Manuscripts Don't Burn

this is my canon idea of what henry answered here

bucktommy - explicit - 1.5k - dacryphilia, frotting, crying during sex, post-reconciliation.

There's just one problem with Tommy crying: Buck's absolutely getting hard listening to Tommy sniffle quietly. He shifts in his seat awkwardly. It's just… nice knowing Tommy trusts him enough to show his tears.

A movie night brings Tommy to tears and Buck to a boner. Tommy is really, really okay with it, though.

Relationship: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard/Eddie Diaz Rating: E Word count: 5.9k Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sub Tommy Kinard, Sub Eddie Diaz, Bondage, Gags, Sex Toys, Daddy Kink

It’s Tommy’s left hip that indicates that a decent amount of time has passed. Being laid on his side on Evan’s hardwood living room floor, locked in one position for an extended period of time, will do that to a man. The only kindness Tommy and Eddie have been afforded is the pillow under their heads.

Relationship: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard/Eddie Diaz Rating: E Word count: 5.9k Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sub Tommy Kinard, Sub Eddie Diaz, Bondage, Gags, Sex Toys, Daddy Kink

It’s Tommy’s left hip that indicates that a decent amount of time has passed. Being laid on his side on Evan’s hardwood living room floor, locked in one position for an extended period of time, will do that to a man. The only kindness Tommy and Eddie have been afforded is the pillow under their heads.

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here's an idea i got at the city pool today. no idea where it's going

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"You should let me take you out to dinner," she says, quickly holding up one hand and taking out her phone with the other. Buck takes back most of the step he took away from her in order to view her screen. It's a selfie, that she didn't take because in it she's asleep, turned safe and trusting into the chest of a man smiling like he found a four-leaf clover.

"Huh," he says, eloquently.

"Jerome is adjunct professor." She stows the phone in her tiny bag with a few crisp movements, always so efficient. "He radicalizes community organizers, social workers, and human rights lawyers. On our second date I had to bail him out after getting taken in for a protest."

"Wow, he sounds very..."

"Ethical," she finishes, smiling wickedly. "Don't pretend that's not the word that came to mind. It's okay. Years have gone by since we last ripped each other's clothes off. There's no need to spare my feelings anymore. So, dinner?"

Nothing in her demeanor reminds him of Jade, and her boyfriend, blonde and tan with brown eyes, does not resemble Zane in the slightest, but he can't hold back a wince.

She barks out a laugh, wide-eyed. "Just dinner, I swear. Maybe a few glasses of wine. What kind of life have you been living, Evan Buckley?"

For a little bit in there, he wasn't living at all. "I died," he blurts out, wrong-footed as he forever is with this woman. "For a c-couple minutes. And I fell in love with a man. And- And there was a helicopter chase because of a v-" He clamps his mouth shut. She wrote a book about him and his family. I- I just-"

Her hand, just as diminutive as the bag, covers his forearm. "Relax, big guy. I'm off the 118 beat."

He gulps. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she says, shoving him a little. "ProPublica doesn't care about one team of firefighters. I take on bastards with white collars now."

"Priests?"

I'm trying to get back to writting frat boys au cause I actully wanna post chapter 2 soon, so, here's some of it. Boys are nailing it in being "no homo friends with benefits":

"Do we, uh, have any courses together this year? I think we have some overlapping in our programs?" Evan asks, checking his schedule, slurping his milkshake as loud as humanly possible. He once did it accidently and Tommy made a comment. Essentially now Evan does it to annoy him.

"Hopefully no, because if I hear your slurps there, I might strangle you, and it's gonna have too many witnesses."

Evan smirks, "I don't drink when study," then winks dropping his voice to the whisper even Tommy might not hear, but read on his lips, "and don't threaten me with good times."

"Good times?"

"You on top, uh, top of me with your hands sensually grabbing me? Yeah, good times."

Tommy's blush is now Evan's favorite thing about him.

"Haven't thought you're so easily turned into the lobster."

Tommy leans over the table to grow in his face.

"I'll do it with your ass if you won't stop."

Evan hardly swallows. The goosebumps run down his skin. Blood in the head boils, while the rest runs to his cheeks to paint them red and up to his cock. It throbs and Evan knows what they should try sooner than later , "d-don't threaten with good times. I t-told you that, uh, just a second a go."

Now thew wicked smirk comes to Tommy, "and yet now it's you who's the lobster."

His answer gets lost when waitress comes with incredibly smelling sandwiches. He still finds his time to leave the last words on him.

"Can't take you anywhere. Always gonna talk about sex."

"You started it!" Tommy's outraged shriek gets the attention of the crowd. Several head turn and Tommy has to hide behind him.