#chommy

Tommy looked like he was maybe waiting for Chimney to hit him or something.

“My place is closer,” Chimney decided, pulling out his phone and calling a taxi. Tommy stood there, bemused, waiting as Chimney rattled off the bar address and then his own.

“So that — didn’t bother you?” Tommy asked.

Chimney snorted. “Definitely not. Taxi’s five minutes away, if you want to change your mind.”

“Why would I want to change my mind?”

“Uh,” Chimney gestured at himself and then Tommy. “Hello?”

A slow grin worked it’s way across Tommy’s face. “Howie, come on, I know you own a mirror.”

Chimney flushed, hoping the shadows hid it.

“And you’ve already picked me up once before,” Tommy said. “Not that I remember, but.”

“Wow, are you calling me forgettable?”

“Just saying I could probably use a reminder,” Tommy grinned.

“Wow,” Chimney repeated, cut off by a taxi pulling up in front of them.

Tommy brought up a recent call on the drive to Chimney’s apartment, keeping them chatting and distracted until they got into Chimney’s apartment. As soon as Chimney locked the door, Tommy had him pressed up against it, hands hooking under his legs to lift him up and get them to a similar height.

“Thought you wanted me to pick you up again,” Chimney smirked.

Tommy pretended like he was going to drop him and Chimney gasped and clutched at his shoulders.

“Don’t you dare fucking drop me,” Chimney squeaked out, slapping at his shoulder.

Tommy smothered a laugh between their lips, kissing Chimney until he relaxed against him, legs wrapping around his hips tightly enough that Tommy felt confident letting them go and grabbing his hips instead.

“I have a bedroom,” Chimney said when Tommy started to kiss his neck.

“Okay,” Tommy said, making sure Chimney was still holding onto him as he stepped away from the door, heading down the short hallway to the bedroom that he usually only saw as a coat room during Chimney’s game nights.

Chimney tucked his face into Tommy’s neck as he walked, nibbling at the soft skin there, grinning at Tommy’s sharp inhale as he followed it up by licking at his neck.

He could feel Tommy stop as his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he leaned backwards, pulling Tommy off balance until they fell, Tommy blanketing him as he pressed Chimney into the mattress.

“Jesus, Howie,” Tommy cursed, pushing himself back up as much as he could, Chimney’s limbs holding him tight.

“What, it’s not like you could crush me,” Chimney scoffed. “Get back here.”

Tommy leaned back in, stopping before he could kiss Chimney again. “It’s okay if you’re thinking about him — about Cap, instead,” Tommy said, avoiding Chimney’s eyes.

“Wasn’t thinking about him even a little bit,” Chimney assured him, slotting their lips together, relaxing his hold on Tommy a little as he tried to arrange their limbs more comfortably on the bed.

Tommy grabbed Chimney’s left leg, slinging it over his waist, and smoothly sliding his own leg into the newly created space.

“Yeah,” Chimney managed to get out, one hand on Tommy’s neck to keep him close, the other working it’s way up under Tommy’s t-shirt. His fingers ghosted over the scar Tommy had been showing off at the bar, and Tommy shivered above him. “Sorry.”

“‘S fine,” Tommy said, his own hands trying to push Chimney’s shirt up. They managed to pull apart long enough to get rid of them, and Chimney ran his hand over Tommy’s scar again just to see the shiver. He saw Tommy’s eyes darken and felt confident pulling him into another kiss, letting their hips roll together as he felt Tommy grind down against his leg.

Tommy traced over Chimney’s newly healed tattoo, his rough, calloused fingers more gentle against his skin than Chimney thought he’d ever felt them before.

His fingers slipped lower, the callouses catching on the sensitive skin of Chimney’s nipple, eliciting a gasp from Chimney. Tommy smiled against his lips and moved to gently bite at the tattoo.

“Oh, do that again,” Chimney said, threading his fingers through Tommy’s hair. Tommy did, pairing it with another flick of his fingers over Chimney’s nipples, his wet tongue soothing the bite mark.

“Fuck,” Chimney arched up against him, rutting against his leg. “You’re good at that.”

“Thanks,” Tommy said, grabbing Chimney’s hips and angling them up so they were pressed closer together. “You too.”

Chimney laughed breathlessly. “Pretty sure you’re doing all the hard work there, big guy.”

Tommy let out a groan and kissed him again. Their lips stayed connected as their hands roamed over skin that had previously been hidden, hips frantically moving against each other.

Chimney bit down on Tommy’s lower lip as Tommy pressed his thumb against the invisible bite mark in his tattoo, whining into his mouth. His nails dug into Tommy’s back as he clung to him, bodies moving gracelessly against one another.

"Shit,” Chimney groaned, hips jerking against Tommy’s as he felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten before spilling into his underwear, the sticky mess dragging against him as Tommy kept moving, quickly following him over the edge.

They stayed pressed together as they came down, until Chimney could feel the cooling sweat against his back and the stickiness in his boxers became uncomfortable. Tommy’s breath had evened out as he awkwardly started to push himself off the bed.

"I should wash these,” Chimney said, looking down at himself. He sat up and looked at Tommy. “Want me to throw yours in, too?”

Tommy paused, then nodded.

Chimney quickly stripped, then held his hand out for Tommy’s clothes. “Well?”

"Yeah.” Tommy pulled his belt out of the loops, placing it neatly on the bed before stripping to his socks and handing Chimney his clothes.

Chimney snorted. “You’re keeping the socks?”

“My feet get cold,” Tommy protested.

“Okay, well, you know where the bathroom is,” Chimney said. “I’ll be there in a second.”

He headed for the washing machine and threw the clothes in, putting in his preferred settings and making sure the sound was off before heading for the bathroom.

Tommy was just spitting out some mouthwash, and he nodded towards a facecloth he’d found somewhere, already run under the hot water. Chimney nodded in thanks, wiping himself off before watching Tommy as he fiddled with his hair.

"What?” Tommy asked, amused, catching Chimney staring at him in the mirror.

"You just, uh, look good,” Chimney said. Tommy looked him over slowly in the mirror, smirking as Chimney’s cheeks went pink.

"You too, Howie.”

"Shut up,” Chimney grumbled, throwing the facecloth down into the sink.

"Hey,” Tommy said, “I’m serious.”

"Sure.”

"Okay, don’t make this a thing,” Tommy sighed, “but it’s not like I’ve never looked before.”

"What?” Chimney looked at him in shock.

"You’re always,” Tommy gestured at him, “shirtless at basketball.”

"Oh,” Chimney perked up. “Okay, not making it a thing.”

"Any woman’s going to be lucky to date you.”

"Yeah, cause I have such good luck there,” Chimney blew out a breath.

"What about that dating site you were talking about?”

"No bites yet.”

"It’ll happen,” Tommy assured him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Chimney gave his mouth a quick rinse with the mouthwash, not saying anything else. Tommy trailed after him as he headed back to the bedroom.

"I can sleep on the sofa,” Tommy offered.

"Don’t be ridiculous,” Chimney said. “We can share the bed.”

"Alright,” Tommy said. They looked at each other for a second.

“I don’t think I’m going to have anything that fits you,” Chimney said regretfully.

Tommy slid under the sheets, still naked, and grinned up at Chimney. “Well, it’s not like we need to be shy now.”

Chimney returned the grin and joined him, choosing to forego any pyjamas as well. “Fair enough.”

They lay there, in comfortable silence, until Chimney rolled over to look at Tommy. “I have some questions.”

“Okay,” Tommy rolled towards him.

“So, the girlfriends you supposedly had,” Chimney said.

“Fake,” Tommy replied. “That’s why they never came to the fire station.”

“Did you have boyfriends, then?”

Tommy flushed, looking nervous for the first time since they were outside the bar. “Uh. No. I was always worried about being seen by someone.”

“Was I—?” Chimney pointed at himself.

Tommy laughed, not unkindly. “No, you weren’t my first gay experience, Howie.”

“Okay,” Chimney nodded. “Does anyone else know?”

Tommy hesitated for a second. “No one in the LAFD.”

Chimney looked at him, eyes serious. “They won’t find out from me.”

“I know,” Tommy said. “Hey, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you, uh, with a guy before?”

“No, I’m straight,” Chimney said.

Tommy looked at him incredulously. “If that’s straight behaviour, I need to hang out with more straight guys.”

Chimney laughed. “Okay, is there a word for ‘women only except for specific men’?”

“Kinsey one,” Tommy told him.

“Means nothing to me,” Chimney admitted.

"I’m a Kinsey six, only attracted to men,” Tommy explained. “It’s a scale.”

“Huh, okay,” Chimney said. “So Hen would be like, a minus six?”

“What? No,” Tommy laughed. “How did you get there?”

“Six is men, and she’s a lesbian.”

“Six is exclusively same sex attraction,” Tommy corrected him. “Zero is exclusively opposite sex attraction, and the rest is a spectrum.”

Chimney considered this. “Got it.”

Tommy’s eyes flickered to him and away again. “There’s, uh, something else.”

“Yeah?”

“Cap told me Harbour’s going to have an opening soon,” Tommy said. “He said he’ll give me a good reference.”

Chimney smacked his shoulder. “Tommy! That’s great!”

Tommy’s cheeks went pink. “It’s not a done deal or anything, but if I’m lucky, I could be there sometime in the next six months.”

“Now my life debt comes with a plane? Sweet,” Chimney snickered.

“Hen’s gonna be mad she’ll have to train another new person,” Tommy warned him.

“Hen’s going to be so happy for you,” Chimney corrected him. “That’ll be the only thing she’s thinking about.”

"I hope so,” Tommy said.

"She’ll throw you a great going away party,” Chimney assured him. “I might help.”

"Geez, what’s a guy gotta do to get your help?”

"Work off that life debt, and you might find out.”

Chimney looked up from his coffee as Tommy walked into the kitchen, wearing last night’s now clean clothes and a sheepish smile.

"You really didn’t have to do my laundry,” Tommy said. Chimney had surprised himself when he’d woken up before Tommy, but it gave him a chance to throw everything in the dryer, and have Tommy’s clothes folded and back in the bedroom before he woke up.

"I was going to do mine anyways,” Chimney reminded him. “Coffee?”

"Thanks,” Tommy sat down as Chimney stood up and made him a coffee.

“I’m definitely not hurrying you out, but I did promise Mrs. Lee I’d be there by eleven to do her gutters,” Chimney said as he handed Tommy a fresh mug of coffee.

"No worries,” Tommy said, “I have my own stuff to do today, too.”

"Okay,” Chimney said, a slight frown on his face.

Tommy noticed. “What?”

"We’re going to be okay at work, right?”

"Why wouldn’t we?”

Chimney shrugged. “I don’t know.”

"We’ll be just fine,” Tommy promised him.

"Good,” Chimney said. “I’ll kick your ass otherwise.”

"As if you could,” Tommy said.

"Like you pointed out, I can pick you up,” Chimney reminded him. “I think I’d do okay.”

Tommy laughed. “Okay, you can kick my ass if you need to.”

"Do you need a ride back to your car?” Chimney asked.

Tommy shook his head. “Nah, I’ll walk. I can pretend it’s my exercise for the day.”

"Hey, one for the road?” Chimney grinned at him, hand on the apartment door handle.

Tommy stepped closer, not quite pressing him into the door, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Thanks, Howie,” Tommy said quietly.

“No need to thank me,” Chimney said. “See you at work?”

“See you then,” Tommy nodded.

“Hey,” Chimney stopped him again. “Keep me updated on the Harbour thing?”