Sazzy! Buck/Tommy fluff with maybe a dash of ๐ฅ on the occasion of S9 finale day? ๐
This idea hasn't left my head since I saw this ask, and now I finally get to write it! I hope you'll enjoy this delicious, sweet, fluffy 1.2 k getting-back-together fic with a bit of heat ๐ฅ
The set-up wasn't as fancy or much of a buffet like the way Tommy had done it plenty of times, but it was there. Plates full of breakfast, ready to be feasted on on the table and Buck felt giddy about it. Had since he had woken up in the comfortable warmth of Tommy's arms in his bed for the first time in way over a year.
This time, it came without the uncertainty. Without the hesitation or questions on what this was. It was now established. They were doing this again, and for the first time in a very long time, Buck felt whole again. Like the missing piece of the puzzle had been found and nestled into its right spot and with the intention of staying there. "Why be apart when we can be together?" Tommy had declared that previous night, mirroring Buck's own words back at him with so much clarity and sincerity after weeks of reconnecting and days of talking and finally hours of hard conversations that had led them to the same conclusion: They both wanted this. It hadn't been smooth. There had been tears. Frustrations being aired out about how they wronged each other, guilt about how they had hurt each other, shame over not reaching out. Fear of things repeating itself and causing further resentment.
No one had left this time. There had been an air of stubbornness between them, relentlessly planting them on the spot because they both knew that if this was going to work, they both needed to be willing to put the work into it. It meant setting necessary boundaries. More communication, knowing what to prioritize. Actually getting to know each other and allowing each other to see their flaws. Once the pressure had been off their shoulders, they talked about their feelings. Their wants and needs and expectations. Tommy wanted to feel wanted and Buck wanted someone to stay.
The sex that had followed had been the most fantastic sex he had ever experienced. It had been different. Them pouring their feelings into each kiss and every touch. It hadn't just been desire consuming them. It was them merging into something old and new and something precious.
Tommy had been in deep sleep when Buck woke up, and now, about half an hour later, Buck could hear the soft padding of feet approaching the kitchen where he stood leaning against the counter. Tommy appeared by the door, and Buck immediately took in the view of his beautiful man. His hair was so wonderfully tousled as a result of Buck's enthusiastic hands followed by hours of much needed sleep, and as his gaze slid down, all he could do was to appreciate the man's bare chest and resist the urge to tug on the hair on his chest. The sweatpants Tommy was wearing was hanging low over his hips, and it was pretty evident that he had put them on haphazardly over nothing if the outline of his morning erection was of any indication (it was).
But it was the way Tommy was looking at Buck that captivated him the most. The way his eyes lit up when looking at Buck and his sleepy smile turned into something softer. As if he knew this wasn't just a dream, but something he could now have. Because that's exactly what Buck felt in that moment.
There was so much love and adoration in the midst of the heat of the way Tommy was looking at him, and he felt it searing through his entire being as Tommy wordlessly approached him and the good morning died on his lips, because Tommy's hands were suddenly on Buck's hips, backing him until his back hit the back of the counter and Tommy's lips devoured his own. A low, happy groan escaped from the depth of Buck's throat. The room grew hotter, somehow as he felt the outline of Tommy's erection pressing up against him so deliciously, and with a swift movement, he was being hoisted up onto the counter and he had a hot pilot standing between his legs.
Buck had never been so in love before. He was smiling with every kiss that came, and he could feel Tommy's mouth grinning against him as well, and it felt like a dream. He wound his arms around his man. Urging him to get closer so that he could feel all of Tommy on him. The heat radiating from his bare chest through the fabric of Buck's tank top wasn't enough, and Tommy somehow knew that and tugged it off of him and tossed the offending piece of clothing off to somewhere across the room as Buck's hands played and tugged with Tommy's hair.
The kisses slowed down. Buck let out a pathetic whine and Tommy grinned and kissed him again and again, one kiss slower than the other, and then pressed his forehead against his.
"Good morning," he panted.
"I made breakfast," Buck breathed out unnecessarily and he felt Tommy's laugh puff against his lips.
Buck tugged him back for another kiss, and Tommy didn't hesitate to respond in kind with the way his hands moved to Buck's ass to pull him flush against him and fuck, grind up against him. Buck, in turn, let his own hand wonder to the delicious outline of Tommy's cock to palm him firmly on top of the fabric and he marveled in the way Tommy moaned hotly against his lips before the lips moved to Buck's neck. Buck made a move to slide Tommy's pants down when he felt it.
His pocket was vibrating, and with the way Tommy's hands stilled over Buck's thighs, he could tell that he felt it too.
Buck sighed softly and Tommy withdrew his lips from Buck's neck and let his head rest against his shoulder. "You should probably get that."
Buck wrinkled his nose. The old Buck probably would have taken the call by now. Would have left Tommy hanging and Tommy would have let him because he was so nice and so wonderful and understanding and everything Buck loved about him.
He fished his phone out from his pocket and he felt Tommy back away and trapped him between his legs before he had the chance to go anywhere. Buck didn't bother looking at the screen, but muted his phone and slid the device far away over the counter and away from them, earning himself a questioning eyebrow from Tommy.
"That could have been important." He remained unmoved. Trapped where he was bracketed between Buck's legs, and Buck used them to tug him back to his place, flush against him lifted his hands to cradle his face lovingly.
He kissed him. Slowly. Softly. No heat. Just pure love.
Tommy's face did something unreadable and Buck let him process his words for a moment, and then, in the next moment, he was being hoisted up again. This time up and over Tommy's shoulder, and he realized that he was carrying firefighter style. Laughter bubbled in his chest.
Tommy gave his ass a good pat. "You think you can say something like that and not expect me to take you back to bed?"
"What about breakfast?" He asked delightfully, as if that was his main concern. It wasn't.
"There will be many more to come."
