“What?” Tommy unfolded his arms to throw his hands up. “I can’t think it’s a little weird that you compared the transformative nature of our relationship to the relationship you once had with my ex-fiance that I broke things off with because I’m gay!?”

Buck gave a petulant shrug.

“God, Evan. Don’t you think I’m entitled to have some big feelings about all that? It was not a great moment in my life, okay? She was pretty devastated.”

“I know,” Buck smirked. “I’m the one that came next, remember?”

Tommy growled and stepped toward Buck, causing Buck to take a few steps backward until he ran into the door. “What a hero,” Tommy mocked dryly, his voice low and rough and damn him, Buck’s eyes dropped right down to his mouth.

Tommy’s lips curved into a little bit of a smile, silently claiming the victory. He stepped closer.

“She was so lucky to have you, huh? After suffering for the last 6 months of our relationship where we barely touched each other, she got herself a new little boy toy.”

Buck kept his head held high, despite the way his skin heated at the closeness. “Yeah she did. And the sex was great.”

Tommy huffed a laugh, then looked Buck up and down before he gave a challenging nod. “Show me.”

Buck blinked a few times. “Wh-what?”

“Show me,” Tommy repeated. He planted his hand on the door next to Buck’s head and leaned in. “Kiss me like you kissed her,” he said, then leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Buck’s face, voice low. “Fuck me like you fucked her.”

Buck barely had to tip his head for their lips to meet. The kiss was hot, tension between them boiling just beneath the surface. Buck’s hands cradled Tommy’s neck and he used his foot to push off the door, his body pressing hard into Tommy’s and forcing him to take a step back to keep his balance.

The kiss was liquid - lips and tongues ebbing and flowing as Buck tangled his fingers in Tommy’s hair like he would have in Abby’s.

It wasn’t how he and Tommy normally kissed. That was often rougher, desperate, sometimes almost a battle between them. Something hard and ‘masculine’ in a way that made Buck’s toes curl when he thought about it. Other times it could be soft and sweet - coming down from the high of sex, drowsy in bed, a quick peck in the kitchen.

But it wasn’t like this, slow and gliding.

Buck’s hands slid down to Tommy’s chest and he groped Tommy’s pecs, squeezing them and kneading them. Tommy let out a soft groan when Buck thumbed at his tight nipples.

They made their way back to the bedroom, pausing to press up against a wall or a door to kiss and grope. Buck took his own shirt off and then his pants, leaving them behind in the hallway as they tumbled into bed.

“How did you and Abby like to get started?” Tommy asked while he pressed delicate kisses along his jaw, the underside of his chin, his neck.

“She loved sucking my cock,” Buck grinned. “Couldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night half hard in her mouth because she just couldn’t wait.”

Tommy hummed, sucking against one of his ribs. Buck’s breaths quickened with anticipation as Tommy went lower and lower. He tugged Buck’s briefs down, exposing rapidly swelling cock to the cool air.

“I think I remember how she used to do it,” Tommy said with a wicked grin.

Tommy gave Buck’s slit a little kitten lick before sucking his head.

“I wish I could have seen you together,” Buck said breathlessly.

Maybe that was a fucked up thing to think. But what part of this wasn’t?

Buck knew how hot Abby looked when she’d suck his cock - her red hair falling out of her loose braid, glasses off, lashes fanned out, hollowed cheeks. And he knew how hot Tommy looked when he got sucked off, eyes dark, perfect lips parted, brow creased, muscles tight and flexing.

The stretched corners of Tommy’s lips twitched like he wanted to smile.

Buck groaned, shifting his hips into it but Tommy didn’t take him any deeper. In fact, he gagged dramatically.

“Oh fuck off. Don’t be an asshole,” Buck snapped.

Tommy wasn't wrong though. Abby never could take him very deep without triggering her gag reflex.

Tommy muttered an apology before sucking him down again, enveloping him in the perfect wet heat of his mouth.

“She was the first person to play with my ass during a blowjob,” Buck pointed out.

Tommy already knew Buck’s ass hadn’t been uncharted territory when they started, but he wanted to point out that it had been Abby first. He hoped that pissed Tommy off in some way.

Tommy pulled off and smirked, giving the head of his cock another tiny lick. “You’re welcome.”

Buck raised his eyebrows. That…wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Why do you think she started doing that? I had to beg her to do it to me.” Tommy said, then added dryly, “Glad you could benefit though.”

There was something almost sad about that. He hoped Tommy hadn’t actually had to beg Abby for it. He really didn’t know what it had been like for Tommy, having to put up a facade, be someone he wasn’t.

Buck should have asked.

“You want me to…?” Tommy offered, wiggling his finger at him.

“No. I’ll come too fast,” he said honestly. “And you said you want me to fuck you like I fucked her…”

Buck hauled Tommy up and kissed his mouth, hot and slow, before he rolled them over. He moved down Tommy’s body and wedged in between his legs. He kissed along the insides of Tommy’s hairy thighs, his muscled hips.

“She liked me to eat her out first,” Buck said, pushing Tommy’s thighs. “Hold your knees, hon.”

“Is that what you called her? Hon?” Tommy remarked while Buck grabbed some cherry flavored lube from the bedside drawer, exactly where he’d left it.

Buck didn’t answer. He dragged his tongue slow, broad strokes over Tommy’s hole. He went slow, humming appreciatively like it was his favorite meal. Any part of Tommy was his favorite meal. He could never get enough of his mouth on that man. Sometimes he thought if he could unhinge his jaw like a giant snack and swallow his entire body down he’d be happiest.

Probably not a normal thing to think.

Buck pulled back and added a little bit of flavored lube before diving back in.

Tommy groaned. “I bet she was always so wet for you.”

“Mmhmm,” Buck said, the sound muffled as he pressed his face into Tommy’s ass, eating shamelessly.

He worked his finger in slowly, working Tommy open. He’d finger Abby while he sucked her clit, fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy until it drove her over the edge.

“Fuck, Ev-“ Tommy said, then stopped himself, arching his back up off the bed impatiently. “How did you fuck her? Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?” he asked between heavy breaths.

Buck kept his fingers moving, slow and methodically. “If Patricia was home it was slow, quiet while she slept in the next room,” Buck said, shifting his fingers to add a third. “If Patricia was out with Carla for a while she wanted it hard. She’d get so loud, practically screaming my name and begging me to go harder, slap her ass, pull her hair…”

Tommy moaned, moving his hips to try to take Buck’s fingers deeper.

Buck slipped his fingers out and Tommy practically whined at the loss while Buck wiped them carelessly on the comforter. He urged Tommy’s legs back down, his cock thick and dark red, begging to be touched just like Buck’s was.

Buck moved back up Tommy’s body, pausing to mouth at his full pecs, then his throat, before reaching his lips.

“So what do you think?” Buck said against Tommy’s mouth, dragging his fingers roughly through Tommy’s hair. “Is Patricia home?”

“No,” Tommy whispered, giving Buck a hot, open mouthed kiss. “But she’s coming home soon, so you’d better make it fast.”

“Hands and knees, hon, I know that’s how you like it,” Buck said, giving Tommy’s hip a smack.

Tommy turned over and Buck hauled him and bullied him into position. He slapped Tommy’s asscheek hard enough to leave it pink. He pushed between Tommy’s shoulder blades to force his upper body down, then bent over him, Buck’s mouth close to his ear.

“I’m gonna wreck you. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Tommy responded hoarsely.

Buck kissed a few times down Tommy’s spine down to his ass. Because he couldn’t resist, he spread Tommy’s cheeks and prodded his prepped hole with his tongue. Tommy moaned into the mattress.

Buck slicked himself up, then tapped the head of his cock on Tommy’s hole a few times.

Tommy looked over his shoulder. “They’re gonna come home. We’re gonna get caught.”.

Buck pushed in and Tommy’s fingers curled into the mattress.

“Fuck, you always feel so good,” Tommy groaned.

It stung. Yeah, he felt good. Not good enough to stick around for. Not for Abby. Not for Tommy.

Buck fucked Tommy with everything he has, hips snapping hard. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” Tommy practically whined. “More.”

Buck grabbed a handful of Tommy’s hair, close to the scalp, and hauled him up onto his knees. Tommy grabbed the headboard to brace himself.

Buck stopped thrusting and ground his hips in deep while he hooked his thumb into the corner of Tommy’s lips roughly.

Tommy grunted, then Buck shoved his thumb into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue. Tommy immediately sucked and rubbed his tongue on the underside of his thumb like it was Buck’s cock.

Buck leaned in and growled in Tommy’s ear. “I’m gonna make you come so hard that everyone on this floor is gonna hear you scream.”

Tommy hummed around Buck’s thumb.

Buck gripped Tommy’s cock, feeling it filling out in response to the attention. He rubbed his spit-slicked thumb in circles around the head of Tommy’s cock like he would to Abby’s clit.

He started thrusting again and Tommy’s breaths grew heavier.

“Come for me honey,” Buck coaxed, sweat trickling down his temple and the back of his neck.

“Ah, ah, I’m close,” Tommy moaned.

Buck switched tactics, jerking Tommy hard and fast the way he knew he liked. He dipped his head and bit the spot where Tommy’s neck and shoulder met.

That was just enough to send Tommy over the edge and he cried out.

”Buck!”

Hearing that name on Tommy’s lips ripped the hole in his chest wide open. A cold reminder of what this was. And what it wasn’t.

Not reconciliation. Not closure. Some murky third thing that he was afraid they were doomed to repeat until they did one of the other two.

Tommy slumped forward, forearms along the top of the headboard, and let his head hang from his shoulders while he sucked in deep breaths. Buck was still inside him, rocking his hips to keep from going crazy.

“How do you wanna-?”

Buck pulled out and moved back. “Abby liked it when I came on her tits,” Buck stroked his rigid cock with his cum-soaked hand.

Tommy shifted around onto his back and Buck knelt over him. Tommy looked so satisfied laying there, cheeks pink, a hint of a smile.

It pissed him off.

He jerked off roughly, pinching his nipple with his free hand. Biting his lip, he looked down at Tommy, who was watching him with heavy lidded eyes. Tommy gave him a crooked grin and pushed his pecs together. Buck cried out, aiming for Tommy’s offered landing zone as he came in hot, pulsing spurts.

Buck collapsed onto the bed, sucking in deep breaths. His eyes stung as his body struggled to make sense of the release and swirling emotions. He didn’t look at Tommy. Couldn’t look at Tommy.

Tommy got up from the bed first, saying nothing before he went into the bathroom. He left the door open just a little, an invitation maybe, before the shower started.

Buck sat up on the bed and scrubbed his hand over his face, trying to decide if what they’d just done was cathartic or just kind of fucked up.

In his heart, he wanted to go into the bathroom and join Tommy in the shower. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, press a soft kiss between his shoulderblades, taste the water on his skin.

In the cool post-sex clarity, it didn’t feel right. So, he got up, gathered his clothes, and dressed out in the hallway.

Maybe it was his turn to leave - to walk away without giving Tommy a chance to say a damn thing about it. It wasn’t a punishment, it was self preservation. And in that, he supposed, he understood Tommy better.

He shoved his feet into his shoes and walked out.