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fully aware there's an audience of maybe three people for this but you know what, the sun is shining, the idea arrived fully (for a given value of fully) formed, and i'm being the freak i want to see in the world.
walk with me under the cut for some blasphemous tommybobby flavoured thoughts that you should suspend every ounce of disbelief for because as my pa says, i'm catholic only in the genetic way
tommy who ran away to the seminary instead of the army. because this is how he gets to both escape his home life and to do something holy enough to make up for those inconvenient urges
the inevitable happens, he slips up, he's caught out, he's a disgrace, he joins the lafd
bobby arrives, maybe even a bit more of a mess than in canon, and they clock each other immediately - maybe they can smell the catholic guilt on each other idk
they have a bad call - really bad, dead kids bad, and they're both spiralling.
the station's silent, it's the dead of night, tommy can't sleep and he's pacing the roof. it's not high enough, but he comes up here often and he has a roster of buildings that are high enough because what's one more mortal sin, really?
bobby finds him there and maybe he's drunk or maybe he's just white-knuckling so hard it makes no difference
he says, little close to the edge there, kid
and tommy says i know but he steps back because he can feel the fearangermiseryrageragerage leaking out of his captain
will you take my confession, father? bobby asks
tommy tries to laugh. i'm not a real priest
a real priest would never absolve me, bobby says
and you think i will? you think i can?
i think you know what it is to sin, bobby says, and goes to his knees
Their hands grab at shirts and pants, and they pull away just long enough to toss their clothes aside before meeting in a messy kiss once more. It's been three weeks of sneaking around and stealing quick moments behind the trucks on scene or on the roof of the firehouse while the rest of A shift is asleep and falling into Bobby's bed late at night on their off days. Tommy knows this isn't sustainable, but he also can't imagine stopping.
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Kinash Weekend, day one: public/semi-public sex
Words: 2,476 | Rated: E | @kinashweekend
POV Tommy Kinard | Porn With Plot | not a lot of plot but it's there | Semi-Public Sex | Car Sex | Blow Jobs | Hand Jobs | First Time
Tommy swallows thickly, licking lips that feel suddenly dry. He doesn't miss the way Bobby's gaze flicks to his mouth as he does and that's…
Huh.
Maybe he hadn't been imagining the way Bobby's gaze had been lingering on him lately. Hadn't retroactively exaggerated the hunger in his eyes when he'd walked in on a mostly naked Tommy in the shower room last week.
Well, he thinks. Only one way to find out.
@kinashweekend entry - January 9
Prompt(s): On shift / Public/semi-public sex / "Well that was different."
Dream of what could be, boy (NSFW)
Pairing: Bobby/Tommy + Implied Evan Buckley | 1.3k
This is part 1 of 3
Additional tags: Bobby/Tommy is the main pairing, mutual masturbation, public sex, sweaty sex, sexualizing another person, age gap (Bobby is 50, Tommy is 35, Buck is 20), canon adjacent storyline, different first meeting, Buck is haunting the narrative
Main masterlist | AO3
"Bobby!" Chim shouts from the ground floor. Setting the pan aside, Bobby walks over to the rail, still licking his famous spaghetti sauce off his fingers when he makes eye contact with the young man below him. He doesn't look hurt nor lost—which Bobby already knows, recognizing him from the application picture. He looks even better than said picture, all six-foot-two of him in those skin tight jeans. His blue eyes sparkle as he watches Bobby pull his thumb out of his mouth.
"Can I help you, son?"
"I'm Evan." Buckley, Bobby finishes in his mind, new recruit. The curls peeking out of the varsity cap give away how inexperienced he is, and even though Bobby can take on a stray under his wings easily, the rest of the guys might have a hard time adjusting. There was just no way he was passing this one up though, as selfish as it might have been in retrospect. Being Captain had its perks.
Bobby fakes looking back at someone and says, "Are you looking for an Evan?" He turns the other way, as if scanning the room. "Nobody?" When he looks down again, his heart tightens at the sight of poor Evan being caught in a harmless initiation jab. Bobby had never been much of a fan of those college rituals, but the kid had awaken his youthful spirit.
"Is, um-" Evan turns and confirms he's in the right place by the number written on the engines. God, he's endearing. "This is the 118." The end of his sentence sounds like a question, but his posture stays confident. Bobby figures he'll have other opportunities to torture him a little more, because his stomach is killing him and his crew is getting just as impatient.
"Come on up, we're about to eat." Is all Bobby says with a smile before turning around and letting Evan take the first steps towards his new future at his own pace.
"I'm Chimney." Bobby looks up from his pan as Evan follows him like a shadow up the stairs and makes a funny face at the nickname. "I'll tell you about it one day," Chim adds, which Bobby knows isn't true. Chim walks Evan over to the table and pulls an undesignated chair for him.
"He's the one you have to worry about," Bobby teases, pointing the tongs towards Chimney. Chim feigns offense and laughs before sitting down at the other end of the table. He's learned not to argue against that.
Evan chuckles before setting his bag on the floor and sitting besides the captain's chair. "The house funny guy. Knew plenty of those in college. I hope your jokes aren't recycled." Now Chim is offended. A grin threatens the corner of his mouth, confirming that he'll be getting back at Evan shortly enough. Bobby goes back to dropping mountains of spaghetti in plates as the boys keep bickering.
"Shit, this is going to be fun," Tommy quickly whispers behind Bobby, not needing much explanation. He runs a strong hand up Bobby's back knowing the angle won't give him away. Bobby drops a ladle of sauce in his bowl and leans closer.
"Tell me about it," he ads and they walk over to the group.
"Tell me," Bobby orders, his voice hoarse from the dry LA heat engulfing them in the cabin. "Tell me what you'd do to him."
Tommy's brain is already short-circuiting from their current situation alone, adding Bobby's filthy demands to it is testing his thinning stamina. He might just be thirty-five, but being heavy-duty commodity and working long shifts had its negative effects on one's body. Tommy slows the pace of his hand, "I need him kneeling before me. His tongue out and ready for my cock." He taps the tip of his cock against Bobby's as he says so. Their precum forms a single stringy bridge.
Bobby's face twists, but his hand doesn't falter. The old man truly is an exception to the wear and tear of the job. Tommy thought drinking enough of his cum would grant him eternal youth, but he's yet to see the effects. "He'd be so cute like that. Just waiting to be used," Bobby ads to the story. Tommy nods and his wet curls stick to his forehead. His thumb circles his wet tip and he moans loud enough that it surely escapes through the cracked windows.
"He'd be so easy to bend. I could fuck him on this seat," Tommy says through gritted teeth as he dips his head to his right. "I'd fuck him so hard the engine would move with us."
"Jesus, Tommy. You have no idea how much I loved doing that to you." Tommy smirks at those words, and who wouldn't take the opportunity when it presented itself?
"Loved?" Tommy challenges. The look he receives in return is chilling, but the sweat on Tommy's forehead keeps slipping down, their bodies steaming in the unbreathable material of their uniforms as they jerk themselves off in the backseat of the engine. Neither of them can tell where they are; they drove until all they could hear were seagulls and waves. It's not like a sitting red truck wouldn't attract any attention, but they couldn't care less at the moment.
Bobby pushes himself off the opposite door and pulls his shirt out of his pants before dropping them a few inches. "Don't make me regret this," he says as he grabs onto Tommy's ankle.
Tommy makes quick work dropping his pants down to his mid thigh, just low enough that when he's leaning on his back with his knees against his face they're not in the way for Bobby to plunge into him slowly, the cumulated sweat easing the motion. "Fuuuck," Bobby groans. He doesn't wait long before rocking back and forth, aiming to prove to Tommy that he can still do all the things they used to get into when they first started fooling around.
"S-so go-ood," Tommy says through the sharp thrusts. His eyes are burning and his skin is on fire but he's never felt better. "Will you, ah, will you fuck him too?" Somehow Tommy already knows the answer, because Bobby had made it clear he wasn't looking to be brought to his death bed faster than necessary. It's still fun to tease him about it, because Tommy will be fucking the newbie any chance he gets.
Bobby leans closer and whispers, "Only if you can't fuck him properly." Cheshire smiles spread across their faces as Bobby settles his forehead against Tommy's. His entire body will curse him tomorrow, but he'll be spending the day sprawled on Tommy's bed running even more scenarios, so it's a win-win.
"Not happening," Tommy chuckles. "Fuck, can you imagine those desperate eyes all watery? H-how incredible he'd look all high on dick?" Tommy reaches for Bobby's nipples, abandoning his knees on his shoulders, and that pushes him over in a few more thrusts.
"Baby," Bobby moans as his hips falter until he stops entirely, completely buried inside Tommy and emptying himself until he's seeing white and his fingers get tingly. Once Bobby can compose himself, he realizes Tommy hadn't finished yet but when he goes to reach for his cock, Tommy moves him away.
"It's okay—"he looks up and bites the chuckle away when he sees the sense of relief in Bobby's face, "—maybe I'll get the probie to finish me off when we get back to the station." Bobby helps him up once he's done sharpening his appearance and Tommy's upper back is screaming at him to find new hobbies.
"Well that was quite something, huh?" Bobby says despite not being surprised at all by the turn of events. He grabs a towel from the bag on the floor and wipes Tommy clean so they can keep on with their day. "By the way, I want a video of that if you get him to agree."