“These are pretty good,” Buck noted, taking another bite out of one of the muffins Tommy had sitting on the kitchen counter. They were really good actually, moist and flavorful and perfectly shaped. “What is that spice?” he wondered out loud, not so much actually asking, more trying to figure it out. “I don't think I ever had that in a muffin before.”
“Thank you,” Tommy said, smiling indulgently. “It’s cardamom and cloves. I found this recipe blog that always goes ham on the spices and somehow it always turns out amazing.”
Buck looked up from analyzing his muffin. “You made these?” he asked, surprised.
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Tommy’s eyes dropped to the counter, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. I kinda started getting into it after we broke up,” he admitted. “It felt more productive than just drowning my sorrows by eating my bodyweight in cake, but I also got to eat my bodyweight in cake.” He gave a little shrug, still avoiding looking at Buck.
Buck on the other hand couldn’t look away from Tommy. He was staring, wide eyed, slack jawed in utter shock and so so so in love with this man.
Tommy’s eyes snapped up. He looked about as shocked as Buck felt. “What?”
“Yeah. Same,” he eventually managed to say. “Not the eating my bodyweight in cake part, but I probably made everyone else eat theirs.”
“When you broke up with me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted ot call you. All the time, but I didn’t think I should. I wanted to respect your decision. Or I didn’t want to seem like I couldn’t take a hint, I guess. So I started baking to keep my hands busy and away from my phone. Every time I wanted to call you I baked, just so I couldn’t. I gave everyone so may loaves and cookies. I made bread for the fire house and bakes ziti, foccacia, baked Alaska. I’m still surprised my grocery store didn’t ban me from buying flour,” he trailed off, not having meant to say that much, but it had come out like that after all this time and it was probably a thing they should talk about, how they both had dealt with the break up, now that they were (finally) trying again.
Tommy blinked at him, eyebrows slightly raised in that way he always did whenever Buck dropped information on him that, in hindsight, for an outsider, probably sounded insane.
“You’re saying we both picked up the same coping mechanism to deal with our break up?” he asked, sounding a little stunned. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Buck nodded. “That sounds really crazy if you say it like that.”
Tommy gave him an unimpressed look. “Evan. It sounds like something straight out of a romcom. All it would have taken is for us to have gone to the same baking class or something.”
“We might have ended up getting back together a lot sooner,” Buck joked.
Buck nodded.
The look on Tommy’s face could only be described as irrationally fond. “Too bad we’re both more trial and error guys,” he said. Suddenly something lit up in his eyes.
“Speaking of, you said you made baked Alaska?”
“That’s with meringue, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I found this recipe for this insane Austrian cake that I’ve been scared to make, but it sounds so. Good.”
A wide grin spread over Buck’s face. “Well,” he said, trying to contain his glee. “Let’s see it.”
For @bucktommyfluffebruary round 2 - continues the morning after this. More under the cut because the boys are in bed naked together.
Peru, January 2017
They lay in bed, a warm breeze drifting through the open windows of the room Tommy’s booked on the beach.
There has to be some kind of rule against Evan sharing a room with a guest, but Tommy is pretty confident in thinking it won't be an issue for much longer.
He smiles down at Evan’s head resting on his chest. It's getting too warm to lay in bed like this, but the weight of him against Tommy, and the way Evan instinctively curls into him while he sleeps makes up for the mild discomfort.
One hand cards through Evan’s hair while he reads the article on his phone, and his right foot rubs absently up and down along Evan’s calf where their legs are tangled together.
He's already making a mental list of things he's going to need to pick up to make the planned excursion work when he feels Evan start to stir against him.
It starts with Evan’s hand tracing patterns on his side. Then Evan turns his face into Tommy’s chest to press light kissed against the expanse of muscle. Tommy lets Evan explore, pretending he's still focused on his phone until Evan’s kisses turn wetter and sucking. He's teeth graze a nipple, and send a zing of arousal through Tommy's body.
Evan shifts his hips, and Tommy finds he's having the same effect on Evan.
"Maybe put a pin in that idea, sweetheart," Tommy says, slowly disentangling himself from Evan to sit up.
Evan lets his face fall into the bed and groans. His words, when he speaks, are muffled into the mattress. "No. Why would you say that."
"I booked us one of the surfing excursions," Tommy says, pulling up the description on his phone. We have enough time for a shower and breakfast if we get moving now."
Forcing himself up off the bed, Evan settles back onto his knees, giving Tommy full view of him. Evan licks his lips, and tilts his head to one side. "Since when do you surf?"
"I don't, but I happen to know a gorgeous man who used to be an instructor." Tommy smiles, indulgent.
"And you want him to teach you to surf?" Evan is surprised, but he isn’t saying no.
"I like when we can share our hobbies," Tommy admits, feeling soft and exposed. "One my favourite memories in LA is when you let me teach you Muy Thai."
Evan smiles back, clearly recalling the month Evan spent living with him a year ago. "You liked that more than when we renovated your spare bathroom."
Tommy nodded, mind flashing to how Evan had looked with a tool belt slung around his hips, safety glasses firmly on his face. He flushes, remembering how often they would get distracted from their work. Evan got most of that project done while Tommy was working.
"And it has nothing to do with the way you liked getting me sweaty and pinning me to the mat?" Evan is being cheeky, pointing it out, and Tommy can't help the smile that breaks across his face, or the way his own body flushes with arousal.
"I am picturing you in a skin tight wetsuit, glistening in salt water," Tommy admits.
"Cancel the excursion," Buck explains, getting off the bed to head to bathroom. His cock is hard between his legs.
"What? No," Tommy protests.
Evan's head pops back out from the bathroom door, toothbrush hanging from his lips. "That excursion is ment for intermediate surfers. The waves are going to be too big, and you're going to eat it."
"No, the woman at the desk assured me I'd be fine."
"She was lying to make money." Buck leans against the door frame, words distorted with the tooth brush. He's insuferable when he's right, but he's so hot, too. "Cancel it, spend the morning in bed with me. We'll have a late breakfast, and then I'll take you to a better spot while everyone else is stopping for lunch. I'll even give you private lessons."
"Okay," Tommy concedes, picking up the room phone to make the call to the front desk to cancel it. Evan’s out of the bathroom, by the time Tommy ends the call and hangs up the phone.
Evan crawls across the bed, and straddles Tommy’s lap. Sitting back, so Tommy’s cock rests nicely between his cheeks, Evan grins. "Now, here's an activity we both thoroughly enjoy."
Prompto is a little bummed his S/O doesn’t like the camera–he’d love to have more pictures of them–but he’s not about to make them uncomfortable for his own enjoyment. That’s not cool.
That said, any time they’re okay with a photo he takes advantage of it. They’re the lock screen on his phone, after all!
He thinks about it for a few days, because he wants them to still be involved with his favorite hobby beyond politely looking at his shots, and it’s when he goes to get some pictures printed he is hit with inspiration.
Prompto asks his S/O to be his assistant! He gets them a couple of reflecting screens and a cute bag to carry spare lenses in, and works to get them used to the equipment and what it’s used for.
He’s still the master of using available light, but they soon develop a good eye for setting up a shot, and they direct Prompto to a perfect shooting location more than once.
Over time, they also begin to dabble in album layout–Prompto handles the photo editing, they just arrange the pictures on pages for him.
After a year or so of this, Prompto saves up and buys them a camera of their own so they can officially become a photographer, too.
His S/O thanks him and offers to be his second shooter when he makes it big as a photographer.
They practice their photography skills by taking a ton of pictures of Prompto. He doesn’t mind.
y’all I did not know that Pottery Barn advertises to lesbians but my girlfriend just showed me a video on their site with two women with plaid and undercuts and tattoos chilling in their living room
That Buck would thrive on Tommy’s trivia team had never been the question. He had anticipated getting invited for nearly a month before Tommy had finally taken him along. And after the first round Buck hadn’t even been the only one complaining that Tommy had taken so long to bring him. A month later Karen joined them and Eddie gracefully bowed out, not only because the team got too big, but it also got way too competitive for his taste.
I love that I have a boyfriend that will stream video games for me while I crochet. He's like my own let's player. He always gets so excited to play games for me too. We have a whole list of games we need to play through.
