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Buck put their bottles on the table. ”We have a problem.”
Eddie glanced around. ”What kind of problem?”
”Tommy is here, with a date, and I'm going to kill him.”
”Which one?”
”Yes.”
Eddie looked around the bar, trying to spot them. ”Do we know it's a date?”
”It's a man, what else would it be?”
Eddie looked at him for a beat. ”Isn't that homophobic? Assuming they're together, just because they're both men?”
”… Shut up.”
Buck slumped in his seat, doing everything he could to angle his body in a way that meant he couldn't catch an accidental glimpse.
Of course Eddie couldn't leave well enough alone.
”Wasn't gonna say anything–”
”Then don't.”
Eddie looked at him pointedly. ”You dress like him.”
”Like who?”
Eddie dialed the look up. ”I don't think dressing like your ex-boyfriend is healthy.” His eyes went up, then down. ”Or doing your hair the way he likes.”
”I'm not wearing his clothes.”
”Oh, so you went out and bought clothes that your ex would wear.”
”When it comes to exes, you don't have a leg to stand on.”
”…Fair.”
Buck dug his nail into a gouge in the wooden table top. He felt a little guilty for being in a pissy mood, but not enough to stop.
Eddie didn't seem bothered.
”What are you do– Stop looking at them! They're gonna notice!”
Eddie slapped his hands away. ”The guy – don't we know him?”
”What? No.” Buck followd Eddie's line of sight. ”No, we don't,” he said, even though he looked familiar. Why would Tommy's date look familiar? How could Buck – and Eddie – possibly have met him?
”He's a captain.”
”No, he is not,” Buck scoffed. Yes, he was. It was the fucking captain of the 122. Tommy was dating the captain of the 122. ”I need to piss.”
”What?” Eddie said, then more urgently, after Buck was already moving, ”Wait!”
Buck didn't heed him any mind. He needed a second, and starring at a bathroom wall was a good an option as any.
Just as he got his dick out, someone stepped up to the urinal two spots down from where Buck was standing.
Oh, christ.
The guy did a double take. ”Buckley.”
”Do I know you?”
He frowned. ”What's with the attitude?”
”What attitude?” Buck muttered and looked at his dick, willing his bladder to empty faster.
”Wow, OK,” he huffed. ”I suggest you get it out of your system, so you don't pull this shit in the field.”
Buck shook himself off and did his pants back up. ”It's Deluca, right?”
”Captain Deluca,” he said over his shoulder, standing at the sink. ”Although,” he said conversationally, ”Tommy only ever calls me shithead.”
Buck washed his hands with a single minded focus. ”Weird thing to call your boyfriend.”
Deluca looked at him for a long moment. ”I'm gonna tell him you said that.”
”What? No.” The bathroom door was already swinging shut, and Buck's hands were dripping wet. Hastily, he wiped them on his thighs and his overshirt, and tried to touch the door handle as little as possible.
It was a small bar. Deluca barely needed a head start to make it to Tommy's table before Buck did. Deluca was all smiles when he made it.
Buck pointed, ”He's a liar.”
”Evan?” Tommy looked surprised.
Oh, fuck. Well. It didn't take much to outsmart Buck. Made sense Deluca was the captain and not him.
”Hi.”
”Hi.” Tommy sat forward in his seat. ”What're you doing here? Who are you with?”
”Eddie.” Buck flapped is hand in the general direction of where he'd left Eddie. ”Who's your friend?” he asked and made eye contact with Deluca.
”Oh, this is Sal,” Tommy said. Sal grinned. ”Was gonna say he's my best friend, but your standard is Eddie and I'm not sure we're there yet.”
Deluca's smile fell. ”The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He glared at Tommy.
”If you die, I'm not getting your kid.”
”I don't have a kid.”
”You have a dog.”
Sal gripped the back of Tommy's chair and said, ”If she outlives me, you're taking her out back and burying her with me.”
”You want me to kill your dog?”
”Yes.”
”You're a firefighter who smokes. She's gonna outlive you.”
Deluca put his finger in Tommy's face. ”Every one of my grandparents made it to a hundred.”
”Christ, I've got fifty years left of this shit?”
”How fucking old do you think I am?”
”Oh,” Buck said.
Both of them looked at him and said, ”What?” in unison.
”This is why you didn't introduce us.”
Tommy looked a little embarrassed. Deluca looked between them. ”What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
”You're crazy,” Buck said.
Deluca looked at Tommy. ”Thomas.”
”No.”
”Thomas.” Tommy tried valiantly to keep Deluca out of his face, but it wasn't happening. ”Explain to me what your boy toy is saying. I know it's an insult.”
”You don't think crazy is an insult?” Tommy asked.
Buck didn't feel like killing either of them anymore. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, ”You know what, I'll just … Eddie.”
Tommy looked a little stricken, but he had to pay attention to not end up on the floor, so he couldn't follow Buck.
If his mood wasn't so shit, Eddie's face would've been hilarious. ”I tried to warn you.”
He slumped into his seat. ”Warn me about what?”
”I saw him go for the bathroom right before you did.” Eddie touched his shoulder. ”What happened?”
”They're not dating, they're friends. It's captain Deluca of the 122,” he muttered. He drank the last of his beer and reached for Eddie's. Eddie pushed the bottle into his hand.
”122? We work with them all the time.”
”Yeah,” Buck pouted.
”Why the face, man? If they're not together?”
Buck shrugged and put his head in his hand. ”They're best friends and I never met him. I didn't even know his name.”
”That sucks.”
Both of them jumped when the table was jostled. Tommy looked harried. ”Sorry,” he put his hand on the table, even though it was too late to hold it in place. ”I, uhm,” he pushed a hand through his hair. ”Sorry about him. He's not fit for polite company. Hi, Eddie.”
”Hey.”
Tommy turned to Buck. ”Can we talk?”
Buck winced when Eddie kicked him under the table. ”Sure,” he pasted on a smile. ”Why not.”
Buck followed Tommy outside and a few paces down the sidewalk, where Tommy turned to him.
”I never meant to– Why are you wet?”
Buck looked down at himself. Oh, it looked bad in the light. ”Don't worry about it.”
”Right. OK,” Tommy nodded. ”Sal and I … It's not that I didn't want you to meet him, I did, but not– Not now. Or you know, then. We've been friends for a really long time and-and he knows things about me that I didn't want you to know.”
”Like what?”
”He knew me in the closet,” Tommy said. ”He didn't know I was in the closet, but he knew me when I was.”
”OK?”
”That was not a nice time in my life. Not just for me, but for everyone who knew me.”
Buck shifted on his feet. ”You couldn't have told him not to share that?”
”No,” Tommy shook his head. ”You can't really tell him what to do. He used to be worse, if you can believe it. This is him on his best behaviour.”
”How did he make captain?”
”He's good at his job.” Tommy took a breath. ”It's not just Sal, it's a whole … thing.”
Maybe Buck should have paid more attention to the ABV on his beer, because Tommy was making no sense. ”What?”
”I hid a lot from you, when we were together. I'm not proud of it, but I didn't know how not to.”
”Like what?”
”The messy parts,” Tommy said, not taking his eyes off the pavement. ”I only wanted you to see the nice parts, the parts of me that made you want to invite me to your sister's wedding, not the, you know.”
”The real parts?” Buck offered.
Tommy winced, but nodded. ”You're so put together, I didn't want you to look at me and think I fell short. I don't do the whole family dinner thing, there are no children in my life, no nice people, nothing like you have.”
Buck looked down at him. ”Are these your going out jeans?” There was a hole on the knee.
Tommy looked at himself. ”I mean, yeah.”
Buck blinked at him. ”Tommy. Did you buy new clothes to impress me?”
”Yes.”
”I watched you work on your car.”
”I made you believe those were my garage clothes, not my everyday clothes.”
”Why?”
”Why? You iron your shirts.”
He could feel himself pout. ”Only the ones with buttons.”
”I don't own an iron. I pay the nice man at the dry cleaner's, when I need my dress blues.” Tommy pointed at he bar, ”That in there? That's what my life looks like. It's … it's crass, it's gallows humour, it's … it's a far cry from you.”
”So?”
”I wanted to be nice to you.”
”You were,” Buck said. ”You are. Why would you think you'd have to change for me?”
Tommy shook his head. ”I've seen your exes, with their made up faces, and their nice hair. I've seen your family. You're a nice boy.”
”Oh, so you're stupid.” Tommy blinked. ”You know how many times I've jerked off to your flight suit? Your dirty flight suit?” Buck asked. ”Do you not remember me blowing you in those slutty little Muay Thai shorts? While they were dripping with sweat?” He took a step closer. ”I like you, Tommy.”
Tommy didn't move.
Buck gestured with his hands, ”I'm worried about the structural integrity of this whole situation here, but that doesn't mean I'm not into it.” Christ, the inseam of those jeans was frayed to shit. ”So, what, you have a whole drawer full of new jeans now?”
”Kind of.”
He looked at Tommy's legs. ”Sounds to me like I could rip those off of you and you'd have backups at home.”
”I like these jeans.”
Buck met his eyes. ”You have jorts, don't you? Home made ones.”
Tommy frowned in confusion. ”Who doesn't have jorts?”
”How many t-shirts sleeves have you cut off?”
Tommy looked at his lips. ”More than I can count.”
”How low do you cut them?” Buck stepped closer. ”Are your nipples out?”
”What's the point if my nipples aren't out? It's plausible deniability.”
Buck didn't know what the hell he was thinking, all he knew was that he wanted. ”Do you have underwear with holes in them? Are you wearing them right now?”
”I'm not wearing any.”
They were close enough for their chests to touch. Buck made a hungry sound.
”It's laundry day, but Sal wanted to go out.”
”Dump your friend and take me home,” Buck demanded.
(Have I posted this before? If yes, sorry about the duplicate.)
Saltommy, Novelty, E-rated
In part, Sal had been avoiding this because he couldn't be sure if he'd keep his composure. He was aware of how stupid that sounded; Sal Deluca with blood running as hot as his nonna's, never one shy to voice his opinion. Even if it was a shitty one, even if it had almost driven Tommy away—
"Hey," the hand on his cheek was an anchor point; one that Sal would have gladly taken if only the sea of his thoughts hadn't tried to drag him under so hard. "Breathe, Tori. You want me to pull out?"
"No!" Sal was surprised his voice sounded steady. "Don't move. Please don't—" He bit his tongue.
"Hush," Tommy soothed, holding entirely still between Sal's thighs, probably straining not to take advantage of how tight Sal was doubtless around his cock; Sal knew he was, he could feel it from the other side, and fuck did it feel tight. "Breathe. God Tori, you're the most stubborn person I know. We can pause this, take a break and try again—"
"D-don't," Sal said again, just that one word. Not steady this time.
"Relax," Tommy insisted. "I know it's a lot. The first time. But you have to relax a little, you're killing me here."
"Y-you can—"
"I absolutely can not, shut up."
Sal shut up, swallowing hard. He tried to breathe, to remember how muscles worked and how to unclench at least his jaw, which honestly had very little to do with the cock currently all the way inside him and feeling massive in a way that was entirely Tommy's fault.
"'Course you freak are fucking hung," Sal complained thinly, and he inhaled again to add whatever other nonsense he could come up with, but Tommy wisely caught that in a kiss.
For some reason, it was easier to calm down with Tommy's tongue in his mouth. Sal wasn't sure he liked the implications, but he liked being kissed a lot. And he knew how to pick his battles.
"Yeah, okay," Sal muttered between them when Tommy finally had to breathe.
"Are you—"
"Yes," Sal said with more confidence than he felt.
It seemed to be enough for Tommy. Slowly, surely, Tommy rocked his hips forward, and Sal heard himself make an embarrassing noise, exhaling with too much sound. He did it again when Tommy thrust forward the next time and then a third time, louder when Tommy somehow found an angle that made Sal's shoulders try to rise off the sheets.
"Just like that," Tommy muttered, finding the same angle again, and Sal couldn't keep track of his voice, much less the way his hands clung, when Tommy kept going for that devastatingly steady rhythm that made Sal feel like he was fraying apart.
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welcome! here are what you need to know about ao3 and how it’s the complete opposite of wattpad
trigger warning for the mention of contents that are allowed on ao3 that can be triggering to some.
ao3 is a non-profit organization. it’s run by fans (people like you and me), for fans.
fans donate to the site on their own free will to keep the site up and running smoothly.
ao3 is not a social media. it is an archive.
ao3 doesn’t have ads. it doesn’t have algorithms. it doesn’t have “going viral.”
everything is endlessly free on ao3. there is no “ao3 premium.” you will never see a single ad on ao3, and you can download as many fics as you want to read offline for free.
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ao3 was built with the main purpose to 1.) be completely against censorship and 2.) host fics that are banned on other platforms like wattpad.
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the filthiest smut without plot that is written purely for sexual pleasure is allowed. it has its own canonical tag called “plot what plot, porn without plot.”
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Tommy leaned back against the door, eyes wide. Buck grinned from his spot behind the chair, standing on his own two feet.
Casually, he took a few steps, until he stood out in the open. Tommy looked around, but he wouldn't find the crutches, Buck had made sure of that. He wasn't about to run any marathons, but things were getting better.
”Come to me.”
Tommy kicked off his shoes, dropped to the floor, and crawled to him. Without the chair, he had to adjust. His hands came up the back of Buck's legs and grabbed the back of his thighs. Since he couldn't pour himself into Buck's lap, he had to sit up more to press his face to Buck's dick.
”What am I gonna do with you?” he said indulgently, as his hands found Tommy's hair. Buck hummed thoughtfully, as if he hadn't planned exactly what he was going to do. ”I think I want you naked today.”
It was supposed to be a power play. Buck had been reading up on ways to play into the power dynamic. Hopefully Tommy would feel vulnerable when he was naked. He had every reason to be confident in his body, but he was shy about almost everything, so hopefully he wouldn't be.
Tommy looked up at him, eyes searching. He closed his eyes, as Buck dragged the side of his hand over Tommy's eyebrows, up over his forehead, and back through his hair.
”On your feet.”
He could feel the reluctance, when Tommy pulled his hands away. He made a little noise as he got to his feet. Buck watched him take off his overshirt, his t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks. He didn't fold them, but left them in a neat pile on the dining table.
Tommy's body really was incredibly impressive. The shape of him was so undeniably powerful. He'd offered to carry Buck, and Buck didn't doubt that he could.
Buck didn't have much of an opinion on the penis situation. It was a nice dick, definitely one of the better looking ones. It fit well in his hand. And as much as he loved women, it was pretty great having Tommy's arousal be so obvious.
Being eye level with Tommy felt … weird. It wasn't a scheme or an order, but merely a thought when he said, ”You look better on your knees.”
Tommy obeyed all the same.
Buck grinned. That was never getting old.
He walked around, to stand behind Tommy. He pressed his thighs to Tommy's back, and tucked his feet tightly against the outside of Tommy's legs. ”So,” he said, dragging his fingers through Tommy's hair, ”here's what I'm thinking. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to show me all the pretty little noises you can make. How's that sound?” Tommy tipped his head back. His pupils were already blown. ”Yeah? Sound good?”
Tommy's throat clicked as he swallowed. ”Uh-huh,” he nodded.
Buck stepped back slow, so Tommy had a chance to catch himself, instead of going sprawling. He kept walking backwards, toward the stairs. ”I know you wanna help me, but I'm gonna get up there all by myself, and you're gonna be super impressed.”
Tommy smiled.
It would be just his luck to fall and break his neck, so Buck took his time, going up the steps slowly, hand firmly on the handrail. At the top, he turned carefully, still holding on, just to be safe, and beamed at Tommy. ”Get up here.”
Tommy bounded up the stairs, with no regard for his own safety. They were grinning at each other, probably both holding back half a dozen jokes.
Buck went to the foot of the bed and said, ”Hands and knees.”
As he watched Tommy climb onto the bed and get into position, he thought, gonna hit it from the back. Tommy didn't seem to appreciate all his jokes equally, so he kept that one to himself.
Buck got up on the bed behind him, and kneeled between Tommy's legs, using his own to push them a little further apart. Then he leaned over Tommy's body, wanting to know what it felt like to have a back as broad as Tommy's pressed to his chest, but without the distraction of sex taking away from it. He couldn't help but smile into Tommy's shoulder. If he lifted his arms and legs, Tommy wouldn't go anywhere. He probably wouldn't even grunt at the extra weight.
Jee-Yun had a horse phase. Maybe if they moved the dining table, Tommy would be down for playing horse on the rug. He touched Tommy's sides, and dug his fingers into the dip of his waist, where the imaginary saddle would be. Tommy would make a great horse.
”Don't mind me,” he muttered. ”Just checking out the goods.”
Tommy snorted a little.
”Have you ever been in a fight you didn't win?”
Tommy turned his head, but didn't look him in the face. ”Plenty.”
”You like to lose?” Buck teased. ”Kinky.” He wrapped his arms around Tommy's middle, just for the thrill of it, to feel Tommy take his weight. As expected, Tommy didn't bat an eye. ”You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you?” he said into the back of Tommy's shoulder.
”Probably,” Tommy muttered.
Mindlessly, he kissed Tommy's back, and sat up. It was going to be a little constrictive, but he planned on keeping his clothes on. Hopefully Tommy would feel his clothes and be reminded he was the only naked one.
He tapped Tommy's thigh and pointed. ”Hand them to me?” Tommy grabbed the lube and condoms off the bedside table and handed them back. Buck opened a condom and gave it to Tommy, before stuffing the rest of them into his pocket. ”We're doing this again.” He needed both hands to do it, so Tommy got up on his knees to roll the condom onto himself, before getting down on all fours again.
As much progress as he was making, Buck suspected he'd still be tired after they were done, so if he could keep his sheets somewhat clean, he was going to.
He squirted lube onto his fingers, and stuck the tube down his pants, to heat it up. The lube on his fingers felt a little too cold, so he curled them and used his dry knuckles to find Tommy's taint, while it warmed up a little.
He got a startled exhale out of Tommy, but no sound. They were only starting out, so he wasn't going to reprimand him yet.
Tommy got used to the feeling and began to push back. Buck smiled, as he uncurled his fingers and rubbed his hole. He kept the touch fairly light, easing Tommy into it. Buck was pretty sure Tommy was one of the only things keeping him sane at the moment. He pressed the flat of his hand between Tommy's asscheeks, just to feel the heat of his skin. Feeling a warm body against his own semiregularly, was the only thing keeping him from screaming. As much as he'd improved, stamina was still an issue. More often than not, leaving the house was more hassle than it was worth.
He teased a little at first, but once he applied pressure, he sunk into Tommy's body easily. ”Excited?” he asked. Tommy exhaled, which wasn't much of a response. ”Words, please.”
”Yeah, yes. Yes, I'm excited.”
”Good boy,” Buck grinned.
The back of Tommy's neck was bright red. He opened up beautifully, with barely any effort from Buck. Maybe he practiced at home.
”Think you're ready for me?”
”Uh-huh.”
Buck pushed his sweatpants down his thighs and pulled the lube out. He was out of hands, so he balanced the tube on Tommy's lower back, while he put on a condom. The lube was nice and warm now, so he took a second to enjoy the feeling of his own hand. Being inside Tommy was going to feel much better, but he was never going to get tired of touching himself.
”Remind me.” He tossed the lube to the side. ”What did I ask for?”
”Noises,” Tommy said.
”Correct. I asked for noises. Are you gonna give me that?”
”Uh-huh.” It wasn't very convincing, but maybe it was hard to think with Buck's dick pressing on his hole.
Buck braced a hand on Tommy's hip, and pushed inside slowly. Buck sighed. It felt like Tommy was pulling him inside. He widened his stance a bit. He had to be a little particular about it, to keep the weight off his bad ankle.
He hadn't had sex with other people since the leg thing, and was less than confident with how long he could stay on his knees. He'd tried to kneel on the bed earlier, but he couldn't exactly simulate sex by himself, so he'd given up on trying to time it.
He held on tightly to Tommy's hips, hoping Tommy couldn't tell he was nervous. He tried to thrust, but ended up pulling Tommy into him instead. Based on the punched out little sounds he was making, Tommy didn't mind.
Buck gave it his best and tried to get lost in it, but couldn't. It felt good, but he couldn't get past how unsteady he felt. He leaned down over Tommy's back, and pushed his hands into the mattress, in an attempt to feel more grounded. It was slightly easier to move this way.
He'd only been breathing against Tommy's spine for a few minutes, when Tommy's arms buckled. If it was enough to send Tommy sprawling, he had to be doing something right. Buck leaned down, to press his face into Tommy's skin. ”Good?”
”Uh-huh.”
His back was already protesting, but Buck tried a little harder. Tommy was so broad, he couldn't figure out where to put his hands. If Tommy had been small like a girl, it would've been easier to just move him where he wanted him.
”Sounds, Tommy,” Buck mouthed into the side of his neck. ”Give them to me.”
”Oh, fuck,” he breathed. ”Evan. Evan.”
”There you are. Talk to me. Is it good?”
He keened quietly. ”It's good,” he gasped. ”It's so good.” Buck reached under them, intending to jerk Tommy off, but he'd barely made contact, when Tommy grabbed his hand and held it out of the way. ”No, no, no, no, no. No. No, don't do that. Fuck.”
Tommy could probably feel the grin Buck was trying to smother into his back. Since his dick was off limits, Buck went for a tit instead. The shape was a little different, but it was a good squeeze. Nice size, too.
”You don't wanna come for me?”
Tommy whimpered. ”I do.”
”But not now?” Tommy shook his head. ”Well,” he said conversationally. ”I'm gonna keep going until I come. I'll leave it to you, to figure out what that means for you.”
Tommy was still pushing his hips back to meet him, but he was mostly just panting into the sheets with his eyes closed. Buck took a second to figure out what he himself needed in this moment. His shirt was clinging to his skin, blocking the sensation of skin on skin. He tried to focus on where they were actually touching. Tommy's ass in his lap, the skin of his back against Buck's face, and everything his arms could reach.
He was getting naked next time. The clothed thing wasn't working for him. He hiked up his shirt, to at least feel Tommy against his stomach. He hoped the smell of Tommy's skin would stick in his nose, just as long as the beard burn he'd managed to rub into the top of Tommy's back would. Whoops. He didn't know what to do with his mouth when there was no kissing.
Maybe Tommy wanted to be kissed. He hadn't asked.
His stomach swooped. ”Oh, fuck.” It was Buck's turn to pant. Tommy was clenching like crazy. ”Close?”
Tommy was back to the nonverbal nodding. Buck needed to train that out of him.
Watching Tommy tremble like a leaf, was one of the most heady things Buck could think of off the top of his head. Buck didn't know for sure, but Tommy had to be older than him. Not only that, Tommy was older, bigger, and stronger than Buck, yet he put himself at Buck's mercy. Buck hadn't even earned it. He was putting in the work now, but he hadn't before Tommy kneeled for him for the first time.
”Are you gonna cry about it if I touch your dick?” Tommy's shoulders shook, but he didn't say anything, so Buck stuck his hand under their bodies. The mere suggestion must have been too much for him, because Tommy came before he made contact. ”Words, Tommy.”
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spontaneous BuckTommy kiss prompt for noooooo reason at all 🤭
"Surprised kiss"
of course! <3 ✨ Kiss prompts ✨
Tommy snuck into the kitchen, Evan’s music blaring as he iced cupcakes, his back towards the door. He was singing along tunelessly, one foot tapping as he moved between trays. Tommy watched and waited until he had put his icing bag down before sneaking up behind up, hands on his waist to whirl him around.
Evan opened his mouth in surprise, but before he could say anything, Tommy had covered his mouth with his own, one hand pulling him close as the other reached behind them.
Evan sank into the kiss, the way he always did, and Tommy grinned into the kiss, loving how well he could read Evan now.
“What was that for?” Evan asked when they pulled apart, one hand reaching up almost as a reflex to press his thumb into Tommy’s cleft.
“Nothing. Everything.” Tommy grinned, eyes crinkling. “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Okay,” Evan said, still a little dazed as Tommy let his hand drop, turning and heading back out of the kitchen.
Tommy knew exactly when he looked at the trays again.
“THIEF!” Evan yelled from the kitchen.
Tommy smothered his laugh in the icing of his stolen cupcake.
I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."
Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.
But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.
Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."
Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.
The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.
Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."
They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.
They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.
They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.
They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.
They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.
When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"
Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"
And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."
"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.
"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.
That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.
In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."
And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."
"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."
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howdy, gang. i have been mia for a few days in which time i have been tagged for wip stuff by @corporatebanana, @sierranovembr, @devirnis, @owlgirl495 and @bidisasterevankinard. thank you, loves. tagging you back for next time along with @thecarrott, @capitalnineteen, and @sad-girl-hours23
this is a little bit of another saltommy kinktober fic, with the basic premise of: what if you accidentally had phone sex with your straight friend? lol, and indeed lmao, this is incredibly normal and tommy feels fine about it.
"You know that feeling," Sal says, his voice low and distracting and right in Tommy's ear. "When you just gotta fuck. When it feels like it's been fuckin' years since you got touched the right way."
"Uh-huh," Tommy says, his throat dry. He does know that feeling. Kind of. He's not sure if the hasty no-eye-contact handies he exchanged with Alvarez in basic, or the time he got wasted and blew a guy extremely poorly in a club bathroom about five years ago counts as in the right way, but he does, theoretically, know that feeling.
"Wait," Sal says, suddenly sounding a lot more awake, and Tommy's stomach swoops in dread because he knows that tone. Sal might be in his phone as Dumbass #1, but the sneaky little fucker is dangerously insightful and observant when he wants to be. "Kinard, are you watching porn?"
"Not…right now," Tommy says.
Sal laughs like it's the best thing ever. "And there's you making me feel like I'm the only sad sack, horny bastard on this call."
"Man, shut up," Tommy grumbles, annoyingly aware that his dick has not flagged at all.
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