it wasn't my intention to post the whole thing on here, but looks like i'm doing that again. i think there will be one more part after this.
parts one & two.
Tommy dropped his bank card. ”What're we gonna do on our second date, primal play?”
”That sounds fun.”
”You know what it is?”
”That's the one where you chase each other through the woods, right?” Buck asked. The bartender eyed both of them, but took Tommy's card. ”Or is that a different one? I get the animal ones mixed up.”
Tommy put his massive, and surprisingly warm, hand on Buck's shoulder. ”I need you to stop talking for a minute.”
Buck pouted a little, but bit his tongue until Tommy got his receipt. Tommy stood up and Buck's eyes went wide, as he leaned in.
”How about we go somewhere where other people can't hear us?”
Tommy was so funny. ”Are we doing the kidnapping thing?”
”Evan,” Tommy said. ”I don't know, but what I do know, is that I don't want to get arrested, and things are getting a little indecent here.”
”I can stop?”
”Please, don't.” Tommy stepped behind him and bodily pulled Buck out of his seat, steering him toward the door.
”Sounds like we're doing the kidnapping thing,” Buck threw over his shoulder and did his best not to let his knees buckle, when Tommy's hands travelled from his shoulders, down his back, and settled on his hips.
Once outside, Tommy didn't stop leading him by the hips. ”Where are we going?”
Tommy didn't reply. Instead, he led them around the corner and spun Buck around. His hand came up to grab the back of Buck's head, so it didn't hit the bricks behind him. Oh. Oh, Tommy was kissing him. Buck closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Tommy broke the kiss, even though Buck tried to chase him. ”Don't ever stop talking,” Tommy breathed and leaned back in. His whole body surged forward, pressing Buck into the wall.
Buck was going to come in his pants. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, pulling himself up on his tiptoes, and Tommy held him. Oh, fuck, Tommy could carry him. Tommy was huge and a firefighter and he could definitely carry him.
”Are you gonna have your way with me?”
Tommy turned his head and laughed. ”I'm sorry, I didn't drive. I'd have to plan it.” He sounded genuinely sorry.
”Wait, you'd actually do it?”
”I would do an– I would, yes.”
”Tommy,” Buck cupped his face and pulled him back in. ”We need to get an Uber,” he said in between kisses. ”I need to get my hand down your pants.”
Tommy put a hand on the middle of Buck's chest, pinning him, so he could step away. He dragged a hand across his mouth and got out his phone. ”Where to?”
Buck pointed, ”I live ten, fifteen minutes up the road.” Tommy handed over his phone, so Buck could put his address in.
Their eyes met over the phone. They smiled, then grinned, until they laughed. Tommy dragged his hands through his hair, his cheeks charmingly pink.
”You said second date, earlier. That makes this is our first.”
”You told your mom you'd call her back. Might as well get a few of them out of the way, so you don't have to lie as much.”
”Oh, so we're working on the cover story?”
”Is it a cover story, if we've actually been on a date?”
Buck was about to lay one on him for being so smart, when their driver pulled up and leaned on the horn.
Buck caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview and plastered himself to the door, so he wouldn't do unspeakable things to Tommy, and earn him a bad rating. He thought he was doing OK, until Tommy's hand clamped down on his knee. ”Sorry,” he muttered and stopped bouncing it.
The walk from the curb to his front door was agony. There was barely a foot between them, but Buck couldn't get himself to close the distance, in the brightly lit hallway, lest one of his neighbours walked in on them.
His keys were already jingling in his hands, when he said, ”This is me.” Tommy just smiled at him.
Inside, Buck closed and locked the door, before nearly walking face first into Tommy's chest.
”Listen, it's OK if we got ahead of ourselves. I don't mind slowing down,” Tommy said, ”or heading out.”
Buck didn't have the patience to get them somewhere comfortable. He pushed Tommy backwards, until they collided with the kitchen island. This time, he got to be the one to initiate. Tommy was such a good kisser.
”I need to get my hands on you,” Buck said, mostly to himself. He pulled on Tommy's belt, getting it undone, and pulling the fly apart, and sticking his hand down the front of Tommy's jeans. ”Oh, fuck.” That was a dick. Tommy definitely had a dick. He didn't manage to catch the waistband of Tommy's underwear, so that was still between them, but he could feel Tommy through them. The shape and the weight of him.
He needed to pace himself, he was getting too worked up. Buck tipped forward, resting his head in the crook of Tommy's neck. He was almost panting.
”You OK?”
”Yeah,” Buck nodded. ”Got too excited, but I'm OK.”
Tommy chuckled and rested his hands on Buck's hips. They felt like oven mitts, but Tommy's bare hands were just that big. His fingers were teasing at the hem of Buck's shirt.
It would've been easier, less restricting, if he got his hands on Tommy's skin, but it was hot having to do it through his underwear. He never imagined having a dick in his hand would feel this good – someone else's dick.
”I like this so much,” he muttered, and pressed his mouth to Tommy's neck.
”Me, too,” Tommy said. His hand wasn't down Buck's pants, so they probably weren't talking about the same thing.
”What's your favourite thing?”
”My what?”
”Sex with men. What's your favourite thing to do?”
Tommy's hands went up under Buck's shirt. His nails were short, but long enough to scritch a little. Buck's whole body shivered at the sensation. ”Depends on the guy,” Tommy said.
”Cop out,” Buck teased.
”Not everyone likes getting eaten out. If they don't like it, it's not fun.”
”Eat– We need to do that,” Buck said. ”Right now.” He took a step back, and did everything he could not to whine, when he pulled his hand out of Tommy's pants. God, he looked good standing there, with his pants undone and Buck's spit all over his neck. ”You need to send me so many nudes. You need to be the background on my phone.”
Tommy laughed and hiked his pants up, where they were sagging around his hips. ”Before or after the rim job?”
Buck grabbed his hands. ”My bed is upstairs.”
They tumbled up the stairs, where Buck was confronted with his unmade bed . He should've done a bit of tidying. But the kitchen sink was full of dishes and Tommy hadn't said a thing – probably hadn't noticed.
Buck kicked off his shoes and got rid of his shirt, before crawling onto the bed. He pushed the duvet aside, so it didn't bunch under them. ”Come on,” he made grabby hands at Tommy.
Tommy shook his head, grinning, and got off his shoes and his overshirt. How he looked broader in a tanktop, Buck had no idea. Tommy climbed on. Buck held his breath, as Tommy's weight came down on him in increments. Legs first, then hips, chest. Tommy's body covered every bit of his. Buck moaned at the feeling of Tommy's thigh between his legs. If Buck's thigh felt half as good as this, Buck didn't know how Tommy managed to stay quiet.
They kissed until neither one of them could breathe. Buck thought they broke apart to catch their breath, when he was flipped over onto his stomach. Tommy laughed at his yelp.
There was nothing to hold on to, so Buck's hands clenched uselessly in the air, when Tommy's face met the middle of his back. He was lying there, panting, as Tommy's mouth kissed a line down his spine.
”Get your belt,” Tommy said into his lower back.
Buck only lifted his hips as much as he needed to, to get his hands under himself. The belt was barely undone, before Tommy yanked his jeans down, without waiting for the button or the zipper. His own question from earlier played in his head,
Are you gonna have your way with me?
Tommy's mouth continued its path down. Buck tried to part his legs, but his jeans were keeping them together. Tommy had seemingly given up around his knees. He felt Tommy's nose between his asscheeks and breathing became very difficult.
He may have shrieked a little, at first contact, but in Buck's defense, it had been a while and he'd kind of forgotten what it felt like. Tommy laughed against his asshole, which Buck did not know would feel like that. He didn't hate it.
Buck lost all sense of time. He was pretty sure he was drooling. He had been eaten out before, but not with this level of enthusiasm. He was wet from his taint to his tailbone, not counting the mess he was making himelf.
”Tommy. Tommy. I'm gonna come.”
”Then come.”
Buck craned his neck and looked over his shoulder. ”You sure?”
”Well, Thirty-Two, if you can't go again, I'll find your prostate. You don't need to get hard for that.”
”Oh, my god,” Buck whimpered into the sheets.
Tommy sat up and yanked Buck's jeans the rest of the way off, but it was hardly a reprieve, his tongue was back in no time.
Tommy hadn't meant to nod off during Maddie and Chimney's celebration, but after nearly eighteen hours of fighting that massive fire, first from the air, then having to join the ground crew, he really just couldn't stop it. He had only meant to sit down in one of the chairs in the hallway for a second, but the next thing he knew, Buck was gently shaking his shoulder.
"Sorry." Buck smiled at him.
"You don't need to apologize. I get it." Buck looked over his shoulder into the room where the party was still going. "You wanna get out of here?"
"Evan, it's your sister's wedding." Tommy stood up, grunting a little as his muscles protested. "You should be here. I can order a ride if I need to go."
"I'm pretty sure they're gonna start kicking people out soon. Visiting hours have been over for a while. We just need to pop in and say goodbye."
Tommy was sure everyone in the room knew he was dead on his feet. Then again, most of them probably were, too, after they had to spend the day reenacting The Hangover. They mostly kept their goodbyes short, he didn't miss the looks Hen and her wife gave Buck as they hugged him. Maddie held on to him the longest and Buck hugged her tightly back. When they pulled apart, they locked their pinkies together and Buck's smile could have blinded the whole city.
Buck's farewell to his parents was entirely different. He shifted awkwardly in front of them, looking just slightly off to the side. His father shook his hand. His mother turned her cheek for a kiss and frowned at Tommy when she spotted him. She squeezed Buck's arm.
"We'll talk tomorrow," She said. Buck smiled tightly.
"Great." He hurried back to Tommy and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room. Tommy glanced over his shoulder and saw Buck's mother whispering furiously to her husband, who seemed to be confused as to why she was so upset.
"Thank you for asking me to be your date," Tommy said as they walked across the parking lot. His fingers had wrapped around Buck's between the elevator and the sliding doors. "I'm sorry I missed the ceremony, though. I'm sure it was nice."
"Yeah, it was," Buck said, looking down at his feet. "I'm really happy for them. After everything Maddie has been through, she deserves a happy ending."
Tommy looked over at him, but Buck didn't seem inclined to explain further. They got to his jeep and Buck opened the passenger door for him. He looked at Tommy, then blushed.
"Oh, uh, sorry. Force of habit."
"No, it's nice." Tommy leaned over and kissed him softly before sliding into the car. "You might have to get the seats cleaned," He said, looking down at his soot-covered turn outs.
"Don't worry about it."
They were halfway through the drive when Tommy had a realization.
"I never gave you my address." Buck's answering smile was shy.
"My place isn't too far from the hospital. I thought you could just shower and stay the night." He blushed again. "But, uh, if it's too soon for that, I understand. I can always take you home."
Tommy put a hand on his knee. Buck's breath caught in his throat and Tommy pretended not to notice.
"Staying the night sounds great."
He was still as impressed by Buck's loft as he was the first time he saw it. He kicked off his boots by the door to keep from tracking dirt and ash across his floor as Buck went upstairs. He came back with an armfull of clothes.
"They might be a little small, but unless you want to sleep naked..." He wiggled his eyebrows and Tommy laughed.
"Not tonight." He moved into his space and kissed him again as he took the stack from him. "Thank you."
"The-the bathroom is right there. There are washcloths and towels in the cabinet. Help yourself to anything. Are you hungry? I could throw something together while you're in there."
"I'm good. Honestly, I'm just ready to pass out."
"Right. Of course. Go ahead and get cleaned up. I'm just gonna straighten up a little."
Tommy showered quickly, washing away the reek of soot and sweat and smoke with Buck's body wash and shampoo. He couldn't deny that he liked the idea of smelling like him, maybe a little too much this early in their relationship. He dried and tugged the clothes on, the shirt was a little snug across his chest but the shorts were fine. He hung the towel over the shower door and stepped back into the apartment.
"Evan?"
"Uh, I'm up here."
Tommy climbed the stairs to the bedroom where Buck was standing beside his nightstand. He had changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants while Tommy had been showering. Tommy watched as he took a pill bottle from the drawer and shook a couple out.
"They're prescription," Buck joked. "My pain meds. It was a long day, my leg's not happy."
"What happened to your leg?" Tommy asked, walking further into the room. Buck popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with a sip from a water bottle. Tommy noticed there was another bottle on the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed.
"Remember a few years ago when that guy was sending bombs around LA? He put one on a ladder truck?"
"Yeah. There was a fire fighter pinned by the explosion. They had me on stand-by in case they needed an air lift." Tommy sucked in a breath. "That was you?"
"Yeah," Buck pulled the blankets down on his side of the bed. "I had to have a couple of surgeries and they put in a rod and some screws. It doesn't usually bother me anymore unless I have a hard shift or, you know, spend the day running around the city looking for Chimney."
"Wow. That's... I never would have known."
"You would've. The scar is pretty gnarly."
They looked at each other across the bed for a moment. Buck moved first, sliding between the sheets. Tommy followed and almost moaned at how nice the mattress felt under his back. Buck rolled onto his side to look at him.
"Comfortable?"
"Mm-hm. C'mere."
Tommy lifted his arm and Buck slid into the space next to him. He put his hand on Tommy's chest and laid his head against his shoulder.
"I don't think I've ever been held this way before," Buck murmured. "I mean, I'm usually the one doing the holding."
"This okay? We could switch."
"No. I-I like it." Tommy squeezed him a little, closing his eyes.
"Good. Me, too."
They were quiet for a long time. Tommy had just started to doze off again when Buck spoke.
"Can I kiss you good night?" He opened his eyes and blinked down at Buck. He looked shy again and Tommy smiled.
"Of course you can. You don't have to ask."
Buck sat up and put his hand on Tommy's face. He rubbed his thumb over his jaw for a second before leaning down to kiss him.
It was soft, sweet. Similar to the kiss they had shared in the kitchen a couple of weeks before. Tommy sighed against his mouth and Buck tentatively licked at his lips. He opened his mouth for him and his tongue slid in. Tommy wished he wasn't tired down to the marrow of his bones, he wanted to stay up kissing this man for hours, but he had to pull away too soon.
"As nice as this is, I don't think you'd appreciate me falling asleep with your tongue in my mouth."
"There are worse positions you could fall asleep in," Buck replied and Tommy laughed.
"Good night, Evan." Buck smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Tommy's shoulder.
"Good night, Tommy."
--
Tommy had wanted to take things slow and let Buck take his time learning about the new side of himself that he had been lucky enough to help uncover. Buck had seemed to be on board with that, letting Tommy gently kiss him goodnight at his door after they went out for the evening, holding hands as he dragged Tommy around the farmer's market and explained to him the best way to pick out produce, but he wasn't staved off for long.
After just a handful of dates, Buck pulled Tommy onto his couch and ran his hands all over him. He toyed with the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck as they kissed lazily, then ran his hand over his jawline, the pads of his fingers catching against the stubble on his face.
"Fuck," Buck said, lowly, pushing himself up into Tommy's lap. Tommy sat back to watch as those hands splayed over his shoulders and chest on top of his shirt. "Can you take this off?"
Tommy rested his hands lightly on Buck's hips as he explored the bare skin on his torso. No one had ever looked at him with so much wonder, like he was a gift unwrapped on Christmas morning. Buck slid his hands up his arms, squeezing the muscles there, laughing when Tommy flexed for him. He brushed his hands over Tommy's pecs, mouth quirking at Tommy's intake of breath when his thumbs grazed over his nipples. Those long fingers traced the lines of his abdomen and the scar on his ribs for a torturously long time before Buck looked up at him, his eyes blown nearly black. Tommy kissed him again, then, deeper than they had before. Buck moaned against his mouth, allowing Tommy's tongue to slip in and do some exploring of its own.
"Fuck, Tommy," Buck groaned again, when Tommy moved from his mouth to his neck, pressing soft kisses from his ear down to dip of his shoulder. Buck pressed down harder on his lap, rolling his hips slightly, and Tommy dropped his head against his shoulder.
"We should slow down," He said softly.
"Like hell," Buck replied, pushing him back by his shoulders and going to kiss him again. Tommy caught his face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks.
"We have plenty of time. I don't want you to rush into something you might not be ready for." Buck shook his head and leaned in again.
"I want this. I want you, Tommy."
"Take a breath, Evan. This doesn't have to be all at once."
Buck sucked in a breath and dropped his head against Tommy's shoulder.
"I can't help it," He said, pressing his face into Tommy's neck. "I know we're supposed to be going slow, but I just want to touch you. I want to see you. I want to feel you."
"You can have that, baby," Tommy murmured, rubbing his hands down his back. He was pretty sure he would never be able to.deny this man anything. That if he wanted the stars, Tommy would find a way to pull them from the sky. "Let's just take our time here, okay? You liked that before? Getting your hands all over me?"
"God yes," Buck groaned and Tommy smiled.
"Let me return the favor."
He slid his hands under the hem of Buck's shirt, brushing his fingers gently over the sharp just of his hip bones. Buck hissed a little, wriggling, and he dug in a little harder, forcing a laugh out of his throat.
"Interesting," He smirked. Buck frowned at him.
"I'll kick you out," He warned and Tommy laughed, pushing his shirt up further. Buck lifted his arms and Tommy tossed the fabric to the floor, leaning back to take in the sight before him.
"God, you're gorgeous," He said, tracing his fingers over the tattoo on Buck's chest. Later, he would memorize the lines with his tongue, become intimately familiar with the ink, but for now, he turned his attention to Buck's face.
Tommy kissed his forehead, brushing his lips over the birthmark on his eyebrow. He rubbed his thumbs over his cheeks, kissed his lips softly, then his chin. He ran his fingers down his neck, pausing at the dip in his throat.
"What's this?" He asked, gently touching the faded scar there. Buck blushed a little, ducking his head.
"Another failed first date. I got choked on a piece of freaking bread. She had to do a tracheotomy on me right there in the restaurant."
"Jesus, Evan." Tommy shook his head, then continued his mapping of Buck's skin. There was a big, red scar over his shoulder where the lightning had hit him. Buck shivered when he kissed it and he didn't linger. He laid his hands on his pecs and squeezed and Buck laughed, his hips jumping a little.
"You're a tit guy, too, huh?" He teased. Tommy shrugged.
"I'm more of an ass man, myself. But these are spectacular."
He ran his hands over Buck's stomach, enjoying the way his abs twitched under his ministrations.
"Any other scars I should know about?" Tommy murmured, trying not to think about the ones hidden under his jeans. Buck seemed to realize that and tilted his face, letting the light hit his chin from a different angle.
"Busted my face on the road trying to jump my bike when I was kid. Six stitches."
He lifted his arm and showed one running down his forearm.
"Got cut on a windshield pulling a guy out of a crash. I was on blood thinners, didn't even notice I was cut until the EMTs were on scene."
He pressed his hand against Tommy's side, brushing his thumb over the raised skin on his ribs.
"Factory explosion. Got caught by some shrapnel."
Buck shifted a little, his eyes darting around nervously.
"Do you-do you want to see my leg?" He asked quietly.
"Only if you want to show me."
He slid off Tommy's lap and stood. Tommy couldn't look away as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his long, glorious legs, kicking them to the side and sitting back down to stretch his leg out.
The scars ran from just below his knee down to his ankle. They were deep but clean, precise.
"Can I?" Buck nodded and Tommy ran his fingers over them. Buck sucked in a ragged breath.
"You're the only one who's ever touched them, besides the doctor's," Buck said, softly. Tommy looked up and Buck looked away, almost like he was ashamed. "The girls I dated after...I think it kind of freaked them out. They never said anything, but they didn't really look at them, you know?"
Tommy knew then, when the time came, he was going to knock that look off Buck's face and send it so far into the stratosphere that it would never come back again. He was going to worship at the altar of these scars, of the miles and miles of skin displayed in front of him, until Evan Buckley had no doubt left in his mind that he was beautiful in every way imaginable.
But for now, he shifted in his seat and leaned closer. Buck turned his head to look at him again, his eyes glinting in the light streaming in from the windows. Tommy pulled his legs into his lap and slid a hand around to hold the back of his head. These kisses were gentle and lingering, a promise of more to come in the future.
And for now it was enough.
--
Buck was on edge.
Tommy watched as he darted around his kitchen, picking things up and putting them back distractedly. Checking the oven over and over like that would speed up the timer ticking quietly on the counter. His knuckles just a little too tight where they wrapped around his beer bottle.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. Buck sighed.
"Sorry, I know I'm being," He waved his hand vaguely. Tommy shrugged.
"No need to apologize. But I've been told I'm a great listener if you need to get something off your chest." Buck rapped his knuckles on the counter a few times.
"I had a therapy session with my parents today."
"Oh." Tommy shifted in his chair, remembering the looks on their faces when Buck introduced him at the wedding. "I'm assuming it didn't go well?"
"Understatement of the week," Buck muttered, taking another swig of his beer. "It started off fine, but then they tried to make out like all the issues between us were my fault. I'm the one that left home at nineteen. I'm the one who never called to check in. I'm the one who had to make Maddie's big day all about parading around 'that man,'" Buck threw air quotes around the words and made a face of disgust. "I'm always the problem. Like they didn't spend my whole life pretending I wasn't there, begging for them to look at me, just once, like I mattered, too."
Buck leaned against the counter, pressing his hands against his face. Tommy felt the urge to get up and wrap his arms around him, but he held back. Buck wasn't finished.
"I had a brother," He said quietly, not looking up. "I only found out a couple of years ago. He died when I was a baby, leukemia. They only had me to be a donor for him and it didn't work. All I've ever been to them was a failed experiment that they couldn't get rid of."
Tommy did rise then. He walked around the counter and slid his arm around Buck's waist. Buck sighed and leaned into him.
"I didn't mean to unload all of that on you."
"It's okay. I'm glad you did." Tommy bit his lip. "My parents got divorced when I was seven."
Buck looked up at him and Tommy fidgeted with the hem of the overshirt he was wearing.
"We lived in Montana then. My mom moved to Seattle. I spent most of my adolescence as an unaccompanied minor going back and forth between them. My mom loved me, but she was kind of wrapped up in herself. I think she was on husband number four when I left for the army, I can't really remember. My dad," Tommy shook his head. "My dad sucked."
"I'm sorry," Buck murmured.
"Growing up is hard. It's harder when the people who are supposed to guide you are distant."
"At least I had Maddie for most of it. You were alone." Tommy shrugged again.
"I've always been good on my own." He looked down into Buck's eyes and smiled. "But I'm glad I don't have to be anymore."
Buck pushed up and kissed him. Tommy pressed him back against the counter, sliding his hands around his back underneath the top layer of his clothes. Buck's fingers slid into his hair and he sighed into his mouth, like Tommy's touch grounded him.
"Can I try something?" Tommy asked against his lips and Buck nodded.
Tommy slid his hands down, squeezed briefly at Buck's ass, making his hips jolt against his before he wrapped his hands around the backs of his thighs. He lifted, hefting his boyfriend up on the kitchen island and pushing himself into the space between his knees. Buck groaned, pressing his face against Tommy's neck.
"Holy fuck, that was hot," He said, pulling Tommy closer until their groins we rubbing together. Tommy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning too loudly in Buck's ear.
"Noted," He murmured, gripping his hips. He dipped his head and caught his mouth again, his tongue sliding right in. They stayed like that, Buck's heels hooked around the backs of his knees, rutting against each other like teenagers, until the timer next to them rang shrilly. Buck slammed his hand down on it, knocking it to the floor, and Tommy chuckled.
"You should get that out of the oven. We don't want to burn the place down."
"They have insurance," Buck muttered, trying to pull him back in. Tommy stepped out of his legs.
"Later," he promised, kissing Buck's wrist. "I want to try this famous lasagna I keep hearing so much about."
--
"I can't believe you've never seen Love, Actually," Tommy said for probably the hundredth time as they settled on his couch. "I mean, it's a holiday staple, Evan."
"And yet, you're making me watch it in August." Tommy rolled his eyes. "I haven't seen a lot of movies. I have a hard time sitting still that long."
"You've seen all the Star Wars and Indiana Jones films multiple times," Tommy pointed out. Buck shrugged.
"They have enough action going on to keep me invested."
"Or maybe you just like looking at Harrison Ford." Buck paused, tilting his head a little as if he was considering it.
"You might be right."
Tommy laughed and pulled up his streaming service. Buck reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, powering it off and laying it on the table. Tommy raised an eyebrow.
"It's your favorite movie, I want to give it a chance. But if I have that thing, I'll get distracted." Tommy smiled and leaned over to kiss him.
"That's sweet."
"Shut up and play the movie," Buck said, ducking his head.
Tommy pressed the button on the remote and leaned back against the cushions as the opening music played.
It didn't take long for Buck to get fidgety. Tommy could see his knee bouncing out of the corner of his eye and he was starting to shift around on his side of the couch.
"Come here," Tommy said, lifting his arm up. Buck slid over, nestling right up against Tommy's side, laying his head on his chest. "Better?"
"Much." Tommy wrapped his arm around his shoulder and held him closer.
"What did you think?" Tommy asked as the credits rolled down the screen. Buck didn't quite meet his eyes.
"It was great!"
"You hated it."
"It's not really my speed," Buck conceded, smiling a little. "I've never been much on rom-coms. It was alright, though, really. I wouldn't mind watching it with you on Christmas Eve."
"Really?" Buck nodded.
"As long as we can watch Die Hard after." Tommy groaned.
"Oh no, you're not one of those people, are you?" Buck looked slightly offended.
"Die Hard is totally a Christmas movie." Tommy shook his head.
"No. It's a movie that happens to take place on Christmas, it is not a Christmas movie." Buck held up his fingers.
"They're at a Christmas party, on Christmas Eve. There are presents and Christmas music. Someone says 'ho, ho, ho.' I'm failing to see what's lacking." Tommy dropped his head in his hands, feeling long-suffering already.
"Evan, I love you, but we will never agree on this."
He was expecting a smart remark back, but none came. He looked up and Buck was staring at him, mouth hanging open a little.
"What?"
"You-you just said you love me."
Oh. Oh, shit. That wasn't how Tommy wanted to do this. He had wanted it to be romantic, maybe on a sunset helicopter ride or over a romantic dinner. Not arguing over Bruce Willis on his couch.
Oh, well. No turning back now. He took Buck's hands in his and looked into his eyes.
"I do," He said, searching his face, trying to read him. "I love you, Evan."
Buck surged forward and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Tommy's arms went around back.
"I love you, too," Buck panted when they broke the kiss. "I've been trying to find the right time to say it for weeks."
They smiled at each other and Buck shifted to lay his head back on Tommy's shoulder, reaching for the remote.
"Fuck it. We're watching Die Hard now."
Tommy tackled him into the cushions, sending the remote scattering across the floor.
--
The morning sun streaming in through the window bounced off Buck's skin, making him look like he was glowing. His hair was curled and sleep mussed against Tommy's pillows as he tilted his head back in quiet pleasure. Tommy was settled between his thighs, pressing soft, hot kisses down his neck as he rocked inside him.
"You look like an angel," He breathed against Buck's skin before pushing himself up to look down into his face. Buck laughed a little and Tommy ran his knuckles down his cheek. "I mean it. You're so beautiful right now."
He loved these kinds of mornings when they had the whole day to themselves and they could spend their waking moments getting lost in each other. When the soft kisses good morning turned into long, slow touches across one another's bodies, starting a slow burn that they could take hours stoking if they so chose.
Tommy shifted onto his forearms, pressing himself deeper in Buck's heat, swallowing the moan from his lips. This was heaven, it had to be.
"Tommy," Buck sighed, arching his back a little, sliding his hands across the broad expanse of his back.
"I love you," Tommy murmured, his hips moving a little faster, the fire rising in his veins. Buck's fingers twisted into his hair, pulling his mouth back down to meet his own.
"I love you, too." His knees pressed harder into Tommy's ribs, his breathing picking up speed as they hurdled toward release together. The room echoed back their soft sounds as they clung to each other, giving in to the blaze they created.
Tommy laid his head on Buck's chest as they came down, a light sheen of sweat cooling on their skin. Buck ran his fingers through his hair, humming quietly when Tommy kissed the spot on his chest where he could feel his heart beating.
"Good morning," Tommy said, leaning up to kiss his mouth.
"No. Too early," Buck mumbled, pulling the blankets up over their heads. "Back to sleep."
Tommy laughed a little as he snuggled in close, his eyes already drifting shut again. He put his arms around him and kissed his head.
Later, they would get up and find something to while away the day. Maybe he would drive Buck to the flea market he liked or convince him to go see a movie at the vintage theater they'd found on one of their walks around the city. Or maybe Buck would want him to lay in bed all day, ignoring everything outside of these four walls until some biological need forced them up.
It didn't really matter, Tommy reasoned, as sleep snuck back over him. As long as Evan was next to him.
On the topic of Shane being sensory seeking instead of sensory avoidant, I do think that Shane sometimes get the impulse to hit his head or hands against something. He has worked very hard to keep that under control (can't risk head or hand injuries in his line of work.) But sometimes he just wants that percussive feeling when he feels like there is too much energy trapped under his skin.
He is also aware that he is a large man, a hockey player, and any type of violent-looking motion is going to be judged and he'll be called short-tempered or violent.
The violence of hockey helps. Sometimes, he likes getting slammed against the boards or pinned there while fighting for the puck. But that doesn't help him off ice. He has a punching bag, but its not the same. Wrestling with Ilya or Ilya laying on top of him also helps, but it's not perfect.
A couple years into their marriage, he tells this to Ilya. He works hard on sharing these things, that he'd usually worried about being judged for, to his husband. Ilya's already so vulnerable with him that he tries to return the favor as well as he can.
A week after he tells this to Ilya, he walks into their home gym to find Ilya attaching velcro strips to the walls in the corner Shane usually does yoga in, where there is no weights, equipment, or mirrors . There's a stack of huge gymnastic mats next to him, velcro on their edges. There are also boxing gloves on top of the stack.
"If anyone sees," Ilya says without turning around. "They will think this is for boxing. I recently took this up, you see."
Shane swallowed. "What is it actually for?"
Ilya grabbed a large mat, taller than him even, and pressed it against the wall, pulling to test that it's firmly stuck on there.
Ilya then takes a couple steps back and throws himself into the wall.
Shane takes a startled step back. "What are you doing?"
"Didn't hurt at all," Ilya grinned, now sitting on one of the mats on the floor. He bonked the back of his head back against the mat. "Completely safe."
Shane cheeks flushed. "I don't need this."
"Okay," Ilya bonked his head harder. "Its for me, then. Maybe I let you use it sometimes."
"Ilya...," Shane walked over and climbed in Ilya's lap, face in the crook of his neck.
"Shane," Ilya said back, wrapping his hands around him. "You know there is nothing you could do that I would think is weird?"
"This is weird."
"Well," Ilya hummed. "I have had my tongue in your asshole, so this is-"
"Shuddup!" Shane slaps him on the shoulder.
The set up goes unused until a couple weeks later, when Shane is feeling like there are ants under his skin. He tells Ilya he's going to work out in the gym, but based on the blush on his cheeks, Ilya understands what he's saying. Ilya tells him he'll go for a run, recognizing Shane wants privacy to test this out.
When he gets back, all he asks Shane is, "anything hurt?"
"No," Shane smiles at him, feeling settled in his body. "Nothing at all."
Summary: Buck and Tommy have a little accident one night. Buck devises a plan to make sure that it doesn't happen again.
Read on AO3, excerpt below
Tommy stared at the diner menu in front of him, eyes roaming over the same several lines without reading them. Guilt sat heavy in his stomach, so he wasn’t sure what he’d even be able to eat. But he couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look across the table at Evan.
“I’m so hungry,” Evan said, and Tommy could hear the sound of the sticky, plastic coated pages being turned back and forth. “Do I want breakfast or dinner? A burger maybe?”
“Anything you want,” Tommy said without looking up. “You haven’t really eaten today.”
“That’s true,” Evan agreed, the sticky pages turning again. “I wonder if they’d let me get a side of pancakes with my burger…”
“Why don’t you get the burger. I’ll order breakfast and you can have my pancakes.”
“Deal!” Evan said cheerfully.
Evan’s cheerful voice still wasn’t enough to assuage Tommy’s guilt. He sighed.
“Tommy,” Evan said gently. “I’m fine-”
Evan didn’t finish his thought. The bell at the diner’s door jingled as someone walked in.
“Hey guys,” Eddie called out as he approached their booth.
Tommy finally looked up and across at Evan. “I didn’t realize you’d invited Eddie,” he said quietly.
Evan gave him an apologetic look then turned toward Eddie. “Hey, man.”
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and Tommy tried to imagine seeing Evan through Eddie’s eyes. Evan had dark bruises spreading from the bridge of his nose beneath his eyes. His nose was swollen and red, a big scrape and bruise in the middle of his forehead that disappeared beneath a bandage he’d received at the hospital. With his short sleeved shirt, Tommy could also see where the inside of his elbow was bruised, thanks to an intern in the ER who had struggled to find his vein.
Tommy had been afraid to look at him too much, feeling absolutely sick that he’d been the cause of that pain.
“Jesus,” Eddie said under his breath. “What the hell happened?”
Eddie turned and looked at Tommy, assessing him, no doubt noticing that Tommy was completely injury free.
“Sit down so we can order some food,” Evan said impatiently.
Eddie took the seat next to Evan, did a quick scan of the menu, then shut it. Their waitress came soon after to take their order and bring them their drinks, then left them to it.
“One of you better talk,” Eddie said, looking between them, then his eyes landed on Evan and he lowered his voice. “He didn’t do that to you, did he?” he asked, jerking his thumb toward Tommy.
“Not on purpose,” Evan said.
Tommy winced and Eddie glared at him.
“Listen,” Evan said calmly. “I’m fine, okay? Both of you need to calm down about it. But Eddie, there’s a reason I asked you to meet up with us.”
Autistic Shane Hollander thinking he made a new friend, not realizing they were hitting on him, his social cues make it hard to pick up on those things, and Ilya being the lovely boyfriend he is and sarcastic boyfriend he is has to tell his sweetheart baby that they did in-fact not want to be his friend while laughing a little bit, then gives him face kisses because it makes Shane a little sad he didn’t make new friend and he feels bad for him.
Autistic Tommy forgot his headphones at his apartment while at bucks and he's overstimulated, and needs some quiet so buck having ADHD has backup headphones and lays on top of tommy to help him calm down, he just loves his baby
As many of my mutuals know, I love 9-1-1 and heated Rivalry, I wanted to say my input on this: it's weird shipping the actors in real life, there I said it, especially in the heated Rivalry fandom like oh my gosh we can't have nothing because the moment we get to enjoy something guess what? Weird fans have to open their big mouths and have to make things just so weird, like with hudson and Connor like I get it their best friends they care for each other but does not mean people have to go around harassing these people and on top of that all while Hudson is in a RELATIONSHIP HELLO!!!
And I have been seeing people ship Ryan and Oliver, again weird, then people especially the buddie fans wanna have buddie happen and complain that it doesn't. Shipping the characters in the show fine okay cool ship whatever you want, again IN THE SHOWWWWW, people shipping the actors in real life is not gonna get them what they want in the show if fans keep this up, and forbid the moment a actor puts boundaries up and wants respect and for people to back off all of a sudden the actor is rude, the actor is the jerk here and they're the rude one, erm no a lot of u fans are the weird ones.
Again my opinion and my inputs, I just feel like the way people get so obsessed with these people and start just babbling things it ends up ruining things for the rest of the fandom and fans who are actually trying to enjoy the show(s), and then they don't end up getting what they want because they ruined it for themselves and everyone else, I love Hudson and Connor but these are grown men by the way, so is Ryan and Oliver, they are allowed to have boundaries and not agree with something just because you're a fan!!!
Hope this helps put some common sense into some of your guy's heads:)
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