Posting WIPs, because it feels like a success, and that might drop me back into a writing spree.
Bucktommy, WIP, rated T, possibly going up
He's so tired, and everything is aching, but his mind is wide awake. There are so many useless thoughts spinning in his head. What if, and almost, Buck knows there is no point, but it's not like he can stop the images from forming in his head like shadow puppets in the smoke.
He's awake, awake, awake-
"Sweetheart," Tommy mutters behind him, body shifting closer. "Are you okay?"
His arm is sliding around Buck, dragging him closer and - oh. Buck's almost certain Tommy isn't even aware that he's half-hard against Buck's thigh, knows that he doesn't mean for his touch to be anything but sweetly comforting, but his palm is spread wide on Buck's stomach as he settles against him with a little roll of his hips.
Buck has used sex as a coping mechanism before. This is not what this is. Because Tommy is anything but just sex, and Buck wants.
"Tommy," he breathes, reaches back for him and twists his spine enough to press a kiss to Tommy's jaw. His fingers are warm when Buck directs them under his shirt and pushes both their hands down below the waistband of his shorts. He can feel the way his boyfriend inhales, the understanding, the half-formed protest. Buck huffs a little laugh. His
sweet, caring Tommy.
"Please?"
Tommy's head drops to Buck's shoulder - and Buck knows him well enough to understand that Tommy's gritting his teeth, trying to decide if this is what Buck truly wants, if this is good for him. He's never felt like this precious. But Tommy has a way of warming him to the bones with a single exhale.
Maybe Buck should be annoyed about the hesitance, about how Tommy didn't believe his word for it - but he felt cared for because he trusted Tommy's judgement, trusting it more than his own sometimes.
"Ev," an exhale. "Are you-"
"I'm sure, I'm sure."
He doesn't know if vehemence will get him anywhere here; but this isn't a ploy, this is desperation so sharp Buck can taste it on his tongue. Almost like the smoke, the ashey, horrible - no. Not like that at all.
