firestarter part four

let’s count this as my wip tags from @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember :)

part one // part two // part three
bucktommy, rating: t, 3.5k, superheroes and villains

“Don’t you have anything better to do than rob a bank?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than stop a bank robber?” Buck retorted, dancing backwards and throwing a smirk Kestrel’s way. “This is small potatoes for you.”

“You literally hung a sign up outside the bank with an X pointing here and dared me to come find you,” Kestrel glared, and Buck could see the faintest hint of red around his eyes.

Oooh, he was getting mad. Buck laughed, blasting the door off another safety deposit box and aiming another stream of fire at him. Kestrel blew out a breath and the fire turned to ice, dropping to the ground and shattering.

“I missed you,” Buck said cheerfully, stomping around and leaving a heartprint sizzling above the floor. “And I don’t have your number!”

“Can you stop, or do I have to stop you?” Kestrel demanded, hovering in the vault’s doorway. “This is childish.”

“No, this is childish.” Buck let the heart drop, burning a pattern into the ground. The bank was going to have to redo the whole room anyway — at this point, a few more damages was just going to make it easier for them to claim with insurance. “You’re not going to stop me.”

“And why am I not going to stop you? You are a villain. I’m a hero. Seems like the sort of think I am supposed to do.”

“Because my entire body is covered in flames, whirlybird,” Buck drifted closer, watching Kestrel track him through the room. “You know how you kill fire?”

“You cut off the oxygen.”

“But a person needs oxygen to breathe,” Buck continued, stopping just outside Kestrel’s reach. He let the fire get hotter, listening to the air as it crackled. “You freeze me, you have to freeze my whole body. No air. Boom, dead guy. That’s not very heroic of you.”

“I could just knock the ice off once you’re unconscious.”

“The second air hits my body again,” Buck watched a drop of sweat drip down Kestrel’s cheek. “Boom!” He cackled. “It’s like a bomb going off.”

“Give me the bag, Firestarter,” Kestrel drew himself up, rolling his shoulders back like he was bracing himself.

“Make me.” Buck made a finger gun and aimed it at the ground, dragging a line of fire across the vault.

Kestrel swore, jumping back when it singed his boots. It was even funnier when he was floating a few inches off the ground.

Buck blasted his way into the last safe deposit box, reaching in without taking his eyes off Kestrel. “Oooh, you know the bank records say that this one just had paperwork?” He asked, juggling the diamonds. He nudged the bag open with a foot, tossing them in. “I bet whoever owns this box isn’t going to admit where they got them,” he mused.

Kestrel blew out a breath and Buck watched as the fire started freezing, the ice moving faster and faster down the line. Shit.

“Hey, you’re getting better at that!” Buck said, instead of letting him know that Buck was worried. He took a few steps back, hoisting the bag higher on his shoulder and clenching a fist behind his back.

“I’ve had practice,” Kestrel said dryly, kicking the ice apart and stepping forward.

“See? I’m helpful.” Buck swallowed, thrusting his fist back against the wall. It exploded outwards, and Buck pushed himself backwards, redirecting the flames to the bottom of his boots and taking off like a rocket.

“Get back here!” Kestrel had to duck to avoid the initial explosion, but he was in the air a heartbeat after Buck.

“That truly defeats the purpose of a chase,” Buck called behind him, bracing himself and pushing faster.

“I’m gonna bounce you into a crater,” Kestrel threatened.

“I’d rather bounce on something else!” Buck laughed, taking a risk and doing a loop so he could look back at Kestrel.

“Ooh, nice work,” Null purred, popping into existence beside Buck.

“Shit!” Buck startled, the flames flickering out for the length of a heartbeat. He started to drop, and Nullity grabbed the bag away from him.

Buck rubbed his hands together, a flame restarting between them, and he stopped falling after a few dozen feet. Kestrel pulled a stop, and Buck thought that he could read the dilemma on his face. Firestarter was a villain, but as a hero Kestrel couldn’t let him fall, but maybe it was a trap to get him to come closer, but maybe he was really in trouble —

“I’ll keep this safe while you play with your food,” Nullity offered, smirking. “Don’t dawdle too long, or…”

“Yeah, I know.” Gerrard had said to drop it off right after he left the bank, and at some point he’d have to give up the fight to get it done or the compulsion would make him. Buck grinned. “You’re a pal.”

Nullity vanished, and Buck grinned across at Kestrel. “Race you to the bank,” he teased, arcing away to the north. There were a few other branches that way, and hey — if he could get away and into another building, why not, right?

Kestrel hit his right side like a freight train and Buck gasped, shoving at his shoulders as Kestrel wrapped his arms around him. Buck pulled the fire in tight against his skin, unwilling to risk burning him. “You’re insane!”

“You’re a menace,” Kestrel growled, and then they were diving into the ocean.

He’d obviously angled them so the impact wouldn’t knock Buck out, but the rush of salt water doused the rest of the fire instantly. Buck hissed, thumping at his shoulder. Buck could, if he really focused, create something hot enough that it would act like lava under the water, but that would risk injury to both of them — well, okay, mostly to Kestrel, and Buck knew that he had some sort of healing powers, but it was a lava equivalent.

Kestrel surfaced them just before Buck ran out of air, his hair flopping over his mask as he smirked. “You were saying about the way to kill fire?”

Buck glanced around, spotting the Ferris Wheel. Damn, how fast could Kestrel fly? They’d been at least two minutes away from Santa Monica at Buck’s top speed when he’d been grabbed.

“More than one way to skin a cat,” Buck agreed easily. He pressed in closer, knowing that Kestrel wouldn’t let him drop. “If you wanted to get your hands on me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Firestarter, you’re under arr—”

“Seriously?” Buck groaned, tipping his head back and staring at the sky. “You’ve got a guy in your arms, totally soaked, offering themselves up, and you want to arrest them? Not a single other activity comes to mind?”

“—you’re under arrest,” Kestrel continued, his voice implacably firm. “You have the right—”

“Geez,” Buck huffed, shaking his head. He wiggled his right foot in the water, starting a little eddy around them. “Heroes really don’t know how to have any fun.”

“—to remain silent…” Kestrel trailed off as the water around them bubbled.

“I really think the ocean is too cold for a swim this time of year,” Buck said brightly, and the water surrounding him exploded, steam escaping as it started boiling.

Kestrel swore as the water around his palms heated up, forcing him to let go of Buck.

Buck did feel bad about that, but he’d carefully calibrated the temperature to be only as hot as water on a stove. That was perfectly within the range of injuries he’d seen Kestrel heal from before.

“Air,” Buck mock-apologized, and the eddy he’d started turned into a geyser, throwing him into the air. “Better luck next time, Tin Donkey!” He saluted Kestrel, throwing another burst of heat into the ocean and creating a wave that crashed over him.

He took off for the loft, using the momentary advantage to get the hell out of Kestrel’s sightline before he dropped to the street, slipping under the nearest manhole cover.

Sewers were gross, but they were always mostly empty and they went everywhere in the city. Buck had spent four months memorizing the power and water maps, and he used his powers with extreme prejudice to make sure that he didn’t have to touch the liquid running through them.

The heat did make the smell worse, though. By the time he surfaced next to the loft he knew that he’d had to wash the suit at least twice. Damn it. Buck risked flying up the side of the building and in through the window he’d left open.

“That took longer than I thought it would,” Null said, leaning back against the counter. They had a plate of Buck’s cookies in their hand, and based on the number of cookies left Buck could tell that they’d eaten their way through about half of them already.

“Shut up,” Buck muttered, digging through the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

“Did you have fun?” Nullity teased.

“Not as much as I could have,” Buck sighed, rolling the bottle between his hands. “Apparently the man has morals.”

“He is a hero,” Nullity hummed, vaporizing the lower half of their body and floating up towards the ceiling. “What did you expect?”

Buck scratched the back of his neck, looking up the stairs. “Where did you leave the bag?”

“Front closet,” Nullity nodded. “Do you know how to make red velvet cookies?”

“I’ll make some for you this week,” Buck promised, digging through the closet. He put a jacket on, covering the top of his uniform and zipped it up before he slung the bag over his shoulder. “Are the cookies why you’re not sure you want to kill me?”

Nullity laughed, the sound grating in his ears. “They don’t hurt,” they offered, waving as Buck opened the front door. “Don’t worry about giving me any credit. I’d prefer he didn’t know that I saw you outside of jobs he asks us to pull together.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t want him to know that either. If he thinks we’re friendly, he might send someone else after me.”

“Hey, Tommy, we’re trying to settle a debate here, do you think that — holy shit, dude, what happened to you?”

Tommy scowled, pulling his boot off and shaking water out of it. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It’s not even seven in the morning, who… oh,” Lucy trailed off, laughing.

“Don’t say it,” Tommy warned.

“Where’d you find him this time?” Sal asked, handing his coffee to Tommy. He looked too amused by half, and Tommy made a face at him, draining the rest of the coffee.

“Pacific Federal. He was looting their vault.”

“How’d you get wet?”

“He said that there was no way to get rid of the fire without killing him.”

“And you took that personally?” Gina asked, hiding a smile as she dug the first aid kit out from under the sink. “Your hands don’t look great.”

“They’ll be fine by the time I go on shift,” Tommy waved the help off, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs.

“You could have called for help,” Lucy said slowly.

“I don’t get him,” Tommy shook his head. “He’s got all this power, and basically all he does is robberies and fight with us. There’s no…” he waved his hand. “Supervillainy.”

“He’s got powers and he does crime. Isn’t that the definition of supervillain?”

“You know what I mean.” Tommy rolled his eyes at Gina. She was trying to rules lawyer him out of being pissed off, but it wasn’t going to work this time. “He thinks this is a joke! He spends more time goading us than he does committing crimes.”

“No, he spends more time hitting on you than he does committing crime,” Sal snarked, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “And he’s gotten way less subtle about it. Not that he was at all subtle to start.”

“I hate you,” Tommy groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

“What’d he say today?” Lucy prodded, ever observant.

“That if I wanted to get my hands on him, I just needed to ask,” Tommy muttered into his hands.

The three of them laughed at him.

“At least he kept it PG?”

Tommy flipped Sal the finger. “I give up. I retire. You three can protect the city without me.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re retiring. You retire more often than Elton John has farewell tours.”

“That comparison feels like a hate crime,” Tommy griped.

“And you stick to that decision as often as he does,” Sal continued, nudging Tommy’s side with his elbow.

“He practically put himself out this morning the second that I grabbed him.”

“Yeah, because burning the crap out of the guy you’re lusting after significantly lowers the chances of you getting lucky,” Gina nodded. “Makes sense to me.”

“Your real problem is that you have two men willing to suck your dick and you haven’t taken either one of them up on it. You’re pent up, my friend,” Lucy patted his shoulder sympathetically. “You need to get laid.”

“What is that smell?” Tracy demanded, leaning in and sniffing Buck.

“Personal space!” Buck protested, swatting at her with his towel. “I spilled…”

“Dumpster juice?” Tracy asked, her nose wrinkled. She took a step back. “You should stay on the drive thru for a bit until that dissipates.”

“But—”

“Do you really want hot firefighter being able to smell you today,” Tracy asked, putting her hands on Buck’s shoulders and steering him towards the window. “Bianca! Good news! You get to work the counter.”

“Joy,” Bianca drawled, frowning at Buck. “How’d you get on her bad side— whew. Never mind.”

“Hey! I took two showers!”

“Should have taken three!”

“I have a problem.”

“Yeah, you showed up at a police sergeant’s house when you’re a wanted felon.”

Buck glared at Athena, hunching his shoulders. “Is Bobby home?”

“You know he’s in the middle of a shift or you wouldn’t have showed up.”

“I thought you two tried to line your shifts up.”

“Mm, we do, but I got some overtime on account of being—”

“Kidnapped, yeah,” Buck grinned at her. “Sorry about that. Or is it congrats on getting an extra night off?”

“You know you can come by in your regular clothes.”

“Oh yeah, and then someone hears what we’re talking about and I’m screwed. No, better to show up like this and then I have a reason to escape if I need to.”

“Hopefully without burning my house down,” Athena said mildly.

“Depends. I get pretty good insurance payouts,” Buck mused. “Any chance you were hoping for a remodel?”

“Buck,” Athena dropped a plate in front of him. Mm, sprinkle doughnut. “What’s your problem?”

“Haven’t gotten laid in a while,” Buck offered, grinning around a mouthful of delicious, delicious carbs.

“Keep looking elsewhere.”

“Not you, geez, why does everyone — I guess that’s a point in sea king’s favour, he never asks if I’m into you.”

“Probably because you spend your limited time together throwing the worst pickup lines possible at him.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Okay, let’s — hmm. I have a boss.”

“Daggertooth. Stupid name.”

“Right. Yeah. The real ones paralyze their prey with venom.”

“I assume that’s why you say you can’t tell me things, sometimes.”

“Uh-huh. Oh, please don’t use his name, I don’t — know if he can hear it.”

“Fantastic.”

“I don’t think so, but better safe.”

“This problem. Can you talk about it?”

“We’re gonna find out.” Buck told her, settling back in his chair. “Okay. I have a deal.”

“Right. We’ve talked abut that.”

“It… expires. In a few months.”

Athena hummed, rubbing a hand over her jaw. “What happens then?”

“Theoretically, I’m allowed to leave the employ of the Ghoul.”

“And in actuality?”

“I… might have pissed him off,” Buck said slowly, tapping his fingers against the end of the plate.

“Might have? You’re losing your touch.”

Athena grinned when he shot a glare at her.

“Okay, that’s not the point— I mean, yeah, maybe it is the point. It’s fine when I’m talking back to other people, but I might have talked back to him, and it might have — annoyed him. That I pointed out most of us were only there because we had to be.”

Athena shook her head, sucking in a breath. “Buck. That was—”

“Yeah, I know it was dumb!” Buck protested. “But he was only giving me ten percent when my deal says that I get twenty, and… what would you do if your boss halved your pay?”

“So because you pissed him off…” Athena trailed off, giving Buck a chance to finish.

“He’s asked one of the others to ah. Make sure that I don’t get to walk away from the contract.”

“He put a hit out on you.”

“Technically not for a few months, because I’m too useful to give up earlier than he has to…”

“And he just told you about this?”

Buck snorted. “No. The guy he asked to do the hit told me.”

“…are you sure it’s a legitimate tip? That sounds…”

“Hinky? Yeah. I know. They told me last week, and I’ve been keeping an eye on Ol’ Stinky since then. He’s really angry. He’s good at making it look like he’s not — mostly because he’s always angry, so it’s hard to tell the difference, but,” Buck worried at his bottom lip. “I think it’s legit.”

“Okay, so what’s the exact date that your contract is up?”

“November sixth.”

“Okay.” Athena brushed a hand through her hair, considering him. “It’s April.”

“Barely,” Buck conceded.

“And you think he’s going to keep sending you on jobs for as long as possible.”

“I have the highest success rate of any of us against the AFO. He’d be an idiot to get rid of me before he had to.”

“And you wonder why he gets mad when you talk to him. …You can’t tell me where his base is.”

“Nope. I can tell you every crime I committed and who I committed it with — and for — but nothing else,” Buck crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. “You never thought it was odd that the people who started to flip on him always died? It’s a failsafe. We can tell, but we’re not obligated. If someone gets snapped up and starts spilling their guts, he knows they’re not going to keep their mouth shut once the contract is up, so he takes care of them.”

“He must have offered you something really good if you signed a deal that bad.”

“I didn’t know about the murdering before I signed the contract,” Buck protested. “But it was something I couldn’t have pulled off on my own. I think. I’m not really the kind of person who like. Does that.”

Athena pursed her lips. “Does he know who you are out of the costume?”

“No, what, do I look that stupid? I approached him in — well, not this costume, and I signed it with the… work name? Code name?”

“What do you think about dying?”

“I’m morally opposed to it? Hence why I’m here? Talking to you?”

Athena laughed once. “Not you, Firestarter. Can you stop? Using your powers, committing crimes?”

“I mean I was planning to go straight — in the legal sense, at least — once my contract was up. So yeah, I can stop the criming.”

“And the powers?”

“I mean…” Buck shrugged. “I can be less flashy about it. Just for my own personal use.”

Athena twisted her wedding ring around her finger. “And the contract is void once you’re dead.”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t think faking my death will override the contract.”

“But if your heart stopped and then we restarted it, that would probably do it.”

“Maybe?" 

"I have an idea.”

“I don’t think I’m going to like it.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to like it.” Athena leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm and staring at Buck. “You promise to tell me everything the moment that you can? So that I can take him down for good?”

“You get me out of this, and I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

“I can see how you ended up signing a stupid ass contract.” Athena glanced over at the clock on the mantle, checking the time. “Bobby’s going to be home in an hour or so. I’ve got some planning to do.”

“How should I get in touch with you?”

“Phone seems like a bad idea,” Athena mused. “All things considered.”

“Give me a date and time, I’ll come by and pick you up,” Buck offered, grinning at her.

“Geez. Okay. It’s Wednesday, so — same time next week? I’ll need a few days to talk to everyone.”

“Gotta say, I don’t love that this plan is already involving more people than you and me.”

“You want me to fake the death of a supervillain — I can’t exactly do that on my own.”

“Supervillains want to take over the world, I’m not sure this is an accurate title for me.”

“Get outta here, Buck. And try not to get into any more trouble before the next time I see you.”

AU where Tommy and Buck are a couple and get married and have kids and live happily ever after

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cracky vampire au with vamp!tommy + fascinated human!buck? i gotchu. 🧛‍♂️🤩 supernatural creatures are not known in this verse btw. starting with something inspired by this pic bc lol the potential. set somewhere in the first half of whatever this turns out being. calling this the #fascinations au. dedicated to @trombonechurchill for stoking the vibes 🤲💕..

Everyone who’s gathered around the dead body turns to stare at Buck.

And, okay.

Rude.

“Oh, thure! Blame th'vampire!” The dollarstore plastic fangs he’s been lisping through all night try to escape his mouth again. If he’d had time he might’ve sprung for the more authentic ones that glue onto your teeth.

“No one’s discriminating against cryptids here, Buckaroo,” Chim says, voice calm and even with a hand outstretched like Buck’s a twitchy horse about to spook. “The guy’s neck was clearly snapped, not bit.”

Buck eyes him warily, fidgeting with the black satin of his cape that caught around his arms. Chim’s one of the few other people who dressed up as something scary and Buck only knows that because he’s holding a plastic machete - he doesn’t understand the hockey mask at all - which is now pointed at him accusingly from his other hand.

“But you were seen arguing with the victim hours before his untimely demise.”

“Y'think I juth-” he yanks the fang plate out, gestures with it. “You think I’d just kill a guy in the middle of a Halloween party and leave his body in my coworker’s backyard for him to find?”

“Sideyard. And it’s too soon to rule anyone out.”

“Except yourself, obviously,” Buck spits.

“Why would I kill someone at my own Halloween party and leave the body in my sideyard for my coworkers to find?”

“Because no one would suspect it!”

Hen knocks Chim’s machete aside. “C'mon, Chim. Buck may be strong but he can’t twist a guy’s head around like that.” The bright white glow of the sensor light catches Hen’s silver painted skin as she leans in for a closer look at the top half of the dead body poking out of the bushes.

Buck looks up at the light unit mounted on the siding. Points at it. “That was not on earlier.”

“Yeah, I turned it off for the party because I didn’t want it ruining the spooky vibes.”

Buck points his teeth at Chim. “Very suspicious.”

Chim’s mouth drops open in offence. Serves him right.

“He’s right, Chim. Kinda negligent on your part.”

“Says the werewolf who didn’t even wanna come tonight, Diaz.”

Eddie shrugs, flicks a crumb off his furry onesie. “So I don’t dig Halloween. That’s not motive for murder.”

Good thing Chris isn’t here, Buck thinks. Probably the reason why Eddie’s so sullen. It’s the first year Chris wanted to go to a sleepover at his friend’s house instead of hanging out with his dad all night. Buck gets it. He also gets Eddie being sad. And he also gets the lack of motive for murder.

“The sidegate doesn’t even open,” Chim adds. “No one was coming or going through here.”

No one except a murderer, Buck’s about to say, when Ravi speaks up.

“Who was this guy, anyway?”

It brings everyone’s attention back to the scantily clad corpse and the mangled swollen knot of his neck. His head is twisted all the way around like he was trying to do an owl impression and went too far with it, especially with those feather wings attached to his back. Ironic the guy was dressed as an angel. Buck didn’t wish him dead or anything but Jordan was kind of an asshole.

“Alright, units are on their way,” Athena says, reappearing after making some calls. “Buck, you’re gonna need to make a statement.”

“I didn’t kill him!”

“I know that.”

Buck’s hackles lower. Athena’s a cop, she understands motive and all that better than Chim does. Her tone is professional and non-judgemental and Buck trusts her not to jump to conclusions.

“But you may have been the last person to talk to him before he died.”

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“Y'know, it’s funny.. she was actually engaged to a Tommy, for two years. Then he broke things off with her.”

Tommy looks almost.. contrite. “Evan, there’s something, I..”

“Wait. Y-you’re not— her Tommy, are you?”

Tommy gives him an incredulous look. “Well, that would be a disturbing coincidence.”

Yeah. Like the universe is intent on making a laughing stock of both of them.

“I’m not the only Tommy in L.A., you know. Not even in the LAFD.”

Buck rolls his eyes, fondness for Tommy’s bitchy side colouring the motion. “Okay, okay. So..” He gestures for Tommy to pick up where he left off.

“So. I was.. engaged, actually. To a man. For a few months, years ago.”

Buck blinks. “Oh.”

..aaaaand THAT’S how the scene should’ve gone if tim was hellbent on mentioning the bs link.

Buck hasn’t been back to the pier in years. Not since. He’s almost died a few more times since then, but the tsunami was different. He helped a lot of people that day but there was one person who really depended on him.

And Buck let him down. He failed. It was pure luck that Chris survived being swept away, and that someone else — a stranger — took care of him. He’s not even surprised. That kid’s stronger than most.

With everything that’s happened — with Bobby, and the void he left at the 118, and Buck losing his home (again) and seemingly his best friend in the mess of it all — he has tried to be there for everyone, but no one wants his help. If anything, they want his absence.

At first he was scared the team was getting swept away in their grief. Turns out they’re safe and sound: on lifeboats floating above the dangerous currents that could pull them under. They’re with their partners, their families.

Everyone has a safe place to call their own outside the firehouse.

Everyone has someone — or multiple someones — to come home to.

Everyone except for him.

He’s trying to remember how it felt — being pulled under by the ocean. He’d lost his job, his team, his reason for living. He can’t say with absolute certainty that if he’d been alone that day at the pier that he would’ve resurfaced. If he didn’t have anything to live for, what would even be the point?

The team is broken. Bobby is gone. Buck’s job isn’t the only good thing in his life anymore, and yet, it kinda is: he never really branched out, and everyone he cares about has their own lives that don’t include him.

He doesn’t have a family of his own, not like the others do.

No home.

No lifeboat.

Tommy was that for him, for a while. But Buck had been so caught up in being cared for that he never stopped to ask Tommy what he wanted. Never stopped to think about what Tommy might need.

He wants to be that for Tommy: not just a lifeboat but a safe harbor. Wants to weather the worst of times, together.

Present tense.

Tommy had texted him yesterday:

hey Evan
just wanted to check in, see how youre holding up
i’m here if you need anything

It might read as a pretty standard platitude to some, but Tommy doesn’t say what he doesn’t mean (unlike Buck), not when he cares. He wanted to check in. Tommy wants to know how Buck is doing.

He’d be the first, since..

Everything Buck wanted to say was too much so he didn’t say anything. He left Tommy on read, and then endured the worst shift since the earthquake.

There was no natural disaster or major casualty event, no one close to him was hurt. As shifts go, it was average. It wasn’t the calls that got under Buck’s skin, shook his foundations until they crumbled a little more, it was the atmosphere.

The team may be doing fine individually, and they still work well together as a unit (mostly), but the, uh. Friendships Buck has enjoyed for near a decade — he feels outside of them, now. And Bobby’s ghost lingers in every corner. And Chim denied his transfer. And he feels like he can’t catch a full breath—

Feels like the current is pulling him under and no one has noticed except to tell him off. Families aren’t perfect, but they’re supposed to have your back. He had everyone’s and no one needed it. He’s just realised no one actually has his in return.

And he really fucking needs it.

The air takes on a chill in the grey dusk, pebbling his bare arms. He watches the waves chop and crash in the deep blue. The few people who had braved the weather didn’t stay long: couples outrunning the rain that hazes the horizon, not yet making landfall. Parents coralling their kids back to the car. Dogs happily being led back to shore. Friends chatting and laughing as they hurry and race across the boardwalk.

Buck doesn’t leave. He leans against the railing, stands alone against the brisk sea breeze.

He reads over Tommy’s words again.

Tommy cares about him, despite everything. But does Tommy still want him? Does he need Buck — Evan — like he needs Tommy?

There’s no one here to snatch his phone away. No one to give him what was (in hindsight) terrible advice regarding his relationship with Tommy.

It’s Bobby’s voice in his head as he stares down at his phone. Bobby’s support. His advice.

Tommy’s good people. He’s good for you.

Yeah, he is.

He was.

He still is.

Buck may not have a lifeboat but Tommy’s message is an outstretched hand to where Buck is struggling to keep his head above water.

There’s two choices: ignore Tommy’s message and try to make his way back to shore, against the current, in the dark, alone. Keep treading water until something drifts by that can hold him up, until the current eases (it may never ease).

Or, he can take Tommy’s words for what they are: a lifeline. An offer of help, of comfort, even. Maybe not a way back to shore but safety and companionship in a hazardous sea.

This is it.

Sink or swim.

Or, float. Maybe sail. Maybe row back to shore with makeshift oars, working in tandem side by side.

Buck taps the green call button.

The call connects after three agonizingly long rings.

“Evan?”

Buck’s lungs fill with air — that first breath as he finally breeches the water’s surface. It’s loud in his own ears, might be loud in Tommy’s, but hearing his name safe in Tommy’s mouth is a breath of life.

He reaches out.

“Hey, Tommy.” He’s not breathless, he’s breathful; his lungs filling and expanding, blood circulating. His body is moving, fighting against the deep, dark waters. “I’m uh.” The saltwater leaves his lungs, makes its way into his throat, catching. His eyes sting. “Kinda underwater, here.” He takes Tommy’s hand.

“It’s gonna be okay. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

And Tommy hauls him out of the depths.

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(i think the person who originally got this ask deleted their blog so i thought i would repost it).

Tommy wakes up slowly. He and Evan had both had 48 hour shifts that ended within an hour of each other the night before. Evan had come over to his place, and they’d had a late quiet dinner of reheated leftovers and made out sleepily in Tommy’s bed before they both fell asleep.

Evan’s still asleep, mouth slightly open, one hand reaching for Tommy even in sleep. Tommy laces their fingers together and gently kisses Evan’s knuckles. He starts to gently kiss his way across Evan’s torso, soft open mouth kisses, traces Evan’s tattoos with his lips and his tongue.

It doesn’t take long for Evan to start waking up. Tommy watches his eyes flutter open. God, he wants to wake up to this every day.

“Good morning to me,” Evan teases with his sleep rough voice.

Tommy gently bites down around one of his nipples. Evan lets out a breathy gasp and uses his free hand to try and pull Tommy’s face up to his. Tommy laughs softly before helping him out, slotting their lips and tongues together, pulling soft groans and sighs from Evan.

He can feel both of them getting hard, and positions them so Evan’s back is to his front and they’re both on their sides. Evan grumbles at the loss of his mouth, but Tommy simply kisses where his neck meets his shoulder, alternating open mouthed kisses with sharp little bites. He still has one hand linked with Evan’s but his free hand skates up and down his torso, following the path Tommy’s mouth had taken earlier, dancing over his tattoos and gently pinching at his nipples. Evan groans, louder now, needier, his free hand grabbing back at Tommy, trying to pull Tommy closer to him.

Tommy rearranges their legs so he can slip between Evan’s legs, lining their lengths up together. He holds his free hand up to Evan’s mouth, and he responds by licking it thoroughly, getting it nice and wet for Tommy. Tommy takes them both into his hand, thrusting his hips forward in opposition to his strokes, his movement moving Evan as well as he fucks them both into his hand. Evan’s letting out soft little moans, surrounded by Tommy completely. Tommy’s working on leaving an impressive hickey on Evan’s neck that he’ll struggle to hide at work, but every time he nips and bites it sends a jolt through Evan’s body and he can’t seem to stop himself.

Tommy fucks them rhythmically, gently, slowly, into his hand. Evan’s gasps are getting louder and more bitten off and Tommy knows he’s close. He slows down on the next couple of strokes, then speeds up, use his hips more, sinks his teeth in deeper. Evan comes with a cry and Tommy follows.

Tommy comes back to wakefulness to find his fingers in Evan’s mouth as he licks them clean, finds himself on his back and Evan draped on his chest.

“Back with me?” Evan asks before kissing his again, the taste of both of them on his tongue.

I’m at work and I’m bored so pls send me asks/prompts abt the bucktommy wild west au or the bucktommy country singer au or my bucktommy posts or just bucktommy in general 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

i’ve got some fantasy genre brainworms tonight so send me a one word prompt and i’ll craft a little bucktommy drabble.. 👀💭

idk if there’s an official list for this challenge but i’ve seen a few word prompt lists on tumblr before.

this one is from Buck having a rough time post-bobby and Tommy being there to take care of him even though they’re not back together.. 🛀🫠

Tommy’s touch is his anchor, keeping his head above water so he doesn’t slip beneath the surface to some watery bliss where pain can’t find him. 

He focuses on Tommy’s hands on him, touch cautious like he doesn’t want to be too familiar. Buck’s naked in a tub and they’re not together anymore, but it’s not weird.

Through lidded eyes with exhaustion weighing down his bones, he watches as Tommy scoops up some of the milky hued bathwater and brings it to his hair. 

“Tip your head back for me?” 

Buck does.

For Tommy.

The water feels good as it drenches his curls and sinks into his scalp. It feels better as Tommy murmurs good boy, which has Buck eagerly - tiredly - awaiting another round of water.

And another.

“That’s it, sweetheart.. that’s better..”

It’s the kind of gentle comfort he’s longed for his whole life.

Motivation Monday

tagged by the talented and lovely @trombonechurchill 💞 it’s Wednesday here in oz rn soo technically WIP Wednesday? this is the first snippet from this BT Bingo fixit wip..

Loneliness. That’s what does him in, after everything. Buck’s been lonely before – on his own and during his time at the 118, but this is different. 

The kind of change that precipitated this loneliness isn’t in flux; it’s not castles made of hope and sand that will inevitably be washed away by the encroaching tide and ocean winds. This is concrete foundation inlaid with steel mesh made to weather all kinds of.. well, weather. 

Maybe that’s not the best analogy. Concrete isn’t indestructible, afterall. It’s changeable, susceptible to erosion over time and to the whims of nature at her most brutal – turned back into sand – and will yield to humans when they put the effort into it. 

Still. There’s a solidity to it, a finality – of Bobby being gone, of the 118 being forever different. A lot of things are different now, and it doesn’t feel like mere time can wash away the bad let alone leave a clean slate to start over. It feels like he needs to get out before he’s entombed in this new reality taking shape around him, otherwise he’ll need to take a sledgehammer to it so he can move freely, so he can fucking breathe. 

Buck wants to start over.

anyone who wants to share a few lines for WIP Wednesday 💞 @trombonechurchill (😘) @setmeatopthepyre @alchemistc @seen-the-stars @rcmclachlan @firehose118 @beefcakekinard @epiphainie @leashybebes @ladyeyrewrites

And here is my completely canon-only Buck/Tommy “meet the parents” scene for 7x06. Thank you again to @911whatisyourpride for the event and the prompts.

Words Mean A Lot (AO3 link)

            Technically, it wasn’t their first date. It was more their first date do-over (even though they’d been to coffee, where he’d failed miserably at guessing Tommy’s coffee order; and they’d had the bachelor party, too, and he’d been so glad Tommy had shown up). But it was Buck’s first time coming out to his parents. It was his first time introducing Tommy to his parents. It was actually his first time introducing any significant other to his parents. He’d never done that before, because nothing had ever been serious enough.

            And, well. He still didn’t know what exactly he was looking for, but he wanted to explore what this was with Tommy, and his parents were here, and Tommy was here, and Tommy knew that this was likely to happen when he accepted coming as his date.

            So, when Margaret and Phillip Buckley were done coo-ing over the newlyweds and making sure that their son-in-law was actually fine, Buck took the opportunity and gestured for them. They came over.

            “Mom, Dad. This is Tommy. He’s my—” Buck looked at Tommy before saying boyfriend, as it felt odd calling him that when he was in his 40s. “Do we still use boyfriend at our age?” he asked.

            Tommy laughed. “Yes, we do, Evan. Thank you for checking, though.” Tommy held out his hand to Margaret first and then to Phillip. “Thomas Kinard, though everyone calls me Tommy. I actually worked with Howie way back even before Bobby was captain at the 118, and I transferred out not long before Evan started. I’m a pilot with our Harbor Station now, and I was on-duty before coming here, but I didn’t want to miss it. Even if I missed the main event.”

            “It’s good to meet you, Tommy,” Phillip said.

            “It’s very good to meet you. Evan’s never introduced us to anyone before.” Margaret pulled a tissue out of her purse. “Evan. You have some…ash?”

            Buck grinned. Margaret rolled her eyes at him.

            “What, I didn’t realize kissing was reserved to the bride and groom?” Buck teased.

            “A kiss wouldn’t leave that much behind,” she replied. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I must seem so uptight. And, well, maybe I am. I’m from a different era, and PDA wasn’t really approved of. Didn’t matter who was doing it, but anything more than a quick kiss was too much. Maybe holding hands.”

            “But you both should wipe off that soot so people can actually see your faces in the photos,” Phillip agreed.

            “What if I want a picture of them like that?” Maddie asked, coming up behind Margaret.

            “Only for you,” Tommy said, hooking his arm around Buck’s waist. “If that’s okay,” he amended, looking at Buck.

            “More than okay,” Buck agreed, snaking his arm around Tommy.

            His smile was more than just being happy. He was feeling secure.

            “So, how did you two meet?” Margaret asked.

            “Howie called me and asked me to steal a helicopter to fly into a hurricane when Bobby and Athena were trapped on a cruise ship. And apparently, I’m stupid enough to say yes to that. So, I flew Howie, Hen, Evan, and Eddie out, and we got Bobby and Athena off the ship. I knew then that I wanted to get to know Evan more, but I was nervous. I shouldn’t have been.” Tommy gave him the softest look, and Buck wanted to melt.

            “It was brave, not stupid,” Buck told him.

            “It was both,” Tommy compromised.

            “Definitely both!” Chimney called from the bed.

            Buck had half forgotten that they had an audience, and he blushed a little at the sudden reminder. Tommy’s gaze was soft on him again, and Buck could hear Tommy calling him adorable in his head, even if the other man hadn’t said a word.

            “So, you guys don’t have any questions for me?” Buck asked his parents.

            “Honey, you’re happy. That’s what matters.” Margaret kissed his cheek, soot and all. “And you have good taste.”

            Buck was impressed as he watched Tommy turn pink, and he was going to store that away forever.

            “I do, don’t I?” He grinned at Tommy.

            “Seriously, though, you two should clean up so that we can get pictures,” Phillip told them.

            Buck and Tommy both laughed, and Tommy offered Buck his hand. Buck took it, and they went to the bathroom to make sure that they were cleaned up enough.

            “That went well,” Tommy said. “They seem nice.”

            “They really took things to heart when it all blew up a few years back. It feels like a lifetime or two ago. It’s nice, though. Having them put in that effort. Thank you for being here.”

            “Thank you for wanting me here,” Tommy replied.

            “Maddie told me that Chim invited you separately. Why’d you let me think you were just my date?” Buck asked.

            Tommy shrugged. “You were so excited about it, about showing me off. It’s sweet. I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

            Buck could feel his heart swell. Maybe this was just the honeymoon stage, but he’d never felt like this before. And it wasn’t because Tommy was also a guy. Tommy was just the kind of person that he always envisioned for himself. He’d never actually thought about who that person would be.

            “Do I need a label?” he asked Tommy.

            “No, Sweetheart. And you’ve got time to really figure things out. You don’t have to understand everything overnight.”

            Buck nodded. “Good. But, uh. I want you. I do know that much.”

            “I want you, too,” Tommy replied. “I can’t wait to see where the future takes us.”

            “Yeah.” Buck grinned and kissed Tommy again.

            Tommy held him tight, and they went back to the party.

For the @911whatisyourpride event, I wanted to write some “First” with Buck and the word “bi”. We have some Buck/OFC and then later Buck/Tommy and Buck & OFC (same one as the slash).

First part is set pre-canon, the last bit is set during Season 7.

            Riona was probably the closest thing that Buck had to a serious relationship. He was in Peru, and she was there for grad school. Her colleagues had dragged her out after they’d been stuck looking at human remains all day, and Buck was fascinated by her the second he saw her. One of the other women had gotten her to dance, and Buck was tending the bar, but he kept being distracted by her.

            He was able to get off-shift, and he walked over to her and asked her to dance, expecting her to say no, but she had turned pink and accepted his extended hand, and he had pulled her close.

            They stayed up for hours on the beach that first night, and she told him all about the constellations. He was fascinated, because he’d never met anyone so like him. She was rambling everything she knew about the stars the same way he did when he found a topic to be interested in, and he had a feeling he’d be doing his own research on the stars after she left.

            But it wasn’t that first night that left the biggest impact on him. It was the next night, when they were tangled up in her bedsheets, and she was giggling because she hadn’t had sex in forever.

            “What do you mean, forever?” Buck asked.

            “Well, my ex-girlfriend and I broke up when I was like…twenty-one? It feels very fuzzy sometimes. My last boyfriend and I never got to this stage. And, well. I usually don’t trust like this. But there’s something about you,” she said, tracing stars against his chest.

            “You have an ex-girlfriend?” He tilted his head at her.

            “Yeah, I’m bi,” she replied, extremely casually, as if it was the least interesting thing in the world.

            And, well, he’d never heard it said so casually. He felt like he had a million questions but also just wanted to bask in her own self-assuredness. She was so secure in who she was, and he didn’t even have an inkling of who he was.

            “You’re amazing,” he replied.

            She blushed, and he grinned. He loved seeing her turn so pink because of him.

            “You know, most guys immediately ask me if I want a threesome when I say that,” she told him.

            “You’ve met some pretty shitty guys, then,” Buck said.

            Because a threesome was not even on the list of questions he’d had.

            “Yeah, probably,” she agreed, snorting. “I’m glad I met you, though.”

            “I’m glad I met you, too. Thanks for sharing.”

            Riona kissed him. He felt like she was going to take a piece of him with her when she left, but he hoped that someday, when he actually knew who he was, they’d cross paths again, and he’d be able to tell her that it was partially because of her.

            “How’d you know you were bi?” he asked her.

            “I thought Lieutenant Uhura was just as attractive as Captain Kirk on the Star Trek reruns I’d watch with my papa,” she said, giggling. “I didn’t know there was a word until later, but it fit.”

            “Nerd,” he teased.

            “You didn’t get that vibe last night with the constellation talk?” she replied, rolling on top of him again.

            He just laughed as she kissed him once more.

~*~

            He didn’t know why, but after Tommy left the loft, the promise of Saturday still making him giddy, he found himself thinking back to those few days in Peru. The young woman, only a little older than he was, who knew exactly who she was. He knew she’d been getting her PhD. So, he Googled her.

            She had a few different social medias, and there were a lot of articles about her that popped up, but he clicked on her Twitter. Thankfully, her messages were open.

[message: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] I don’t know if you remember me or not, but I wanted to send you a thank you. I’m bi. It took me a long time to realize that, obviously. But I understand now how you were able to be so casual about it. I feel like something just clicked into place in the best way, and you were the first openly queer person I was ever really with, and it was just a part of you. I hope all your dreams have come true; you deserve to be happy.

            Her reply came through minutes later.

[message received: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] Evan! I’m so happy to hear that. Congratulations on finding yourself. Life has had its ups and downs, but I’m married now with twins, and I get to be with my family. If you’re ever on the East Coast, let me know! Bring your partner. -smiley face emoji- I knew that what happened in Peru wouldn’t last forever, but I’m glad that things are going well for you. It’s really good to hear from you. Please feel free to reach out whenever. I don’t have much of a sleep schedule, so I’m around.

            Buck couldn’t help but grin a little. She was just as sweet as she was then, and he knew every word was genuine.

[message: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] That sounds amazing. I’ll definitely let you know if I’m ever in your neck of the woods. I’m in LA, so the offer is the same for you. I have my first date on Saturday. Should I bring him something?

[message received: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] If you want to! That sounds very *you*. I don’t know if you have any knick-knacks from your travels, but if you have something that feels like it would suit him, then that’s a very cute personal gift. A little piece of you to share.

            His eyes lit up, even if she couldn’t see them. He knew exactly what to share.

[message: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] Thank you, Riona. That’s perfect. I’m so glad that we met then, and thank you for answering now.

[message received: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] Thank you for reaching out. It’s so nice to reconnect. For real, please don’t be a stranger. I forgot how easy it was to talk to you, and I’d love to hear more about how things go!

[message: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] I’ll definitely let you know. I hope this date goes well.

[message received: Dr. Riona Gallagher-Milton-Hayes] Here’s my phone number; I have the apps, but I can be bad at checking them. Texts are easier.

~*~

[text: Riona] I fucked up. -sob emoji-

[text: Riona] My best friend and his girlfriend caught us.

[text: Riona] I didn’t react well.

[text: Riona] And then I called myself an ally.

[text: Riona] And I told him about my Instagram rainbows.

[text: Riona] I don’t know if I can fix this.

[text received: Riona] If you want to fix it, then you can fix it.

[text received: Riona] Let yourself spiral tonight; it sucks, and you should let yourself feel that.

[text received: Riona] But then tomorrow, start figuring things out.

[text received: Riona] You’ve got this, Evan. -purple heart emoji- -purple heart emoji- -purple heart emoji-

[text: Riona] Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[text: Riona] I’ll try to believe in myself as much as you do.

~*~

[text: Riona] I got a second chance.

[text: Riona] He’s gonna be my date to my sister’s wedding.

[text received: Riona] GOOD!!!

[text received: Riona] I told you that you had it.

[text received: Riona] Send me a picture of you two in your tuxes, if that’s not too weird.

[text received: Riona] And have the best time!

~*~

[text: Riona] The wedding ended up being in the hospital.

[text: Riona] And he had a shift.

[text: Riona] So, there were no tuxes, but I hope this is good enough.

[text: Riona] -image file- [Picture of Buck & Tommy, blue hoodie and turnout still on, both slightly sooty]

[text: Riona] His name is Tommy.

[text: Riona] He makes me giddy.

[text received: Riona] You two are adorable!!!

[text received: Riona] I hope that everything is okay???

[text: Riona] Yeah! Perfect!

[text received: Riona] A very handsome couple, Evan.

[text received: Riona] Just remember, being bi means that we get awkward encounters with everyone, not just the opposite sex. XD

[text: Riona] Yeah, you are not wrong about that.

[text: Riona] Thank you so much.

[text received: Riona] Always.

[text received: Riona] I’m so glad you’ve found you.

[text received: Riona] Happiness suits you. -pink heart emoji- -purple heart emoji- -blue heart emoji-

[text: Riona] -pink heart emoji- -purple heart emoji- -blue heart emoji-

47. Were you just masturbating?

Buck quietly opens and closes the front door, making sure it locks behind him. It’s so late it’s early, and he doesn’t want to wake Tommy up. Tommy won’t be expecting him, he’s supposed to be on an overnight but the probie they’d borrowed from C shift had laid the hose wrong and Buck had tripped over it as he was coming around the back of the engine. Hen and Chim had both given him the all clear, but Bobby had frowned and sent Buck home early, since they were due to be offline for a couple hours anyways and it wouldn’t be that much longer until the end of the shift.

Normally Buck would protest and try to stay but the thought of getting a couple extra hours with Tommy, even if they were both asleep, was enough to have him agreeing with Bobby and hurrying home.

He puts his bag down softly and slips his shoes off, heading straight for the bedroom. He notices the bedroom door is open a crack and there’s a soft light spilling out- he smiles thinking of Tommy up late reading, an equally likely chance it could be a romance novel or a car manual.

He pushes the door open enough for him to walk in, only to see his boyfriend doing something that is obviously not reading.

Tommy drops whatever he had in his hand and the movement under the comforter stops as he stares at Buck in shock.

“Were you just masturbating?” Buck asks gleefully. Somehow, in all the time they’ve been dating, it’s only ever been Tommy walking in on him. It’s kind of like seeing a unicorn.

“What are you doing home? Are you okay?” Tommy asks, eyes scanning over him worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Buck waves it off. “And you’re trying to change the subject.”

“I-” Tommy swallows.

Buck crosses the room to sit on his side of the bed, slowly pulling back the comforter, giving Tommy a chance to stop him if he wants.

Tommy doesn’t move, just flushes under Buck’s gaze, waits until he’s pulled the covers all the way to the end of the bed.

“Oh,” Buck breathes softly, seeing how hard Tommy is, seeing the hint of blue that’s Tommy’s favorite prostate massager. He picks up the remote, realizing that was what Tommy had dropped on the bed when he walked in. “You were having a good time.”

Tommy squirms a little. “I missed you.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Buck nods at him.

“But-”

“I want to see how much you missed me.”

Tommy holds out his hand for the remote, but Buck pulls it away.

“Evan,” Tommy pleads.

“I’ll take care of the remote, you can do the rest.”

Tommy sighs and relaxes back into the mattress. His cock has been steadily leaking the entire time, and he runs his fingers through the precome before fisting his cock again.

Buck waits until he has a good rhythm going to start the remote, watching as Tommy’s hips jerk with the unexpected pressure. He moves it to the next setting, watching as Tommy loses his rhythm, pushes his hips back into the mattress to try and get more pressure. Buck turns it off.

Tommy turns to him, eyes shining. Buck runs his hand through Tommy’s hair, just once, before pulling back.

“Keep going baby,” he encourages.

Tommy tries to reach out for him, but Buck stands up to put some space between them. Tommy whines and gets his hand back on himself, thrusting up into his hand, uses his other hand to rub and pinch his nipples.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Buck says, quickly stripping down to his underwear. He gets back on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard, giving himself a good vantage point to look down at Tommy. He waits until Tommy’s moved his hand down to play with his balls to turn the remote on again.

Tommy writhes with pleasure, tilting his head back on the pillow to look up at Buck. “Can- can you-”

Buck cranks it to the third setting, skipping the second completely. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Want- want,” Tommy gasps, hands falling to his side as his cock jumps against his stomach. “Hands, please, please.”

“Hands? You just moved your hands,” Buck says.

“Your hands,” Tommy manages to say.

“Oh, no baby, not yet,” Buck soothes. “You have to come first. Then I’ll touch you. You were going to come by yourself anyways right?”

Tommy whines again, and Buck runs a finger down his cheek.

“Can I- I need- can I move?” Tommy begs.

Buck nods. “Of course baby, of course.”

“Can I touch you?”

Buck’s impressed he managed to get a full sentence out. “You can touch one leg. Just my leg.”

Tommy rolls onto his side, pressing his forehead against the top of Buck’s thigh, getting his hand back on his cock, the head of his cock catching on Buck’s leg hair. Buck turns the remote to the fourth and highest setting, watching as Tommy shakes against him, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

Tommy manages to last another minute before he’s coming over his hand, smearing it against Buck’s leg as he tries to pump himself empty.

Buck lowers the massager to the lowest setting, knowing Tommy doesn’t like it to stop suddenly after he’s come. He gently moves Tommy onto his back again, sliding down the bed to take Tommy’s spent cock in his mouth. Tommy arches up towards him with a groan. Buck runs his hands along the inside of Tommy’s legs, soothing him as he holds Tommy’s cock in his mouth while he comes down, gently licking up and swallowing the come still left on Tommy.

He waits until he can feel Tommy’s body relax to turn off the massager, waits a few more minutes before he pulls off of him, gently licking his stomach to clean it off.

“Maybe I should come home early more often,” Buck teases, resting his chin on Tommy’s stomach and looking up at him.

Tommy laughs softly as he looks down at him. “I don’t know if I’d survive that.”

“We could test it out,” Buck suggests. “See how much you can take.”

Tommy can’t hide the flicker of excitement in his eyes. Buck files it away for later.

“You want this out?” Buck asks, gently nudging the massager.

“Don’t wanna be empty,” Tommy says, voice starting to fade.

“Something more comfortable?” Buck suggests, already rolling away to search through the drawer of their bedside table. He pulls out a smaller plug and Tommy nods in approval. Buck lubes it up, gently slide the prostate massager out of Tommy and replacing it with the plug.

Tommy waits until Buck’s hands are empty again before pulling him close, wrapping himself around him like an octopus.

Buck laughs softly, pressing kisses to every part of Tommy’s face he can reach.

“Love you,” he says quietly.

“Love you too,” Tommy says.

couldn’t stop thinking about that @118plus fanart

Buck is going to go insane. Tommy’s been watching baseball all afternoon and won’t pay attention to any of the ways that Buck has tried to tempt him away. He’d even resorted to eating a popsicle in a way that wouldn’t be out of place in porn, and it had barely gotten 5 seconds of attention from Tommy.

He’s currently seated next to Tommy on the couch, working one hand slowly up underneath his tee shirt.

“Evan,” Tommy says, gently holding his wrist and stopping his hand movements.

“Tommy,” Buck whines. “It’s baseball. It’s not even playoffs. It’s not even local teams!”

Tommy chuckles. “I like baseball.”

“We haven’t seen each other all week,” Buck complains.

“It’s the 5th inning, it’ll be done soon,” Tommy says.

“Unless it goes into extras,” Buck grumbles, looking at the 0-0 score on the tv screen.

Tommy shrugs. “You can wait, can’t you?”

Buck stares at him in shock. “You’ve been doing this on purpose! You-you don’t even care about these games, do you?” Buck accuses.

“It’s so fun when you get all worked up,” Tommy says with a smirk, stroking Buck’s wrist, gripping a little more firmly so he can’t pull it back.

Buck leans forward for a kiss, only to be stopped by Tommy’s hand on his chest.

“Ah ah, four more innings,” Tommy reminds him.

Buck feels like he’s going to combust. He thought it was bad enough when Tommy was ignoring him, but Tommy’s been hoping he’d get all worked up? Wanted him to? And wasn’t going to do anything about it? A whine escapes him.

Tommy moves the hand on his chest to hold Buck’s chin. “You can wait, right baby?”

Buck’s mouth falls open slightly. He nods.

“Maybe you need a little something to pass the time?” Tommy slides his thumb from Buck’s chin into his open mouth.

Buck closes his lips around Tommy’s thumb, gently scrapes his teeth along the pad of his thumb, soothes it with his tongue.

“Mm, just like that,” Tommy encourages. Buck sucks harder, eyes wide as he watches Tommy, glad of his approval. Tommy pushes his thumb in a little further, presses it down against Buck’s tongue. “You just needed to be filled up, didn’t you?”

Buck nods again. Tommy lets his wrist go, strokes up and down Buck’s arms. He traces along one of his tattoos gently.

“I love seeing you when you’re desperate,” Tommy says in a low voice. “When the only thing you want is me.”

Buck whines and opens his mouth, trying to encourage Tommy to fill him up more. Tommy just nudges his mouth closed again, leaving his thumb there for Buck.

Buck bites down gently, continues sucking. Tommy smiles with approval.

“Your lips look so good around me,” Tommy says. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Tommy,” Buck whines, releasing his thumb and pressing his face into Tommy’s neck. “Tommy, please.”

Tommy grabs him by the waist and pulls Buck so he’s straddling Tommy’s lap. “Oh baby,” he says, running his hands up and down Buck’s back.

“More,” Buck begs.

“You said you could wait.”

“Need you to keep touching me. Please.”

“And then I can watch the rest of the game?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Buck agrees.

Tommy feeds Buck his thumb again, uses his other hand to pull Buck close, leaves it resting just above his waistband. He turns his head and rubs his nose against Buck’s cheek. “This is all you’re getting, okay? You can stay here until the game is done.”

Buck squirms a little, moving until he can rest his head on Tommy’s shoulder, slurping around his thumb enthusiastically, moving his hips back a little so he can feel the pressure from Tommy’s hand.

Buck can feel himself hardening against Tommy’s leg, repeats the movement to try and relieve some of the pressure he feels. Tommy’s hand on his back spasms, his fingers scraping along the soft skin.

“You can get off this way if you want to,” Tommy says, his voice rumbling in his chest. “But you have to do the work yourself.”

Buck opens his mouth a little, lets the drool run down Tommy’s hand.

“Messy,” Tommy chides. He wipes his thumb on Buck’s shirt and replaces it with his pointer and middle finger instead.

Buck whines in appreciation, rutting against Tommy’s leg. He lets himself focus on the sensation of Tommy’s fingers in his mouth, and the heat and pressure against his groin from Tommy’s thigh.

True to his word, Tommy leaves his hands where they are, but doesn’t do anything to help Buck. Buck has his hands clamped on Tommy’s waist to help give him some leverage. He can feel the muscles in Tommy’s abdomen flexing beneath his hands and grins around Tommy’s fingers, thrilled as always with the tangible proof of Tommy’s attraction to him.

He moves to undo Tommy’s belt and jeans, only to find himself pushed back. Buck stares into Tommy’s glittering eyes, his chest heaving as he tries to recenter himself. Tommy grabs the remote and turns off the tv.

“What about the game?” Buck asks, trying for a teasing tone but too worked up to sound anything other than pleased and a little desperate.

Tommy finally, finally, leans into to kiss him and Buck meets his lips enthusiastically. Tommy moves them so they’re mostly flat on the couch, Buck still on top of him. He grabs Buck’s ass as he grinds up against him, and Buck bites down on his lower lip. Tommy groans against his mouth.

“You’re such a tease,” Tommy groans when Buck pulls away to take a breath.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Buck says, biting a hickey into the sensitive skin below Tommy’s ear.

Tommy sighs and rolls Buck gently off of him and onto the floor. Buck lets out a startled laugh as he finds himself on his back.

“What are you doing?”

“We have a perfectly good bed, I don’t know why we’re making out like teenagers on the couch.” Tommy reaches down to pull Buck up, kissing him deeply once they’re both upright.

“Bed, go, go,” Buck says, ripping his mouth away from Tommy and shoving him down the hallway. Tommy laughs and lets himself be pushed towards the bedroom.

Ravi wakes up warm, and trapped by an arm flung over his chest. He traces the tattoos on Buck’s arm and listens to the noise that must be Tommy somewhere else in the house and thinks about dozing off a little longer.

Buck’s arm tighens around him and pulls him closer, and Ravi can feel the hard hot line of Buck’s cock against his back. He clings on to Buck’s arm as he grinds back against him.

“Good morning,” Buck says lowly, pressing a kiss into the hickey he’d made last night. He thrusts purposefully against Ravi as he continues kissing his neck, soft this time, not the biting claims of last night.

“G-good morning,” Ravi replies, trying to get a better angle to grind against Buck. They stay like that for a few moments until Buck takes his arm back and moves away slightly. Ravi tries not to whine at the loss of contact, but a couple soft noises slip out anyways.

“Just readjusting,” Buck says, getting his right arm under Ravi and wrapping it around his chest, fingers running through his trimmed hair.

Buck nudges Ravi’s legs apart so he can slide his cock between Ravi’s thighs. He gets his other arm around Ravi’s waist to pull him flush against his body, and drapes one leg just above Ravi’s knees to make sure his thighs won’t drift apart.

Ravi had no idea he was so into being held in place until he’d had Buck and Tommy draped over him last night, but this- Ravi wants to die. This might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, and Tommy had basically used him to fuck Buck last night. He wiggles his hips experimentally, and has just the tiniest bit of give, but otherwise he’s completely at Buck’s mercy.

Buck starts to move, and he can feel Buck’s cock rubbing up against his balls and the underside of his cock. Buck’s already hard and leaking and it’s so slick and so good. He grabs the arm Buck has across his chest to anchor himself, his short nails digging into the other man’s skin.

Buck grunts and keeps going. The hand near his waist is tracing patterns along Ravi’s skin, light enough to drive him crazy and not close enough to his cock to give him any kind of release.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good, you’re so wet, you’re so strong,” Ravi babbles. “Keep going keep going keep going.” The only part of Buck he can really reach is the arm across his chest, but he manages to angle Buck’s hand so he can get two fingers in his mouth, delighting in Buck’s surprised gasp when he does.

“I see Evan decided to wake you up without coffee,” Tommy says from the bedroom door. He crosses the room swiftly and climbs on the bed next to Ravi, leaning down to kiss him.

It’s objectively a terrible kiss, because Buck’s fingers are still in his mouth and Tommy’s basically just fucking his tongue in and out, but there’s something about both of them being in his mouth at the same time that makes Ravi think it’s one of the best kisses he’s ever had.

Tommy pulls back to lean over Ravi and kiss Buck. Ravi revels in the extra weight pushing him down.

“Want a little help with that?”Tommy asks as he pulls away from Buck, gesturing downwards.

Ravi can hear the smirk in Buck’s voice. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Yes, fuck yes, Ravi had only gotten Tommy’s mouth on him briefly last night but he was eager to get the full experience this morning. He tilts his head down so he can watch, only to see Tommy get his mouth on Buck instead.

He moans pitifully around Buck’s fingers.

Buck stops moving. “Woah, hey, everything okay?” He gently pulls his fingers from Ravi’s mouth.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Ravi begs. Buck starts moving again, a little slower than before. Ravi grinds back against him, trying to get him to move faster. “It’s just, ah, just, I, I haven’t even got to taste you yet.”

Ravi shoves Buck’s fingers back in his mouth before he can embarrass himself any more.

“Oh, we can fix that, right?” Buck coos, stroking Tommy’s cheek to get his attention. Ravi commits the moment to memory, Tommy’s mouth wrapped around Buck, blue eyes bright, spit starting to leak from the corner of his mouth, staring up at the both of them like he’d do anything they wanted. Tommy nods as best he can before refocusing on the task at hand.

The way they’re positioned, every time Tommy moves Ravi’s cock slides along his cheek. He would swear he could feel Buck inside Tommy’s mouth, his cock is being pushed into the mattress by Tommy’s face and everything just feels so good. He’s surrounded and ignored and talked about and held and it’s everything he didn’t know he wanted.

He realizes Buck isn’t just telling Tommy how good he feels, but he’s telling Tommy how good Ravi feels as well.

“Oh god his tongue, it’s just my fingers but it feels so good, I can’t wait to feel it everywhere else,” Buck’s saying in between moans and kissing Ravi’s neck. “The way he grabbed my arm made me think about how easily he could probably throw us around , he’s so strong, I forget he’s not a probie anymore sometimes.”

Ravi moans around his fingers before pulling them out of his mouth again. “I think there are still a lot of things you can teach me sir,” he says cheekily, not expecting the long, drawn out moan he gets from Buck.

“Oh, did you like that?” Ravi’s delighted. “I bet you could teach me to fuck Tommy as well as he taught me how to fuck you, sir. I bet you know every trick to make him feel good. You could teach me how to open you up. We’d probably need to practice a lot, sir, I don’t know if I’d be good at it right away. I haven’t had a chance to blow either of you. You could show me how to make it good for you, hold my hair and move me where you wanted me to go, sir.”

Buck’s movements had become frantic while he was talking, and he came with a shout. Ravi could feel Buck’s come filling up Tommy’s mouth against his own cock, and he was sure he was moments away from coming as well.

“Don’t swallow,” Buck reminds Tommy, and beckons him toward them.

Buck surprises him by rolling him on his back. before Ravi can bemoan the lack of contact again, Buck has plastered himself to Ravi’s side, draping his leg over Ravi’s again, hand back across his chest to continue playing with the hair there

Tommy kneels next to him, pulling at Ravi’s chin to open his mouth. Ravi eagerly sticks his tongue out, catching the come that Tommy leans down to feed him. Buck gets him to swallow, and Tommy does it again. The third tim, Tommy leans down to kiss him and uses his tongue to push the rest of Buck’s come into his mouth.

Ravi barely notices Buck moving away, or Tommy moving to straddle his chest, he’s so lost in kissing Tommy. It’s slow and syrupy and downright romantic considering they’re chasing the last remnants of Buck’s come from each other’s mouths.

He does notice when Buck wraps his lips around his cock and sucks. The jolt that goes through his body nearly dislodges Tommy, who laughs gently and starts adding to the hickey on his neck instead. Ravi’s fingers dig into Tommy’s ass as he gasps and tries not to choke Buck.

“You were right about how strong he is,” Tommy says over his shoulder to Buck. He turns back to Ravi.

“We’ll have to teach you how to really fuck Evan,” Tommy says. “He was too worked up last night for us to really take our time with him. He can go for hours if you do it right.”

Buck moans around Ravi. Tommy gets both hands on Ravi’s nipples, pinching and rolling them, and sucks on the hickey on his neck.

Between that and whatever the fuck Buck is doing with his tongue - and Ravi needs to learn how to do that, immediately- Ravi’s coming before he can even warn Buck.

Buck waits until his mouth is full of Ravi’s come to move next to Tommy and pull him into a deep kiss. Ravi can see their tongues pushing his come around, and he’s starting to feel like he might be able to come again before breakfast.

They don’t break the kiss until they’ve both swallowed, and then Tommy licks the spit and come off of Buck’s chin. Tommy’s been rubbing gentle circles into his stomach the entire time, and Buck had grabbed his hand and linked their fingers together as soon as he’d gotten close enough. Even though they’re kissing each other, Ravi doesn’t feel left out.

“Pancakes are warming in the oven,” Tommy says after he’s kissed Buck and Ravi a few more times. “I knew you two wouldn’t be ready right away.”

Buck shrugs, unrepentant. “What was I supposed to do, not fuck him?”

Ravi squeaks as Tommy gets off the bed and swings him up over his shoulders.

“Just for that, Ravi gets first pancake,” Tommy says as he carries Ravi out of the room.

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