I was tagged by @chimneyschewinggum and @sad-girl-hours23, so here is some more of the next chapter of I'm Where the Spiders Go.
“I guess I should probably get out of your hair,” Evan comments, setting his chopsticks on his plate, food barely touched.
Biting the inside of his lip, Tommy decides he doesn’t like that idea. “You have a spare uniform, right?”
Evan’s eyes cut to him, wide with confusion. He doesn’t speak though, waiting for Tommy to say something more.
The want is there; the desire to tell Evan to stay the night, to take up space, to be more to Tommy. Evan as he acknowledges it, he knows it’s not fair. He won’t ask for more if he’s going to force Evan to hide away. Friends keeps the boundaries clear, and make it easier for either of them to step away when this thing between them is starved of affection and inevitably runs its course.
“You mentioned putting a pin in our earlier activities,” Tommy points out instead, the grin on his face just shy of a leer.
“You want to?” Evan asks, demeanor shifting from kicked puppy to eager minx like a switch has been flipped.
Tommy just raises an eyebrow in response, reminding Evan he wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t want to.
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5 facts AU: Buck just left Maddie's apartment after he finds out about Daniel and goes home in very bad state. His boyfriend(s) learn the dark Buckley family lore and comfort him. (Bonus points if there is a confrontation with the parents.)
So, I'm filling this for some unspecified time frame in the universe of I'm Where the Spiders Go. If you haven't/don't want to read that, Buck was assigned to the 122 when he was a probie.
1) To say the dinner with the the Buckley's was a disaster is an understatement. Buck has gone solo because Margret and Philip insisted they didn't want to overshadow Maddie's happy news by meeting Buck's new... partner. And it's fine. The Buckleys are good people, just not good parents. Buck doesn’t need their stamp of approval to know Tommy is his person. So he braves the dinner alone, and its fine. It fine, almost normal, even, until they're bring out the Baby Box and shit hits the fan.
2) Buck comes home early from the dinner practically vibrating with energy, refusing to talk about it. He's on Tommy as soon as he's through the door, and they've been trying, God have they been trying, to avoid using sex to hide from their issues - talking to Dr. Copeland has helped, but this feels different. This isnt hiding from their issues. This is Buck needing to feel loved, wanted, cherished, and THAT is something Tommy can give to him.
3) The next morning, they talk about it, how Maddie was 9 years older than him, and he obviously wasn't planned. He'd always felt like an afterthought, always fighting for attention. Tommy promises Buck will never have to feel that way again, because Tommy will always have his back.
4) Tommy is hanging out with Sal when Buck finds out about Daniel. Buck shows up at Sal and Gina's place, and he doesnt even remember driving there. Somehow, it comes out that that Buckley's are so much worse than Tommy or Sal thought, because it turns out Buck was planned, down to his exact genetic makeup, and he still wasn't wanted. Tommy is ready to go full nuclear on the Buck's family. Sal's ready to track down where their staying for... reasons. Gina manages to talk them down because right now, in this moment, Buck just needs their support.
5) Buck still gets himself stuck trying to rescue the one worker in thr factory fire. Both the 118 and 122 are there to help pull him out. When Philip and Margaret arrive at the 122 to try to talk to Buck, they finds Captain Deluca ready to act as guard dog for his firefighter. The Buckley's wrongly assume this is Buck's boyfriend, and say some disparaging things about the obvious power dynamics thay Buck has the misfortune of overhearing. Buck then comes to his own defense and sets firm boundaries around how and when he'll engage with them again.
Bonus: Maria calls Tommy to come to the station because she figures Buck is going to want some extra support. Tommy shows up and takes Buck to the roof so they have some space and let's Buck vent. Buck mentions again that he's never anyone's first choice and Tommy tells him, "You'll always be mine," and hands over a plain, gold band.
I was tagged by @chimneyschewinggum, @thecarrott, and @paperyowl today. This is neither #freeevanbuckley2026 crash-out or fluffy (because I haven't gotten there yet). Instead, have some more of the next Chapter of I'm Where the Spiders Go.
“If you’re hungry, I can heat one of these up,” Evan tells him, holding up the cooler bag to make it obvious what he’s talking about. He seems a lot more awake than he did on the doorstep, ready to talk a mile a minute again. “Gina came by the station to help us prep everything, but they’re going to take at least thirty minutes to heat up.”
“I’m not really hungry,” Tommy replies, the last two days finally catching up to him. For all that he invited Evan in, wants him around, he just wants the noise to stop.
The comment is so soft spoken it barely seems to register for Evan. He heads to the kitchen and starts to unload the cooler in to the fridge. “Gina said the lasagna needs to be in the oven for at least an hour, but that the pasta bake can be reheated for about 20 minutes if you want. Or, it looks like you have enough stuff in your fridge to make soup if you have some broth. I can probably manage that if you wanted to take a shower, or lie down for a minute.”
“Damn it, Evan! I said I wasn’t hungry!” It’s not a yell, but Tommy’s voice is raised enough to freeze Evan where he’s standing in front of the double door fridge. He folds in on himself, shoulders rounding, making himself look impossibly small in the LAFD issue hoodie he’s wearing.
Fuck, he’s an asshole.
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Sazzy, here's some more Spiders for the Make Me Write. I managed to get down almost 700 words for Spidersyesterday, but then decided to be social IRL, so didn't post anything.
Tommy locks the door behind them as they leave the house, but doesn't offer more than a quiet, "See you around" before climbing into his own truck and pulling out of the driveway. Buck stands outside his jeep, brain not fully registering what's just happened. His emotions have run the gamut in the last twenty-four hours, and despite feeling like they'd come to some kind of understanding last night, Tommy's departure has him feeling like he's been cut adrift.
He can't think of that now, though. For the first time in four months he's late for his shift.
Thanks to @bluroux and @thecarrott for giving this a read through and helping me out on this chapter.
Summary: Tommy doesn't take the step to transfer to Harbor Station. Without a vacant spot at the 118, Buck is hired on to the 122 instead. How do things change without the influence of the 118 on Buck's early career, and how does Tommy handle remaining in the closet.
Chapter 18 Summary - Following the plane crash, Tommy and Buck spend the day together, and talk a little about what's going on between them.
Chapter 18 - Strength in Differences - 5461 Words - Chapter rating: E - Overall rating: E
Evan falls asleep on him, head pillowed on Tommy’s chest, arm thrown over his waist. It’s clear the call had taken a lot out of Evan, and the kid deservedly needs rest. Curling an arm around Evan, Tommy holds him close, like he’ll be able to protect him from the rest of the world.
Seeing him sleeping, Evan looks so goddamn young, and for a moment Tommy worries that he should really be protecting Evan from himself. Evan is still learning the job and figuring things out. The last thing Evan needs is to have someone taking advantage of him because they don’t want to deal with their own issues. He’d promised Evan breakfast and they’d ended up in bed. Evan didn’t need that in his life.
Though the way Evan had climbed into his lap when they’d finally hit the bed would argue otherwise.
Snuffling, Evan nestles in more closely against Tommy, leg sliding over to trap Tommy beneath him. Tommy lets his hand rest possessively on Evan’s bare hip. For a moment, he can pretend that this was more than two people chasing away their demons; that he’s out and comfortable with himself, and he gets to spend every morning like this.
It’s a nice pipe dream. One he indulges, pressing a kiss to the birthmark on Evan’s brow.
Letting his eyes slip closed, Tommy figures a short catnap won’t mess up his sleep schedule too much. He drifts off, holding Evan close.
It doesn’t feel like he’s gotten any sleep when the sound of Evan’s phone ringing wakes him up again. The kid is dead to the world, mouth open, little huffing breaths pressed against Tommy’s chest, but Tommy jerks awake at the sound, startling him. Evan only tries to burrow deeper into Tommy to avoid the noise, but Tommy is wide awake, heartbeat pounding in his ears.
“Evan,” he grumbles, pushing at Evan to get him to wake up. It doesn’t work, Evan trying to curl smaller into him. Tommy shoves hard enough to startle Evan awake, and Evan roles onto his side and almost off the bed, legs trapped in a tangle of sheets. Tommy winces when Evan hits the ground with a muffled oomph.
The phone stops ringing before Evan is able to pull it out of his pants pocket, and Tommy lays back on the bed, one arm thrown across his eyes to block out the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. The sound of Evan digging through his clothes makes him sit up, though.
The kid is beautiful, late morning sunlight highlighting lean muscle and smooth skin. There’s bruises on his hips from where Tommy’s fingers had gripped too hard. He pushes away the guilt at the sight because Evan didn’t have any complaints – and because he likes seeing his marks on Evan’s otherwise unblemished skin.
Letting out a little noise of triumph when he finally frees his phone from his pants pocket, Evan sits back naked on his heels and looks at the missed call. A frown passes over his face when he sees who’s called, and then his thumbs fly over the screen typing out a text response.
“Everything alright?” Tommy asks, propped up on one elbow, watching Evan with a faint smile. He likes having Evan in his space.
Turning his head, Evan looks back over his shoulder and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I ah… I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch. After the call yesterday I forgot.”
“Do you want to try and make it?” Tommy offers, knowing it’s empty. They reek of sex, and Evan looks deliciously rumpled. Evan would definitely need a shower before heading out, and Tommy’s pretty certain he wouldn’t be able to resist joining him, especially not after memories of last time he’d shared a shower with Evan bubble to the surface.
Evan shakes his head, then turns back to the phone in hand when another text comes through. Reading it, Evan’s fingers stay still, not responding. Instead he stands and sets the phone on the side table next to the bed. “I suggested we reschedule, but she… um… she didn’t really seem interested.”
A wave of ugly jealousy passes over Tommy. Something about the way Evan says it makes him feel like it’s not just some friend. From Sal’s stories he’s aware the kid is at least bisexual, and they’ve agreed that things between them are casual, but Tommy finds he doesn’t like the idea of someone else touching Evan. He swallows down the feelings, reminds himself it’s irrational. Instead, Tommy relaxes back onto the bed, and looks at the ceiling. He’s not looking at Evan when he says, with complete honesty, “Her loss.”
He feels the bed shift beside him, and then Tommy’s got Evan throwing a leg over him to straddle his lap. He grins up at Evan when Evan sits himself back on Tommy’s thighs, cock starting to harden between his legs. Tommy’s own cock gives an interested twitch as his hands come up to grip Evan’s hips.
“Definitely my gain,” Evan replies, licking his lips as his eyes scan up and down Tommy’s body.
They haven’t had a chance to fuck in this position, and the view is delightful. Before they can get anywhere, though, both of their stomachs release twin rumbles. Tommy’s body is definitely protesting the fact that the only food he’s eaten since the leftovers at the station was a sad protein bar in the parking lot. An embarrassed flush fills Evan’s delightfully expressive face, like his body is betraying him with the need for sustenance. Tommy just laughs in response.
“Maybe put a pin in this idea,” Tommy tells him, helping Evan climb off of him before rolling to the other side to get out of bed. “I did promise you breakfast. I think it still counts if we make it a late brunch.”
“As long as we put a pin in it,” Evan agrees, cheeks still flush, eyes still fixed on Tommy’s body and the way his cock is hanging, slightly filled, between his legs when he stands. “I uh… I really want to ride you.”
Tommy nearly chokes on his own spit at the blatant request. The mental image of Evan straddling him, long legs bracketing his thighs, as he bounces up and down… It’s enough to make him want to skip breakfast. “Yeah? We can definitely do that.”
It feels fortuitous that there’s a king size bed between them; Tommy’s fairly certain it’s the only thing stopping Evan from pinning him to the bed to have his way. Despite the hunger pangs in his stomach, Tommy wouldn’t fight him on it.
Slipping into his loose lounge pants, Tommy watches with hungry eyes as Evan hops one footed into his discarded boxers, then throws on his sleeveless undershirt. Evan clearly covers himself under the pretense of modesty, but he in no way looks decent.
It takes conscious mental effort for Tommy to force himself to turn around and head out of the bedroom. Evan is quick to follow behind him, and then it’s like he has a shadow in the kitchen.
The kitchen isn’t luxury by any means, but there should be enough room for two people to work comfortably together – even two men of their size. Instead, Evan grazes against him while trying to fill the carafe with water to make coffee as Tommy searches the cupboard for the beans. They bump shoulders as Tommy goes to grab the eggs from the fridge and Evan searches for the frying pan.
The hand cupping his ass is definitely deliberate when Tommy bends down to grab the toaster from the cupboard. Tommy shoots a look over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, but Evan only grins in response, popping one of the slices of pepper he’d finished cutting into his mouth with a satisfying crunch.
Tommy is distracted and half hard through out the whole meal prep, and he can’t remember having that much fun in his kitchen since… the last time Evan was in his kitchen.
Backing off once the stove is turned on, Evan gives Tommy space by setting the table and making toast. He acts almost at home in Tommy’s house, and Tommy finds he likes it. He hadn’t necessarily bought the home with the intention of sharing it, but he can picture living in it with… someone. He and Evan are just friends.
Whatever expression passes over his face has Evan frowning in response when he looks over. “You alright there?”
“Yeah,” Tommy responds, setting his face in a smile. Whatever happens with him and Evan, this moment is good. “Can you grab the plates down. It’s just about ready.”
Evan does as asked, setting two plates on the counter before coming to hook his chin over Tommy’s shoulder to watch what he’s doing. His hands rest loosely on Tommy’s hips, and Tommy once again has to force his attention to the task at hand.
Managing to not burn the food with Evan’s distracting heat behind him, Tommy gets Evan to let go long enough to be able to plate up the omelet with bacon, toast and orange slices. Evan accepts his plate and carries it to the table where Evan’s actually set it properly, with folded paper towels under forks set carefully on the left.
Tommy doesn’t comment on it, trying to ignore the soft warm feeling spreading through his chest.
They both tuck into the food without further conversation, hungry from last nights work and the morning’s athletics. It’s not until Evan’s plate is cleared, and he’s fidgeting with his fork that Evan finally breaks the silence.
“Last night was crazy, right?” Evan asks, voice small, and Tommy’s reminded like a slap to the face that Evan hasn’t been a firefighter for long, barely four months.
Setting down his own fork and knife, Tommy’s shoulders tense, unprepared to offer emotional support to a probie who’s gotten into his head. He keeps his own voice soft when he speaks, words chosen carefully. “Yeah. Last night was pretty intense. That was probably your first mass casualty event?”
“The flames on the water. The screaming…” Evan pauses, taking a sip of coffee as a distraction, clearly looking to find the words for whatever question he’s about to ask. “We’re lucky as many people survived as did. And you guys were on the plane, and saw the worst of it up close. How are you holding up?”
The question hits him like a punch to the gut. Of all the possible directions the conversation could have gone, Evan checking in on him was not one of them. He’s been a firefighter for over ten years, and he’s learned to compartmentalize. Tommy doesn’t know what to do with this still wet behind the ears kid asking him if he’s alright.
“I’m not saying it doesn’t suck,” Tommy tells him, looking out the window to his back yard. He pauses to take a breath, trying to figure out how to not sound like an asshole. “The department has a list of therapists, and after calls like this we’ll get a reminder to make use of them if needed, but after a while it just… doesn’t hit as hard. Every death is a loss, obviously, but if we do our jobs right we know we’ve done everything we could. Sometimes you can’t fight the grim reaper.”
Evan nods solemnly, looks down at his plate for a beat, then back up. “And what about your captain?”
“Cap’ll be fine,” Tommy reassures him, ignoring the dull ache under his eye.
“I saw what happened on the beach.” Evan’s voice is unbearably soft, and it makes Tommy’s chest ache to have someone concerned about him.
“The captain and I had a minor disagreement,” Tommy points out, trying to redirect the conversation. There's too much to unpack with it. Between having a captain with a death wish and anger issues and making the call that led to a woman losing her life and a son losing his mother, he's been avoiding thinking too much about yesterday. Or thinking about it at all. It's how he'd ended up buried in Evan's body in the first place this morning, and that isn't fair to him.
Evan’s hand reaches up, the fingers nearly brushing the bruise along his cheekbone before Evan aborts the gesture and pulls his hand back. Grumbling under his breath, Evan looks away. “It didn’t seem minor to me.”
Unable to leave things like this, Tommy uses his fingers to tilt Evan’s chin up to meet his eyes once again. “Evan. I appreciate you sticking up for me, truly. But whatever happened with Nash and I is between us. He’s working through shit of his own, and he knows that I won’t let it happen again.”
Pulling back, Evan gives him a curt nod. “Alright. I just don’t like seeing you hurt. You have such a pretty face.”
“It should be on a Christmas card?” Tommy quips, thinking, despite all evidence to the contrary, that Evan might be quoting a movie to him.
“What?” Evan proves him wrong, face screwing up in confusion.
Tommy sighs, because he really should have known better. “You haven’t seen Elf?”
Evan shakes his head, and Tommy decides this is a travesty that cannot stand.
“Come on. Go sit on the couch. We’re watching it now.” Tommy doesn’t even let Evan clear the plates from the table, leading him instead to the comfortable sofa set up in front of the large TV. He gets the DVD in the player, and sits on the couch; it’s perfect for his large frame to settle into and large enough for the two of them, but Evan looks uncertain regarding where he’s supposed to sit.
Without words, Tommy makes it obvious Evan can settle in next to him, throwing one arm up on the back of the couch.
“Isn’t this a Christmas movie?” Evan asks, curiously, sitting a respectable distance from Tommy on the couch.
“Yes,” Tommy confirms, using the remote the cue up the movie.
“It’s January,” Evan points out, eyes darting from the screen back to Tommy’s face.
“An astute observation,” Tommy agrees, trying to bite back his smile.
It looks like Evan is fighting back a smile of his own, and for once Evan looks every bit as young as he is. “And you want to waste your day off watching this?”
“Someone needs to educate you in the classics, obviously,” Tommy points out, gesturing to the TV with the remote.
“It’s a Christmas movie. Starring Will Ferrell.” Evan looks flummoxed, and Tommy wants to pull him against his side and hold him close.
“Just shut up and watch the movie,” he tells Evan instead.
Evan does as instructed, initially keeping the distance between them. Before long, though, their bodies sink together on his couch, and Tommy finds himself with Evan leaning against him, curled into his side. He wraps an arm around Evan’s lean form, and lets his mind wander, absently answering Evan’s questions and running commentary about the movie. It’s achingly domestic, and the perfect antithesis to their shift last night.
They finish the movie, and take a quick break to tidy up the kitchen and make popcorn before Evan is tucked into his side again to watch Miss Congeniality.
“You have very questionable taste in movies,” Evan comments, head resting against Tommy’s chest. He reaches and grabs a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl between Tommy’s legs.
Settling in, Tommy wraps his arm around Evan again. “You have no taste in movies, so you don’t get to judge.”
By the end of the second movie, Tommy can tell Evan’s bored and distracted, so he suggests ordering dinner from a Thai place he enjoys. They walk to pick it up, and the mood between them shifts. Aware that he’s in public now, Tommy holds himself more upright; he makes sure there’s space between him and Evan when they wait in the restaurant for their food. They order separately at the counter, instead of splitting the bill. It’s nothing overt, but Tommy’s careful, deliberate behaviour makes it obvious he and Evan are nothing more than two dudes getting food together.
It doesn’t seem to faze Evan, though. He keeps up the constant stream of conversation, and when they leave the restaurant with their takeout Evan falls into step beside him. They bump shoulders as they walk, but it could be brushed off as comradery rather than anything more.
The odd feeling stays with him, as Evan gets out plates from the kitchen he’s somehow now comfortable enough in to navigate on his own. Evan must finally catch on to the change, because as he eats he starts to fidget; with his napkin, with his chopsticks, with the way his feet move under the table. It’s subtle enough Tommy’s surprised he notices, but it’s a distinct change to the relaxed atmosphere from earlier.
“I guess I should probably get out of your hair,” Evan comments, setting his chopsticks on his plate, food barely touched.
Biting the inside of his lip, Tommy decides he doesn’t like that idea. “You have a spare uniform, right?”
Evan’s eyes cut to him, wide with confusion. He doesn’t speak though, waiting for Tommy to say something more.
The want is there; the desire to tell Evan to stay the night, to take up space, to be more to Tommy. Even as he acknowledges it, he knows it’s not fair. He won’t ask for more if he’s going to force Evan to hide away. Friends keeps the boundaries clear, and makes it easier for either of them to step away when this thing between them is starved of affection and inevitably runs its course.
“You mentioned putting a pin in our earlier activities,” Tommy points out instead, the grin on his face just shy of a leer.
“You want to?” Evan asks, demeanor shifting from kicked puppy to eager minx like a switch being flipped.
Tommy just raises an eyebrow in response, reminding Evan he wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t want to.
It’s how he finds himself pinned to the bed once again with Evan straddling him, bare skin still warm and damp from the shower. Evan’s head is thrown back in pleasure as he sinks back onto Tommy’s cock, and Tommy tries to keep his fingers from digging into Evan’s hips as his whole focus shifts to the tight clench around him.
He lets Evan set the pace, guiding the experience. They’ve yet to fuck face to face, and the expression Evan wears as he takes all of Tommy’s length is like a wide-eyed revelation. The intensity of it is bordering on too much, so Tommy looks away, eyes taking in the rest of Buck’s body. His gaze trails over Evan, from the tightly coiled muscle of Evan’s shoulders to the two tattoos on Evan’s smooth chest, to the way Tommy’s own hands span his hips.
Shifting his hips, Evan rocks back and forth, as though testing how well he’s being stretched. Twitching between his legs, Evan’s cock is rock hard, precome beading on the tip. Evan stays there for far too long, enjoying the feeling of being split open – long enough for Tommy to consider bringing up the idea of cock-warming. The heat and warmth around him is absolutely maddening, and the restraint required to let Evan take what he wants brings its own kind of pleasure.
The teasing continues, Evan moving to make small circles with his hips, like he’s trying to discover all the ways Tommy can fill him. There’s no rhythm to Evan’s movements, just the occasional clench and release around him. Tommy wants to grip Evan by the hips and fuck up into him, but Evan seems to be enjoying whatever game he’s playing here, so Tommy remains still, the arousal only building.
“You pleased with yourself?” Tommy finally grunts out, fingers digging into Evan’s hips for a moment before releasing.
Evan looks down at him, pupils blown with lust. Grinning, he winks at Tommy. “Very much so.”
“Carry on, then,” Tommy allows, closing his eyes to take a fortifying breath. He feels like he’s being fluffed up for the main event, so hard it nearly hurts.
“I plan to,” Evan pants out, shifting his weight to get into a better position. Then he’s finally moving, lifting himself off maddeningly slowly, pausing with just the tip held inside him, before dropping back down at the same, maddeningly slow pace. Showing impressive control, he repeats the motion, moving up and down with a deliberate rhythm.
Fighting his instinct, Tommy lets Evan fuck himself up and down, each slow slide into the tight heat amplifying his desire. He lets his hands wander over Evan’s muscular thighs, quivering with the strain, and to his chest, over hard pink nipples. Pinching both between his thumb and finger at the same time, he causes Evan’s rhythm to falter. Evan seats himself more quickly than before, and they both groan out in unison.
He rolls the nipples between his fingers, and Evan’s starts to pick up the pace. Tommy can feel Evan’s legs shaking on either side of him, and his chest flushes with the exertion.
The sight of him like that is going to be burned into Tommy’s memory for all eternity.
Unable to keep up the faster pace much longer, Evan seats himself fully in Tommy’s lap, letting out a small grunt as he does so.
Taking the opportunity presented, Tommy shifts on the bed, spreading his legs so he can get his feet under him and nudging Evan forward. Not expecting it, Evan tips over, finding himself pressed chest to chest with Tommy. It gives Tommy the chance to kiss Evan again, lips and tongues meeting hungrily.
With Evan’s mouth distracted, Tommy’s hands drift up to spread Evan’s ass cheeks open so he can dip his fingers between them and feel where they're joined. Evan clenches around him and shivers in his arms at the sensation. He whimpers against Tommy’s mouth at the added sensations, and it makes Tommy’s brain go a little fuzzy to think about the effect he can have on Evan.
With both hands full of Evan’s ass, Tommy helps hold him up enough and gives a tentative thrust. Evan pulls his mouth away from Tommy’s and tucks his face into the side of Tommy’s neck before giving a definitive nod.
With permission to move, Tommy starts to fuck up into Evan at a bruising pace, punching little grunts out of Evan with each thrust. He starts to chase his orgasm, barely making an effort to angle his hips enough to hit Evan’s prostate as he does so. With his cock trapped between their bodies, Evan’s going to get there regardless of what Tommy does, especially if the noises he makes are any indication.
It doesn’t take him long before he feels the tell-tale pull in his body; figures Evan must be close too. Without slowing, he growls into Evan’s ear. “Come for me, baby.”
As if on command, Evan spills between them with a whine, warm and viscous. The tight clench of Evan around him has him following suit, emptying into Evan’s slick, warm heat.
Evan collapses on him, riding out the aftershocks of their orgasms, pinning Tommy down like a heated, weighted blanket. Evan’s face remains pressed to his neck, and Tommy can feel Evan’s hot breath on his skin as their chests move in unison.
They remain like that, basking in the afterglow, until Tommy softens enough to start to slip out. He reaches back to pinch the base on the condom when…
“Fuck!” The word travels unbidden from Tommy’s mouth, panic starting to set in. He’s never forgotten to use a condom before, the importance of one drilled into his brain in his formative years. Pushing Evan off of him, Evan rolls to the mattress and lands with an ungraceful sprawl.
Evan must feel the spunk leaking from his hole; curious fingers reach between his own legs to feel. It’s obscene, the way Evan’s fingers work to push the come back past his red rim. Despite the fear burrowing through Tommy’s chest, his mouth goes dry at the sight.
Huffing a laugh, Evan seems to be unaffected. “Well shit. At least I can’t get pregnant.”
Tommy gets himself into a seated position on the bed, his legs lazy with the exertion, and looks at Evan like he’s grown a second head. The kid doesn’t have a care in the world, and the fear Tommy’s feeling gives way to anger at the recklessness of it all.
Feeling the way Tommy is staring at him, Evan props himself up and frowns. “You okay? Am I going to need to go get a prescription for antibiotics or something?”
“Or something,” Tommy mutters, anger colouring his tone. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Tommy turns his back to Evan, and takes deep breaths, trying to stave off the panic that’s threatening to take over.
The bed shifts behind him, and Evan sits beside him, bare-ass on the sheets, no doubt leaking evidence of his mistake all over the bed.
Evan takes his hand in his, holding tight despite Tommy’s aborted attempt to pull it away. Then he forces Tommy to look him in the eyes.
“Whatever your head is thinking, stop it,” Evan commands, face set in an earnest expression. “I know we never talked about it, but I’m clean. I get tested regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone else since we started this.”
Tommy’s mind immediately goes back to the phone call Evan had received this morning, the mysterious woman who wasn’t understanding when Evan overslept and missed their… lunch. Despite that, Tommy believes him. The panic recedes, just a little.
“There hasn’t been anyone else for me, either,” Tommy admits, closing his eyes to avoid looking directly at Evan. “It doesn’t mean it’s a mistake we should be making again.”
“Who says it has to be a mistake?” Evan asks. Tommy opens his eyes to see Evan rubbing his thumb along his own jaw, thoughtful. “I mean, I can kind of see the appeal of barebacking now. I wouldn’t mind if we made it a regular thing.”
“Do you know how reckless that is!” Tommy bites out, heart beating fast, unable to make the anxiety recede.
“Whoa!” Evan leans back, out of Tommy’s space as though pushed by the force in Tommy's voice. It makes him feel even worse. “I’m saying, if we’re both clean, and we’re not sleeping with other people why can’t we just… do without when the mood strikes?”
“I already told you,” Tommy seethes, feeling his hackles raise. It feels like Evan is dangling everything he wants but can’t let himself have right in front of him. Gay sex is one thing. A gay relationship… “I already told you I don’t do relationships.”
Evan leans forward again, either not noticing Tommy’s ire, or choosing to ignore it. “That’s the beauty of this. Exclusive friends with benefits. If anything changes, or either of us meets someone else, we can end things, or go back to using protection. No harm, no foul.”
It’s insane. Tommy knows before he’s even agreed to it that it’s going to blow up in his face. It gives him an out from the conversation, though. Something to shove the panic down under so he can unpack it again later when he doesn't feel like he wants to crawl out of his own skin.
“No harm no foul?” he forces himself to ask, one eyebrow raised.
“Exactly!” Evan exclaims, licking his lips and grinning at Tommy. “A win-win!”
“And you say you like me filling your hole?” Tommy drops his voice and buries any lingering dread, using sex once again as a distraction. Evan’s eyes go dark with lust at Tommy’s question.
Evan swallows, and licks his lips again, seeming a little more unsure. “I said I was starting to see the appeal.”
“What if we got a plug for you?” Tommy suggests, overtly lewd, and watches Evan’s cock twitch in interest. “You’d like me giving you my load, then plugging you up? I could take it out later when I’m ready and slide back in?”
“Uh…” Evan tucks his chin and licks his lips. He's obviously dumbstruck and turned on by the idea. Tommy takes advantage of it and drags Evan to the bathroom where he can get the kid cleaned off, and cleaned out, and then jerk him off one more time before they change the bedsheets together and climb back into bed to sleep.
***9-1-1***
It doesn’t feel like he’s gotten any sleep when the sound of a phone ringing wakes him up again. He’s of half a mind to ignore it when he feels Evan’s arms tighten around him, but the ringtone is jarring and he’s not used to it waking him up.
Pulling away from Evan’s arms, Tommy reaches to his side table where he thankfully had the wherewithal to actually plug it in to charge. Evan mumbles behind him. “Don’t answer it. Five more minutes.
An unintentional huff of laughter escapes past Tommy’s lips. The comment, and the way he curls up into the bed truly highlights the age difference between them.
Reaching, Tommy unplugs the phone and sits back on the bed, answering without checking. “Go for Kinard.”
“Tommy, thank god!” Hen’s voice comes across the line. “Where are you?”
Eyes flicking to the alarm clock across the room, Tommy sees it’s almost eight in the morning.
“Shit!” Tommy exclaims, pulling the phone away from his mouth to nudge Evan. “We fucking slept in! You need to get moving, now!”
Eyes panicked, Evan looks at the clock. Aware that Tommy is on the phone, Evan keeps his voice down, repeating a litany of “Shit. Shit. Shit.” as he looks frantically for his clothes.
“I overslept,” Tommy tells Hen through the phone as he starts to grab his own clothes to get dressed. “That last call really took a lot out of me. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Cover for me.”
“There’s no one to cover with,” Hen points out, voice still concerned. “Bobby didn’t make it in, either. Is he with you?”
“No,” Tommy barks, surprised by the question. They get along better with this captain after a year and a half, but they are by no means friends.
“Do you still have the key to his place?” Hen then asks, voice heavy with concern. “It’s not like him to not show up.”
“Give me 30 minutes,” Tommy tells her, judging the time it’ll take to get from his place to Bobbys for a wellness check, then to the station. “I’ll stop by his place to see what’s up before I come.”
“Thanks Tommy. I’ll hold down the fort until you both arrive.”
“Sure thing, Hen.” Tommy disconnects the call in time to see Buck dressed in uniform pants and a generic LAFD shirt that’s a little too big for him.
“Sal and Captain Warren are going to kill me!” Evan is saying like a mantra.
“You’re not going to be the first firefighter late to the job after a rough call,” Tommy assures him. Then the idea hits him - this whole arrangement is just a distraction. He's given Evan a good way to avoid the reality of what he had witnessed. Swallowing against the discomfort that thought causes, Tommy turns his back to Evan and grabs his things off the dresser. “Just show contrition, and take whatever punishment they dish out. You’re a good firefighter by all accounts. No one is going to think twice about a probie sleeping in after his first mass casualty event.”
“That’s not why I’m late,” Evan points out, tone petulant.
Tommy turns to face him, catches the defiant jut of Evan's chin, like he's spoiling for an argument.
“No?” Tommy questions, head tilted knowingly. He doesn't want to look too deeply at why this is more palatable than the alternative.
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I was tagged by @chococara25 for Ficlet Friday, so here is a little piece of the next chapter of I'm Where the Spiders Go, that I'm finally back to writing.
The house feels empty and achingly quite once Evan leaves. Tommy cleans the mess they’d made, throws his close in the laundry hamper, and climbs into the cold bed by himself. He’s not disappointed that Evan left; he tells himself he’ll get a good night sleep and have all of Saturday to research a new restoration project he wants to work on. He doesn’t entertain the thought that Evan left because of how rough things had gotten in the kitchen.
They are both adults. Evan would have told him to stop if he’d needed to. He assures himself, because Evan hadn’t been shy about asking him to stop on Wednesday night when he’d been overstimulated. Evan leaving has nothing to do with discomfort or being taken advantage of, and everything to do with the fact that they are not dating, and a casual fling is not obligated to stay the night.
He tosses and turns in bed, and does not get the restful sleep he’s been planning on, instead waking much later in the morning then planned, and throwing off his entire day. The cloud hanging over him lingers when Tommy finally walks into the station for shift on Sunday morning.
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I was also tagged for "Fucking Friday" so I'll post another snippet later of the SalBuckTommy smut I've been writing.
In honour of Spiders winning the make me write poll, here's a little snippet from the next Chapter of I'm Where the Spiders Go.
"Do you want to go take that shower now?" Buck asks, putting their plates away in the dishwasher.
Tommy raises both brows and looks at Buck, incredulous. "I dont think I'm going to be much use to you tonight, Evan."
Face flushing in embarrassment, Buck looks away. Speaking into the dishwasher, he says, "I didn't come here for that. I just... I didn't think you'd want to be alone tonight. Clearly, I was wrong."
Still not looking back at the table, Buck turns the hot water on at the sink. "Go, shower. I'll finish cleaning up and then get out of your hair."
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I'm Where the Spiders Go won overwhelmingly (poor choice of vote because you would have gotten this next week anyway)..
Here's 23 sentences (likely from Chapter 12).
Satiated once again, Tommy moves languidly towards his closet and pulls out a loose pair of sweats and a t-shirt to change into. He calls over his shoulder to Evan, “There’s a spare tooth brush in the bottom drawer in the vanity if you want to brush you’re teeth. I have the stuff to make omelettes if you can to stay for breakfast.”
A smile appears on Evan’s face, bright and beautiful. It looks like he’s going to say yes, but then his phone pings from the floor, buried in his pants. Evan bends down and grabs it, giving Tommy a spectacular view of his bare ass. Tommy lets himself look his fill, no worry about being caught out.
“Awe, no,” Evan mutters, looking at his phone.
“What’s wrong,” Tommy asks, hand on the door knob, ready to move to the kitchen.
“Rain check on breakfast?” Buck asks, shoulders pulled low, but eyes wide and earnest.
“Do you have a better offer,” Tommy asks sardonically, lips quirked.
“I forgot I made plans this morning to meet with a friend,” Evan tells him, scrubbing the back of his hand against his jaw. “I’ve got to leave now if I want to get home, changed, and make it to the café in time.”
It’s an easy out, to let Evan walk out of the house now, no strings attached. The sex was phenomenal, but that was all it could be. He has no business inviting Evan to stay for breakfast, except that it’s only the polite thing to do.
Instead of making the safe choice, Tommy finds himself saying, “If it saves you some travel time, you can always borrow one of my shirts.”
“Really?” Evan’s eyes dart up to meet his, his bright smile back on his face. “Sure,” Tommy comments, turning around to return to his dresser and pull out a white Henley from his drawer. He hands it over to Evan, and tries to ignore the thrill of possessiveness he feels when Evan pulls the shirt down over his head. Evan smells like his shampoo, has his bruises all over his neck, and is now wearing his slightly too big shirt.
