Kinash Weekend

“‘M fine kid,” Bobby mutters, squeezing back briefly before ending the hug. “I gotta get back downstairs.”

“I'm getting Howie a drink, come with me,” Tommy says, desperate not to let the other man out of his sight. He grabs Bobby's wrist and tugs him down the hall, not giving him a chance to respond.

He loads them up with decaf coffee (none of them need the caffeine now but Tommy knows from experience the warmth is helpful) and shoves the pockets of his hoodie full with the best snacks from the vending machine. Bobby takes the coffees without comment, letting Tommy lead him back to the elevator.

Hen’s sitting next to Howie when they get back, another firefighter on her other side. Tommy sits Bobby down next to Howie, hands out the coffees and snacks, squeezes Hen’s hand tightly before giving her her coffee. When his hands and pockets are empty, he takes the empty seat next to Bobby, ignoring the way their elbows and knees touch.

He regrets that he didn't say hi to them at the bar. That he hadn't called Howie back after the water drop success. That in his effort to find himself he'd pushed them away. He could have lost this, so easily.

He doesn't notice his leg is bouncing until Bobby puts his hand on it, gives his knee a gentle squeeze to stop it. Tommy glances at his former captain. Bobby meets his gaze, lets his hand drop when Tommy stops moving. Tommy takes a breath, fights the urge to link their fingers together, to run his thumb across Bobby's pulse point and reaffirm to himself that Bobby's alive.

They wait, silently, for news of Buck. The 118 shift around the seats as people come and go. Tommy makes sure he can always see Bobby. He doesn't miss when Sergeant Grant arrives, how they move to sit together, their fingers linked, her thumb rubbing across the inside of his wrist.

He ends up between Hen and Howie, both of them using his shoulders to lean on. He finds out Howie is dating Buck’s sister, Maddie. He learns Eddie’s name.

He sees the relief on all their faces, but especially Bobby's, when they find out Buck made it through surgery. He thinks it's probably time for him to leave now — he was here for his team, and now his team is okay. And they're not really his team anymore. Friends, maybe, hopefully. But not his team.

Hen catches him for a hug before he can sneak out, and Howie folds himself into it too. Bobby catches his eye above the heads of the others, nods in thanks before Tommy steps out of the hospital doors.

Tommy rolls over so he's flat on his stomach—if he weren't horizontal, he'd be getting dizzy from all the position changes—and his hands land on the headboard to keep it from waking up the whole apartment building. "Please don't stop!"

"Not planning on it, baby," Bobby says, getting breathless but rolling on a momentum. His right hand settles at Tommy's nape, teasing a light tug at the damp curls, while his left hand keeps Tommy's ass spread open. Tommy's in heaven with his face plastered in the soft pillow that smells like Bobby's aftershave. "You're being so good for me." Tommy's entire body ripples with every stroke, though his moans don't follow Bobby's beat and it's quite impressive that he manages to form complete sentences. Well, more than two babbled words together.

"On-only for you, daddy."

"Oh, really?" Bobby's laugh is devilish. "Then why did I see Evan walk into work this week with a limp and very swollen, red lips?" Bobby's hand glides towards Tommy's mouth, keeping any reply from escaping his lips. "Little Evan's got you whipped?" Tommy's a whimpering mess.

He remembers that morning very well. Evan had called him the night before saying his Jeep had broken down so he agreed to pick him up the next day. A knock on the door ended up with Tommy folding him over the arm of the couch. Bobby knew they had gotten together before that, given he had received countless photos of Evan's pretty eyes watering from choking on Tommy's dick. But Tommy didn't always mention when they had those spontaneous moments.

"It's, it's not the same, I…" Tommy's stomach suddenly feels sick with shame. "He-he's good to me, fuck. But I'm all yours. Just you, please."

"Promise me one thing though, that—" Bobby begins, and like Beetlejuice, Tommy's phone starts ringing with Evan's peppy smile on the screen. Bobby groans but Tommy knows it's just for show. At least he thinks it is... "Of course you have a contact photo for him." Bobby reaches for the phone on the nightstand and answers the call, wishing it was a Facetime call.

"H-hey, Tommy?" He says when the call connects but no one greets him. "Is this a bad time, I just—"

"I'm afraid Tommy's busy right now, Evan," Bobby cuts off. He tried his best to steady his breaths but failed miserably. There's another short silence, in which Tommy promises himself to start muting his phone when he's off duty. Bobby slows his thrusts down to a dangerous rhythm for Tommy's sanity. After another breath, Bobby asks, "Can I help you?"

"Oh, hey Cap! So um—" Evan blabbers about how his Jeep needs whichever piece changed and how his neighbor agreed to lend him their car and he's so endearing in the way he talks that Bobby forgets he should be annoyed that their intimate session got hijacked. Although the look on Tommy's face every time the tip of his dick comes close to slowly pulling out of his already spasming asshole is worth the trouble.

With another dark chuckle, Bobby turns Tommy so he's on his back again. Their gazes meet in an unspoken challenge and Tommy hates how quickly he folds and nods for Bobby to proceed. Then his ankles are above his head, Bobby's got one hand on his throat and the other stroking him. "Fuck, please," Tommy whispers against his calf. Bobby bends forward to kiss him and whisper soft praises against his lips.

"—and also, do you think I could borrow the—"

"E-Evan?" Tommy interrupts this time, wishing for this to be over, and hoping the high-pitched way he said Evan's name didn't come through (albeit it wouldn't be the first time he'd heard it). Tommy would have a conversation with both of them about this situation once his ass is dick-free and his brain isn't fucked out of his skull, but for now he just wants to end this nightmare. "Can I call you ba-ah-ack?" Bobby secures Tommy's arms above his head when he goes for the phone. Precum overflows in Tommy's navel with how helplessly turned on he is.

"Tell me, Evan." Tommy's eyes widen, pleading Bobby to hang up. "Do you have a minute for a quick video call?" Fuck. Tommy's eyes roll back and Bobby chuckles when a very hyper yes chimes from the phone. Bobby holds up the phone and waits for Evan to call back.

"I'm gonna kill you," Tommy whispers, face hidden behind his knee.

As soon as the call connects, Evan's face drops when he noticed how sweaty and pent up Bobby looks through the camera. "Are you okay? Wait, you guys went to the gym without me?"

"Not exactly, kid." Bobby switches to the front camera and pans it down with added suspense, stopping momentarily on Tommy's own sweaty face, and then gives Evan an exclusive view of the money shot.

"Shit." It escapes Evan's lips so softly. "I'm, uh. I didn't know. Are you sure, um…"

"Yes. You're going to watch Tommy be on the other end of things for once and you're going to tell me after if he fucks you just as good."

Tommy wipes his hair off his forehead as he sits straighter on the bed. He's struggling to hold the phone with his muscles still coming down from the breathtaking orgasm. Evan's also cleaning himself off, having succumbed to the temptation of the moment. When he's sat on the couch and a little more focused, Tommy breaks the silence, "What did you think I meant when I said I was taken care of, Evan?" Evan turns red when realization hits.

"I though you might have a girlfriend, I don't know." Tommy remembers being there, twenty something and thinking that every man who offered him sexual advances were just closeted gays or curious. He hates that he couldn't convey his interest to a point where Evan understood he was really into this. Into him!

"You're cute. But no. Bobby and I have been kind of exclusive for, maybe eight years now. We started the same way you and I did." Evan visibly relaxes and Tommy smiles along with him. Bobby walks back into the room with a warm towel and a bottle of Gatorade. He sits next to Tommy and leans so he's also visible.

"S-so like. Tommy's my daddy, and you're my daddy's daddy?" Evan asks Bobby, keeping him on his toes. Everyone laughs.

"Something like that, kid."

There's a quiet beat after that. "Can, um. Maybe one time can it be you who fucks me?" Tommy's almost, almost, getting hard when Evan pulls his signature pouty look, his blue eyes peaking through his lashes and his bottom lip sucked into his mouth.

"And I thought the job would be taking me out." Bobby jokes.

"Well, I'm serious. 'Cause that was, wow," Evan argues. Little does he know he'd be getting anything he asked for from either of them. "I mean, I haven't been, you know, able to come hands-free yet so-"

"Oh is that so!" Bobby rejoices in the little fact, elbowing Tommy jokingly.

"Shut up," Tommy says before getting up. Evan laughs along with Bobby at the gesture.

He knows the 118 has new guys now, but their backs are to him and he's not sure what they look like. Bobby’s sitting between them and doing that head shake that means he’s amused but trying to be professional.

Tommy watches as Bobby pushes back his chair and moves to stand up, suddenly aching for his old team. He watches as one of the new guys looks up to say something to Bobby, and Bobby rests his hand on the guy’s shoulder and ducks down to hear him. Tommy’s stomach turns leaden, then molten. That should be his spot. That should be him that Bobby’s leaning into.

Moving to the 217 had been freeing in so many ways, but they worked on a completely different schedule and he hadn’t seen the 118 since he’d left, with the exception working the same scenes from the air.

He watches as Bobby pats the other man's shoulder before moving away from the table. He’d be tempted to run after him if he wasn’t hemmed in, and he’s grateful they’d ended up seated the way they had.

He and Bobby hadn’t been anything more than captain and firefighter, likely never would have been — he'd heard Bobby’d was dating a police sergeant — but it fucking hurt to see how easily he’d been replaced. Barely a year out and not one, but two new firefighters were in the inner circle. The circle that he and Hen and Chim had built, and let Bobby into.

Donnelly excuses herself to get another round of drinks for them, and Kearns’ hand comes down on his shoulder before he can get out of the booth and make a fool of himself.

“You good?” Kearns asks it plainly, straightforward in a way that Tommy appreciates.

Tommy hesitate, then nods. “Yeah, just… saw my old team,” he admitted.

“First time?”

Tommy nods again, a little stiff.

“You didn't leave their lives, just the team,” Kearns tells him. “We all go through it. You wanna go say hi?”

Bobby slides back into his chair, quickly enveloped in the group’s laughter. He looks lighter than Tommy's ever seen him, arm slung over the back of the other firefighter’s chair.

The feel of Bobby’s hard cock sliding against his own as they showered in the small stall that was really only meant for one person at a time had his whole body buzzing with pleasure. Bobby captured his lips in another kiss, hand running down Tommy’s back and gripping the back of his thigh, hitching his leg up. Tommy moaned into their kiss as Bobby grinded harder against him.

“Quiet,” Bobby mumbled against his lips, the sound barely audible over the spray of water.

They were still at the station and the last two to jump into the showers after a fire that had the whole team filthy and sweaty. They had waited as everyone trickled out, a lot of people taking their time so the hot water would help the muscle aches from the constant activity.

And despite being the last two in the showers, anyone could still walk in.

Bobby kissed him again, his other hand sliding down between them to wrap around both of their cocks. Tommy sucked in a breath as Bobby’s hands moved slowly, taking his time.

Tommy’s head fell back against the shower wall and his fingers dug harder into Bobby’s shoulders. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. It was risky what they were doing, but Tommy didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t ever want to stop having Bobby’s hands on him.

He felt Bobby’s lips against his neck, pressing kisses there, his teeth biting gently enough to not leave a mark but hard enough to have Tommy slip and make noise.

The door to the shower room opened and the two of them froze as someone called out, “Captain?”

Thankfully they chose the stall that was out of view from the door.

“Yes?” Bobby called out, his hand continuing to stroke them both.

“The chief is on the line for you.”

“Tell him I’ll be done with my shower in just a moment and will call him back.”

The person left and Bobby kissed Tommy, a look of disappointment on his face. “We’ll continue this later,” Bobby said, shutting off the shower. He gave Tommy another kiss before opening the door to get out.

Tommy reached out to grab Bobby’s arm to stop him from leaving. “Bobby?”

Bobby looked over his shoulder at him. “Yeah?”

Tommy felt nervous as he looked at Bobby, despite what they had just been doing he felt shy asking, “Can I make you breakfast? After our shift is over?”

Bobby smiled softly at Tommy. “I think that’s something that can be arranged.”