bucktommy + a pet
When Buck gets home, he's surprised to find Tommy sitting on the couch with his jacket still on, cradling the right side of his chest with his left arm.
His first instinct is that Tommy's injured and trying to hide it. He crosses over to him in a few long strides and that's when Tommy looks up at him. "H-ey, Evan!" He says a little too cheery. He tries to tug his jacket closed over his chest.
"Tommy... what are you trying to hide? Are you injured? I swear, if you're trying to hide--"
"Meow." A tiny muffled sound erupts from Tommy's chest.
"Did your jacket just meow?"
Tommy looks at him sheepishly and then pulls back his jacket to reveal a tiny kitten tucked against his chest. "I can explain."
Buck chuckles, shaking his head fondly, because of course Tommy would and god, he looks especially soft and huggable with a kitten cuddled against his big chest.
"Let me see," Buck reaches to pick up the tiny, fluffy thing, but it squirms and huddles closer to Tommy's face. "Hmm, I think he likes you." Instead, he bends down to take a closer look and that's when he realizes he's a tuxedo cat.
"Well aren't you a distinguished little fellow?" He strokes its head with one finger and the kitten seems to accept it.
Then, he turns to look at Tommy. "He needs a name, don't you think?"
Tommy beams at him. "Does that mean we can keep him?" He asks, hopeful.
Buck shakes his head again, smiling back. "I come home to my hot, beefy man holding a kitten and I'm supposed to say no? I'm only human, you know."
Tommy reaches with his free hand and pulls him in for a quick kiss.
"How about Hannibal?" Tommy murmurs against his lips.
"Hanni-- Tommy, are you naming our cat after a cannibal?!"
"Uh- I mean you said he looked distinguished and when we were watching the show the other night, you joked about Hannibal being like a cat and he wears tuxedos... Come on, it's funny!"
Buck groans, but gives in because it's cute, his boyfriend's cute. Tommy likes to talk about Buck's puppy eyes, but Tommy's are lethal, too.
"Ok, ok, fine, but if he starts bringing us mangled mice corpses or something..."
"To be fair, cats do that."
"Tommy!"
Tommy only laughs, bringing him in for another kiss, as Hannibal purrs contentedly.
