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tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @quintessenceofdust88, thanks loves! here is uhhhhh 450 words of early days bt which is emphatically NOT what i was supposed to be working on. under a cut for length and light nsfw.
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"You having fun there?" Tommy asks, his voice rich with amusement. Buck's lost for a moment until Tommy pats the back of his hand and Buck registers that he's idly thumbing at Tommy's nipple, pressing the heel of his hand into the meat of Tommy's pec, just…feeling him up without even consciously deciding to do it.
Buck feels his cheeks flame as he belatedly realizes he's been touching Tommy non-stop since they settled side-by-side in the rumpled sheets. Some of them are touches that would be sexual if they weren't both so wrung out, but plenty of them are just…mapping him out, exploring the boundaries of his body, the different textures, all the little imperfections that just make Buck want him more.
"Sorry," Buck tells him, not meaning it at all, pressing his overheated face to Tommy's shoulder. "Tell me to stop if I'm bothering you."
Tommy shrugs his shoulder gently, enough to make Buck look up at him. Then he curls one of those massive hands around the back of Buck's head and draws him into a kiss. It's hot and slow and so thorough that Buck knows he's probably embarrassingly starry-eyed when it ends.
"You're not bothering me, Evan," Tommy says, his voice is low and so full of possibilities that it takes everything Buck has not to squirm like an over excited puppy.
"Promise?" he asks.
"Promise," Tommy says. "You can touch me however you want.
What a gift. What an offer. What a feast. Buck feels giddy with it.
"Can I suck you again?" he blurts. He didn't even realize he'd been thinking about it, but as soon as he voices it, his mouth feels achingly, sharply empty. It's like hunger pangs, except it's a hunger he never would have expected to feel. He wants Tommy's cock in his mouth so bad.
Tommy laughs in that way he has that feels teasing, but very definitely not mean. His hand moves from the back of Buck's head to his jaw, thumb tracing over Buck's cheek, a soft drag where the pad of it tugs on the thin skin below his eye. God, his hands are so fucking big.
"The spirit is willing, kid, but the flesh is the wrong side of forty," Tommy says. "You're one hell of an inspiration but even so there's no way I'm getting it up again anytime soon."
Buck turns his head until his mouth is pressed against the warm breadth of Tommy's palm. He presses his next question there like a secret.
"Can I do it anyway?"
Tommy makes a low, interested humming noise, like he's recalibrating, like Buck has managed to surprise him.
it wasn't my intention to post the whole thing on here, but looks like i'm doing that again. i think there will be one more part after this.
parts one & two.
Tommy dropped his bank card. ”What're we gonna do on our second date, primal play?”
”That sounds fun.”
”You know what it is?”
”That's the one where you chase each other through the woods, right?” Buck asked. The bartender eyed both of them, but took Tommy's card. ”Or is that a different one? I get the animal ones mixed up.”
Tommy put his massive, and surprisingly warm, hand on Buck's shoulder. ”I need you to stop talking for a minute.”
Buck pouted a little, but bit his tongue until Tommy got his receipt. Tommy stood up and Buck's eyes went wide, as he leaned in.
”How about we go somewhere where other people can't hear us?”
Tommy was so funny. ”Are we doing the kidnapping thing?”
”Evan,” Tommy said. ”I don't know, but what I do know, is that I don't want to get arrested, and things are getting a little indecent here.”
”I can stop?”
”Please, don't.” Tommy stepped behind him and bodily pulled Buck out of his seat, steering him toward the door.
”Sounds like we're doing the kidnapping thing,” Buck threw over his shoulder and did his best not to let his knees buckle, when Tommy's hands travelled from his shoulders, down his back, and settled on his hips.
Once outside, Tommy didn't stop leading him by the hips. ”Where are we going?”
Tommy didn't reply. Instead, he led them around the corner and spun Buck around. His hand came up to grab the back of Buck's head, so it didn't hit the bricks behind him. Oh. Oh, Tommy was kissing him. Buck closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Tommy broke the kiss, even though Buck tried to chase him. ”Don't ever stop talking,” Tommy breathed and leaned back in. His whole body surged forward, pressing Buck into the wall.
Buck was going to come in his pants. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, pulling himself up on his tiptoes, and Tommy held him. Oh, fuck, Tommy could carry him. Tommy was huge and a firefighter and he could definitely carry him.
”Are you gonna have your way with me?”
Tommy turned his head and laughed. ”I'm sorry, I didn't drive. I'd have to plan it.” He sounded genuinely sorry.
”Wait, you'd actually do it?”
”I would do an– I would, yes.”
”Tommy,” Buck cupped his face and pulled him back in. ”We need to get an Uber,” he said in between kisses. ”I need to get my hand down your pants.”
Tommy put a hand on the middle of Buck's chest, pinning him, so he could step away. He dragged a hand across his mouth and got out his phone. ”Where to?”
Buck pointed, ”I live ten, fifteen minutes up the road.” Tommy handed over his phone, so Buck could put his address in.
Their eyes met over the phone. They smiled, then grinned, until they laughed. Tommy dragged his hands through his hair, his cheeks charmingly pink.
”You said second date, earlier. That makes this is our first.”
”You told your mom you'd call her back. Might as well get a few of them out of the way, so you don't have to lie as much.”
”Oh, so we're working on the cover story?”
”Is it a cover story, if we've actually been on a date?”
Buck was about to lay one on him for being so smart, when their driver pulled up and leaned on the horn.
Buck caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview and plastered himself to the door, so he wouldn't do unspeakable things to Tommy, and earn him a bad rating. He thought he was doing OK, until Tommy's hand clamped down on his knee. ”Sorry,” he muttered and stopped bouncing it.
The walk from the curb to his front door was agony. There was barely a foot between them, but Buck couldn't get himself to close the distance, in the brightly lit hallway, lest one of his neighbours walked in on them.
His keys were already jingling in his hands, when he said, ”This is me.” Tommy just smiled at him.
Inside, Buck closed and locked the door, before nearly walking face first into Tommy's chest.
”Listen, it's OK if we got ahead of ourselves. I don't mind slowing down,” Tommy said, ”or heading out.”
Buck didn't have the patience to get them somewhere comfortable. He pushed Tommy backwards, until they collided with the kitchen island. This time, he got to be the one to initiate. Tommy was such a good kisser.
”I need to get my hands on you,” Buck said, mostly to himself. He pulled on Tommy's belt, getting it undone, and pulling the fly apart, and sticking his hand down the front of Tommy's jeans. ”Oh, fuck.” That was a dick. Tommy definitely had a dick. He didn't manage to catch the waistband of Tommy's underwear, so that was still between them, but he could feel Tommy through them. The shape and the weight of him.
He needed to pace himself, he was getting too worked up. Buck tipped forward, resting his head in the crook of Tommy's neck. He was almost panting.
”You OK?”
”Yeah,” Buck nodded. ”Got too excited, but I'm OK.”
Tommy chuckled and rested his hands on Buck's hips. They felt like oven mitts, but Tommy's bare hands were just that big. His fingers were teasing at the hem of Buck's shirt.
It would've been easier, less restricting, if he got his hands on Tommy's skin, but it was hot having to do it through his underwear. He never imagined having a dick in his hand would feel this good – someone else's dick.
”I like this so much,” he muttered, and pressed his mouth to Tommy's neck.
”Me, too,” Tommy said. His hand wasn't down Buck's pants, so they probably weren't talking about the same thing.
”What's your favourite thing?”
”My what?”
”Sex with men. What's your favourite thing to do?”
Tommy's hands went up under Buck's shirt. His nails were short, but long enough to scritch a little. Buck's whole body shivered at the sensation. ”Depends on the guy,” Tommy said.
”Cop out,” Buck teased.
”Not everyone likes getting eaten out. If they don't like it, it's not fun.”
”Eat– We need to do that,” Buck said. ”Right now.” He took a step back, and did everything he could not to whine, when he pulled his hand out of Tommy's pants. God, he looked good standing there, with his pants undone and Buck's spit all over his neck. ”You need to send me so many nudes. You need to be the background on my phone.”
Tommy laughed and hiked his pants up, where they were sagging around his hips. ”Before or after the rim job?”
Buck grabbed his hands. ”My bed is upstairs.”
They tumbled up the stairs, where Buck was confronted with his unmade bed . He should've done a bit of tidying. But the kitchen sink was full of dishes and Tommy hadn't said a thing – probably hadn't noticed.
Buck kicked off his shoes and got rid of his shirt, before crawling onto the bed. He pushed the duvet aside, so it didn't bunch under them. ”Come on,” he made grabby hands at Tommy.
Tommy shook his head, grinning, and got off his shoes and his overshirt. How he looked broader in a tanktop, Buck had no idea. Tommy climbed on. Buck held his breath, as Tommy's weight came down on him in increments. Legs first, then hips, chest. Tommy's body covered every bit of his. Buck moaned at the feeling of Tommy's thigh between his legs. If Buck's thigh felt half as good as this, Buck didn't know how Tommy managed to stay quiet.
They kissed until neither one of them could breathe. Buck thought they broke apart to catch their breath, when he was flipped over onto his stomach. Tommy laughed at his yelp.
There was nothing to hold on to, so Buck's hands clenched uselessly in the air, when Tommy's face met the middle of his back. He was lying there, panting, as Tommy's mouth kissed a line down his spine.
”Get your belt,” Tommy said into his lower back.
Buck only lifted his hips as much as he needed to, to get his hands under himself. The belt was barely undone, before Tommy yanked his jeans down, without waiting for the button or the zipper. His own question from earlier played in his head,
Are you gonna have your way with me?
Tommy's mouth continued its path down. Buck tried to part his legs, but his jeans were keeping them together. Tommy had seemingly given up around his knees. He felt Tommy's nose between his asscheeks and breathing became very difficult.
He may have shrieked a little, at first contact, but in Buck's defense, it had been a while and he'd kind of forgotten what it felt like. Tommy laughed against his asshole, which Buck did not know would feel like that. He didn't hate it.
Buck lost all sense of time. He was pretty sure he was drooling. He had been eaten out before, but not with this level of enthusiasm. He was wet from his taint to his tailbone, not counting the mess he was making himelf.
”Tommy. Tommy. I'm gonna come.”
”Then come.”
Buck craned his neck and looked over his shoulder. ”You sure?”
”Well, Thirty-Two, if you can't go again, I'll find your prostate. You don't need to get hard for that.”
”Oh, my god,” Buck whimpered into the sheets.
Tommy sat up and yanked Buck's jeans the rest of the way off, but it was hardly a reprieve, his tongue was back in no time.
Rating: G | WC: 1.5k | Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Future Fic, Married Bucktommy, Domestic Fluff
Read on AO3 or below
"Have you booked in that 217 lunch, yet?" Evan asks, peering over the rim of his glasses, tablet in hand as he props himself up in bed. He's the picture of comfort — tri-pillow wedged behind his back, comforter pulled up to his waist, with his side table lamp alighting his mussed curls in a soft glow.
The glasses are new — prescription, thick black rims with lenses that make his beautiful blue eyes even clearer. He'd put off going to get his eyes checked — the same way Tommy did when he started squinting trying to read things — eventually caving when Tommy starting reciting his own arguments back to him. About eye strain, and looking after yourself, and doesn't he want to be a silver fox with a sexy pair of glasses?
Evan had rolled his eyes, claiming his hair wasn't that grey. Not yet. But had given in anyway. And, as promised, he was beautiful in his glasses.
He's still beautiful now, in a stretched out Station 217 t-shirt he stole from Tommy, pillow creases on his face, with his black reading glasses perched on his nose. Wedding ring glinting in the lamp light.
But he's also sat up in bed working, when they were supposed to be having a relaxing morning in bed. The curtains aren't even pulled back yet. Hell, Evan was still asleep when Tommy left to go make breakfast, snoring and snuffling into his pillow, automatically starting to shift towards the warm spot Tommy left.
"Good morning to you too, Evan." Tommy replies, gently pushing their bedroom door open all the way with a push of his hip, breakfast tray balanced in his hands. His tone is dry but he feels himself smiling anyway, the way he always does, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I've bought breakfast."
"Good morning, baby," Evan replies, gaze softening as he tracks Tommy's path from the door to his side of the bed. Absently folding the cover over the tablet before resting it on the bed beside him. Before the screen flickers off, Tommy gets a glimpse of their shared calendar, meticulously colour-coded. Evan leans over, almost hanging out of bed as he angles himself towards his husband, lips pursed.
Tommy leans in to meet him, automatically, instinctively, as he places the tray on his lap. Greeting him with a kiss, the pair smiling into it, a sweet press of lips against lips.
Tommy pulls away slowly, their kiss lingering, careful not to knock over the breakfast now steaming in Evan's lap. Scrambled eggs, streaky bacon, hash browns, a side of avocado on toast. All cooked to perfection, exactly the way Evan likes it.
It's only then, once Evan's had his kiss that he leans back in bed, not quite reclining against the pillows again. Propped up just enough to eat. Gaze still soft, but smug in a contented way. He's exactly where he wants to be. Hands drawing up to balance the tray, the coffee in a pale yellow IF IN DOUBT, BAKE IT OUT mug.
"Thank you," Evan adds, carefully moving the mug to his side table, before gazing back up at Tommy again. He's beautiful, even more so up close. Tommy can see the lines forming at the corners of his eyes that deepen when he smiles, the grey that's crept from his temples further into his curls, his freshly kissed lips. "Y-you didn't have too."
"Of course I did, I like treating you." Tommy replied with a casual shrug. He didn't think he'd ever get sick of it, treating Evan. Being able to show Evan how much he cared, how much he loved him and thought of him, even after all these years together. He was always awake before his husband, why would he not use the opportunity to treat him to breakfast in bed? "Plus, it's not like I only made some for you."
Evan snorts, swatting Tommy playfully as he retreats from his bedside, hand gently catching against his hip. "Yeah, yeah, go get your breakfast, baby."
Tommy hears Evan chuckle to himself as he retreats, the sound floating down the hall as Tommy heads back to the kitchen.
There's the sound of little paws padding against wood, and Belle is at Tommy's side, attempting to weave between his legs and meowing her little head off. She follows him to the kitchen, pushing off her back legs to smooch her head against Tommy's shins. He just laughs and lets their silly little cat follow him to the kitchen. She's been fed — both their cats have — it was a distraction tactic while he was frying the bacon. Making sure they were both occupied with their breakfast so he could try and make his and Evan's in peace.
It didn't work, Leonardo joining Belle in her attempt to try and get underfoot as Tommy grabs his own breakfast tray — matching Evan's, of course. Chuckling to himself as he follows the hall back to Evan.
He enters their bedroom to find Evan swallowing down a bite of food, moaning as he does so, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
"Delicious as always, baby," he says, smiling as he reaches out to take the tray out of Tommy's hands. Holding it in the air above his own tray so Tommy can slide into bed next to him, pulling the comforter up to his waist.
Tommy's still shirtless — he always did run hot — but the comforter is a pleasant weight on his legs, and he can feel the heat radiating off Evan, now they're back in bed together. Taking the tray back from Evan, hands brushing as Tommy eases it from his grip — he thanks him with a kiss.
"B-but uh, seriously have you booked in that 217 lunch yet?" Buck asks, finally, now that Tommy's settled in bed next to him. Brow gently furrowed, as if he's still going over their schedule in his head. He probably is.
"Not yet," Tommy replies, picking up his knife and fork, before starting to cut into his own breakfast. He did do a good job, if he says so himself. "Carrington still hasn't told me what weekend she needs off to go help her Mom, and I want her to be there, if I can."
"She got a promotion, right?" Buck asks, absently pushing away Belle as she tries inch her way closer to their plates.
"Pilot II." Tommy confirms with a nod towards his Evan before popping a forkful of food into his mouth. "The lunches are never mandatory, but she always tries to go and I want to make sure to celebrate her."
"You're a good Captain," Evan says softly, gently, smiling over at his husband.
"Takes one to know one." Tommy retorts, the words coming out a quip but his tone betraying him so it falls just as softly. The words catch, and Evan's eyes flicker down to his lips unabashedly. Tommy smiles as he leans in to kiss him again, praise pressed between them.
"Book in your station BBQ, and I can work around it." Tommy says, gesturing to the tablet now laying in between them, half buried in the comforter and an approaching cat.
"Yeah?" Evan asks, eyes glinting as he breaks out into a grin, bright and clear behind his glasses. God, he's so cute when he smiles.
"Yeah, of course." Tommy confirms with a casual shrug and a smile. "I know those are important to you."
It was one thing Evan talked about when he became Captain of the 125, wanting to host his own station BBQs, just like Bobby did. He wanted to become his own sort of Captain, champion his own dynamic, but that was one thing he wanted to carry over.
Give his team a time and a space to chat and unwind, no pressure. Evan still loved to cook, and he loved being able to cook for them. He didn't think he'd ever get sick of feeding other people, providing for them in this way. Staying connected to Bobby, in this way. It wasn't every month, and not everyone attended, but that worked for him. It was supposed to be fun, eating and chatting out in the L.A sun without the pressure of the station.
It was also important to Evan that Tommy be there, meeting his team, and so Tommy made sure to always show up. Help with set up, man the grill, ease the workload as much as he can.
"I'll put it in the calendar," Evan says with a happy wiggle, joy radiating out of him. Tommy would bottle the sight if he could. "And-"
"And I'll let you know as soon I have a date for the 217 lunch," Tommy confirms with a nod, smiling all the while, finishing his sentence for him. "So I can put that in the calendar too."
"You're sexy when you talk logistics." Evan says with a bite of his bottom lip and a cheesy wiggle of his eyebrows. Laughing as Tommy snorts in response, swatting at Evan half-heartedly, hand brushing against his stolen t-shirt.
"Yeah, yeah," Tommy laughs, trying and failing to hide his grin. "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Aye-aye captain." Evan teases with a salute and a grin of his own, eyes crinkling at the corners with matching smile lines. He's here, they're together, and he's never been more beautiful.
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Adopting Gadget was one of the best decisions Tommy ever made. It's like they were made for each other, from their energy levels to the way they like to sleep, they've been on the same wavelength since the moment they met. Gadget had also taken to Evan immediately, and Tommy was quickly bumped down to second place on the favorite human list. Not that Tommy minded, it was just another thing they had in common.
Now, as the dog lays on the bed with his muzzle between his paws, huffing and whining as Tommy packs his suitcase, he's starting to think allowing him in the bedroom might not have been a great decision.
"You stop that," He tells him, checking his toiletry bag to be sure everything he needs is in there. "We'll only ve gone a few days. Plus, you love getting to stay over with Milo at doggy daycare."
This doesn't appease him and Gadget huffs again, indignant that he is not invited on this vacation. He eyes Tommy warily for a moment, then enacts his revenge, lunging forward and snatching the black velvet box Tommy has been hiding in the back of his closet for months up in his mouth and bounding out of the room at a speed that shouldn't be possible for an animal with three legs.
"Gadget!" Tommy shouts, chasing after him. "No! Don't you dare eat that!"
Unfortunately, they've played chase around the house often enough that Gadget knows how to avoid his owner and escape every room with ease. They find themselves in a stalemate in the living room, Tommy on one side of the couch and Gadget on the other, his hindquarters up in the air, tail wagging, box still clutched in his teeth. They're eyes are locked, waiting for the other to make a move. They both startle when the front door bangs open.
"I'm here!" Evan calls, his bags thumping to the floor in the entery way. "Traffic was bitch this afternoon."
Gadget's ears perk up and Tommy shakes his head.
"Don't you dare." But it's too late. Gadget is already spinning, ready to greet his favorite person. Tommy dives him, nearly knocking over the couch in his attempt, but he misses him by centimeters. He scrambles to his feet, hoping to grab him before he makes it to Evan.
"Hey, Bud!" Evan says as Tommy rounds the corner, rubbing behind the dogs ears and kneeling down in front of him. "Whatcha got, huh?"
Evan's eyes widen as he pulls the now slobber soaked box from between the dogs jaws. Tommy hears the soft click as he opens it, and the soft gasp at the silver band nestled inside. Evan looks up at him, eyes shining with tears, a beautiful smile on his face.
had some thoughts about sloppiness and tommy kinard. under the cut for length (but not super long, my phone battery went from 27 to 23% while i banged this out). can be read as canon compliant OR canon divergent with 8x15 lab rats.
thinking about 8x11 tommy waking up next to evan and dressing in last night’s clothes and getting lost in thought about the utter abandon of the night before as he walks loose-limbed to the bodega for $300 worth of eggs and bacon and back to the house and he puts the groceries in the kitchen and tiptoes across the hardwood floor to the bedroom and peeks in at evan sleeping (drooling on his pillow) (the rising sun through the blinds catches the gold and some new silver in evan’s hair, waow) and remembers one moment in particular from their night together, then another, and wonders if evan might want ti switch it up this morning, and if evan still has tommy’s hoodie like he still has evan’s t-shirts, and tommy thinks to himself, i’m so sloppy for him.
and again, as he walks out the door, stiff-shouldered: sloppy.
but then evan calls and they meet up and talk. well, evan talks. tommy mostly listens. he doesn’t want to make things worse with his sloppiness. evan’s clearly rehearsed his apology, and tommy can’t quite tell if that means evan’s extremely serious & committed to making things right and trying again, or just saying what he thinks he’s supposed to. he asks to take some time to think. he watches hope and disappointment and resolve and something unknown cascade across evan’s face before he nods in hesitant agreement. it’s awkward, as they leave, but tommy turns to look back because he’s the sloppiest motherfucker alive when it comes to evan and finds that evan’s doing the same, his mouth dancing at the edge when tommy gives a dorky, heart-sloppy little wave goodbye.
tommy turns himself in knots for weeks, worse than he did after the breakup. instead of driving past evan’s apartment when the regret hit, he lies awake at night ruminating. he likes evan, SO much, but: does he trust him? can they trust each other to not hurt each other, even when they’re hurting, to not lash out because that’s easier than contending with the pain? should evan entrust himself to tommy? can tommy trust what evan said to him when they talked, the depth of emotion and care he expressed?
and for you. evan smiles goofily, disbelievingly, and tommy smothers his own expression as he files away this glimmer of hope for a more opportune time.
hours later, it’s less that he makes a decision and more that this is just the way it is: evan clings and grasps and crushes tommy against him, and tommy realizes the depth of trust evan’s placing in him, to not say the wrong thing or push him away, but to hold him, safely. it’s a glimpse of them being each other’s person, and it’s sublime and terrifying and it will end in tears, but he thinks, knows, it would be worse if evan didn’t fill the meantime. in an instant, there is no more worry about his sloppiness about evan maybe, someday, coming back to bite him in the ass.
evan breathes wetly against tommy’s jaw, but before tommy can imagine it to be a kiss, evan curses and pulls away. “gross, that’s gross, i’m sorry, i’m so gross, i’m so sorry,” evan chants, his breath rattling through tears. “i’m gross, i’m gross for you, i feel gross thinking—after today—”
tommy tucks evan’s head against his neck and hums, “you’re gross, i’m sloppy. we make quite a pair.”
“don’t tease me,” evan pleads, and tommy’s heart trips painfully. “not now. not today.”
“not teasing. not—not about this, ever.”
evan exhales against tommy’s neck; his spittle clings to tommy’s skin. it is gross. but tommy’s never been more sure about being sloppy, and there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
yarrow i have a completely random out of nowhere prompt from my friend yarrow:
lebron to philly. buck remembers the lakers are a thing and he reaches out:
“hey tommy I know you like the lakers I was just wondering what you think about this lebron free agency stuff?”
tommy is like “I’m actually packing my truck to move.”
Hey, Tommy, Buck types. He backspaces and then retypes it. Stupid way to start a message. Oh well. He’s always been stupid when it comes to Tommy. Heard about Lebron’s free agency and it made me think of you. (Made me think about missing my shot at signing a deal with you, he wants to say, but that’s too stupid.) What do you think about it?
Tommy bubbles him, and bubbles him, and bubbles him some more. Can I call, he finally sends.
Buck beats him to it. “Hey,” he says when Tommy picks up. “What’s going on?”
“It’s kind of funny,” Tommy says. God, Buck has missed that voice.
“What’s funny?”
“That you’re texting me now,” Tommy says. He laughs. Buck can’t be sure, but it doesn’t sound very happy. “I promised myself I would block your number, but I never did.”
“Oh,” Buck says. “But you answered.”
“I did.” Tommy’s quiet for a moment.
Buck scratches the itch on his back on the brick of the back wall of the station. The sky is darkening, a soft bruise above him. Nobody followed him outside.
“I’m going to tell you something and you’re going to feel bad,” Tommy finally says. “You’re going to take it badly and get all guilty over it.”
“Uh-oh,” Buck says.
“Don’t, okay? It’s only, like, three-quarters your fault.”
“Uh-oh,” Buck repeats, his face growing hot.
“I’m packing my truck.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. That’s not true. I think Philly.”
The heat quickly turns to ice. “Why—why Philly?”
Tommy sighs. In the background Buck hears a car door slam. “So I had a little bit of a mental breakdown last year,” he starts, and the thing is Buck knows Tommy, still, and he knows when Tommy is obfuscating the truth, and he feels like someone has slammed their fist full-force into his solar plexus.
He starts moving, his feet working without his input to steer him towards his Jeep. He needs privacy.
“I, uh, I don’t have my job anymore,” Tommy says. “My house is on the market.”
“You love your house,” Buck says.
“Sure. I love a few things,” Tommy says.
Buck picks at the leather of his steering wheel. “Like the Lakers.”
“Yeah,” Tommy says. “The Lakers. Yeah, I love the Lakers. But a lot of the things I love, they don’t… I don’t know. They don’t seem to love me the way I love them.”
“Maybe they could,” Buck says. “If they had a chance. If they could, um, if they had a little bit of time to realize how much you meant to them, and how much they loved you, even before they realized what that meant. Even when their lives were falling apart and they couldn’t focus on anything.”
Tommy snorts. “My life was falling apart, too. Still is.”
“Maybe, um, maybe the Lakers didn’t know that. But they’re realizing, now?”
“Yeah? The Lakers noticed I’m selling my house?”
“They drove past it just now.”
“Did they see me outside in my fucking ratty old shorts trying to strap this antique chair on top of my boxes?”
“Yeah, they think you need to give it a wiggle and everything will fit,” Buck says, and Tommy’s bark of laughter is a relief. “So why are you taking the chair to Philly?”
“Well, apparently the arena the Sixers play at has giant flame cannons.”
“No way,” Buck says. He puts Tommy on speaker and googles it. Sure enough: the flames come right out of the giant screens. “Wow. They probably need people who know about fire to deal with that.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Tommy says. “There’s an opening, actually. Safety lead.”
Buck drops his head against the window. “Are you applying?”
“No,” Tommy says. “I don’t know what I want to do. Not that, at least.”
“Oh,” Buck says.
“But I think I know someone with the credentials for it.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“That guy from the Lakers who thinks he loves me,” Tommy says. Even the dryness of his voice can’t hide the tender vein of emotion underneath. “I could even give him a ride, if he wanted.”
Buck stares at the Bobby Nash memorial firehouse. He stares up at the Los Angeles sky. “What kind of a breakdown?”
Tommy breathes, in and out, nice and deep. “One I’d rather explain in person,” he says.
“While driving?”
“Sure,” Tommy says. “I could do that.”
“How soon do you want to leave?”
“How soon can you get here?”
“Will you tell me about the basketball team we’re going to be rooting for?”
“If you tell me about all the weird shit that’s happened in your life, yeah.”
“Okay,” Buck says. He puts the Jeep in reverse. Nobody notices. “I’ll be there in thirty.”
“Thanks,” Tommy says. Buck hears the other thing, three implicit words. There’ll be time to talk about that, too.
The bar was close enough to walk to. Buck had never been this aware of his body before. They were about the same height and width, so he didn't know why Tommy felt so massive next to him. Their shoulders brushed a few times. Buck's neck was burning at the contact.
Tommy held the door for him and Buck could barely look at him.
”Bar or table?”
”Oh, uh. Do you have a preference?” Buck asked.
”Bar is usually better when you're alone,” Tommy smiled.
”Bar it is!”
At least he wasn't completely clueless when it came to alcohol. When he stopped bartending, he stopped keeping up with the trends, but the classics never really changed. Tommy was a beer guy, which Buck very much was not. He swirled the ice cubes in his drink until they melted, while listening to Tommy talk about beer. Buck was great at taking in information, so he felt like he was back on even keel.
Then Tommy decided to touch Buck's knee, and Buck stopped listening. It was hardly a come on, Tommy was just an enthusiastic storyteller, but Buck looked down and discovered just how close their legs were. He moved his foot a little bit and suddenly his knee was touching Tommy's thigh.
”Am I boring you?”
Buck's head snapped up. ”Not at all!”
Tommy laughed – and touched his knee again. ”Sorry, when I get going, it's–”
”I like it. You're–” Buck gulped his drink. And coughed. ”You're passionate! It's great.”
”Thank you,” Tommy said, more than a little amused. ”What about you? What're you passionate about?”
”Learning,” he grinned. ”I love learning. I had no idea you could age beer like that. With the barrels. Very cool.”
”I feel like you're making fun of me, but I'll take it,” Tommy winked. ”You're not a big drinker?”
”Used to be. Drank a lot in my twenties – too much. I was a bartender for a while and it all just,” he made a pointless gesture, ”lost its appeal. These days, I just want it to taste good.”
”Wise decision.” Tommy emptied his beer and looked at Buck for a second. Before he got the chance to squirm, Tommy asked, ”Your twenties. How long ago was that?”
”Oh, my god,” Buck sputtered. ”How young do I look? I thought the lighting in here was atrocious.”
Tommy giggled and grabbed Buck's thigh for stabilisation. ”Oh, trust me, it's bad, but your face,” he smiled, ”I can't tell.”
”I'm thirty-two,” he almost felt shy saying it.
”Oh,” Tommy's eyebrows went up. ”Straight out of high school, then?”
Buck dissolved into giggles. It wasn't even that funny, but Tommy looked very proud of himself. Buck wiped his eyes. ”Does that ever work?”
”You tell me.”
”Oh, you're horrible.”
Tommy slapped the bartop. ”Alright, Mr Thirty-Two, do you have a better one?”
”No, but that doesn't make yours good!”
”Made you laugh, didn't it?”
”Alright, alright, fair point.” Christ, what did he usually do? He didn't have a go to anymore. He couldn't exactly flex, when Tommy was bigger than him. That wouldn't impress him. Looking at Tommy's shoulders, he might not even be impressed by Buck being a firefighter. ”Hey, what do you do for a living?”
”I'm a pilot.”
Buck threw up his hands. How was he supposed to impress a pilot? That was so hot, what the hell. ”You don't even need lines! Not with all that.”
Tommy smirked. ”All what?”
”You don't get to fish for compliments, looking like that.” Buck downed the last of his drink. ”Pilot? Really?”
”Air Ops with the LAFD. I don't have a cap, if that's what your imagining.”
”Wait, firefighter pilot? That makes us colleagues. I'm with the 118.”
Tommy's face went slack and oddly blank. ”Oh.”
”That's the most ominous sounding oh I've ever heard.”
”Sorry.” Tommy shook his head. ”I've worked at the 118.”
”You have? When?”
”Got out about … eight? Years ago.”
That was an odd way to put it. ”You got out?”
”That house is cursed.”
”Oh, definitely.”
Tommy gave him an up and down look. ”Should've known you were a firefighter with those arms.”
Part of Buck was always going to be sixteen, so he put his glass down and flexed. ”Heavy rescue.”
Tommy was torn between looking and laughing. ”Does that ever work?”
”Every time,” Buck grinned. It did not. ”If you were there before me, do you remember Hen?”
”Henrietta? Yeah, I was there when she was a probie.”
Hen never let Buck full name her. Although, Tommy could call him whatever he wanted and Buck would say thank you.
Buck took a breath.
Did he want to fuck a man?
He looked at Tommy.
He did. Buck very much would like to fuck a man. No, he wanted to fuck Tommy. It had to be Tommy. He glanced at the bartender. Definitely Tommy. Although those slacks looked great on the bartender. Really highlighted how narrow his hips were.
”Evan?”
”Sorry, I was– Sorry. Hi,” he smiled.
”Hi,” Tommy smiled back.
Buck blurted, ”How old are you?”
”Forty-five.”
”Oh, fuck.” Buck covered his mouth, said a muffled, ”Sorry. I don't know why I said that.”
”Sure, kid,” Tommy said and patted him on the leg.
Buck let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan. If he wasn't already covering his mouth, it would have been really embarrassing.
”You good?”
I can be so good, Tommy, please, please, please. Buck cleared his throat. ”I'm great.”
Tommy looked between him and the glasses on the bartop. ”Maybe we should find an activity that doesn't involve alcohol.”
It had less to do with the alcohol, and more to do with the fact that Tommy (presumably) had a dick between his legs and Buck didn't know what it looked like. ”A third location? Sounds exciting.”
Tommy shifted on his stool, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. ”You'd be really easy to kidnap,” he said offhanded, as he waved down the bartender.
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Tommy slowly walked to his truck after the funeral, not really saying anything to anyone, not even a goodbye. See ya around. Call me if you need me.
They wouldn't, and he knew it. It was fine.
He throws the dress hat and gloves onto his passenger seat, and starts to loosen his tie when he hears a voice behind him, small and weak. Tired.
"Are you leaving?"
He slowly turns, and his heart breaks. Somehow, Evan looks even more defeated than he had when he was carrying Bobby's heavy casket down the church steps.
"I was about to, yeah."
"I...I don't want to go home right now. I can't go home."
Tommy nods, slowly, as if he's thinking it over, despite the fact his mind was made up ages ago. "Get in."
The drive is silent and heavy, and Tommy aches. Aches to change it, to change himself, to change everything.
He finally breaks. "Do I need to stop by your place for some clothes?"
"N-no. I don't think I can..."
He lets Evan's voice trail off, doesn't ask why, doesn't push or pry. They'll get to his house, and he'll wordlessly steer Evan inside. Give him what he wants, what he needs. Anything and everything.
What Evan needs, as it turns out, is the silence and solitude of Tommy's bed. Buried under the covers away from the entire world. Away from grief, fear, and guilt.
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Doing things alone was normal and totally valid.
Was what Buck was trying to convince himself of. He'd had a string of truly horrendous dates, so he was taking Maddie's advice (again) and doing things on his own. Which was a normal thing to do. People did all sorts of things alone, all the time. Buck had already gone to the movies (twice!) and that was a lovely experience.
Now, he was exploring more dicey territory, namely places where other people could see he was alone. He'd found a really nice restaurant. Small, sort of new, and happy to take a reservation for one person.
The seating was a little modern. The table he was shown to had one chair and one bench seat. The bench was long enough to span five tables. If he took the chair, he wouldn't have a view, so he chose the bench, even though it looked like the less comfortable option.
When the server left to get his drink, Buck looked around. There was a man at the next table, seemingly also alone. The guy smiled when their eyes met, but didn't engage.
Buck made an effort to keep his phone in his pocket. He fucked around on his smartwatch for a minute, before he realised that was basically the same thing.
Once he got in the right headspace he actually had a good time. People watching was fun, and his server checked on him periodically. The guy at the next table was definitely alone, too. If he'd been stood up, he wouldn't have looked as content as he did. Maybe he went out to eat alone all the time. He definitely looked confident doing it.
Buck was perusing the dessert menu, when his phone rang. It was early evening; a little early for dinner, but Buck thought he could find a bar or a club afterwards.
His shoulders slumped when he saw the screen. He tapped to accept the FaceTime call.
”Hi, mom, listen, I'm out right now–”
His mom craned her neck, as if that would give her a better view of his surroundings. ”It's so quiet. Are you alone?”
”I'm fine, mom. I'm actually having–”
”I spoke to Maddie. She says you don't date anymore. That's no way to live your life, Evan, you need someone. Surely you can find someone?”
Buck bit back what he actually wanted to say. He glanced at the guy beside him – who was looking right back, sympathetic look on his face. ”I'm not alone, actually, mom. I'm here with my boyfriend.” He turned the phone just enough to get the guy in frame. With the angle and the bench seat, it looked like they were sitting at the same table.
”Boyfriend?” came his mom's tinny voice. ”Evan, you never said–”
The guy scooted over, putting his arm along the back of the bench seat. ”Hi,” he smiled.
Buck nearly dropped the phone. ”H-hi.”
The guy winked at Buck, then smiled at the camera. ”It's nice to meet you. Seems like there's been some miscommunication. I didn't want to tell me parents yet, but I told Evan it was OK.” He smiled at Buck. ”Why haven't you told them?”
”It's, uh,” Buck ducked his head.
”Philip! Philip, come here! Evan has a boyfriend! Come meet him.”
”Jesus,” Buck muttered. He watched the camera shake, until his dad was on screen, too. The guy's arm slid down from the back rest, to lie across Buck's shoulders. His arm was so heavy.
The guy winked again, then turned his attention to the screen. ”Hi, I'm Tommy. It's nice to meet you.”
”Hello, Tommy. How long have you been seeing our son?”
”Oh, I don't know,” Tommy said easily. ”Been such a whirlwind, I haven't thought to count the days. We've been too busy having fun, haven't we?”
”Y-yeah, it's been – it's been really special,” Buck said. His ears were burning.
Tommy continued to exchange pleasantries with Buck's parents, until Buck cut in, ”Mom, can I call you back? We're out to eat, I don't want to disturb the others.”
”Oh! Of course! Have fun! It was nice to meet you, Tommy. Call soon!”
As soon as the call ended, Tommy removed his arm, but didn't scoot back to his own table.
Buck swallowed. This had got to be the most attractive man he'd seen in his life. ”You haven't told your parents about me?” Buck joked.
”Haven't spoken to my parents in fifteen years,” Tommy smiled. ”As handsome as you are, it's not worth breaking the no contact.”
”God,” Buck sighed dreamily, ”fifteen years of silence? No, no, you need to savour that. Don't break that on my account.” Tommy's whole face scrunched up when he smiled. It was really nice to look at. It was a little late for it, but Buck held out his hand. ”I'm Evan.”
”Hi, Evan,” Tommy shook his hand. ”I'm Tommy.”
God, his hands were big.
”Sorry about that, I didn't mean to ruin your dinner.”
”I'd call it an improvement,” Tommy smiled.
”Right, because you think I'm hand-handsome,” Buck gulped a little.
Tommy's eyes lowered, then came back up. He pointed over his shoulder. ”I can go back to my own table?”
”Of course you can, don't let me keep you.”
”I was asking if you wanted me to,” Tommy said. ”Or I could stay here.”
”O-oh.” Buck swallowed. ”I– Yeah, if-if you want. I was about to order dessert.” He glanced at Tommy's table. His dinner plate was empty, too.
Tommy grabbed his glass, and moved to the chair at Buck's table. Buck's server came back, with a very pleased smile on her face, first directed at Buck, then Tommy, then back to Buck. She held her order pad aloft and asked, ”Gentlemen, what are we having?”
When they were alone again, Buck asked, ”Do you do this a lot? Dine alone, I mean?”
”Pretty often, yeah.”
”Does it get easier?”
”Practice makes everything easier.” Tommy raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. ”Depends on whether you like it, though. If you don't like it, it probably won't.”
It gave Buck pause. He hadn't considered that not liking it was an option. He didn't have to like it.
”Tonight was nice. The last couple of times I went out, it didn't go so well.”
”Ouch.”
”It's OK, it's just the apps, you know? Sometimes texting is easy, but then you meet face to face and they feel like a completely different person.”
”Couldn't tell you,” Tommy shook his head. ”I don't do apps.”
”Then how do you meet people?”
”I don't.”
Well, that was baffling. ”You don't date?” Buck sat back in his seat. Tommy was gorgeous. And funny.
Tommy chuckled. ”If someone asks, sure, but I don't seek it out. Usually.”
Buck was about to squirm out of his seat. Was this what it felt like to flirt with men? Thank fuck their server came back with their desserts. Buck rubbed his thighs and stealthily took a deep breath.
Tommy looked like he was having a great time. Before digging in, he tapped Buck's shoe with his own. Buck nearly jumped out of his skin. ”It's still early. Do yo have plans after this, or are you having an early night?”
”Was gonna try out a bar or something. After.” Buck stuck his spoon into his dessert, but he was afraid to put it in his mouth, in case it went down the wrong pipe. It felt like the kind of night that would happen. He touched his throat, where the scar from his date with Abby still lingered.
”Which one?” Tommy asked, and licked his spoon. ”Fuck me,” he muttered. ”God, that's good.”
Buck put his spoon down. Whatever Tommy was doing to that chocolate cake, he couldn't look directly at it. ”Oh, uh. Uh. Let me check, I forgot,” Buck said and got out his phone. He found the pin on the map, but he couldn't fucking read. ”This place,” he held out his phone, so Tommy could read it himself.
”Good choice,” Tommy said. ”I've been there once or twice. Great music.”
”Wanna come with me?”
”I'd love to,” Tommy smiled.
Buck got through his dessert without choking or dying. He almost swallowed his spoon, when Tommy scraped the last of the drizzle off his plate and licked his spoon clean, but he managed to keep a tight hold of his own utensil.
Buck almost fought to cover both of their meals, but they weren't actually on a date. If they were, Tommy probably would've paid. He looked like the kind of guy who'd get a little aggressive about paying, if he'd decided he was the one to do it.
”Ready?”
”Ready,” Buck smiled, not ready at all.
As they went out the door, Tommy touched the middle of his back, pushing ever so gently. It was a move Buck had pulled many times. He had no idea it made the other person feel this breathless.
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