12pm to start the day

Tommy shows up with his apron and grilling tools and a stack of meat and Buck about swallows his tongue thinking he might have, in his drunken stupor, hired himself a DADDY for a day not a DAD. Drunk him forgets he doesn't consciously know he's bi and he spends the entire day lounging in his tiny swim trunks and ogling Tommy - who is a little perplexed because he was expecting a whole party not some young hot guy sunbathing sensually at him and asking him a million questions about everything he's interested and listening to him ramble about classic rock and working on cars and helicopters and so on… but he's worked jobs that are a hell of a lot worse than this - and again, free food.

Buck eats a truly ridiculous amount of burgers and spends a lot of time licking juices off his fingers and looking through his lashes without even really seeming to realize he's doing it at Tommy who just kind of… watches him. When Buck starts turning pink with sunburn, Tommy chides him for not wearing sunblock and Buck asks him to put it on him for him so Tommy spends an obscene amount of time very thoroughly slathering it over every inch of exposed skin for him until Buck's squirmingly beyond horny and drunk and Tommy's a little drunk by now too and like he's in a trance staring at just how big that tent is in those tiny shorts, Tommy just tugs them down and jerks him off right there outside by the pool with charcoal smoke still in the air.

After a gratifyingly enthusiastic orgasm, Tommy leaves Evan to savor his extremely satisfied doze while he cleans up the house, and then after that puts the passed-out hunk to bed and decides if he doesn't ask for the hundred bucks maybe it's… like it was a weird date and not… whatever the hell kind of job that was?? He dips and tries not to think too much about just how much drunker than him Evan might or might not have been.

Buck wakes up and hungover Buck is very confused about the fact that maybe he's bi? He panics a little bit and pays Tommy over the app and tips him like a hundred percent because what the FUCK. Did he ask the guy to jerk him off? He's pretty sure he did?? And wait now does that mean he just paid a guy for sex? Yes. Fuck. Well of course he did, he hired a sex worker in the first place, hadn't he? Like what did he think he was going to get hiring a Daddy???

But then he calms down a little bit and he finds the leftovers packaged up neatly in his fridge and he melts down a little at the kindness over his grief and loneliness and how nice the whole time was that Tommy was there he wasn't sad or lonely at ALL.

And what the fuck is the money even good for if it can't buy him one good day?

And so he might be bi, what better way to figure it out than go to a professional about it anyway, right? So after a few days he makes another gig this time going with "Need a dad for a day to help me figure out how to do yardwork at my new house" because it's kind of true (he did landscaping work, sure, but he's still new to this house and needs to set up a routine and it's plausible enough and he wants to see Tommy wielding power tools) and invites Tommy to bid for the job directly.

Tommy gets the invite and - look, Evan knows he's not actually a dad, that came up in conversation, so it's very clearly a thinly veiled request for whatever the hell else Evan had thought he'd hired him for last time. Which. Is apparently sex work? Is Tommy doing sex work now? He is, he realizes, because he takes the fucking job. He freaks out a little tiny bit, but decides it's obviously a better fucking life choice than selling his body to the U.S. Army, so why not?

So Buck buys a ton of new tools, and Tommy shows up with leather work gloves, and like, Buck COULD be more helpful putting the new yardwork equipment together and reading all the manuals and things but his fucked up leg hurts and he doesn't actually give two shits about yardwork… because Tommy looks so focused and adorable with that little frown on his face as he gets all the tools set up and draws up plans for the landscaping -

Tommy's desperately focusing on the yardwork because he's just realized he doesn't actually know HOW to be a sex worker and maybe Evan will take the lead here when he's ready for it…

Meanwhile Buck lounges around in a slutty little tank top and cutoffs and watches Tommy work, and then watches Tommy take off his shirt in the heat, and then brings him a cold glass of water and watches him pour half of it all over his head, and then chides Tommy for not wearing HIS sunblock this time - and suddenly he's the one spending way too much time sliding wet fingers all over Tommy's skin until they're both very obviously breathlessly hard in their shorts.

And Buck, who is at least now consciously aware that he's bi, tells Tommy he's never sucked a dick before and maybe Tommy could teach him how to do that too? And Tommy's like… well, I may not know how to be a sex worker but I do at least know how to get my dick sucked so… "Sure, kid, I'll walk you through it."

So Buck learns that he loves sucking dick, doing it in the sunshine surrounded by the scent of sweat and sunscreen and plant cuttings and Tommy's leather work gloves in his hair, and Tommy decides this might be the best job he's ever had actually.

They spend a few more weeks with Buck coming up with increasingly more convolutedly plausible excuses to rent a "dad for a day" without getting arrested for soliciting sex work while Tommy works himself into knots desperately trying to figure out how to pull off Daddy archetype well enough to keep pulling off the lie of professional sex worker so Evan will keep hiring him -

And then one day after they've just fucked for the first time in an actual bed after a pretty perfunctory "laundry lesson" and gone at it so hard Buck's still seeing stars from discovering prostate orgasms, Buck just kind of tells Tommy "Looks like I've still got a lot left to learn - would you maybe be interested in a job coming around and teaching me… oh. I don't know. Literally fucking anything? Like, every couple of days? For maybe the foreseeable future?"

Tommy obviously says yes.

It takes like a year for them to figure out that neither of them actually meant for it to be sex work at the start, but by then neither of them care anymore, because the foreseeable future seems like it might be very well stretching out to forever the way this whole thing really, really works for both of them.

Tommy loves how intense Buck’s attention is when he’s jerking Buck off or sucking his dick. The way Buck will twist himself into a pretzel to watch Tommy’s dick thrusting in and out of his ass. Tommy preens. It makes him feel good because he’s making somebody else feel good—making Buck feel good. And Buck is not quiet or shy about letting Tommy know just how good.

But to have Buck’s attention focused so intensely on Tommy as they’re in bed, sitting up against the headboard—watching Tommy’s dick, his hand, his face.

Tommy burns with how vulnerable it feels. He doesn’t even feel this flayed open when he’s got Buck’s cock in his ass. With Buck's eyes on him, everything's amplified and he's hyperaware of every sound he's making and every face he pulls.

He looks at Buck who seems to have nothing to hide—in fact, he wants you to look.

Buck looks at Tommy and Tommy feels like he’s peeling back the layers and seeing right down to the core of Tommy—to some place no one should ever see (that Tommy himself doesn’t want to see).

The first time it happens, Tommy makes himself meet Buck’s eye when he says, “what?”

Buck just smiles and says, “you’re beautiful, you know that?”