32 for the intimacy prompts with Bucktommy plssss
32. Neck Kisses + Bucktommy
Usually Buck hated when the firehouse was quiet. It felt unnatural for stillness to take over the apparatus bay, like ghosts lingering in the too empty spaces when the engines were gone or the crew was asleep. It left too much static on Buck's skin, crawling all over him until a restlessness he couldn't shake would cloy at the base of his skull and leave him feeling off.
Buck didn’t understand some of the ghosts that haunted the firehouse when he’d been a probie or why sometimes the others got snappish when they caught a shadow of them. All he knew was that he’d rather be where the team was, wherever they may be, than feel alone in the husk of someplace that should’ve been bursting at the seams. The quiet had used to feel too familiar, too much like Pennsylvania, and Buck hated it even if it came from peace and boring uneventfulness that sometimes would happen on a shift.
That anxiety, that feeling of being left behind, eased its hold from around his neck with time. Not completely, not fully, but enough that he could settle into the quiet when everyone else did too.
But this time was different. He'd been counting down the minutes, desperately trying to hold onto what little energy he had left even as the others started to crash one by one from a day spent out beneath the heat and the sun and bruised from hours riding around in the truck.
Everyone was finally asleep. Bobby had been the first to retreat to his bunk in his office. Then Hen and Chim had made their excuses after their decaf sat too long in their mugs. Ravi and Eddie hung around a little longer, lounging on the couch with Buck and muscling through the last of a game before they eventually caved into the call for a few hours of sleep. Buck had gone with them and laid in his bunk waiting to hear the sound of their breathing even out before he'd slipped on his boots and wandered through the shadowy stillness of a firehouse at rest. The lights had been dimmed and the engines had gone cold and Buck walked through the firehouse like he was the only one left on quiet footsteps that still sounded like they echoed across the rafters.
Buck let out a quiet noise as an arm wrapped around his middle from behind, startling as the broad, warm chest blanketed his back. Soft lips surrounded by scratchy stubble pressed a litany of kisses against his throat as another arm curled around him, holding him tight as he fell back into the familiar embrace that dragged him behind the tall shelter of the ladder truck.
"You were supposed to wait until I gave you the all clear," Buck said, tilting his head to give Tommy more room to leave his trail of kisses.
"You took too long" Tommy said easily, his smile felt against Buck's skin as he nuzzled into him. "Couldn't wait anymore."
Warmth bloomed in Buck's chest as he turned in Tommy's hold and those big warm palms flattened against his spine to press him against him. Buck tipped up onto his toes and wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck and it wasn't much but it was enough to send Buck's head spinning as Tommy leaned down to kiss the breath from his lungs.
The sound of Buck's back hitting the ladder truck pulsed through his chest and echoed into the emptiness of the loft. Buck froze if only for a moment but Tommy simply caged him in, taking up his space like he belonged there. His too wide smile broke the kiss but Tommy pressed his forehead against Buck's to nuzzle into his nose like the thought of even putting a inch between them was unbearable.
"Missed you." Buck breathed, scratching at the nape of Tommy's neck as tiny kitten kisses drifted down his cheek to the curve of his chin to the fluttering space on his throat where his pulse point was hammering away.
"Missed you too, baby," Tommy said like he understood. Like he knew just how much torture it had been to be apart for so long.
And it had been long. Too long. Too many missed nights and drawn out shifts and not nearly enough time to spend with one another.
Buck had missed Tommy like air and yeah, sneaking his boyfriend into the station wasn't nearly as bad as stealing a firetruck for a hook up, but the text message with the plan had been enough to send a thrill of excitement through him just because he'd get to see Tommy, touch Tommy, for more than five minutes.
His hands, his huge hands, curled around Buck's waist and he didn't think he'd ever get used to the feeling of those hands.
"How much time do we have?" Tommy asked, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss into the column of Buck's throat until his entire body felt like it was lighting up like a firecracker.
God, Buck had missed him.
He'd missed Tommy so much it hurt.
But he was there and he was kissing him and Buck was going to make every second count.
