it's a one-shot, probably around 2-3k words. season 9a canon divergence because buck needs to be drunk for this and theo isn't around
the 118 are off-shift, at their local for a couple post-work drinks, when a guy approaches buck like he knows him and he does! he took buck's virginity when they were both 15 -- he's buck's first girlfriend but he's a man, which means tommy was not his first boyfriend!
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The maybe-stranger shrugged and held his hand out for Buck to shake. “Evan Wright.”
Despite being three beers in, Buck was certain that wasn’t the name of the other Evans in the academy, and he couldn’t think of any other Evans he’d met.
He shook the other man’s hand anyway.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Evan Wright.”
Evan, the other one, laughed. “We’ve met.”
Buck wished the confirmation could jumpstart his memory. “God, this is awkward. When? Where?”
He really hoped the answer wasn’t Grindr. The rest of the one-eighteen would never let him live that one down.
Evan laughed again. “Hershey. I took your virginity.”
That had Buck scoffing. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.” It was also something he knew the team was filing away for future teasing, particularly Ravi and Eddie, especially since everyone seemed so interested in their conversation. “I’m also certain that I lost my virginity to a girl.”
“And sometimes girls grow up to become men who take the name of their first boyfriend.”
s9's reintroduction to buck is camera fixed on door, door crashes open holy mother of god style, but it's buck kissing some woman. door slams shut, camera remains fixed.
door opens again, buck's kissing a man. so on, so forth. it's a dozen or so random nameless people; os wanted #letbuckfuck and this is how he's dealing with his grief.
there's no repeats, except we see tommy three or four times, including one time where he lifts buck against the door but can't kiss him because buck's giggling too hard because no one's ever done that to him before.
montage ends with an overhead shot of buck and tommy in bed -- both on their backs, tommy lying lengthways, buck with his head on tommy's chest and his feet dangling off the side. buck's got his left hand brushing through tommy's chest hair while tommy's got the fingers of his right hand twirling buck's curls. the sheets are a mess, but they're covered decently enough for television, but barely enough so we understand that they have fucked thoroughly.
tommy says: "we're really bad at this."
and buck laughs, because: "really? because that was, like, 10/10, ready to go again."
"oh, no, that was awesome. i'll be ready after fifteen minutes and some electrolytes. i mean that we suck at being exes."
camera's now switching between the two of them.
buck turns his head to stare at tommy. "it's not like i wanted to be your ex." Then: "i'm sorry for what i said at eddie's. you just caught me off guard. i love him like he's my brother. that's all."
"your extremely hot brother."
"okay, look, his ass..."
"he has a great ass."
"right? but i've never wanted to be with him. i want to be with you."
he rolls over and kisses tommy's chest, steadily making his way up. tommy laughs: "i wasn't joking about the electrolytes." but that doesn't stop him from grabbing buck's face to pull him the rest of the way to kiss him properly.
and just when it looks like they're on the same page about trying again, they hear a boom, the windows rattle a bit. an explosion, tommy confirms, because he's heard enough of them in combat. buck drops tommy off at harbour because they'd ubered back to his place, but tommy leans in through the window of the jeep for a 'stay safe' smooch, and that's the last we see of him for the season opener.
or, maybe, we see a crashed helicopter at the end of the episode.
ii! if you're still doing the ask game, what about "take him to bed"?
hi! thanks
my take at the 'after the hospital wedding' missing scene.
it's basically buck realising that, oh, he is so very attracted to men while showering with tommy: big, beefy, scarred men with hairy thighs and chests and silvery stubble and thick dicks that are soft because he's too tired to get it up (until he's not because he spends the night in buck's bed and they certainly take advantage of his morning wood)
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“You should probably take him to bed.”
Buck wasn’t the only one surprised by Eddie’s statement. Chris laughed and Abuela swatted him with the back of her hand with a hissed-out: “Eddito.”
It took Eddie’s hangover-hurt brain a while to process what he’d said. Buck watched it happen. “Oh, no, uh.” He motioned towards Tommy, who’d practically fallen asleep the moment he’d found a space on a wall wide enough for him to lean against. “You should drive him home and put him to sleep. In a bed. That’s what I meant.”
Warmth spread through Buck’s chest as he looked at Tommy.
The man had attended a bachelor party while on call, he’d only left after he was called in (despite how bored he’d been – hindsight was a thing Buck had and he knew he’d gotten inside his head), he’d kept Buck updated through texts, and then went straight to Buck instead of heading back with his team to the station after they dropped off their rescues at the hospital.
He’d done more to assure Buck that he was interested in him in the span of eighteen hours than any partner Buck had ever had.
Really, Buck had had no choice but to kiss him when he saw him.
Taking him to bed, be it for rest or sex, was a great idea.
While their first time around hadn’t been a disaster per se, Buck and Tommy knew they needed to make a whole bunch of changes the second time around to make sure they didn’t fall into the same failing patterns.
They agreed to talking more, to therapy (singles and as a couple), and not jumping into bed together immediately. They were great at the sex part, but history showed that sex would distract them from the communication side of their relationship, which was a large part of why they didn’t work out.
For Buck, who’d had a complicated relationship with sex, it was about being able to connect with Tommy. He wanted to know more about Tommy, wanted Tommy to know more about him. It was humiliating in hindsight to realise that they had dated for six months and didn't know a single real thing about each other, like former engagements or the fact that Buck only went to the pick up games because Tommy would, on occasion, play shirtless.
So Buck had floated the decision that they would hold off on sex until they both felt ready for it, and Tommy had agreed. It meant a lot to him that he could be this version of himself; a man who didn’t run dick-first into a relationship, who could enjoy all the moments that came with dating, and not just the sex.
And they were talking and going on dates and spending time with each other that didn't involve them being naked and sweaty, learning more about each other in a month than they did in the previous six.
In the meantime, Buck became very well reacquainted with his hand.
It wasn't as if he'd gone months without fucking before. He had. He certainly had.
The difference was that he was seeing Tommy every other day and he knew what his skin tasted like and he knew the way he moaned when he came and he knew how Tommy's thick dick stretched him out…
“Where'd you go?" Tommy asked, looking at Buck from over the rim of his coffee mug.
They were at Tommy's house, doing some yard work Tommy had been putting off for months. The sleepers in the veggie garden needed to be replaced, the roses needed to be re-homed from one fence to another, the gutters needed to be cleared, so they needed an early start. Buck had arrived just as Tommy had rolled out of bed, it had seemed, and that had always been one of Buck's favourite looks for him. Buck had loved morning sex, Tommy had loved it too.
They were being open with each other, so Buck didn’t hesitate to explain.
“I’ve been jerking off like crazy, because I have the sexiest boyfriend on the planet and I’ve decided that I’m not going to have sex with him until I'm ready for it,” Buck sighed and caught the way Tommy's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “And I'm proud of us for waiting, but holy fuck, I don't think I've ever been this frustrated before."
Tommy took a very slow, almost calculating sip of his coffee before lowering the mug down onto the bench. “I understand how you feel. Has anything changed? Are you ready?"
“N-not yet."
“Then I'm instigating a rule: you can’t talk to me about jerking off, not if we’re not taking that step yet.” There might’ve been a whine in his voice that he probably wasn’t proud of. God, knowing that Tommy wanted him just as bad went straight to Buck's dick immediately.
Buck stepped in closer, his thoughts being led by said dick.
“Give me some more time.” He dropped a kiss to Tommy’s tight mouth. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Oh, I'm aware."
That was part of the reason why it was so difficult.
Buck kissed him. It was deep, with one of Buck’s hands in Tommy’s hair, the other pulling him in so close, so tightly against him, that he could feel that he wasn’t the only one hard, and Tommy kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as Buck was giving.
It was the closest they’d been yet, especially as Buck, Buck, not Tommy, slotted his leg between Tommy’s so the two of them could grind against each other.
Grinding against Tommy was a thing he wanted and needed. It was better than he expected, and it was just their dicks rubbing against thighs through sweatpants. It was Tommy’s arse in his hands, it was Tommy’s tongue in his mouth, Tommy's fingers tightening in Buck's hair, his breath against his own as they panted together, rushing towards…
Tommy pulled away, dragging a whine from Buck’s throat, a throat he’d very much like to have fucked at some point in the near future, and got his hands flat on Buck’s chest to put most distance between them.
“You don’t want this,” Tommy said, like he struggled to form the words in his mouth. Buck felt like he had certainly claimed that space as his own.
A wry laugh came from Buck as he lowered his head to Tommy's shoulder. “Nah, I want it. I want it all so bad. A few more dates first, though, yeah?”
“I won’t have any less respect for you if you come to my bed after only one month of dating me,” Tommy joked. “In fact, I actively encourage it.”
“A few more dates,” Buck repeated.
“I’m free tomorrow. And we can call in sick Tuesday and Wednesday night…”
Buck laughed hoarsely. “Can you imagine having to explain that to Chim?"
“That is incentive enough to not do it." Tommy still reached around him to grab his arse and give his cheeks a firm squeeze. “Let me finish my coffee in peace so we can get started."
Buck kissed him again.
-
Three months in, and Buck was ready.
So he told Tommy to get dressed up for a night out on the town, took him out for dinner, and told him just as the waiter walked off with their order.
The way his demeanour changed was adorable. He went from comfortable to eager in a flash. “When you say you’re ready…”
“I mean,” Buck said with a small laugh, and he leaned over the table just that little bit because he wasn’t completely shameless, to continue with a quieter voice, “if you want me, I am yours to do whatever you want to do to me.”
“Oh, I want you, Evan.”
Most of the time, Buck knew this. He knew from the way Tommy looked at him, or kissed him, or held him, or said his fucking name.
It did wonders to hear him say it aloud, though. Lit him up from the inside like nothing else did.
“You could’ve told me before we ordered three courses. I would’ve settled for the appetiser, grabbed the main to go, and had you for dessert.”
“That might’ve been the corniest thing you’ve said yet,” Buck laughed and settled back in his chair just in time for the waiter to pour their wine. “And I feel like I’ve gotten used to your bad jokes.”
Tommy laughed. “They’re not bad. I’ve worked so hard on them.”
Buck raised an eyebrow. “I know what I want you to work hard on.”
“Now who’s the one saying corny things?”
“Tit for tat, Tommy.”
Really, he was just trying to lighten the mood so they could get through their meal without attempting to rip each other’s clothes off.
The rest of the date was easy with a simmering heat under it, both of them ready to leave the moment the dessert was finished (Buck did deliberately eat his tiramisu as slow as possible, citing it was the best he’d had and he wanted to figure out the flavours so he could try to recreate it, just to see Tommy squirm).
Tommy insisted on paying. “You’re treating me later,” he’d rationalised in a low, quiet voice, something kept between them.
He clearly had plans for Buck and Buck was so fucking ready for all of it.
And then, as they were getting to the Jeep, they were mugged.
Rather, a pair of dickwads attempted to mug them, but Tommy knew Muay Thai and didn’t suffer fools with knives lightly.
Buck couldn’t believe it. The scuffle was over in maybe fifteen seconds, the would-be muggers scampered off with their tails between their legs and their knives stowed in the Jeep after Tommy grabbed them with a pair of gloves he knew Buck would have in the car.
He treated it like it was no big deal that he disarmed two thugs and sent them running. He seemed more upset with himself that they’d parked in a vulnerable spot, somewhere not well-lit and with very little foot traffic.
Buck, however, stood stock still, in awe of his boyfriend.
“You can fight.”
He saw the way Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Did you think I have that extremely expensive set up in the garage for clout?”
“No, but like, you’ve got some secret ninja skills going on.”
“It’s Muay Thai, which isn’t Japanese, and it’s not like it’s a secret.”
Semantics.
His hot boyfriend kicked arse, and wasn’t even out of breath.
Buck was more than a little turned on.
“We can make our reports and hand over the weapons in the morning…”
Buck interrupted. He pushed Tommy into the side of the Jeep, caught his mouth in a crushing kiss.
And then he slipped to his knees.
“Evan.”
Tommy had one hand in his hair, forcing him to look up at him. The other was holding onto the Jeep for dear life
“You have no idea how fucking hot that was, Tommy,” Buck groaned, running his hands up and down Tommy’s thick thighs. “I really have to suck you off now.”
His face was close enough to Tommy’s crotch that he could almost feel the way his dick reacted to that.
“Please let me.”
“Someone will see.”
He might’ve said that, but his fingers loosened in Buck’s hair, giving him the space to move closer, to nuzzle against the zipper of Tommy’s jeans.
“No one’s here,” Buck said, and there truly was no reason why anyone would. They had parked in an area that was completely empty.
He kissed the growing bulge.
“I really need you to fuck my throat right now.”
“Jesus, Evan,” Tommy breathed, and then nodded his head once.
Buck’s mouth was salivating by the time he had Tommy’s jeans undone, by the time he was pulling Tommy’s familiar, thick cock from the opening in his boxer briefs. He nosed his way up along the vein on the underside of it, from the base to the tip, licked the head when he reached it, then took as much of it in with one move that had Tommy’s thighs tense.
“Fuck,” Tommy moaned, then repeated as Buck sucked hard. “You look so fucking good, Evan.”
If Buck’s mouth wasn’t already otherwise occupied, he would have told Tommy the same. The flush on his cheeks, the way his hair had become messy with the kiss, the redness of his lips – for someone who hadn’t been panting after fighting off armed idiots, he certainly was breathless the moment Buck got his mouth on his dick.
And what a beautiful dick it was. Buck was overjoyed with the size and taste of it, he couldn’t wait to get the whole thing in him again.
He was sloppy with how desperate he was to get Tommy down his throat, his chin dripping, the hand he had wrapped around the part of Tommy’s shaft that he couldn’t yet fit into his mouth was sopping. The noises that came from Buck’s throat were obscene as he sucked and slurped and worked his tongue around the cock in his mouth; the sounds coming from above, the groans, the pleased sighs, the curses spurred him on.
Buck looked up at Tommy as he moved his hand down to cup his sac, maintained eye contact as he finally, fucking finally, took Tommy in deeper, slowly letting the head of Tommy’s cock slip into his throat.
“Jesus, Evan,” Tommy gasped, tipping his head back to thud against the Jeep, his hands cradling the back of Buck’s skull to keep him there for just a moment. When he let the pressure up, Buck stayed where he was, keeping Tommy in his throat that little bit longer, before he pulled back with a gasping breath.
He jerked Tommy’s thick, beautiful cock with both hands. “C’mon, tough guy,” he said, twisting his hands as he stroked his boyfriend, “fuck my throat. I’ll tap out if I need to.”
“You sure?”
“I can take it. You know I can.”
He thought back on the first time Tommy had fucked his face after weeks of Buck gagging each time the head of his dick brushed the soft palate of his mouth. He’d trained himself, spending hours on his knees to learn how to swallow Tommy’s dick the way Tommy could swallow his, wanting to make Tommy feel just as good, and Tommy had taken him roughly when Buck finally managed it.
“Fuck, Tommy, please give it to me. I can take it. Please.”
He whined when Tommy’s hand moved to the top of his head, where his hair was longer, got a handful of the strands there, and pushed him back down. He whined again when Tommy pulled him off. Tommy’s hand kept his head there, pausing for a moment, searching his eyes, before he snapped his hips up.
It was bliss.
Buck kept his palm on Tommy’s thigh and dropped the other to his jeans, fumbled with the button and zipper, while Tommy fucked his cock in and out of his mouth with abandon.
“Don’t,” Tommy hissed, and motioned for Buck to give him his hand. Buck obeyed, could’ve died when Tommy tangled their fingers together and placed them on the back of his neck. “You’ll come when I fuck you in your bed.”
His pace didn’t change, his hips still bullying his cock down Buck’s throat, while Buck stayed on his knees, taking everything Tommy was giving him.
God, Tommy was just using him, and nothing made him feel better than that. He wanted to be used, he wanted Tommy to use him to get off.
There was an ache in his throat, in his jaw, in his knees, and it was fucking beautiful.
“You’re gonna look even better when I fuck your ass,” Tommy breathed. “Fuck, I’m…” Buck watched as he licked his lips, bit the bottom one. He was getting close, Buck could just feel it. He could taste it. “Fuck, I’m gonna wreck you. I’ve wanted you again for so fucking long.”
Buck whined around his dick; Tommy’s hips jumped a little.
He pulled out, and Buck mewled. Pulling out was the very last thing he wanted, even though the sight of Tommy wrapping his own hand around his cock to stroke himself was beautiful.
“Mouth or face?”
Buck didn’t have to think. “Mouth. Mouth, please.” God, the sound of his own voice fucked him up. It was rough, deep, just like how Tommy had just fucked his throat. He leaned forward and licked the drop of precome from the tip of Tommy’s cock, sucked the crown back in, worked his lips down the shaft again.
Tommy groaned, both hands cupped the back of Buck’s head, and he continued pounding Buck’s throat, and Buck wanted it so bad. He was ready for it.
“Evan!”
Tommy’s orgasm was fucking glorious.
He curled over, clutched Buck’s head to his pelvis as he came down his throat, pulling back just enough so he could spill the rest of his release over Buck’s tongue – which, bless him, Buck whimpered and tasted and swallowed what he was given, and sucked harder to milk Tommy of everything he had.
When Tommy was done, he urged Buck up to his feet, kissed him hard. Buck whimpered when Tommy cupped him through his jeans, gave him a firm squeeze.
“I shouldn’t have given you a choice,” Tommy groaned against his lips. “Should’ve come on your face.” Buck whined, bucked into Tommy’s hand. “Should’ve driven you back to your house with it still there.”
“Jesus,” Buck breathed and bit into Tommy’s bottom lip. “I missed you being a kinky bastard.”
“Me?” Tommy’s laugh was breathy. “You just blew me in public.” He gave him a kiss. “You just blew me in public because I kicked someone’s ass. You’re the kinky one.”
Buck’s knees nearly gave way when Tommy thumbed at the head of Buck’s cock.
“Take me back and fuck me, Tommy. Please. Please. Fuck me.”
“God, you beg nicely when you sound fucking wrecked,” Tommy said and gave Buck’s cock another squeeze before he reached into Buck’s pocket to pull out his keys. “Let’s go.”
The drive home was longer than Buck had wanted; Tommy had driven with a hand on Buck’s thigh, his pinky finger dangerously close to his cock. He didn’t speed through the amber lights the way Buck would’ve, he was a little slow to go when the lights turned green.
He was dragging it out, and Buck was a slut for it, for that want, for the fact that he wasn’t going to be allowed to come until Tommy let him. Tommy was in control, he didn’t need it, because he’d come already, he’d fucked Buck’s throat already, he wasn’t as fucking desperate as Buck.
Buck wished they were in the engine with the sirens blaring, he willed Tommy to step on the gas a little more, he swore out loud when Tommy obviously missed the turn-off for the shorter route back.
“You bastard,” Buck huffed and gyrated his hips, hoping to either get Tommy’s hand to slip up higher, or some kind of friction against his zipper. He just needed a little something, and when he didn’t get it, he reached down and pulled Tommy’s hand to palm his cock. Tommy graciously gave him another squeeze.
“Fuck, yes,” Buck fucking mewled as he fucked up into Tommy’s hand, because he was still so hard, so keyed up, then Tommy grabbed Buck’s hand instead, brought it to his own crotch, where Buck could feel him chubbing back up. “Tommy…”
“Getting me hard again already,” Tommy groaned, though his eyes were focused on the road. “So good at teasing me, been teasing me for months, and now you’re acting like you can get me in you fast enough.”
Buck took over, worked on undoing Tommy’s jeans again. He wanted his hand back on Tommy’s cock, he wanted to drive him as crazy as Buck felt.
“You wanted to wait,” Tommy continued but didn’t move to stop Buck from reaching into his underwear again, didn’t stop him from pulling his dick out, despite the risk of them being seen, as they rolled to a stop at another amber light. “You made us wait, and now it’s like you’re a slut for my cock; now it’s like you can’t get enough of my dick. You want it back in your throat.”
Buck whimpered and leaned over. He swirled his tongue around that dripping tip a few times, suckled on the head for a few moments, got in a few bobs of his head, before Tommy swore and grasped his hair again to pull him away.
“Behave.”
And Buck knew. He knew that Tommy had such a commanding side to him. He’d fucking missed it.
“Zip me back up, the light’s green.”
Buck obeyed, but not before stroking him a few more times, because who was Buck to blindly follow an order that was best violated?
“Shit, Evan,” Tommy hissed, “are you trying to get us killed?”
“I’m trying to get laid, actually.”
“It’s gonna happen, don’t worry.”
He’d been reintroduced to the taste of Tommy and wanted more.
He wanted to be folded over the kitchen table, still half-dressed. He wanted to ride Tommy on the couch. He didn’t care if he ended up fucked up against the wall in the entrance, or on his back in bed.
But the best part of it all was that, while he was horny as fuck, he knew that their relationship didn’t need it. He and Tommy weren’t sex that would hopefully lead to love and intimacy. It was love and intimacy that had led to sex. He wasn’t a cheap fuck for Tommy to lay.
That time, when Buck reached for his hand, it was to twine their fingers together.
When they finally pulled into Buck’s driveway, Buck let go of Tommy’s hand and dashed to the front door, because while their relationship didn’t need the sex, he was still fucking ready for it, still fucking harder than he’d probably been over the course of ten minutes without any real stimulation.
Tommy seemed swept up in it, too. The moment he reached the door, he drew Buck into his arms, pulled him into a kiss that was absolutely filthy.
God, Buck should’ve put in a plug before the date, he thought.
They reined it in long enough for them to get through Buck’s door without risking a public indecency charge, but the moment the door was slammed shut, their lips reconnected and their clothes started coming off. Buck was already down to his jeans and one shoe by the time Tommy backed him into his hallway; Tommy had only lost his shoes and jacket.
Buck stepped away from Tommy long enough to get into his bedroom, strip himself naked, and sit himself down on the edge of the bed. Tommy was slower. He shucked his shirt when he reached the door (Buck might’ve whimpered a little, because that was the view of the century) and stalked over to Buck.
He wanted to taste every inch of that torso. He wanted to leave bright red marks all over Tommy.
When Tommy was within reach, he grabbed for his belt and dragged him between his spread knees. He kissed and licked and sucked and bit at that happy trail while he worked the leather through the buckle, then through the loops to throw the belt across the room. Fuck, he needed his mouth on that dick again.
Tommy’s fingers threaded through his hair, petting him, not rushing him at all while Buck’s fingers sped over his jeans, trying his hardest to get to his cock as soon as humanly possible.
He left red bites over every bit of Tommy’s stomach he could, and just about wept with joy when he had his jeans and underwear shoved down his thighs and continued on his work from the drive – he swallowed Tommy’s cock down in one smooth go, his throat now ready for him, because he was so fucking easy for Tommy, he was ready to be available to him whenever and wherever he wanted him. He needed to be on his knees for him at all times, his face turned up to be blessed with Tommy’s come, if that’s what Tommy wanted.
“Jesus, fuck,” Tommy groaned, his hands falling to Buck’s shoulders, his nails digging in.
Buck was addicted to the taste of him, the feel of him taking over his mouth and throat. A part of him really wanted to just keep sucking Tommy off and have him come all over his face, the way Tommy had offered earlier. He wanted Tommy to have that claim on him, wanted to feel him all over him, but he also desperately needed that beautiful cock wreck his hole.
He pulled back, swirled his tongue around the head, sank back down, gave Tommy’s balls a gentle squeeze with his fingers while he gagged around him, delighted in the low ‘fuck’ he pulled from Tommy’s throat, the slight hitch of Tommy’s hips.
He slurped his way back up to the tip, sucked hard, grabbed the shaft that was wet with his saliva, twisted his hand around him as he licked at the fraenulum. He pressed a ridiculously chaste kiss to Tommy’s crown as he jerked him firmly, then licked across that piss slit over and over to taste the precome Tommy was leaking.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Buck breathed to himself as he worshipped his Tommy’s cock.
Tommy had the fucking gall to laugh out a breathy laugh, making Buck rock back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, because what the fuck, but the look on Tommy’s flushed face was love and reverence.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” he said, his fingers on one hand working their way through Buck’s hair again while the thumb of his other ran over Buck’s lips, gathering up his spit and his own precome. Buck felt his cock fucking drip when Tommy put that thumb to his own lips, licked the slick away to taste the both of them.
“Shit, fuck,” Buck groaned and pushed himself to his feet, he pulled Tommy in close, chased that tongue, he needed to have it in his mouth, even though Tommy had taken their mixed flavours from Buck’s own lips.
He swallowed every noise Tommy spilt as he kissed him filthily, as he slipped his tongue beside Tommy’s, as he ground their bare dicks together. He mewled into Tommy’s mouth when Tommy reached down between them, wrapped a dry hand around their cocks, gave them a few pumps; fuck, he was finally fucking touching Buck’s cock again. The other hand pinched his chin, as if he had to keep Buck’s mouth open to lick into it, as if Buck didn’t want to keep both of his holes open for him at all times.
God, he wanted to; he would, if it was possible.
Buck could’ve whined when Tommy pulled away with one last bruising suck of his lips; he certainly did when Tommy pushed him back down to sit on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“Oh my God, yes,” Buck moaned, his hands already reaching for Tommy’s cock.
Tommy smacked them away. He wrapped his own fingers around himself and started stroking like he was trying to get off again. “You’re gonna put me back in your throat, you’re gonna let me fuck your face again.”
He was only a little jealous of Tommy’s hand, and a hell of a lot aroused by the sounds it made as it dragged over Tommy’s spit-slick skin.
“And then you’ll be a good boy for me. You’ll turn around, show me your slutty hole and behave while I open you up so I can finally take what’s mine.”
The possessiveness just made Buck harder. “Okay, okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.”
Buck put his hands on the backs of Tommy’s thighs that time and opened wide.
It was filthy how Tommy fed him his dick, first rubbing the tip over Buck’s lips, squeezing right under the head to coax another drop of precome out and spreading it around.
“Tongue,” he ordered and Buck obeyed, sticking his tongue out. Tommy just let inches of his dick sit there on it, let Buck breathe over it, before he pushed in and in.
Buck moaned. He wrapped his lips around that thick length and he sucked, bobbing his head for a moment, before he pushed forward, bringing the head into his throat.
“Yeah,” Tommy groaned, his fingers petting Buck’s hair again. “Just like that.”
Then those fingers tightened in his hair, they held him right where he was so Tommy could enjoy the clutch of his throat, the wet, tight heat of it. He held Buck there until Buck’s body fought him, until the need to breathe started to become an issue. Tommy’s head tipped back and he groaned as Buck’s throat spasmed around him, and Buck didn’t think once about tapping out, even as his body struggled, because he trusted Tommy with his life, and he was right to.
Tommy rolled his hips back, he eased his cock out of Buck’s mouth. His fingers grabbed at Buck’s chin again to make him look up at him.
Buck knew how he must’ve looked. There were unshed tears in his eyes, he was sure his face was flushed pink, and his mouth and chin were wet as he gasped in lungfuls of air.
“You okay?” Tommy asked, his thumb swiping through the mess.
“Literally never better,” Buck rasped out. Already wanting more, he opened his mouth again and stuck out his tongue.
“Goddamn,” Tommy hissed out and fucked back in.
Buck was swept up in the fucking his mouth and throat promptly received. Tommy held him still as he snapped his hips back and forth, using him roughly.
The noises were fucking lewd, the wet glug that came from Buck’s throat every time Tommy pushed in deep enough, the whines that left him whenever Tommy pulled out too far, the slurping of his lips around that thick shaft.
“You kept this from me for so long,” Tommy said, his hips shifting back, his cock slipping out a few inches, “kept this from us for so long,” another inch. “Maybe I should make you wait.” He pushed back in. “Come down your throat again and be done with you for the night.”
Buck would be okay with that.
“Missed this fucking mouth. Missed fucking this mouth.”
And just when Buck thought Tommy really was going to finish, he pulled out and quickly manhandled Buck onto his hands and knees on the bed.
“Missed this ass more.”
That was all the warning Buck got before Tommy’s mouth reintroduced itself to Buck’s hole.
Buck collapsed chest-first with a howl so he could reach behind him and grab his cheeks to present himself the way Tommy had told him to earlier to give him all the space he needed to eat him out. He knew that Tommy liked to get his tongue in deep, his fingers in even deeper, so he held himself open and panted into the sheets as Tommy fucked him with his tongue.
Buck felt every lick and sucking kiss like it was the first time all over again, each touch of Tommy’s tongue and lips zapping up his spine to the base of his brain and back down to his dick, making him leak all over the sheets beneath him. Tommy’s spit joined that messy puddle, dripping down his taint and balls as he slurped and spat on Buck’s rim, drenching him and preparing him for the first of his long, thick fingers to bully its way into his hole.
“Fuck, Evan,” Tommy groaned as if he was the one being penetrated. “Gonna be so tight on my dick. Your tight ass always feels so good around me.”
All Buck could do was moan and rock back into Tommy’s hand and tongue as he licked around his finger, getting him wetter and wetter as he stretched him, driving him crazy.
It had been a while since he’d been fucked by anything other than a toy, and his toys weren’t as big as Tommy’s cock. He’d need all the prep Tommy would give him.
He whimpered when Tommy pulled away for just a moment to grab the lube from Buck’s top drawer. There was a quick click of the bottle, then two fingers pushed in, slick and thick and perfect. Tommy kissed his cheeks, licked over his balls, pulled his fingers out to lap at his hole again before pressing in three fingers.
Buck just about choked on air as Tommy spread those fingers to stretch him more, then he let go of a cheek to swat at him. “I’m ready. I’m good,” Buck told him, then put his hand back so Tommy could still have that perfect view of where Buck wanted him to be. “Please fuck me.”
Tommy spat on his crack and pushed in it. “You begged me nicer than that before.”
“Please fuck me, Tommy. Please fuck me hard, fill me with that thick dick and make me come on it,” Buck immediately begged. “Please, Tommy, you know how good my ass feels; you were just saying how good it is. It’s all yours, all for you. Please.”
“Jesus, kid.” He urged Buck a little higher up onto the bed and flipped him onto his back. Buck reached for him straight away, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s shoulders to drag him down into a filthy kiss, his legs spread wide so Tommy could settle into the cradle of his hips.
Tommy shifted and reached between them to notch the head of his dick at Buck’s hole, then pressed in, adding groans and gasps to their kisses. One of Buck’s legs, his bad one, hooked around Tommy’s waist as he was filled, the slow drag of that beautiful cock making space in Buck’s body for it.
Tommy reached back to unwrap that leg when he slid in balls-deep, pressed in as deep in Buck’s body as anyone had ever been, to hike it up over his elbow, opening Buck wide for the fucking Buck ached for.
“Good?” Tommy asked.
“Fucking perfect,” Buck promised and braced himself for that first filthy roll of Tommy’s hips because he knew him, he knew him so fucking well, he knew how he fucked and Tommy did not disappoint.
Even though he was ready for it, that first thrust took Buck’s breath away. He was spread open for Tommy’s cock, on Tommy’s cock, practically born to take every slick inch Tommy gave him, and Tommy had prepared him so well, so fucking perfectly, that Buck’s body just accepted that first thrust, and then the next, and then the next.
“Yeah,” Buck breathed, rocking against Tommy’s hips. “Fucking missing this.”
Tommy leaned back and Buck felt his eyes eat him up as much as he felt Tommy’s cock fucking into him. It made Buck stretch and arch his back to show off his body the way he knew Tommy liked.
“Worth the wait?”
Buck grinned. “Depends. Gonna put your back into it any time soon?”
He got exactly what he was aiming for when Tommy’s eyes darkened and he dropped the grip he had on Buck’s thighs to pin his wrists beside his head, delivering three rough, deep thrusts before kissing him. “I think it’s time to remind you how I handle you when you’re being a brat.”
“Yes please.”
He gave him one last kiss, soft and syrupy and sweet, like he was rewarding Buck for his manners, then Tommy shifted his weight and did as Buck asked.
It was a fast and hard fucking that had Buck’s toes curling and his throat aching from the noises Tommy’s dick punched out of his lungs. Tommy kept Buck’s hands pinned right where they were as he fucked him roughly with all of his pent up sexual frustration from the months of waiting Buck had enforced, taking everything he wanted from Buck’s body but also aiming for Buck’s prostate every single time he slammed his cock back into his sloppy hole, right where it belonged.
There had been times in the past where Buck really believed that Tommy had been out to ruin him for any other man — if Buck could form any thoughts in his fucked-out head, he probably would have thought Tommy was trying that again.
As it was, though, as Tommy pounded Buck’s brain into ecstatic mush, the only thought Buck could manage was Tommy’s name, which spilled from his mouth in between moans, barely audible over the smacking of their bodies.
“Fuck, this hole is better than your throat.”
And then Tommy changed it up. He let go of Buck’s wrists to grab him by the back of his knees, pushing up and up until Buck was damn near folded in half. He manhandled him until he had Buck right where he wanted, and Buck remembered, somehow, that Tommy had fought off two men earlier in the night and that if he really wanted to, he could throw out some move that Buck would have no defence against and take everything from Buck, and God, Buck would fucking let him.
He’d let him push him around and bully his cock into his hole whenever he wanted, the way he’d taken on those two guys like it was nothing. He’d give Tommy every part of him, no hesitation.
Buck reached between them for his cock to stroke himself in time with Tommy’s wild thrusts.
“Yeah,” Tommy groaned and managed to fuck Buck harder. “You look so fucking pretty when you touch yourself.”
Tommy had been the first person to really call Buck pretty and he knew, he fucking knew, how much Buck enjoyed it and got off on it.
“Can’t believe I forgot.” He leaned back for a moment to let a string of spit fall on Buck’s cock, as if it needed the extra slick, as if his cock wasn’t leaking like a hose. Knowing that it was Tommy’s spit made it feel better. “I remembered how pretty you are with my dick in your mouth, but this? You jerking yourself off while I fuck you? So fucking beautiful, Evan.”
Buck felt his orgasm building in his gut. He moaned lowly.
“Getting close, baby?”
Buck nodded his head quickly.
Tommy dropped his legs and covered his body, his hips still snapping up into Buck’s at a brutal pace. “Me too. Do you want it in your ass on your face?”
The nails of Buck’s free hand dragged up Tommy’s spine just the way he knew he liked it. “Face,” Buck breathed. “Want you to come on my face.”
“No one would see. It’d be a waste.”
Didn’t stop Tommy from sill fucking him, though.
“It’d be for you,” Buck managed to get out, his hand flying over his cock, squeezing harder. He was so fucking close.
Tommy groaned. “Yeah? Your pretty face covered in my come and it’d be just for me?” He grabbed Buck’s arse and lifted him just that little bit, getting a better angle.
A finger brushed over Buck’s hole teasingly and that was it. Buck came with a cry, spilling over his hand and their torsos in pulsing waves.
He’d barely caught his breath when Tommy pulled out suddenly and yanked him off the bed by his ankle. Buck had the wherewithal to close his eyes and open his mouth, sticking out his tongue, but not much else. He felt Tommy paint his face with his come, four hot jets that landed across his cheeks, nose and brow with the final drops landing on his tongue.
Buck opened his eyes when Tommy fed him his cock again.
“That’s the view I wanted,” Tommy sighed as Buck blinked up at him.
“Grab your phone. Take a photo,” Buck told him, letting him slip from his mouth.
Tommy didn’t hesitate. He moved away from Buck only long enough to find his jeans and fish out his phone. The moment he was back in front of Buck, Buck was suckling the head of Tommy’s softening cock.
He’d spent too long without it inside him; he had so much time to make up for now that he was ready.
Tommy snapped up a few photos then reached for the Wet Wipes he knew Buck kept in his bedside table with the lube. He was tender with Buck, wiping the come and lube from his face and belly and chest and hole, pressing kisses to every space he cleaned until he was spotless and glowing from Tommy’s affection and attention.
It was a stark contrast to the rough, exciting fucking they’d just had, which made it absolutely perfect.
Once the wipes were binned, Buck settled under the sheets and urged Tommy in beside him.
“Worth the wait?” Tommy asked again as he tucked his head under Buck’s chin, half laying on top of him.
“Fuck yeah,” Buck laughed. “Was it for you?”
Tommy hummed into Buck’s skin. “It was perfect. I’m glad we didn’t just jump back into sex again.”
They fell silent as they settled comfortably with each other until Buck giggled. “I can’t believe we were almost mugged.”
“I can’t believe you had me fuck your face in a parking lot right where we were almost mugged.”
Buck’s fingers, which had been sifting through Tommy’s curls, tightened in his salt-and-pepper locks for just a teasing moment. “You have no idea how hot that was, though. I need to see you kicking ass more often.”
“No promises,” Tommy yawned and nuzzled into Buck’s pec. “Though…”
“Hmm?”
“I promise that we’ll keep talking, keep dating, keep learning things about each other, despite how tempting it’ll be to just have sex with you all the time.”
The party came to a crashing halt with a loud ‘no’ followed by a yelp.
“Jee-Yun Buckley Han!” Chim quickly scolded as he rushed to scoop Jee up into his arms and onto the kitchen bench for a talk while Buck deposited Robbie into Maddie’s arms so he could see why his favourite niece had kicked Tommy’s ankle.
Robbie, whose birthday they all gathered for, couldn’t care less for the drama – he squirmed and reached for more cake. Hen took over from Maddie and started doling out slices while the others gave Chim, Tommy, Buck and Jee the privacy to deal with Jee’s outburst.
“All I did was ask her if she wanted me to grab her a slice of cake,” Tommy said to Chim, which was odd. Jee normally loved Tommy – in fact, she’d grabbed his hand the moment he and Buck had arrived, determined to show him her new plushie. It wasn’t like her to not want Tommy’s attention, or to have violent outbursts.
“Well, that seems perfectly reasonable. Why did you kick your Uncle Tommy for that?” Chim asked and Jee pouted.
“Uncle Tommy is married and Uncle Buck isn't,” Jee huffed. “So I don’t like him anymore.”
“Married?” Buck could hear the laugh that Chim was trying to hide. “Why do you think Uncle Tommy is married?”
Jee’s fingers tapped Chim’s wedding band and Buck felt Tommy tense beside him.
Oh.
“Mommy said married men wear rings here. Uncle Tommy was wearing one but Uncle Buck wasn’t.”
“Oh boy,” Tommy grumbled before sighing. Buck looked at him and shrugged, wordlessly confirming what they were going to do.
Buck waited until Tommy pulled the ring back out of his pocket to slip onto his finger.
“This, uh, isn’t how we wanted to do this,” Buck said and looked at Jee, trying to not pay any attention to Chim, who was practically vibrating with excitement. “Do you remember how your mommy wore a ring before she married your dad?”
Jee nodded her head. “She called it a agement ring.”
“Yeah, an engagement ring. I asked your Uncle Tommy to marry me and he said yes, so we’re engaged which means…”
“He has to wear a en-age-ment ring.”
“That’s right.”
“So why did he take it off?”
“Yeah, Uncle Buck. Why did Uncle Tommy take off his engagement ring?” Chim asked teasingly, though he was grinning from ear to ear while looking like he was barely holding back the hug he desperately wanted to wrap Buck and Tommy up in.
“Because we didn’t want to steal anyone’s thunder,” Tommy explained. “We wanted to announce it when the time was right.”
“Bad enough that I came out at your wedding. Didn’t wanna, you know, take any spotlight from your son’s first birthday, too,” Buck said but Chim just scoffed.
“Are you kidding me?” He finally stepped up to them to hug them. “Two of my favourite guys are getting married!”
“Wait, who’s getting married?” Maddie asked and the party halted again. She rushed them to join the hug.
A happy chorus of congratulations and hugs followed, including an adorable and confused bump to Buck’s leg from Robbie, who didn’t know what was going on but didn’t want to be left out (he had the worst case of FOMO Buck had ever seen; he wouldn’t sleep out of fear of missing out) so he’d toddled over to them the best he could on his tiny, one-year-old legs.
“Gotta have everything about you, huh?” Eddie teased as he let go of Buck. “Not even a baby’s birthday is safe.”
“Hey, we tried to avoid that,” Buck pointed out. “And it’s not like I proposed just now. We’ve been engaged for, like, two months. It’s just…”
“Between the anniversary, and Mara’s birthday, and May and Ravi’s housewarming, we couldn’t find the right time. And then this little miss caught that I’d forgotten to take my ring off and got angry because she’d thought I’d married someone else,” Tommy explained.
“We will be having some very stern words about taking out someone’s ankle in a fit of rage,” Chim tried to say firmly, but his smile gave him away. “One that Uncle Buck can listen to…”
“That happened ages ago!”
“Tell that to my bad ankle,” Eddie teased.
Tommy shrugged. “Guess that means you’ll be in too much pain to stand behind Evan as his best man. I wonder if Ravi would be up to it…”
Chim, over Eddie’s spluttering, said, “If it can’t be Eddie, it has to be me, right? I’m the one who introduced you two lovebirds.”
“Yeah. That’s why I figured you’d be my best man.”
Chim deflated very quickly and hugged Tommy again. “Welcome to the family.”
Jee piped up. “Does that mean that we still like Uncle Tommy?” she asked and Buck looked as his fiancé fondly.
“Yeah, Jee. We still love Uncle Tommy.”
“Then he can get me some cake.”
Tommy barked out a laugh. “You’re so forgiving. Okay.”
She held her hands out to him, allowing him to lift her off the bench to lower her to the floor.
That was when Robbie decided that he wanted to be the centre of attention again with a well-deserved wail; it was his birthday, after all.
The engagement celebrations were quickly shoved aside for the new prince of the one-eighteen, and Jee didn’t hesitate to let her favourite uncle close enough again to invite him to a tea party with her new plushie.
on my hands and knees begging to hear more about gay chicken
i could have just as easily labelled this as 'unhinged horny shit' tbh
set pre-season 8 (i miss the loft), so christopher is in texas, and eddie is basically living out of buck and tommy's pockets.
which is all fine and good, except he:
jokes about how buck and tommy kiss each other as a greeting, prompting tommy to offer to kiss him, too, but eddie chickens out each time
keeps walking in on them fucking to the point where he just goes "guys, i'm here, i'll be out back until you finish up" because he doesn't want to go back to his empty home
which then leads to the 'gay chicken' part being less about not being smooched by tommy (he gets over this very quickly, they smooch all the time as a greeting) and more about joining them
excerpt:
So when Buck and Eddie were at Buck’s for dinner and Tommy arrived a little later than expected, he just let himself in instead of asking to be buzzed up.
He kissed Buck after he dropped his keys, phone and wallet on the kitchen bench, like they belonged alongside Buck’s. They did, really, and that was all normal.
What wasn’t normal was for Eddie, who’d had a glass or two of wine more than normal, teased them.
(aka the piss kink fic i never imagined myself posting)
-
Jealousy was a trait Tommy knew Evan possessed, but he hadn’t seen it since it had taken out Eddie’s ankle so long ago.
Jealousy, it turned out, was a trait Tommy really, really liked in his boyfriend, when it got him publicly mauled at a club after a drunk patron didn’t listen to Tommy’s rejections.
Tommy’s head spun with the possessiveness of the biting kiss Evan planted on him right in the middle of Harbour’s new probie’s bachelorette party.
“You jealous, baby?”
“...a little.”
Tommy laughed, absolutely smitten. “You look ready to take me out back and piss on me to stake your claim.”
Surprisingly, he heard Evan’s sharp intake of breath, felt the slight tensing of his shoulders.
“Oh?”
“That’s new,” Evan confessed with a flush growing over his cheeks.
They’d talked more when they’d decided on the second try. Evan had explained his deep-seeded abandonment issues, and Tommy had opened up more about his past and his hopes for the future, and while there had been shame and embarrassment on Tommy’s behalf, Evan had been upfront and shame-free about himself, particularly his past history regarding his (admittedly self-diagnosed) sex-addiction.
So Tommy hadn’t expected Evan to blush over the potential discovery of a new kink.
“Is that something you’d maybe like to try?” Tommy encouraged, because if there was something that Evan might’ve been interested in, Tommy wanted Evan to feel comfortable to try it with him.
And honestly, Tommy wasn’t exactly disinterested in the idea.
“P-pissing on you?” Evan whispered.
Tommy shrugged. “I kinda like the idea of you marking me up, letting others know that I’m yours. Feels right every time you come on me. Why should pissing on me be any different?”
“It’s far less sanitary. And ejaculating is at least attached to sex. Peeing is getting rid of waste. It-it’s different to sex. Shouldn’t be sexy.”
“And yet you’re probably logged more hours this month in eating my ass than I’ve flown, which is unsanitary, and at least one of us likes tits, which, you know, are meant to feed babies, not be a sex organ.”
Evan paused, then: “You like my tits, so both of us do.”
“You got me there.”
“Are you, like, trying to talk me into it? Is this something you’ve been interested in but haven’t mentioned before?”
“I’ve watched porn where it’s featured and didn’t turn me off, but I haven’t actively searched for it. My interest is in doing something that works for you, sweetheart. If we try it and either of us doesn’t like it, we know we don’t do it again. But if we do like it…”
“Okay. Okay.” Another pause. “When?”
“We can try tonight, while you’re still amped up over some other guy flirting with me.”
“I think it’s worn off in the shock.”
“I can go find him again…”
“Don’t you dare. Let’s go.”
-
Getting pushed around by Evan would go down as one of the hottest things to ever happen to Tommy. When he’d finally decided to be himself and started dating with men, they’d all wanted – expected – him to top due to his size. He was always the big spoon, always taking the lead, always holding the other guy up or pinning him down. It had been boring, predictable.
Evan was a big, strong guy who was happy to manhandle Tommy as often as he was gentle with him. He was thick and beefy and knew his own strength so well, never pushing Tommy too far. He was eager and responsive and so fucking horny for Tommy that the sex was never boring – that was, perhaps, why they didn’t talk enough the first time around.
And Tommy, fuck, he couldn’t think of why talking was so essential as Evan guided him through Tommy’s own house with not-so-gentle nudge and bites, pressing him hard into whichever surface like he wanted Tommy to bruise, like he wanted him to be marked up and Tommy was eager to take it all, his hands gripping Evan’s head to pull him in closer, encouraging him to leave the skin of his shoulder with a perfect mold of his teeth the moment Tommy’s shirt was gone. Tommy wanted Evan to bruise him. He wanted scratches and hickeys and bite marks. He wanted Evan to be territorial.
He…he really fucking wanted Evan to piss on him.
The moan he let out when Evan shoved him into the bathroom was obscene, amplified by the acoustics of the tiles and porcelain.
The whimper he let out when Evan told him to strip and get into the shower was probably pathetic. Tommy couldn’t care less; just followed Evan’s order.
“Are you sure?” Evan asked.
“If you are.”
Tommy heard him swallow, his throat clicked dryly as he nodded his head. Decision made, Tommy leant in for a quick, reassuring kiss before he lowered himself to his knees.
“God, oh fuck,” Evan whined as they struggled with his belt buckle, two pairs of hands hindering more than helping.
And when Evan’s jeans were finally undone and they pulled his half-hard dick through the fly of his underwear, Tommy couldn’t help it, he had to get his mouth on Evan. He took the exposed head into his mouth, gave it a suckle.
Thick fingers grabbed him by his hair and forced him back. “Fuck, no. I can’t piss when I’m too hard.”
And, sure, Tommy struggled with his morning piss if he had morning wood, so he completely got it, but he wanted that dick so bad.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make it harder. Literally and figuratively.”
Tommy sighed – stopped short of pouting, really – and rocked back on his heels.
“Come on, then. Mark your territory.”
He spread his arms as wide as the shower stall would allow, and waited.
It took long enough that Tommy got a little concerned that Evan was having second doubts, then a hot splash hit him on his sternum, right between his pecs, drenching his chest hair. The next splash was a little higher – his collarbone – then a stream doused his chest.
Tommy ducked his face into it, just the briefest of seconds with his mouth and eyes closed, then ducked lower so it cascaded down his back, letting Evan’s hot piss cover him.
It was then that Tommy knew there would never be anyone else for him. He couldn’t imagine allowing any other man urinate on him because of a wild possessive streak. He couldn’t imagine that any other man using him like a fucking fire hydrant would arouse him so much.
“On my dick,” Tommy pleaded before he even really knew that he wanted that. “Piss on my dick.”
Evan let out a groan and redirected and Tommy couldn’t help but grab his piss-wet cock to jerk off. Fuck, he was so hard.
He was so in love.
Was it as permanent or obvious as a ring? No, but he wasn’t ready for a ring. Someday, in the future, but for that night? He’d take his boyfriend’s piss as him claiming his territory and it was so good, it was fucking perfect.
“I should’ve had another beer,” Evan groaned as his stream turned into a trickle. “Why is this so hot, oh my God.”
Fuck, Evan had pissed on him like he would piss at a urinal: pants up, dick out through the fly.
He shook out the last drops – Tommy would swear they landed in his hair – before he bent at the waist, grabbed Tommy’s face, and kissed him, not at all caring for the piss he’d spilled over Tommy’s lips and chin.
Tommy was dragged up to his feet by that grip, turned, and shoved chest-first against the cold tile of the shower wall. Evan placed one hand in between Tommy’s shoulder blades and leant over to the shower caddy to pump out some lube – fuck, it was so cold after the steaming drenching of piss he’d just willingly taken.
Two firm fingers rubbed at his rim, then pushed in-in-in, stretching and fucking him fast and dirty. Evan pulled away for another pump of slick, then that beautiful cock was at Tommy’s hole, bullying its way in deeper and deeper until Tommy could feel the teeth of Evan’s zip biting into his cheeks.
Christ, there was something about Evan still being dressed that made it all that much hotter. All Tommy wore was Evan’s piss – fuck, maybe he did want that ring.
That thought was quickly fucked out of Tommy’s brain. Evan had an amazing cock and he knew how to use it, snapping his hips against Tommy roughly and setting a brutal pace that left Tommy gasping for air as he wound his arms around him, holding him against his chest, pulling him away from the tiles.
Evan licked up Tommy’s neck and groaned. “You taste like piss.”
“Your…your piss,” Tommy reminded him, which earnt him a harder fucking, a bitten shoulder. “All yours.”
“Mine,” Evan either agreed or claimed; Tommy didn’t know and couldn’t care because Evan was the only thing the mattered. “Next…” Evan choked on a groan, wildly rabbiting into Tommy’s hole with quick, sharp thrusts. “Next time, I want you to piss on me.”
Tommy grabbed at his dick, stroking himself to Evan’s vigorous pace. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
They were both desperate for it, Tommy arching back into Evan’s thrusts, their moans loud in their bathroom. There was nothing fancy about it; just two big men fucking rough and quick and hard, turned on by piss and marked territory.
“Make sure you drink so much before it, Tommy,” Evan continued. “Want to you cover me in your piss.”
“I will. I will.”
He’d give him all his piss if that was what Evan wanted. He’d hold all of it in for a day, drinking litres and litres in the lead up to make sure Evan was absolutely fucking drenched in it. He’d claim him, leave his mark with his piss before they would go shopping for a ring.
But until then, it was Tommy who was coated with Evan, from his piss to his touch.
“Fuck, fuck.”
Evan started to thrust harder, then he pulled out. He pushed Tommy’s cheeks together and rutted between them until he spilled up Tommy’s spine, two long, hot ropes, before he pushed back into Tommy’s hole to keep fucking him through the rest of his orgasm.
He was so good to Tommy to come on him and inside of him, making sure his claim was thorough and intimate with his piss and come. He was so good to Tommy to fuck him deep and hard and fast even after he’d climaxed until Tommy peaked with a cry, shooting all over the tiles.
The come-down was completely different to the fuck. It was slow and syrupy, soft kisses exchanged over Tommy’s shoulder while Evan rubbed his come into Tommy’s back. When he was done, Tommy turned and helped Evan undress, holding him close and craving the intimacy of being naked together.
Until Evan got him all riled up again.
“I had no idea I’d be so into pissing on someone.”
The thought made Tommy so fucking jealous. He turned them, pushing Evan into the tiles he’d just come on. “Me,” he growled. “Not someone. Me.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. Only you,” Evan agreed immediately.
Tommy reached down between them to palm Evan’s softening cock. “This and everything that comes out of it is mine.” He used his other hand to tip Evan’s head back so he could suck a possessive bruise into the skin of his neck, leaving a mark of his own.
“Oh my God, Tommy, yes.” His arms wrapped around Tommy, keeping him close, wanting that hickey. “My dick, my piss, my come; it’s all for you. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
His dick was getting harder in Tommy’s grip, which was perfect because Tommy was ready to be marked by his come again.
under a read more because it starts off as smut and doesn't stop
heavy on the daddy kink and edging, so if that's not your thing, you might wanna stay away
Evan was so deep inside Tommy’s hole that it was physically impossible to get any deeper, grinding against him, nothing but sweat between Tommy’s cheeks and Evan’s pelvis, as Tommy trembled through his orgasm.
It wasn’t until Tommy’s hands unclenched the sheet below that he really heard Evan’s whine and felt the way his own fingers were bruising his hips.
“T-Tommy, can I come? I did good, right?”
He was the best at fucking Tommy, and he was his sweet, perfect boy for asking, but…
“Who?”
“Fuck. Daddy. Daddy, can I please come? Fuck.”
Tommy sighed and angled his face back to look at Evan over his shoulder.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. His face, neck and chest were flushed and glistening with sweat, his curls were wild, his eyes were dark and almost glazed – he was so close to coming and was being such a good boy for waiting for permission, for waiting for Tommy to come before he even thought about asking.
“I don’t know, can you?”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Daddy.”
His head snapped back with a sob as Tommy felt the massive cock inside him twitch with a few brutal, deep thrusts.
For a moment, only the sounds of Evan’s heavy breathing filled the room as his unauthorised orgasm crashed over him, filling Tommy.
“Oh my God,” Evan practically whimpered. “I-I didn’t mean…that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He pulled out but stayed put. It wasn’t until Tommy turned and sat up and tugged Evan closer so he was practically in Tommy’s lap that he actually moved, burying his face in his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. You didn’t give me permission to-to come yet.”
“Baby…”
“I’m sorry, you just felt so good, and then you gave me that whole mean elementary school teacher line, and I just…”
“Evan.”
He pinched Evan’s chin in his fingers, lifting his face to demand his attention.
“You don’t have to apologise. It was really fucking hot the way you tried so hard not to come. I’m a little impressed, actually.” He gifted Evan with a quick peck of a kiss to his red-bitten lips. “I’m not angry with you, but you did come without my permission, so you’ll still have to be punished. How does that sound? Reasonable?”
Evan nodded his head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good, sweet boy.” His right hand soothed over Evan’s rump, making him squirm in his lap as he alluded to a spanking, but his left hand fell from his chin to his softening cock for a few quick tugs that had Evan cringing. “I think I will edge you three times, and if you’re a very good, obedient boy, you can fuck me again, and this time, you’ll wait until I give you permission before coming in me again. Does that sound okay?”
Evan had started to nod his head long before Tommy finished describing what he planned to do. “Yes, Daddy. Yes. That sounds so good. I’ll be your good, obedient boy, I promise.”
“Yeah?” Tommy asked, already leaning over to grab the bottle of lube. “How is your leg? Is it okay like this?”
“Yeah.”
He was so eager to please that Tommy had to halt the scene. “Evan, what’s your colour? I don’t want you agreeing to this if you’re not…”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so green before in my life, Tommy.” He leant in to press a firm kiss to Tommy’s lips. “Everything you just said sounds perfect. Punish me, Daddy.”
He did spank him a little for that. “As you wish.”
Evan had the audacity to scoff. “Dork.”
His revenge was to pour cold lube directly onto Evan’s hot and firm cock, which had hardened at Tommy’s touches and words, making Evan hiss and recoil a little, but the hand that had spanked him had wrapped around Evan’s back to keep him close.
“What was that, brat?”
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll behave.”
Tommy brushed Evan’s jaw with soft kisses. “I know you will. You’ll behave and tell me when you’re about to come, won’t you, baby?” he asked as he wrapped his hand around him, stroking that gorgeous, thick dick.
“I will, I will.”
Evan always reacted so beautifully to everything Tommy did to his cock and hole with sweet gasps and throaty groans.
His dick was the kind of dick you saw in porn – almost inconvenient in size but completely proportionate to Evan’s body. It was fat and dark with arousal and wetter at the tip than any other dick Tommy had had the pleasure of pleasuring. If Tommy could have made a dream cock for him to suck and fuck, it would have been Evan’s long before he’d known what the other man was packing.
And he was so reactive to Tommy’s touch.
The first time Tommy had given him a hand job, he’d been in awe over how good it had felt to have a big hand holding him that wasn’t his own, and that awe had never waned. It was like his eyes rolled back every single time Tommy touched him, sometimes leaking so much that Tommy didn’t need spit or lube to help.
There was no shame or shying away from Evan’s sexual past. He had been open with Tommy from the beginning that he’d been with women and women only, and that he’d been with several – far more than he could hope to remember. That wasn’t a surprise, Evan’s need to please people in order to feel his own worth was a trait Tommy had spotted from a mile away; the surprise was that the women he’d slept with had done very little to open his eyes to other options.
Sure, one or two of Evan’s exes had pegged him, others had used vibrators on him, but none had gone out of their way to appreciate a gentle prostate massage, or show him how sensitive his nipples could be. When he’d been restrained, it was with flimsy fluffy handcuffs he could’ve broken at any time, whereas Tommy could easily pin him down and hold him immobile until Evan asked to be released, which he very rarely did. He loved being put in his place by someone as strong as him, and Tommy was more than happy to do that for Evan.
Evan knew a lot about his body and sex, but, fuck, Tommy loved to be the one to help him find more things to love about both.
“Play with your tits for Daddy,” Tommy commanded and Evan obeyed, his hands cupping and squeezing his pecs and pushing them together to show off his cleavage. His fingers pinched and plucked at his nipples until they were hard, until they were too enticing for Tommy to not lean in to lick and nibble at them.
Tommy’s hand continued to glide over Evan’s dick, squeezing at the head, thumbing over his leaking slit.
“Close,” Evan breathed as he rocked in Tommy’s lap, fucking up into his grip.
Tommy, almost regretfully, pulled away from Evan’s tits. “How close?”
The way Evan licked his lips was too distracting – Tommy wanted to follow his tongue back into his mouth with his own but instead gave him the space to keep talking to him.
“Not close enough,” Evan decided with a shake of his head. “Keep going. Just like that.”
“Good boy.” He gave in and kissed him, licking into his mouth, tasting his moans and gasps. His baby boy loved being praised, which was why Tommy knew he’d be even wetter at his tip when Tommy’s thumb circled it that time.
When Tommy broke the kiss, he did so to mouth along Evan’s jawline, his neck, his collarbones, getting his skin redder with beard burn while telling him over and over again how fucking good he was, how he was so beautiful and obedient and everything a daddy could possibly want and love.
“’m coming, I’m…fuck.”
Tommy let up, his hand flying off Evan’s dick immediately to soothe him with gentle touches to his quivering thighs and heaving chest.
It wasn’t until Evan calmed down that Tommy kissed his chin, his cheek, then his lips. “That’s my sweet boy. Thank you for telling Daddy.”
He received a garbled groan for that, followed by a half-abandoned thrust of Evan’s hips, stopping just as the tip of his cock grazed Tommy’s belly. “Guh.”
“That was number one. Do you need anything before we continue?”
“P-pets and kisses.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Tommy gave him everything he wanted – deep, passionate kisses that were driven by Evan, and firmer touches over his shoulders and back, scritching his blunt nails through Evan’s sweaty hair. Evan’s hands were just as hungry, caressing Tommy everywhere he could, including his own hardened cock, until he deemed himself ready enough and tugged Tommy’s hand back down between them.
“Yeah?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah. Ready.”
Not for the first time, Tommy wondered what he’d done to deserve someone as perfectly suited for him as Evan. And, not for the first time, Tommy was so incredibly grateful that they found their way back to each other after the worst two years of separation.
“Fuck, I love you,” Tommy sighed, even as he resumed his slick strokes.
Evan’s arms looped around Tommy’s shoulders while an absolutely stunning smile bloomed across his face. “I love you too.”
They met in the middle for another kiss that started soft and loving but got wetter and steamier as Tommy continued to jerk off Evan. He kept his focus on the head of his cock that time, his fist tight and his strokes short and quick. He wanted to get Evan to the edge faster than the first time, and it worked; he had him writhing in his lap in just a few minutes.
Few sounds were sweeter to Tommy than the breathy mewls Evan let out when he got closer and closer to orgasm. The accompanied lewd sound of Tommy’s hand on Evan’s sopping cock was a bonus.
He kept the pace, squeezed his hand a little tighter, and savoured the moan that tore through Evan’s entire body.
“S-stop,” Evan whined, his forehead pressed to Tommy’s, so Tommy did and held him close that time, drawing Evan in so they were chest-to-chest while he recovered. Tommy heard and felt every single gulping breath Evan took as he tried to get his body back under his control after having another orgasm stopped so suddenly.
They didn’t play with edging often – it ordinarily was too intense for the both of them regardless of who was the one being edged – but Evan also didn’t often deserve a punishment like an edging from his Daddy. At most, he’d get spanked for being a brat.
Tommy waited until Evan had calmed down before shaking out his hand, though Evan spotted it. “Oh, I’m sorry; is the punishment you decided for me cramping your hand?”
Tommy nipped at his chin for that with just a hint of teeth. “Do I have to increase it to five?”
The smug grin disappeared quickly. “No sir, sorry Daddy.”
“That’s better.” His snarky comment did give Tommy an idea, though. “Lie back.”
Evan’s long legs unfolded under him as he followed Tommy’s order with Tommy watching his face see if there was any discomfort with his bad leg.
Pleased that Evan seemed fine, Tommy urged him up so his head was on the pillows while he leant over to a bedside table to grab a couple of tissues for a quick clean of Evan’s unsatisfied cock.
“You can tell me when you’re too close, or you can pull on my hair,” Tommy said before he swallowed Evan all the way down to the root.
Fuck, Tommy loved Evan’s cock. He loved the size of it, the weight, the heat, the scent, the taste. He loved taking it into his throat just to hear Evan’s adorable cry and the way Evan’s thighs tensed under his hands.
Evan started to babble early on, his fingers running through Tommy’s hair but not pulling, as Tommy bobbed his head up and down, sucking and licking and working his baby’s dick.
He pulled off to mouth at his balls, then lower, guiding Evan’s thighs and hips up so he could lap at his hole, spitting and sucking and licking, making sure it was positively drenched before returning to Evan’s cock, pushing two fingers into him as he suckled at the head.
Of all the garbled sounds that spilled from Evan’s mouth, Tommy could only pick out three words: Fuck, and Daddy, and Tommy and that was more than enough to make Tommy grind his own hard cock into the blankets beneath him. Tommy was the one reducing Evan to that, he was the one making him feel so fucking good that his cock was leaking precome nonstop into his mouth, and it was fucking glorious.
Tommy crooked his fingers up and rubbed against that spot that practically had Evan melting, whimpering, as Tommy continued to pull him apart with pleasure.
He only lasted maybe another two minutes before he was tugging on Tommy’s hair.
“Good boy,” Tommy praised with a tender kiss to Evan’s hip as he gently withdrew his fingers. “My good, sweet boy.”
“Shut the fuck up, fuck, don’t make it even harder not to come,” Evan huffed, making Tommy laugh and deliver a quick swat to his meaty thigh.
“Behave.”
Evan ran his hands over him as Tommy started to kiss his way up his body. “I have,” he whined. “I’ve behaved. You edged me three times.”
“And what does that mean?” Tommy stopped to suck a hickey into Evan’s pec while he gently fondled Evan’s balls.
“I get to fuck you.”
“And?”
His hand slipped lower to press a pair of fingers back into his hole.
“And-and I have to wait until you give me permission before I come.”
Evan was so easy for him, moving wherever Tommy nudged him. His knees bracketed Tommy’s hips, his head angled back and to the side so Tommy could nibble and kiss up his neck.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a good boy who listens to his Daddy.”
Tommy rewarded him by removing his fingers to wrap them around both of their cocks, jerking them gently a couple of times.
“That’s right, baby.”
He reached for the lube again because he didn’t want Evan to chafe any more than he already had and got to his knees once Evan’s cock was slick, positioning it at his hole before he sank down on it, relishing in Evan’s weak groans as he took in more and more of him until Tommy was completely seated in Evan’s lap.
“Good?”
“’m not gonna last long,” Evan moaned, his nails already digging in to Tommy’s hips as he tried to control himself.
Tommy twisted one of Evan’s nipples. “You will last as long as I want you to.”
“Fuck. Yes, Daddy.”
It wasn’t as if Tommy was doing much better – he’d been hard since Evan’s first edge and had just about teased himself with every touch he’d given Evan.
Having Evan’s thick cock inside of him didn’t help.
There was just something so delicious about the way it stretched him, the way it stuffed him full and deep. Tommy felt his eyes slip shut, roll back just that little bit, as he rocked on it, feeling the head drag over his sweet spot the way he knew it would, because if Evan was Tommy’s perfect, good, sweet boy, then Evan’s cock was Tommy’s perfect, good, sweet cock, like it was made for his hole and his mouth and his hands.
And it would come at Tommy’s command.
Tommy worked up to riding Evan properly, raising on his knees and sinking back down, pulling the most beautiful sounds from Evan’s throat as he worked his cock, until he stopped.
“Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me?” Tommy asked, trying not to sound as effected as he was, though he doubted Evan could hear his desperation over his own sugary whines.
“Yes Daddy, fuck.”
Evan obeyed, planted his feet on their mattress and started to fuck up into Tommy, the sound of their skin slapping together filling their bedroom.
Fuck, it was good. The pace, the accuracy, the urgency, the view. Evan’s body was tense and flushed and dewy with sweat, his face was scrunched with determination as he tried to make Tommy come first, pumping that massive dick into Tommy’s hole like it was his whole reason for existing.
Tommy had just wrapped his hand around his own cock when Evan started pleading with him.
“Please come, Daddy. Please come. I need it.”
“Almost,” Tommy promised, inching closer and closer. “Almost there, sweetheart. Keep going.”
His beautiful boy was so obedient, doing exactly as he was told. Evan kept fucking him, despite how much he obviously needed to come, his giant cock filling Tommy just right, his thrusts so deep and hard.
Evan let go of his hip to spit in his hand, getting his palm nice and wet and slick to help jerk Tommy off.
“Oh, fuck,” Tommy sighed, tipping his head back. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” He let Evan focus on his head while he stroked his shaft.
It was all he needed.
Tommy’s sighs turned into groans as he started to come, spilling thickly over Evan’s hand and broad, pinkened chest. His orgasm was so overwhelming that he almost missed Evan’s pleas.
“Please, Daddy, please. Can I – may I – come please? Please may I come inside you, Daddy?”
Tommy was nodding his head before he could find the words. “Yes, baby. You have Daddy’s permission to come.”
Evan’s cry was satisfying to hear as he arched underneath Tommy, his hips snapping up into Tommy’s body as he came inside him for the second time that night. Tommy encouraged him through it, grinding back on his dick, running his hands all over his body and telling him that he was so good and perfect and everything Tommy had ever wanted.
It took a while, one that Tommy savoured every second of, for Evan to stop coming and sink into the mattress, completely boneless and satiated and glowing with pride because he’d been good for his daddy and waited for permission that time.
