👀 🧪 possibly🧪 some 🧪 if the mood strikes? 🫶
omg thank you for getting me to dust off this wip!!! as a reminder for anyone else, this is bucktommy truth/sex pollen fic where they gotta FUCK and can't help but tell the TRUTH. i left it to percolate, the direction i was going wasn't feeling right, and idk if this will stay, but:
Tommy groans, grinding into Evan. "Yeah?" That yawning pit inside of him, the part of him that's always wanted to mean something to someone, isn't feeling so endless anymore. "I — Evan. I want you all the time. I can't get enough of you. I need — I need you, and it's terrifying." "You think I'm not scared? I've never loved anyone like I love you." Evan admits, fingers carding through Tommy's sweaty curls. Heartbeat stuttering, Tommy freezes. A quiet, weak, "Love?" tumbles out his mouth. Evan's brows scrunch. "Of course," he says clearly, confidently, like it's obvious. Then, hesitating, "I — I love you. Why didn't I tell you?" "I don't know, you tell me." Tommy's voice sounds hoarse. His hands on Evan's hips twitch. Was it shame? Fear? Revulsion? Evan's eyebrows draw closer together. "I don't know, either. Oh, no." Grimacing in pain, Evan shakes his head. "I think I wanted you to say it first."















