Tags: Double Drabble Collection, Fluff, Some Smut in the very last section, Some Angst
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1. First Time Saying It Out Loud—Josh
“I’m… I’m…”
Josh sucked in another shaky breath through his nose. A thick lump had formed in his throat, stopping the air dead in its tracks and threatening to suffocate him. He gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning as white as the porcelain it was made of.
C’mon, Russo. You know it’s true, just say it!
Swallowing around the lump, he forced himself to look up and into the mirror, his bloodshot, terrified eyes staring back at him. God, he looked pathetic. And for what? Because he couldn't bring himself to say the truth?
"I'm... I'm gay."
The words shot through the air like a bullet. Josh felt them echo off the tiled walls, and bounce around the bathroom like a rubber ball gone mad.
But no lightning struck.
No ground opened up.
It was just him, still sweating, still shaking, still standing.
He blinked once.
Twice.
His reflection hadn't changed. Still him. Still scared. But also… lighter. Like some crushing weight had finally shifted off his chest. His fingers loosened on the sink. A sob clawed up before he could stop it, half laugh, half cry. For the first time, it didn’t feel like the end.
2. First Date—David and Michael
"I'm sorry I'm late," David exclaimed as the waiter led him to the table, where Michael was already waiting. "Shift change took longer than I expected. Dr. Parker has it out for me and—mph."
He hadn't noticed Michael getting out of his chair, let alone the bone-crushing hug that was coming his way. David froze for a second but then allowed himself to relax into the embrace and slung his arms around Michael as well.
"My ex-wife is a police officer." Michael pulled away, running his thumb over David's cheek one last time. "Believe me, I can handle you being a bit late. What matters is that you're here now."
David felt the heat of a blush creep up his neck and onto his cheeks, hoping his skin tone would somehow hide it.
"That means more than you think," he said with a chuckle, sitting down opposite Michael. "Plenty of first dates ditched me for being late."
"Well, maybe if those people can't handle a surgeon's schedule, they shouldn't try to date a surgeon."
David's breath stopped for a second, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. He could already tell that this one was going to be special.
3. First I Love You—Hen and Karen
"You bought me Lindt chocolate?"
Hen smiled to herself. She kept unpacking the supplies she decided to bring over when Karen had texted her that she had caught a bad cold.
"Of course. Anything to make you feel better, even if it's a little pricey."
"Aw, baby," Karen cooed from her seat on the couch, where she had covered herself in at least three blankets, "God, I love you."
Hen froze, her hand still halfway in the paper bag. Slowly, she straightened up, the tissues dropping back inside.
"Ex-excuse me?"
"Don't make it weird."
Hen turned and blinked, her brain stuck on standby. They hadn't said it yet. Or, well, she guessed Karen had now. She just didn't know how to respond to that.
"Hen, come on," Karen mumbled, shivering in her blanket cocoon, "it's okay if you're not saying it back yet. I'm a big girl; I can handle it."
That did the trick.
Without waiting another second, Hen sat down on the couch next to Karen and pulled her into a hug to kiss her crown.
"I love you too," she mumbled, tightening her embrace. If Karen noticed the tears that hit her head, she didn't say anything.
4. First Meeting—Tommy and Buck
"I'm Evan. Uh, Buckley. Evan Buckley," the man with the birthmark over his eye introduced himself, gripping Tommy's hand, seemingly not even thinking about letting go. "I'm shaking your hand too long."
Almost as if the realization had burned his palm, Evan let go and snapped his hand back, though the dorky, slightly lopsided smile remained on his face.
That's adorable. Tommy felt his own mouth twitch, though he schooled it into the neutral half-smile he usually sported.
"Nice to meet you, Evan," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his flight suit. "Tommy Kinard."
Evan giggled, a rosy blush starting to dust his cheeks. That made Tommy's stomach feel like a flock of hummingbirds had invaded it. This beefcake of a man was cute. Almost too cute. That he had a bit of a babyface didn't help in that regard.
But no.
He shook his head a little, just slightly enough that Evan, Chimney and Eddie hopefully didn't really notice.
Evan was probably straight. And if he wasn't, he probably dated someone. A guy like him couldn't possibly be queer and single. Completely impossible.
"Alright," he said, finally turning toward Chimney. "Why do you need a chopper?"
5. First Kiss—Michael and David
"So," David said, he and Michael coming to a halt in front of his apartment building. "I had fun tonight."
"Good to know," Michael chuckled, the hand he had on the small of David's back traveling up to squeeze his shoulder. "Shows me I still have it in me in my advanced age."
David gave him a fond smile, and... huh.
Did Michael imagine that, or had David's eyes actually flicked down to his mouth?
As if he could read Michael's mind, David now darted out his tongue to not-so-subtly lick his own lips.
Michael's face grew hot. David was fishing for exactly what he thought he was fishing for.
His mouth suddenly dry as a desert, Michael took a step closer, until they were nearly chest-to-chest. He reached up to cup his face, running a thumb over David's cheek, the other man leaning into his touch, before he slowly drew him in.
The kiss was surprisingly chaste, just lips on lips, but that didn't matter, not right now.
Because this wasn't Michael's first kiss. It wasn't even his first kiss with another man. But Michael could safely say this was the first time a kiss had left him breathless.
6. First Place Together—Karen and Hen
"This is it," Karen said after the realtor had stepped outside to give them some room. She stepped into the middle of the bare (for now) living room and started mapping it out. She knew exactly where to put the couch, the armchair, the dining table.
She had taken a single step into what would be their bedroom and had instantly known what direction they'd put the bed, how to decorate it, how many throw pillows she'd have to buy.
This house was perfect.
It just was.
Hen's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, making Karen startle slightly, though she relaxed by the time Hen had her head resting on Karen's shoulder. "It really is, isn't it?"
"It's us," Karen answered, turning in Hen's arms to face her. "It's so us. This house was waiting for us."
Hen smiled and pulled Karen in for a short, sweet kiss, the kind that Karen had grown to cherish. She rested her forehead against Hen's as she pulled away.
"Let's do it," Hen said. "Let's make an offer."
As Hen walked off toward the front door, Karen couldn't help but sigh. This house was their future, and she was looking forward to it.
7. First Time Bottoming—Buck and Tommy
Buck's eyes were pressed shut, soft moan after soft moan escaping his throat as he slowly lowered himself further and further onto Tommy's cock. He hadn't been sure what to expect from this, but now he knew that words simply couldn't describe the incredible feeling of Tommy prying and stretching him open, bit by fucking bit.
"Evan, if this is too much—"
Buck didn't let Tommy finish and bent down to crash their lips together, getting the last bit of his length into his hole in the process. "You're sweet," he panted with a smirk, pressing another kiss to Tommy's mouth, "but I really wanna fuck myself on your dick, okay?"
Tommy only let out an almost primal grunt, his hands grabbing at Buck's waist to lift him halfway off his crotch, only to slam him down again hard instantly.
Buck's breath caught in his throat for a split second before a loud mewl broke out of him, stars flashing before his eyes as Tommy's cock brushed against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpered, his forehead pressed against Tommy's. "Again. Please."
Later, after they'd spent themselves, Buck lay curled up in Tommy's protective arms. He smiled. Best. Night. Ever!
yeah hen in neurology class hearing the story of the man who got a piece of rebar through his brain with no consequences but im thinking about hen's professor telling the story of a neurosurgeon who had to finish an open brain surgery while a five-alarm fire blazed in the hospital. hen calling michael up to tell him about it and michael from there on bragging about his neurosurgeon husband whose "work gets taught in med schools"
