an eyebrow.
Definitely curious now.
“You’re saying Ev – ” Tommy started, tripping over the word because, right, he wasn’t supposed to be calling Evan Evan right now, “Buck might be dying… ?”