Last Minutes and Lost Evenings
Bucktommy | 13k | Mature | ao3
For @your-catfish-friend for the @911fanworksfestival hope you like it ❤️
Summary:
“You’re quite the hero,” Buck says. His voice borders on flirtatious, and if they were anywhere else, Tommy would be stepping up to his level, maybe even kicking up the flirting a notch. But the sirens of the engine blare, reminding him of where they are. He reels himself in, not letting himself get carried away in thoughts of what might happen if they were anywhere else. “Aren’t we all?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. Buck doesn’t buy it, his eyes lingering on Tommy, reading him and breaking down those walls. Thankfully, Chim starts asking Buck basic questions about where he’s from and what brought him out to LA, distracting him until they reach their location. But even with the moment of reprieve, Tommy knows that Evan Buckley is going to be trouble. - Or: Tommy never left the 118, and nothing could have prepared him for Evan Buckley.
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