Just throwing this out there⌠if I were to make a tag list would anyone like to be on it? No pressure just curious, I know I tag some of you by default but now Iâm curious if anyone would like me to tag them or to stop?
A little Jacket Verse Part 3 to start your weekend. Smut under the cut
Tommy watches as Sal grabs Evan's wrist and tugs him into his lap. Evan throws his long legs fluidly over Sal's thighs as he settles, slipping one arm around his shoulders as Sal's arm wraps around his waist. It's the same kind of practiced ease he and Evan had built together during their relationship and it makes the jealousy he's been fighting all night rear its ugly head and roar. Sal's lips brush across Evan's jaw as blue eyes lock with his, hot and heavy.
"Why are you still all the way over there?"
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A shiver runs up Buck's spine as Sal presses a feather light kiss to the sensitive place right below his ear and one of his hand slips beneath the hem of his shirt. The rough drag of callouses across his hipbone have him shifting, grinding down against the bulge starting to grow against his ass.
"Why are you still all the way over there?"
Buck opens his eyes, he's not even sure when he closed them, and looks across the coffee table at Tommy. He's still in the arm chair he settled in after dinner, fingers wrapped tightly around his beer bottle, looking half turned on and half pissed. A muscle in his jaw twitches when their eyes meet. Buck smiles at him and reaches out a hand.
"C'mere Daddy."
The bottle clacks loudly against the wood of the table and Tommy stands. For half a second, Buck worries that something has gone horribly wrong and that he's going to walk out. But then Tommy's mouth is on his, two fingers under his chin, lifting Buck's face to the angle he wants. It's like coming home and Buck's chest aches with the rush of emotions it brings. Sal's hand runs up his spine and he groans softly against Tommy's lips, pressing back into the touch.
Tommy grabs his waist, pulling until Buck is straddling him, his knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips. Buck breaks the kiss and lays his forehead against Tommy's, rubs a thumb over his cheek.
"This isn't a tug-of-war," He reminds him gently. "There's no competition."
Tommy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, rubbing small circles into Buck's hips with his thumbs, the nods. When his eyes open again, they're dark with want. He turns and grabs Sal by the back of the neck, pulling him in for rough kisses, their teeth clacking with the force of it. Buck can see their tongues battling against each other and it might be the hottest thing he's ever witnessed in his life. He moans and rolls his hips down against Tommy's, seeking friction. He thinks he could get off just watching them, he could be perfectly content just rubbing himself on Tommy's thigh if it meant they let him see. Sal pulls away first, gasping.
"Bedroom." His voice has taken that low tone that makes Buck want to drop his pants then and there. He wants to surge forward and devour him, or maybe be devoured. A sharp slap to his ass makes him yelp. "Now."
Buck scrambles to get up, nearly tripping over Tommy's feet in his hurry. Someone huffs out a laugh and he starts to pout, but a thumb presses against his lower lip instead.
"Always so eager," Tommy teases. Buck opens his lips and brushes his tongue over the pad of his thumb then sucks. Tommy groans. "Fuck, sweetheart."
"That's the plan." Buck grabs his hand and tugs him down the hall, his eyes flicking between Tommy's grin and Sal stalking after them, already pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
When they get into his bedroom, they're a tangle of limbs trying to get each other undressed as quickly as possible. Fingers knock together and tangle over buttons and zippers, Buck gets trapped in his t-shirt because two sets of hands are trying to yank it off at different angles.
"Maybe we should keep him like this," Sal murmurs as he struggles in their grasps. "Make his guess what's coming to him."
And fuck if that idea drive him crazy. Buck moans, fighting harder against the fabric until one of them takes pity on him and pulls it the rest of the way over his head.
"Maybe next time," Tommy promises. Buck's heart seizes, then soars.
Next time.
Buck isn't sure who he should be looking at. He and Sal have never explicitly used the word 'boyfriend' to describe each other, but Buck has no doubts that that's what they are. Buck's eyes are immediately drawn to his thick arms, the dark hair on his chest and stomach, the was his muscles ripple as he kicks his jeans to side. But Tommy is here, too, stripping his own clothes away to reveal the tan, freckled skin underneath. Buck hasn't been able to stop looking at him, still in disbelief that he's really there. He wants those broad hands all over him, can't stop imagining him backing him up against every wall of his new house. And there are so many walls in this place.
Sal tugs Tommy to him, cupping a hand over the front of his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, and Tommy's head tips back with a groan, one hand sliding into Sal's hair.
It might be the single greatest thing Buck has ever seen in his life. His hand wraps around his own cock as he watches Sal and Tommy rock into each other, he sees Sal lick a rivulet of sweat off Tommy's neck and wants to kiss the taste of it off his tongue. He doesn't realize the low whine is coming from him until Sal his pulling away Tommy to smirk at him.
"Poor baby," Sal coos, looming over him. "Is no one paying attention to you?"
That hadn't been an issue at all, but Buck isn't going to complain about Sal's arms wrapping around him to move him further up the mattress so he can press Buck into the pillows. Not when Sal dips his head into curve of his neck and he can see Tommy pushing his underwear down his legs before he kneels on the bed beside them. Buck's thoughts are going soft and fuzzy with desire, but he reaches for him, reminding him that they want him here, they need him with them. Tommy shuffles closer, knocking his shoulder against Sal's as he leans in to kiss Buck and swallow up the sounds escaping his mouth.
It's almost too much to bear. Buck's had threesomes before, but never like this. Never with two people who know his body like their own, know exactly how and where to touch. The weight of Sal's body between his thighs while Tommy's teeth and tounge tease over his throat and chest has him panting and begging in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time.
"You make such pretty sounds, baby," Tommy praises, swiping his fingers through the mess Buck has made on his stomach. "So sweet for us."
Buck's brain has been too sufficiently turned to mush for him to formulate any kind of coherent response. The best he can do is moan pitifully when Sal pulls out of him, running his fingers soothingly through Buck's sweaty hair and tugging gently at the ends before turning full attention back to Tommy.
Buck takes back what he was thinking before, Sal straddling Tommy's thighs and sinking down onto his cock is the hottest thing he's ever seen. He's torn between watching their faces contort in pleasure between kisses and letting his eyes fall to where they're connected; to the strong muscles in Sal's legs rippling as he moves, Tommy's hands sliding from his hips to grip his ass. He could just watch them all night, for the rest of his life, but they're reaching for him, drawing him back to them. Buck kisses Tommy, scratching across his chest to hear the gasping moans he makes when his nails catch on a sensitive nipple. Sal isn't as sensitive as he and Tommy are, but Buck has dedicated months to learning his body and finding all the places that make him tick. He takes his time running his fingers across his ribs, over the swell of his pecs, the thick muscles in his arms, before threading them into his hair and tilting his head back to latch his lips onto his neck.
"You look so hot riding his dick," He breathes into Sal's ear, wrapping his other hand around his cock, moving tight and fast like he liked it. "Wanna see you come all over him. You want that, Tommy?"
Tommy moans, his hips jerking, and Buck grins down at him. Whatever Tommy sees in his face enough to spur him on, thrusting up hard enough that Sal loses his rhythm, giving Tommy the chance to set the pace.
"Fuck yeah, mark me up. Come on, honey, give it to me."
As he speaks, Buck sinks his teeth into the place where Sal's jaw meets his ear. Sal's body jerks violently as he comes, shooting across Tommy's chest and stomach and Buck's hand. Tommy isn't far behind him, grunting roughly as he slams Sal's hips back down against his and spilling into him.
Sal droops against Tommy's chest, foreheads pressed together for a few long seconds as they pant and exchange short, soft kisses, then lifts himself up and collapses on the mattress between them, satisfied grin streched over his face. Buck knows Sal isn't the biggest fan of post-sex snuggling, he says it's too hot right after, but he tucks himself into his side anyway, and Sal wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. Buck smiles and presses a kiss to his chest, then stretches his arm over his stomach to lace his fingers with Tommy's, reveling in the soft look and brush of lips against his knuckles that he gets in return, feeling complete for the first time in his life.
They force themselves up out of bed eventually, taking turns cleaning up in the shower and digging through the dresser for clothes. All three of them move back to the living room couch, Buck in the middle this time, eating dessert straight from the dish, but not speaking, each afraid to break fragile moment of closeness between them.
"I have no idea how this could possibly work," Tommy says after a while, the soft words seeming to echo in the silence. Buck feels his heart drop, and suddenly the sweetness of the cherries taste like ashes in his mouth. But just before the pain of another heartbreak sweeps in, Tommy lifts his hand to kiss his knuckles again, stretches his other arm over the back of the couch to reach for Sal.
Evan grabbed his hand and held it to his abdomen. Tommy couldn't feel anything other than Evan's stomach. Maybe Evan could feel something â or thought he could feel something.
âYou said you've done this before.â
âI have, but it's you.â He panted for a moment. âIt's you.â
Tommy had no idea what was happening, and he couldn't see Evan's face. Carefully, he moved back, pulling out.
âNo! No, no, where're you going?â
Tommy tapped his thigh, âTurn over.â Evan turned over with such force, the bed shook with it. Tommy took himself in hand and pushed back inside Evan's body. It was instant. Evan relaxed again.
Now that he had the freedom to do so, he wrapped his long legs around Tommy's waist. Tommy leaned over him, pressing their lower bodies to each other. Braced on his arm, Tommy said, âTalk to me.â
Evan's eyes went a little glassy. âYou're in me.â
Tommy wiggled his hips to demonstrate. âYeah.â
Evan wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulders, pulling him the rest of the way down. He kissed him with open eyes. âYou're inside of me,â he said with wonder.
It didn't clear anything up. Tommy had no idea what was happening in Evan's head. It seemed to have very little to do with what they were actually, physically doing.
âCan you go deeper?â
The answer was no, Tommy only had so much dick to work with, but he gave it a try. He grabbed Evan's thighs, pushing them up and back. It wouldn't do anything in terms of depth, but it felt different.
Evan sighed, hands finding his own abdomen again. âFuck.â He licked his lips. âWe need to do this all the time.â
There was a whole conga line of teasing jokes in Tommy's head, but he didn't want to cheapen what Evan was experiencing. Whatever it was, it wasn't an experience Tommy had had himself. He placed his hand on top of both of Evan's, pushing down lightly. âHow's it feel?â
Evan beamed at him. âFeels right,â he said, and grabbed Tommy by the hips. âMove.â
one thing i hate about english is your open compound words. what do you mean it's a light switch and not a lightswitch or a water bottle instead of a waterbottle. get real
surprisingly forward-thinking of jim henson and co. to make a female character in the 70's that's allowed to be loud-mouthed and violent and kind of overwhelmingly romantic and even a huge bitch at times and not have a moment where any character asks her to change
going through all the muppet movies in a row made me realize that like. miss piggy was made in the 70's. and it's so rare even today to have a character like her. she's loud, she's selfish, she's funny, she's extremely vain, she's obsessed with romance, she's violent, she's kind of annoying, and there's not a single moment in any of these films where she's asked to tone down any of these personality traits. i am not joking when i say that miss piggy might be one of the best treated female characters ever written
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I started writing this for a response to a prompt in my turn up the heat prompt meme but then I was like âis this dynamic⌠too overdoneâ because I specifically (this is buddietommy btw) like Tommy to be long-suffering and Buck and Eddie to be bratty as hell. so I stopped and didnât finish (plus I had to get back to work after lunch). but then I decided that actually thatâs what I like so who the fuck cares lmao
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Eddie kicked Buck's shin. "Move," he grumbles, scooching away until he was perched at the edge of the mattress, his body curled like a comma.
Buck kicked back. "There's not enough room," he says. He wiggles out from under the thin sheet until there's nothing left covering him. He flops out onto the bed, long limbs encroaching into Eddie's spaceâand Tommy's, too, on the other sideâas he pressed his foot into Eddie's leg. Eddie kicked at him again. "Stop," Buck whines. "'S not my fault."
"You're like a furnace, man," Eddie says. "It's too hot to be touching. Stay off of my side."
"Oh, so you get the whole sideâ"
"I'm on the edge of the bed!" Eddie says, turning over his shoulder to glare at Buck. He huffs and presses himself back down into his pillow, squirming just that scant distance further away. "You wanted to be in the middle."
"Yeah because I want to cuddle," Buck says sounding pouty about it.
"It's too hot to cuddle," Eddie and Tommy say at the same time.
"Okay, okay," Buck says, defeated. He goes quiet and the fan above them turns with a fast fwip fwip, circulating the air. It's at least some small measure of relief.
But then he shifts again and Eddie, whose maybe letting the heat get to him, growls. "Buck! Can you be still? And quiet? For one minute, pleaseâI'm trying to sleep.
"Hey." Buck props himself up on his elbow and pokes Eddie's shoulder. "You're the one being loud, Eddie, I don't even do anything that time!"
Eddie wants to argueâhe's going to argue, actuallyâwhen Tommy makes a grumbling, resigned noise from Buck's other side. He grabs Buck around the waist and pulls him in, then flops him over to the other side of the mattress.
A made up fic name? "from dusty shelves with books like rainbows"
Okay selfishly stealing this for my Hoodie AU XD
This is the title of Sal Buck and Tommyâs commitment ceremony now thank you very much!!!
This is the fic of the day they agree to sign all the paperwork, exchange rings, Have the party with all their friends and family there to celebrate.
Itâs each of them looking back at the years theyâve spent together and how Sal and Tommy became Sal and Tommy and Buck. I can just picture all the fluff and the tears Tommy sheds as he goes through his vows. And theyâre so romantic, more romantic than how he flew him and Sal down to Vegas.
But itâs Sal that cracks as he slides the ring onto his boys fingers. They agree to get fancy three tone metal rings, but Buck goes a step further and uses Sal and Tommyâs original wedding rings in the design because he loves that his boys and what they have with each other.
Three grown men crying their eyes out in front of three different firehouses lol đ
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