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His leg is fucked, but he doesn't think of it as a hindrance. It's a challenge. He's been chomping at the bit for a challenge he actually has a chance at overcoming.

A couple of the message boards he used to advertise on are still in service. He brushes up on the terminology and lists an ad. Worst case scenario, no one responds. He doesn't mention his leg.

He gets a couple of messages, but what they want isn't something he can do. The things they allude to wanting requires a level of mobility Buck doesn't currently have. He politely declines and says it's not possible.

It's only after talking to a couple of people, that he thinks about the logistics. He can't really go anywhere. A hotel would be safer, but that's a lot of hassle and a lot of money, if he gets stood up. After a few more people reach out, he removes the listing, and tries to accept that now isn't the right time. Maybe he can do what normal people do and find a girlfriend down the line, who will let him.

The listing has been down for a while, when he gets a message. The person contacting him must have saved his information. They go back and forth for a bit. It's a man, which isn't that unusual, Buck didn't specify, but it would be new for him. He's never had sex with a man, which is what he's asking for. He worked for a sex line, back in the day, where he got a lot of men. He's done some hand and mouth stuff, too, when he really needed money, but it's usually been a means to an end. This would be different.

It's an intriguing offer. The guy is clearly in the market for a normal sex worker, but Buck can see the logic in how he ended up contacting Buck. The guy hasn't had sex with a man before and he wants detailed instructions.

Before he says yes, Buck mentions having had surgery, so his mobility is limited. The guy says it's not a problem. Buck is already fifty steps ahead, when he says yes.

He tells himself the safety aspect is fine. It's not worse than a dating app. And he'll only do it once.

Buck spends a couple of days planning. He writes out a couple of different scripts, so he has something to lean on. He'll need help to get around, but if he plays it right, it could be hot. In Buck's head, it's very hot, but he can always play it off as strictly practical, if the guy isn't into it.

On the day of the appointment, Buck makes a call to Maddie and explains he's inviting a date over. Maddie is least likely to ask questions, and most likely to understand the safety concerns. Maddie asks him to say less, but she'll check in later.

He sets the scene as well as he can, and takes a seat at the dining table. His crutches are within reach, the door is unlocked, so he doesn't have to get up, and his phone is in his pocket.

Buck tries to manage his excitement a bit, but once the guy enters, all of that goes out the window. The guy closes the door behind him and leans against it, looking scared out of his mind.

”Hi.”

”Hi,” Buck smiles. He uses his good leg to push a chair out from the table. He can tell the guy's knees are about to buckle, which only makes him smile more.

The guy drops into the chair. His upper lip glistens with sweat.

”Nervous?”

”Uh-huh,” he nods.

”I'm Evan.”

”Tommy.”

”Hi, Tommy.” He watches Tommy glance behind him, at the crutches, then take in the sight of Buck's body. He seems interested, more than nervous. His interest in men is occupational, but Tommy is a very attractive man. ”Still wanna do this?”

Tommy clears his throat. ”Yes.”

”Good.” Tommy eyes turn sharp. ”Take off your shoes. Put them somewhere out of the way.”

Tommy looks around and finds the shoe rack. He bends down and tugs his laces free. Boots in hand, he gets up from the chair and puts them on the floor infront of the rack. He comes back and sits down.

”Good,” Buck says again, just too see Tommy's reaction. It's subtle. A twitch in the shoulders. ”You want to get straight to it, or do you want to talk first?”

He watches Tommy's throat bob. ”No talking.”

Buck chuckles. He grabs the chair he's sitting on, raises his bad leg, and scooches the chair further away from the table. Tommy's hands are in the air immediately, hovering. It's an interesting reflex, but Buck doesn't ask. Maybe he has an elderly family member he's close with.

”On the floor.”

Tommy blinks. It takes a second, then the meaning sinks in and he's slipping off his own chair, eyes not leaving Buck's face. Buck pats his thigh. Tommy is beginning to flush. He licks his lips and shuffles forward on his knees, until he can put his chin on Buck's knee. His eyes look beautiful and attentive in the moodlighting Buck had managed to create.

Buck gently strokes Tommy's hair back from his forehead. Tommy's eyes pinch closed. There's emotion in the tension in his brows. Based on the messages they've been exchanging, he expects some amount of fear or apprehension, but so far so good.

”I won't be asking,” Buck says, ”but that doesn't mean you can't say no.”

Tommy looks up at him, but doesn't speak. Buck curls his fingers in the hair on the back of Tommy's neck, and pulls him forward. It's gentle enough that Tommy can stop it easily, but he doesn't. He lets Buck pull his face into his crotch. Buck would've liked to dress nice for the occasion, but his leg is still stiff. He's wearing his nicest sweatpants. He feels Tommy exhale heavily through the fabric.

”Good?”

Tommy nods. Buck pets his hair for a moment.

”I want us to be on the same page, so I will ask some clarifying questions.” Another nod. ”You want to have sex with me.” Nod. ”Penetrative sex.” Nod. ”You want to be on the receiving end of the penetration.” Nod.

Buck smiles at his lap. It's sweet, even though it probably feels like hell for Tommy. ”Did you clean yourself before you got here?” He gets another nod. ”Did you prepare yourself?” That gets a careful shake of the head. ”Do you want to do it by yourself, or do you want to do it with me?”

He's clearly unhappy about having to use words, but Tommy lifts his head just enough to speak, ”I want you to tell me how.”

”Tell you or do it for you?”

Tommy meets his eyes. ”If you can, I'd like you to do it for me.”

Buck brushes over Tommy's cheek with his thumb. ”We'll see how I feel when we get there.” Tommy nods again. ”My bed is upstairs.”

Tommy pulls his head away from Buck's hand, to look around. He clearly hadn't seen anything on his way in.

”I also have a couch, but I prefer the bed.” He knows Tommy won't say what he prefers, but he presents the option anyway. ”I can do it myself, but I'd like you to help me up the stairs. Can you do that?”

Tommy is on his feet, hands open and offered, before the question is out of his mouth. ”What do you need?”

Buck smiles. His bad leg can support his weight decently well these days, but it's uncomfortable. His physical therapist says it's a mental thing; that he doesn't trust that the leg can support him. In any case, Buck lets Tommy pull him up from the chair, and raises his arm. Tommy knows what he's doing. He's solidly in Buck's armpit, holding on to Buck's hand, his other arm wrapped around Buck's waist. Slowly, they walk to the stairs. Unnecessarily slow, but it feels more secure that way. Tommy watches closely, as Buck holds onto the handrail. Together, they ascend the stairs and Buck is carefully lowered onto his bed.

Flatteringly, Tommy is still hard after all that.

”Take off your clothes.”

It takes a moment for Tommy to react. He looks around the space, and spots a place to put his clothes. He's efficient about it. He turns his back, but Buck figures it's about doing the task, not about purposely hiding his body.

”Do you want to take mine off, too?”

”Yes.”

Buck's autonomy is hard won and he's more than able, but the way Tommy handles him feels good. There's a reverence to it. Fleetingly, Buck thinks he wouldn't mind being worshipped for a little bit.

Tommy takes off his clothes, and helps him lie down. All his supplies are within easy reach, so when they're both naked, Buck urges him onto the bed. He puts his hands on his stomach, indicating the spot, ”I want you to straddle me.”

Tommy looks at himself, then Buck. ”You sure?”

”I can take you.”

Tommy's flush spreads down his chest, as he mounts Buck's torso. He's heavy, but nothing Buck can't handle.

Buck grabs a condom and hands it over. ”Put this on. I'm not cleaning up after you.”

Tommy makes a shaky little sound. He fumbles the condom a couple of times. First it falls from his fingers, then the wrapper won't tear, but he gets there. After the condom is on, he gives himself a tight squeeze at the base.

”Have you touched yourself before?” Tommy nods. Buck grabs the lube, then Tommy's hand. He squirts lube onto Tommy's fingers and holds onto his hand for a moment. ”Go slow. We've got time.”

Tommy nods again. When Buck releases his hand, Tommy reaches behind himself. Buck watches his face closely. His face doesn't say much, but he's sufficiently distracted. Buck is in the tail end of his meds. They don't always kill his sex drive, but he's slower than he used to be. Having Tommy on his stomach shields his dick from prying eyes, and makes Tommy's body more accessible to his hands.

Tommy's dick bobs between them and Tommy holds on to every word, so Buck is feeling pretty confident. He strokes Tommy's thighs, as lightly as he can. It earns him another shaky sound, as Tommy's thighs close around Buck's ribs.

”Getting somewhere?”

Tommy's arm stops flexing. He breathes for a second, before resting his hand on his thigh. Three of his fingers are glistening.

”Great job,” it lands a little more first responder, than dom, but it still makes Tommy shiver. ”My turn.” Buck grabs the lube and reaches behind Tommy's back. He shifts forward a little, making Buck's reach around less strenuous. He circles Tommy's hole, checking the tension, but he feels remarkably relaxed. Two fingers go inside easy.

”Alright, big guy – ” Tommy makes a sound and clenches up. Buck holds still and eyes him a little. He says it again, ”Alright, big guy, you wanna come before or after?” Tommy clenches again.

Tommy tries to breathe, but his whole body shakes on the exhale. ”I'm not sure I can choose.”

”Fair enough,” Buck says. He pushes the full length of his fingers inside, to see what happens. Tommy's knees dig into the sides of his ribs, and he stops breathing. He's more gentle as he pulls out.

With Tommy's eyes closed, Buck reaches for his own dick, checking the firmness. He's not all the way there, but he's close. It's good enough for now. He touches Tommy's thighs again, trying to get him present.

”Still up for it?”

Tommy nods. ”Please.”

Buck wipes his hand on his stomach, and grabs a condom and the lube. ”You get to do this part.”

Tommy blinks at the items. ”What?”

”Why would I do it myself when you're here?” He pushes them into Tommy's hands.

Tommy drops the lube. He would've dropped the condom, too, if the wrapper didn't stick to his sweaty chest. He climbs (falls) off Buck's chest and just stares at his dick for a bit. ”Can I touch?”

”Go for it.”

Tommy reaches out and curls his fingers around Buck's dick. Buck puts his hands behind his head and tries to not to say anything stupid. Tommy's hand feels good. As uncertain as he looks, his touch isn't. It's tight and warm. Tommy strokes him for a moment, just watching his own hand touch Buck. It's flattering.

Buck wonders what brought him here. Wonders why Tommy would rather pay for something like this, instead of going out and meeting someone. He's a handsome guy. Very polite. By all accounts he seems normal. Maybe a bit shy.

”Ready?”

Tommy huffs a little laugh. ”No.” He grabs the condom anyway. He knows what he's doing, but he's very particular about putting it on, as if putting a condom on someone for the first time is something worth remembering.

He does the same thing with the lube, then asks about Buck's leg.

”As long as you don't reach behind you and try to brace on my knees, you're fine.”

Tommy is careful when he swings his leg over Buck's lap. He keeps an eye on his own foot, careful to keep it away from Buck's leg. He hovers there for a second, above Buck. When nothing happens, Buck takes over.

”Put your hands here,” he pulls Tommy's hands to his own chest, wanting to feel the weight of him. Tommy leans forward, fingers spreading for better purchase. ”Sit, I've got it.”

Tommy looks at him warily, but lowers his body slowly. Buck uses both hands to find his target, without too much fumbling. He watched Tommy's face, as he sinks into his body.

Tommy is the one in control. Buck is lying flat on his back, he has very little leverage. Tommy turns his face into his own shoulder, hiding his expression, as he moves his hips back. When he's confident he won't slip back out, Buck moves his hands to Tommy's hips and waits it out.

Tommy's breathing changes. It comes a little faster, a little wetter. He moves one hand to his lower abdomen. He won't be able to feel anything, but Buck gets the sentiment. Sort of.

Tommy shifts a little and starts moving. It's a grinding motion, slowly back and forth. At first, he's barely moving at all, but he builds up to longer strokes, face still turned away.

Buck doesn't know what to do with it. They don't know each other, so he doesn't know what Tommy needs. He keeps his hands where they are, so Tommy can feel he's there. Most of Tommy's weight is balanced on one hand. As Tommy picks up the pace, Buck grunts a little. It makes Tommy look at him.

His eyes go round and he quickly plants a hand on the bed, on either side of Buck's shoulders. It brings their faces closer together. Neither one of them brought up kissing, at any point. Buck didn't think it would be relevant, but he wishes one of them did. He wants to kiss Tommy.

”How's it feel?”

”Good,” Tommy huffs a smile. ”Really good.” He moves a little faster for emphasis.

Maybe the pain meds are a good thing. Or maybe it's the lack of attraction to men. Whatever it is, it's keeping Buck's attention away from his dick, and on Tommy's face. It's a good face. Expressive, when he allows it to be.

Tommy rides him until he can't anymore. He keeps stopping, clenching, then going for a moment, then stopping and clenching again.

”You can come, if you want.”

Tommy scoffs. Shivers. Scoffs again. ”Then it's over.”

”That's how sex works.”

Tommy glares at him for half a second, before he trembles again. He hasn't touched his dick once.

Buck belatedly remembers he's supposed to be in charge. He grabs Tommy by the face and tells him to come. Tommy makes a wounded sound and somehow manages to keep eye contact, while he comes.

Buck is suddenly very aware of his own dick, and comes just moments later.

They blink at each other in surprise. Tommy smiles and Buck laughs. There's a pack of wet wipes somewhere, but Buck doesn't reach for it. Tommy carefully dismounts and lies down.

”Pretty good for a first time, right?” Buck asks, amused by the double entendre.

”If I could leave a review, you'd get a great one.”

”Aww,” he nudges Tommy in the side. ”Thank you, I appreciate that. Did we tick all the boxes, or do we need to meet again?”