Somebody Call 9-1-1

Within a week of the wedding, Evan is begging Tommy to fuck him. No exaggeration: begging. Mewls and whines of please Tommy please I wanna feel you I want you inside of me please I know you’ll make it so good in between wet kisses while Tommy covers Evan's body with his own.

And Tommy is only human. He’s trying to go slow, trying to be respectful because he really likes Evan, okay? Not just his body: he likes Evan. But when Evan digs his hands into Tommy's back and pouts his plush pink lips and lets his blue eyes go wide and earnest, Tommy has no choice but to give in to what they clearly both want.

And god, does he want. He wants Evan with a ferocity he hasn’t felt since he first came out, when everything was new and liberating and even the smallest touch was so goddamn good. He wants Evan so bad he can feel it in his teeth.

Jesus, okay. Fine. If Evan doesn’t think it’s too much too soon—if he’s writhing naked under Tommy’s body; spreading his legs wide and pleading for Tommy to give it to him—well, Evan is a grown man. Tommy is gonna take him at his word that he’s ready for this.

Still, he wants to be respectful. He’ll fuck him, but he’s going to be gentle about it. This is Evan’s first time. He wants to make sure Evan knows that Tommy wants him for more than a quick fuck. He wants Evan to feel good. He wants Evan to come back for seconds.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you,” Tommy says.

Evan moans in delight and surges up for a kiss. Tommy indulges him for a moment, lets Evan kiss him tongue-first and filthy, won’t deny that it gets him so hot he starts to sweat a little, but then he pulls back.

“Settle down, sweet boy,” Tommy hears himself say. “We need to talk a little first.”

He’s never called anyone that before, but it felt so right that he can’t even be embarrassed. Especially when it makes Evan moan and wrap his legs around Tommy’s body to pull their hips flush together.

Their dicks press against each other and Evan starts leaking enough that Tommy thinks maybe Evan would want to just do this; slow down and grind together until they both come. It’s been one of Tommy’s favorite things since he first discovered it a decade ago, the first time he let a man into his bed instead of getting fucked in a bar bathroom or someone’s car.

“Okay,” Evan says into his mouth. “Let’s talk. Whatever you need.”

No, Tommy thinks, whatever you need. This is so you’re comfortable. This is so you’re prepared for what’s about to happen, because it’s very different on the receiving end, and this hole doesn’t work like the one you’re used to.

But what he says is, “Have you ever done anal before?”

Evan smiles, slow and dirty. “Oh yeah. I’ve had a few girlfriends who were into it.”

“Oh,” Tommy says, relieved. He’s not a total novice. He’ll know there needs to be lube involved, lots of stretching. “That’s good. You have some experience at least.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, that was never part of my problem coming to terms with liking guys,” Evan says like he’s the one reassuring Tommy. And then, “The first time a girl brought out a strap-on I wasn’t sure, but I’m so glad I tried it. Maybe that should’ve been a hint that I like guys too? But plenty of straight men like getting fucked by women so maybe it’s unrelated.”

Evan is babbling a little, so Tommy starts licking along his jaw to distract him while he processes what the fuck Evan just said.

Because that is not what Tommy meant when he asked if Evan had done anal before. He’d thought maybe one of Evan’s more adventurous girlfriends had asked him to fuck her ass. Maybe a hookup who knew Evan would be gentle about it. He’d never even considered the possibility that Evan had ever had anything more than a stray finger up his own ass. In Tommy’s experience, most straight guys hadn’t.

Evan has been fucked before. This isn’t new to him. He’d never kissed a guy before Tommy, never been on a date with one, but he’s been fucked. More than once, from the sound of it.

And oh god, that makes Evan's behavior make so much more sense. He's not overeager; diving head-first into something he's never done before. He's experienced. He knows exactly what he's asking for because he's had it before.

Tommy is never underestimating Evan again. He's done making assumptions. Evan is a wonder.

It hits Tommy just how different their journeys with sexuality have been. Tommy would never have been brave enough to ask a woman to fuck him; never would have been secure enough in himself to say yes if she'd offered it. He would have been terrified of what it meant if he'd liked it. He would have known, deep down, exactly why he would have.

But Evan is so open, so willing to try anything he thinks might feel good, no matter what it means about himself. He doesn't deny himself pleasure if no one is getting hurt. It took Tommy so, so long to get anywhere close to that same point. Evan comes by it naturally.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, really. But it is.

“You liked it?” Tommy asks, just to be absolutely clear.

“Tommy,” Evan says emphatically. “I love getting fucked.”

“God, you’re a fucking dream,” Tommy says, biting a mark into Evan’s neck.

“Are we good?” Evan squirms. “Are we done talking? Can I have your dick now?”

Tommy laughs a little into Evan’s skin. “Yeah, baby, we’re good. You can have anything you want.”

And Tommy finds that he really, really means it.

Within minutes, he’s got Evan gasping and moaning and fucking back onto his fingers like a pro. Because he is. Because he’s done this before and he fucking loves it. He knows what he likes and what he needs. He tells Tommy where to crook his fingers and when he’s ready for another one.

Tommy isn’t going to be able to give this up easily; won’t be able to give Evan up easily. The way Evan’s voice breaks when Tommy brushes his prostate sinks into Tommy’s bones.

The way Evan sighs and smiles, jesus, when Tommy gets his dick inside of him is almost more than Tommy can handle. He has to take a second to pull himself back from the edge just from looking at Evan’s glassy-eyed expression, nevermind the perfect feeling of his hole squeezing around Tommy’s dick like it was made for him.

Tommy groans and buries his face in Evan’s neck. He wasn’t prepared for this tonight. He’s spent weeks telling himself to manage his expectations; that this was all new to Evan so even when they got here—if they got here—it would be slow-going. Maybe he wouldn’t even make it all the way inside the first time, and that would be fine. He’d go as slow as Evan needed him to.

What he wasn’t prepared for was Evan shifting his hips up, adjusting the angle and fucking himself on Tommy’s dick when Tommy didn’t start thrusting quickly enough for his liking. He wasn’t prepared for the full-body shudder that runs through Evan when he manages to find his own prostate with Tommy’s dick.

“Tommy,” Evan moans. His skin is flushed and his lips are kiss-swollen and Tommy wants to devour him. He can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have his name in this beautiful man’s mouth. “You can move, please- please fuck me. Feels so good already.”

Tommy’s barely hanging on, barely keeping up, but he shakes himself off and switches gears. Evan wants to get fucked? Tommy can do that. Tommy will give him anything. As hot as it is to have Evan wriggling against him like he’s a very heavy dildo (and isn’t that something to play with later?), Tommy wants to show Evan a good time.

Tommy pulls his face out of Evan’s neck and sits back on his knees. He’d been planning on staying close to Evan to monitor for any signs of discomfort, to kiss his neck and chest and lips so that Evan felt precious and loved. But that’s not what Evan’s body is asking of him right now.

Hands spread wide from Evan’s hips back to his ass to really get a grip on him, Tommy starts thrusting hard and fast. Evan is smiling again, moaning little fucked out ah ah ahs that threaten to send Tommy into a tailspin. Fuck, this is not what he thought their first time would be like, but it’s so fucking hot.

But even now, even after every revelation he’s had tonight, Evan continues to surprise him.

“Wanna ride you,” Evan says, pushing on Tommy’s hips with his legs until Tommy pulls out and flips them.

Evan settles himself on Tommy’s hips and takes Tommy’s dick in his hand. He sinks back down onto it and fuck, he’s smiling again; eyes closed, lips parted, looking content beyond belief.

He starts really moving on top of Tommy. Evan’s thighs are strong and powerful as he lifts himself up and drops himself down. His whole body is strong; thick muscle fueled by a soft layer of fat that Tommy can’t help but dig his fingers into. This man is huge. He’s dedicated. His hands come down to rest over Tommy’s as if to encourage him to dig in deeper; to leave hand-shaped bruises on his hips. Tommy squeezes and Evan moans.

God, and the noises he makes; deep groans and long, lingering moans that echo through the loft. Tommy manages to get a few whines out of him with some well-placed thrusts. Evan is so open with everything else; it tracks that he’d make it known just how much he’s enjoying himself.

It’s so good. It’s all so good. Evan looks incredible and he knows what he’s doing. He wasn’t lying when he said he loved getting fucked: he looked blissed-out and determined. He looks like once isn’t going to be enough for him tonight, and he looks like he knows exactly what it feels like to get fucked twice in one night. Maybe more.

It’s heady. This is far from Evan's first time, but the thought that Tommy is the first to get a real dick into him is beyond intoxicating. Suddenly he’s close: very close. But he needs to watch Evan fall apart first.

He wraps his hand around Evan’s dick where it’s been bouncing against his stomach—untouched, weeping, dripping between them. Evan moans and his hips stutter, trying to find a new rhythm that allows him to fuck back onto Tommy’s dick and forward into his hand at the same time.

“Gonna come for me, sweet boy?” Tommy asks, voice low and encouraging. “Gonna show me how pretty you look coming on my cock?”

That’s all it takes. Evan throws his head back, his hips locking down as he squeezes around Tommy’s dick and comes hot and wet into his hand. For as vocal as Evan has been this whole time, he's completely silent when he comes: for a few seconds, he doesn't even breathe.

Evan looks perfect as he shudders through it. Perfect. He looks like he was made for this. His mouth is open as he gasps for breath and his muscles are flexing under his skin as he circles his hips a last few times. He’s just about glowing with exertion.

Tommy doesn’t know how he got this lucky, but he’s going to hold onto Evan with both hands for as long as he’ll let him.

It’s not a choice for Tommy to follow. He’s been on the edge since he first got inside of Evan, and the feeling of that perfect hole tightening around him has him groaning and coming harder than he has in decades.

He’s still seeing stars when Evan collapses on top of him. Tommy’s arms come up to hold him close; petting across his skin and accidentally smearing Evan’s own cum across his back.

“Fuck,” Tommy says.

It’s Evan’s turn to hide his face in Tommy’s neck. “Was that okay?” He asks, still panting. His breath is hot on Tommy’s neck.

Tommy wants to laugh. He wants to cry. Was that okay? God, the kid has no idea. No idea how good he is. No idea how earth-shatteringly hot that was. Tommy will have to work on that self-confidence. He’s gonna show Evan exactly how incredible he is. He’s gonna make him believe it.

“That was amazing,” Tommy says. “That was… fuck, it’s been years since I’ve had anything that good.”

Tommy can feel Evan’s smile where his mouth is pressed into Tommy’s neck. “Yeah?” He asks, almost shyly.

He fucked himself beautifully on Tommy’s dick and now he’s shy asking if it was up to Tommy’s standards?

“You were so good, sweet boy,” Tommy purrs.

Evan groans into Tommy’s neck and shifts his hips like he’s gearing up for round two already.

“I really like that,” Evan says.

“Which part?” Tommy asks.

“Both. All of it, fuck,” Evan mouths aimlessly at Tommy's neck. "You. I really like you."

He's slowly humping Tommy’s body, his dick twitching against Tommy’s own, but Tommy isn’t nearly young enough to be ready again yet. Neither is Evan, honestly, which makes this that much more interesting. He’s chasing pleasure that he knows isn’t going to get him anywhere, just to feel it.

If this was their first time—if this is Evan when he’s still a little shy, still in the dark about just how much Tommy wants him—Tommy knows he’s gonna have a hell of a time keeping up with him once they really get going.

Tommy is giddy at the prospect. He can’t fucking wait.

And sweet adorable Evan somehow completely missed it. He just beamed at Eddie before engulfing him in the kind of hug that just makes you want to melt. In Evan's arms, you know you are safe with him. It is like hugging the sun full of warmth and love.  Tommy couldn't understand how such loving and caring souls like Evan and Maddie could possibly have the cold unfeeling parents they did.

"Thanks." Tommy smiled at Christopher who looked truly upset for him. It was nice, Christopher is a great kid, sorry teen, who has the same air of possessiveness that his dad does when it comes to Evan. Eddie and Evan had run to pick up some takeout for all four of them while it was up to Tommy and Christopher to pick the movies to watch. Tommy didn't even bother to fight and just let Christopher go ahead and make the movie selection.

"I like you, Tommy. I really do out of everyone my dad and Buck have dated. You are the best." A frown appeared on Christopher's face, "I don't know if that is a good thing or bad thing since it appears like they both made some bad dating decisions. Ana and Marisol were okay but my dad dated them because they were the kind of women my grandparents would approve of and then stayed with them because he thought I loved them and he didn't want me to lose anyone else I cared about." A heavy sigh escaped Christopher, "Which is nice of him but I want my dad happy and no one makes him happy like Buck. But being with Buck will make you sad and like I said Tommy, I really like you it's just..." The teen trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

A small knowing smile made its way onto Tommy's face, "It's just that they are soulmates and meant to be. Buck told me about this call they had about this elderly couple who went together only minutes apart because they only wanted to go together and the words the one man said to him have stuck with him. You don't find love, son, you make it." Tommy met Christopher's eyes and he saw how they widened full of knowledge and understanding. "That is what your dad, Evan, and you have made a love that can never be broken. Eddie and Evan are soulmates and as much as I care about Evan I can't stand in the way of that. We just need to figure out a way to make those two realize what they have. Both of them have been searching for so long for something that is right in front of them, that they have spent six years creating."

Wrapping his arms around Tommy Christopher gave him a hug, "They are just ridiculous at this point. They could be married and have given me a sibling and a dog by this point."

"Hey guys."

During their talk, neither Christopher nor Tommy had noticed when Eddie and Buck had returned.

Buck was the one who had spoken as he looked between Christopher and his not-quite boyfriend, Eddie was at his side just staring at the two of them.

"Put the food down before you drop it and then we can talk," Christopher ordered, his stomach rumbling, he was a growing boy and he needed food.

Eddie quickly put his bag of food down and then collapsed into his chair as he looked at his son and friend, before daring to look at Buck who to his surprise had a delightful pink dust on his cheeks. This had him perking up and unable to keep his eyes off of Buck who seemed to sense Eddie's eyes on him and hurried to the kitchen to dish up the food. He completely ignored Christopher's gestures that he should follow Buck. "I think Tommy should talk to Buck first."

"Your dad has a point." Tommy climbed to his feet, picked up the second bag of food and followed Buck into the kitchen.

Shifting in his seat Christopher stared at his dad, "Alright, then we will talk. I know you love Buck. I know that you questioned yourself when you encouraged Buck to call Tommy up and date him because you wanted it to be you. Dad, I know my grandparents have always said that you needed to give me a mom but I don't need a mom, I have you and Buck. I know that Buck makes you happier than anyone has, even more than Mom and I am tired of watching you push what makes you happy aside because you are afraid."

"When did you get so wise?" Eddie asked as he climbed to his feet and took a seat next to his son.

Christopher grinned at him, "From Bisabuela."

Eddie's lips twitched up into a smile, "Yeah, she said the same thing about Buck. She calls him my North Star, the one always guiding me to where I should be. Always there to pull me out of the darkness. He has been the one to save me when I needed saving. I never want you to doubt that I didn't love your mom, I did very much. But near the end, we weren't happy, we were trying to force something that wasn't any longer there. I think we were better off as friends and co-parents to you. Because you are the most precious thing in my life. So I need to know that you would truly be okay with me dating Buck."

"Dad, I have been planning your and Buck's wedding for years! All my classmates think Buck is my other father. The only ones not seeing what has been there for the past six years are the two of you. So yes I am more than okay for you to marry my Buck."

Eddie felt his eyebrow shoot up, "I said dating nothing about marriage."

Christopher gave his dad a deadpan look, "Dad, I give you and Buck till the end of your talk, the end of the week if I am feeling generous before you are engaged."

+******+

"Evan." Tommy's voice was soft and Buck felt more tears filling his eyes, he couldn't face Tommy not yet, so he focused on getting the food sorted.

A strong hand wrapped around his wrist and slowly he found himself turned around to face Tommy. "I..." He didn't know what to say.

"It's okay Evan. I know that Eddie is your heart. You love him as easy as it is breathing." Tommy's eyes were soft.

"I do like you and the last thing I want to do is hurt you." Tommy helped him to accept and be proud of who he truly is. He is special to him, he just isn't Eddie.

"And I am not hurt Evan, I saw from the start how connected you and Eddie are, neither of you is whole without the other. I am lucky to have both of you in my life and to have played such a big role in helping you to embrace this new part of yourself." Tommy gently stroked Buck's cheek. "You are special to me Evan Buckley, and maybe in another lifetime we might have been something more but in this time and place you and Eddie are meant to be." Pressing a gentle kiss on Buck's cheek Tommy pulled back. "I am still your friend Evan, and I am still Eddie's, someone has to kick his ass in Maui Thai and MMA."

Buck let out a startled laugh at that. "He says he is the one kicking your ass."

Chuckling Tommy shook his head, "Well I guess next time we spar you will just have to be there to judge. Now I am taking some of this out there for me and Christopher to enjoy and sending Eddie in here." Grabbing two plates Tommy grabbed two containers and made his way out of the kitchen.  

Buck could feel his heart beating loudly in his ears.

"Buck."

"Eddie."

"I love you."

Both stared at one another adjusting to what they just heard and admitted.

Moving Eddie stepped further into his kitchen and it didn't escape his attention that they always seemed to have important conversations in one or the other's kitchens. He took Buck's hands in his and tugged the other man closer until they were pressed up against one another. Wrapping one arm around Buck's waist Eddie put his other hand up where he let his thumb trace across Buck's lower lip. "I love you, Evan Buckley. For so long I have had my parents, especially my mother's, voice in my head telling me not to drag Christopher down with me, that I need to find him a mother. All I wanted for so long was for them to love me. Then you came into my life, you helped me in ways no one could. You never saw me as a failure, all your offers of help came from a place of love and you will never know how much that means to me. I loved Shannon but in the end, she was right, we were trying to keep something alive that we both know was over years ago. Already my heart had begun to move on to you. I tried with Ana and Marisol because they were the kind of women my parents would love and I thought Christopher liked them. But they never made me happy, they never saw me. They weren't you." Slowly Eddie brushed his knuckles across Buck's cheek. "You are my North Star Evan, always guiding me out of the darkness. I love you, Buck. I only love two people with all my whole heart Christopher and you."

"You are my Sun." Buck's voice was soft. "Everyone thinks that Abby was my great love and while I did love her, she helped me to see that I could do a relationship but in the end, she left me. You and Christopher have never left me. You are my sun, filling me with warmth and love. I look at you and I see nothing but light. You are my light. Everyone has left me, even Maddie, and she came back but at the time I saw it as her choosing Doug over me. All my life I have just wanted someone to choose me and you did. I love you Eddie, and I love the little family we have created with Christopher."

When Tommy kissed him it freed him and let Buck admit that he liked it, he liked being kissed by guys as well as women. But it was nothing compared to being kissed by Eddie, it was like being kissed by the moon itself drawing him like the moon draws the stars to it. For the first time in his life, Buck felt like he was complete.

Kissing Buck was like kissing the sun, never before had he felt so warm. Some days he could still feel the chill of the well but this kiss chased away any lingering chill. Eddie wanted nothing more than to devour him, to lay Buck out on his bed and trace every inch of him, to learn all the sounds he makes and all the spots that make him beg for more. "I want nothing more than to take you to bed and take you apart," Eddie whispered against his lips.

Buck shuddered, "I want nothing more but we have your son and my ex-something out in the living room waiting for us. You will have to do with holding my hand until tomorrow when Christopher is out with his friends and Tommy has gone home." Buck honestly wasn't sure he could wait that long.

"If I am holding anything it is you in my lap," Eddie informed Buck. "I think we should get married."

Buck stared at Eddie, "We haven't gone on one date yet. I mean I know you are it for me but shouldn't we have one date first."

"You're it for me as well. And we have been dating for almost six years, like Christopher pointed out we should be married and give him a sibling." Eddie pointed out.

"Don't forget a dog." Buck pointed out.

"Well, we will work on a sibling first then possibly a pet. Our son has our wedding all planned so we can't disappoint him." Eddie's voice dropped into a husky growl, "Plus I can't wait to call you husband."

Buck shuddered. "Buck Diaz, I love the sound of it. So yes Eddie Diaz, I will marry you."

Growling Eddie kissed Buck again, thrilled that he could do that and that he would soon be his husband.

With a few more heated kisses and a promise from Buck that he would sit on Eddie's lap the two of them finally joined Tommy and Christopher where Christopher held out his hand and with a sigh, Tommy placed a twenty dollar bill in his hand.

"Thanks, Dad and Pop for making me twenty dollars richer." Christopher grinned at them, not noticing how Buck tear up when he called him pop.

"You're welcome." Eddie rolled his eyes at his son before taking a seat next to him and raised an eyebrow at Buck, "Well, come on and sit."

Buck felt his cheeks heating up. He took a seat on Eddie's lap, his whole body heating up as Eddie wrapped a free arm around his waist.

Tommy and Christopher both rolled their eyes at the sickening sight of the two men, neither Buck nor Eddie noticed they were too busy with one another.

+******+

Somehow Eddie managed to keep his hands mostly to himself, even though it was a challenge as he and Christopher talked Buck into staying over the night and instead of Buck sleeping on the couch he was sleeping in his bed with him, to see Christopher off with his friends.

The door was barely closed behind them before Eddie had Buck pinned to it and devouring the other man as if he was drowning and the only thing keeping him afloat was Buck. Growling he tugged at Buck's clothing wanting to be able to feel Buck's bare skin.

"Bed." Buck moaned, he was tugging at Eddie's shirt.

"Here is fine." Eddie nipped at Buck's jaw, he wasn't waiting to get to a bed to take Buck apart.

"Our first time shouldn't be against the door. But in our bed." Buck purred back.

Pulling back Eddie all but dragged Buck to his no their bed where he kicked the door shut, he lifted Buck over his shoulder and carried him to the bed. The sight of Buck laid out on their bed had something primal within Eddie unleashed and he knew that Buck wouldn't be leaving this room without his marks on him.

+******+

It turned out Christopher wasn't the only one who had the Buddie wedding planned out. Bobby had one as well, one that looked too much like Christopher's that had more than a few eyebrows raised.

"What can't my grandson and I have a hobby?" Bobby asked before he was tackled by Buck in a tight hug and Bobby happily returned.

May and Linda of all people made a pretty penny on all the bets that had been made over the years for the Buddie bets.

Refusing to have a long engagement because as nice as calling each other fiancé was they both wanted to be husbands, thanks to Bobby and Christopher's wedding planning and clipboard Buck, who Eddie found extremely hot and made sure Buck knew how much it turned him on, the wedding which was taking place in the backyard of the Grant-Nash was put together in a month.

Buck and Eddie chose to wear their poker night suits, which looking back should have been a big clue that they were dating, the biggest was the sexual tension that night in Eddie's kitchen when Buck asked him if he wanted to go for the title.

Jee was adorable as their flower girl, Christopher stood with pride as Eddie's best man, and Hen was Buck's best woman as Maddie walked her brother down the aisle. Bobby stood with complete pride as he ordained over their wedding.

Their first kiss as husband and husband was the start of the newest and greatest chapter of their lives.

And after a week off for their honeymoon Buck came in sporting a few bruises that were just a little bit too high for his shirt collar and a smug Eddie walking behind him.

Two years later Christopher got his wish for a sibling in an adorable little sister Diana, from Buck's ex-girlfriend Natalia who hadn't informed Buck she was pregnant until the day she gave birth to the little girl she didn't want and gave full custody over to Buck and Eddie.

A dog was a little harder of a sell but even Eddie was no match for the power of Buck, Christopher, and Diana's pleading eyes and pouts. Thus they ended up with an adorable pit bull who Eddie fell in love with and glared at anyone who stated that pit bulls were dangerous.

Wrapping his arms around Buck Eddie pressed a kiss against his husband's cheek, the ocean crashed about as they watched Christopher help Diana build a sandcastle. "Are you happy?" Eddie asked.

"Always and happier each day I have with you." Buck turned to press a kiss against Eddie's cheek.

"Sap."

"You're sap and you wouldn't change a thing about it."