Ready, Set - A smutty BuckTommy fic
Summary:
They've done things - they are (relatively) young hot-blooded men after all - but they've never gone all the way. Well, Buck is ready. He wants it so bad, but he can't help but be a little nervous about it. Lucky for him, he has the most patient, loving boyfriend to have ever existed.
Ao3
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Buck was nervous. He could admit that. His fingers trembled as he reached out to cup Tommy’s cheeks, holding his face in place, and tilting his head to the side, so that their lips could meet in a gentle kiss. Tommy’s mouth was soft, but slightly chapped, tasting like the cheap red wine they’d shared at dinner. Tommy smelled like woodsmoke and spices, permeating all of Buck with every inhale.
Big hands fit perfectly at Buck’s waist as Tommy drew him in even closer, pressing the long lines of their bodies together, and even though things were just starting to heat up, Buck could feel Tommy’s arousal. Long, and hard, pressing perfectly into the crease of his thigh and pelvis, each subtle shift causing their lengths to brush. Buck couldn’t help the whimper he exhaled pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against Tommy’s.
Yes. He was nervous. They had done stuff together, obviously; he was a hot blooded thirty something man after all, and Tommy was a forty something hot blooded man - but it had all been… basic. Lots of touching. Petting. Grinding. But up to this point they had never gone any further.
But Buck wanted to. He was ready to.
In secret, he’d spent hours studying it. As a firefighter, with basic EMT knowledge, he had a general understanding of how it all worked - he’d answered a call or two where gentlemen were stuck in less than ideal situations, if you get what he means - and of course he knew what the prostate was.
But he didn’t know. Not really.
So he watched videos. Read articles and perused forums and even explored the hellscape known as Reddit. All to prepare for this eventuality.
“Tommy.” Buck breathed out his name like it was a prayer. “Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.” Each exhalation of the man’s name was more desperate, oozing with need and desire.
“Evan.” Tommy’s husky voice felt like a cool breeze on a hot day, lips pressing once into his forehead, then leaving a trail of fire down his face as he pressed more and more kisses into Buck’s skin. Those big hands shifted, massaging at his hips before inching back slowly until they cupped Buck’s ass, squeezing hard. Possessively.
Buck’s breath hitched, hips canting forward in response. The heat in his cheeks could’ve made him spontaneously combust.
Tommy’s hands snaked under Buck’s shirt, having pulled it free from his half assed attempt at tucking it in. Callouses rasped against Buck’s unblemished skin, and a chill ran up his spine, a hint of pleasure making him want to curl his toes. Almost like a puppet on strings, Buck pushed his fingers into Tommy’s hair and pulled Tommy’s face to his neck, head drooping to the side in a silent demand for more.
The pilot obliged, suctioning his lips to the spot just below Buck’s ear, sucking until Buck gasped; he knew what he’d find when he next looked in the mirror and it made his cock harden.
The feel of a grin against him.
“Mmm. You like it when I’m possessive.” Tommy purred, licking a stripe up Buck’s neck from the new love bite to his earlobe, which was quickly taken between blunt, straight teeth and nibbled at until Buck’s knees almost buckled. “Which is good because,” Tommy’s breath was hot as he whispered in a hiss, “I like possessing you.”
Buck moaned, loud, and he grabbed Tommy roughly by the face to pull him back for another kiss, no longer gentle or sweet. It was demanding; biting; salacious in every sense of the word. Buck fumbled for the buttons of Tommy’s black dress shirt, the one he always wore because he knew it drove Buck absolutely wild - seeing the small patch of greying chest hair that peeked out from the unbuttoned top two buttons made Buck feral.
Through their kiss Tommy chuckled, placing his hands atop Buck to help him get Tommy out of the shirt faster. Once the last one was undone, and his shirt had officially been shucked, Tommy reached out to undo Buck’s, breaking the kiss so that he could work the small inconveniences as quickly as possible. All the while Tommy began herding Buck backwards, using his knee to jab Buck in a certain direction until the back of Buck’s legs hit the bed and he fell with a soft plop on his ass.
Tommy had gotten Buck’s shirt undone and pulled it off his shoulders, tossing it into the growing pile behind him. Buck didn’t wait. He grabbed the button of Tommy’s ass hugging jeans - Buck couldn’t stop staring when his boyfriend wore them - and yanked them open, exposing the pair of hunter green boxer briefs with the thick black Calving Kline band.
Buck’s mouth watered and he pushed his face forward, shoving his nose into the bulge waiting for him there.Inhaling sharply, pleasure rolled down his body like an ocean wave crashing against the shore - violent and beautiful.
Eyes closing, he opened wide and began to mouth at the fabric, feeling the hardness beneath. It was an intoxicating drug it was - the smell of musk, and man, and most of all… of Tommy. The lightly scented lavender soap he claimed to only be using to get rid of it - it had been a gift from Jee after all - but that Buck knew he secretly loved, and the generic scent of Irish Spring Rain shampoo.
Tommy grunted, large fingers carding through Buck’s wild curls, not pushing or pulling, simply letting Buck do as he pleased. So the younger man did. He mouthed along Tommy’s cock, still hidden, until he found the head, and without hesitation took it into his mouth. Buck laved at the crown until the fabric of the boxers was soaked through.
Buck relished in this action. He never knew that he could enjoy sucking a man off until Tommy, and he didn’t want to ever know if he would enjoy it as much with any other man. Right now he was in heaven, hands wrapped around Tommy’s tree trunk thighs to keep him as near as physically possible
Though Tommy was already hard by the time Buck had sucked his cock head into his mouth, Buck felt him harden even more. When he opened his eyes to glance at Tommy’s face through his lashes, his boyfriend was staring down at him with a feral look in his eyes - his teeth digging deep into his bottom lips, like he was trying to repress his voice.
“Shit, Evan.” Tommy muttered, hips jerking when Buck redoubled his efforts. “That feels so good.” Buck hummed in approval which only made Tommy jerk harder. Oh yes, Tommy enjoyed that sensation.
Pulling away for only a second, mumbling mostly to himself, “this isn’t enough,” Buck focused back on the task at hand and grabbed the waistband of Tommy’s boxer briefs and yanked them down, taking Tommy’s jeans with. Tommy’s cock sprang free - long, and slim, and dark purple with desire. The tip was damp, not quite yet leaking precum, but that wouldn’t be true for long.
Licking his lips Buck dove back in, taking Tommy’s erection all the way to the back of his throat, working it like he’d been doing this all of his life and not for just a little over a month. This time Tommy couldn’t hold back his slight moan of pleasure, blunt fingernails scrabbling at Buck’s scalp, surely leaving little crescent marks in his tan skin. “So good, Evan. So damn good.”
Using the tip of his tongue Buck traced up the length of it to the slit in the crown where he pushed in slightly, lighting up the nerves like the fourth of July before working down again. Now, Buck wasn’t going to lie and say he loved the taste of the salty skin, nor would he ever say that giving a blow job was his favorite part of sex, but he loved doing this for Tommy. Why?
Because Tommy kept giving him the world, showing up for him even when Buck was being a brat, or overly dramatic, and especially when he just needed someone to be in his corner. That alone guaranteed that Buck would do this every day for the rest of their lives even if he didn’t exactly enjoy it.
The nerves were disappearing as he continued to work Tommy over, getting to the base and sucking against his balls, once again using just the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive skin where the shaft met them. Buck put one hand against Tommy’s lower stomach, basking in the feeling of the short, coarse hair that was Tommy’s treasure trail, fingers dragging through it.
One moment Buck was sitting and the next he was on his back staring up into Tommy’s blue grey eyes, pupils fully dilated. Buck couldn’t help his shit eating grin. “What’s up?” He asked cheekily, licking the salt of sweat from his lips, still tasting the slight tang of precum.
“You drive me crazy, Evan.” Tommy replied, hands working Buck’s own jeans open. “You’re so damn beautiful and you suck cock like a dream. You’re sure you’ve never done it before me?”
Buck looked away like he was considering it, “Hmmm. Nope. I mean, I did a lot of stupid things when I was younger, so who really knows-” The words barely had a chance to leave his mouth before Tommy growled and captured his lips in a bruising kiss, even as he worked Buck out of his damn pants. Buck’s laugh turned into a whimper when a hand wrapped around his own throbbing cock - so big it engulfed the entirety of it, and Buck wasn’t exactly small.
Practiced fingers stroked him slowly, grip firm and callouses causing sensitive skin to catch with each pass, edging on this side of painful. Buck groaned, hips arching slightly off the bed as he writhed, aching for more, unable to voice so.
Tommy had his mouth captured, plundering it with his tongue, licking along the seam of his lips to gain entrance and once inside, wrestling Buck’s tongue in some kind of strange mating ritual.
Unable to think, Buck let Tommy have total control, moving as he moved, allowing Tommy to guide him however he pleased. Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy’s neck, loosely, holding him in place until neither of them could spare a single breath. Breaking away, Tommy buried his nose in the crook of Buck’s neck as he moved his hands in circles over the tip of Buck’s weeping erection, the slick of precum easing the glide. Then Tommy made an “okay” sign with his pointer finger and thumb, fitting it like a cock ring around Buck, and squeezed his way down inch by inch, the sensation agonizing pleasure.
When Tommy reached the root, his hand paused and his breathing hitched, some hesitation in his otherwise confident demeanor. Moving slowly, he inched past Buck’s sack, dragging a fingernail along the delineation, and then kept moving down. Slowly. Slowly. Past Buck’s perineum, sliding between his cheeks.
Buck’s own breath stuttered and his eyes flew open, heart beginning to beat more and more wildly in his chest. Tommy didn’t breach him, not even a little bit, but he pressed the pad of his exploring fingers against the tight furl.
It was time. Buck wanted this. But no amount of research could truly prepare him for it, and he’d been too bashful to try any toys out on himself, so this really was uncharted territory for him. Tommy knew it, though. He circled Buck’s hole quietly, contemplatively, as his eyes met Buck’s questioningly. In a hushed voice Tommy breathed, “Yes?” No judgment. No expectation. If Buck said no, he knew that Tommy wouldn’t get mad and they could find their release in some other way.
But Buck didn’t want to say no. He also couldn’t find his words right then, body rigid and tongue tied as he tried to process the feeling of Tommy playing with him there, so he nodded once. Oh the smile Tommy gave him; small, reassuring, and so full of love that Buck could positively burst with happiness.
Tommy’s ministrations paused as he stretched over Buck, the long toned length of his body bridging across him, as he reached into the nightstand. From inside the drawer Tommy retrieved a bottle of lube and a number of condoms. It wasn’t likely that they’d use more than one, maybe two, but better safe than sorry. Once they got going, Buck didn’t know that he’d be able to stop for anything. Not even safe sex.
Returning to his spot between Buck’s bent knees, Tommy grabbed a nearby pillow and instructed Buck, “Here, put this under your hips.” His tone was gentle, eyes crinkled in the corner with his smile. Tanned skin glistened under the light streaming in from the window making Tommy look like he was glowing. Looking like a God damn angel.
Buck’s heart fluttered wildly as he slid the pillow beneath him, situating it until he was comfortable while Tommy opened the lube and doused his fingers in the slick. Buck watched Tommy’s chest expand when he took a deep breath, clearly needing to calm himself, before he brought those fingers down to Buck’s waiting entrance. “Ready?” Tommy asked, using his clean hand to rub soothingly up and down Buck’s calf which was tense. Like all of him.
Buck nodded, voice still strangled.
“C’mon baby. Use your voice. I need to hear it.” Tommy’s tone was pleading, and the muscle in his jaw ticked with the strain of holding back. God, how could a man be so beautiful and kind? It was just unfair that someone could be so much of both.
Buck reached and stroked that ticking spot with his thumb, swallowing hard so he could speak around the lump in his throat and said, words breathless, “Yeah, Tommy. I’m ready.” They stared into each other's eyes for a long time, Tommy searching for any indication that Buck was lying. Eventually not finding anything to the contrary, Tommy dropped his gaze lower and Buck felt the first press of fingers.
Tommy eased one inside, oh so slowly, drawing it out and circling the rim before pushing back in. Buck made a face at the sensation. He could feel the way his body pushed back at the intrusion, uncomfortable with things going in when things usually only came out. But Tommy kept working him open methodically, pressing deeper until his finger was lost up to his knuckles.
Buck squirmed slightly. It wasn’t painful, not at all, but the discomfort… Tommy met his eyes once again. “Alright?” He didn’t pause in his movements, only slowing some. “We can stop.”
“N-no.” Buck replied, wiggling again. It didn’t happen fast but his body was growing used to the sensation. “Just feels kinda… weird.”
Tommy chuckled and Buck felt the press of a second fingertip. He sucked in sharply. “Can I?” Tommy checked, only pressing in a little bit. “Or are you not ready for more yet?”
“No.” Buck said emphatically. “I’m ready just… Go slow, alright?”
“For you? Anything.” Tommy leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Buck’s lips, and then to his forehead, making Buck’s cheek flush. Somehow those forehead kisses always felt more intimate than just about anything else they did.
Then the second finger was in and Tommy finger fucked him with precise, deliberate movements. He scissored his fingers back and forth as he thrust in and out, stretching the taut muscles. Every so often he’d pause to add more lube, never letting it get dry. After an eternity, Buck was melting into the feeling. It still felt strange, but it was no longer uncomfortable.
Buck’s erection had flagged some so Tommy took him back in hand and stroked to the rhythm of his finger thrusts until Buck was moaning, back arching off the bed. Tommy had worked him close to the edge, only drawing back when Buck was worse than a leaking faucet. Finally, Tommy removed his fingers and reached for the condoms. Expertly he tore it open before rolling it down his length, letting the empty silver package float to the bed. Then it was time.
Tommy opened the lube and once again coated his fingers in it before stroking himself a few times, making sure that every square inch was wet. “Open your legs a bit more for me.” Tommy breathed, nestling between Buck’s spread thighs after he did as he was told.
Buck’s entire body tensed and he couldn’t take his eyes off Tommy’s lower half. Blue eyes watched with intense focus as Tommy guided himself to Buck’s hole and then Buck felt the blunt tip nudging at him, asking permission for entrance. “Breathe, baby.” Tommy instructed, eyes laser focused on what he was doing, even while he rubbed soothing circles on Buck’s knee.
Buck took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. A moment later he felt Tommy’s cockhead push through that tight ring of muscle and he gasped, immediately tensing up again. Tommy stopped, and waited. Waited for Buck’s breathing to settle. Waited for Buck to nod. Waited like the saint he was to push further in.
Inch by inch Tommy penetrated him, breaking Buck open like a melon. Buck squirmed, and whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he kept reminding himself to breathe. Tommy didn’t once reprimand him. He never rolled his eyes or got huffy with Buck. Instead, his large hand kept stroking Buck’s heated, sweaty skin and spoke in low, encouraging tones. Every time Buck tensed too much, Tommy would stop and wait until Buck gave him the green light once again.
“I’m all the way in.” Tommy murmured, awe in his words. “Can you feel me, Evan? Feel how deep I am?”
Buck groaned. “You’re so fucking big Tommy. F-fuck.” He wriggled, brain trying to wrap around the feeling of being filled like a burrito. It stung, but it didn’t hurt. Tommy liberally added lube each time he paused and waited, so the glide was relatively easy. But Buck was on the verge of bursting.
“Why thank you.” Tommy replied cheekily, and when Buck opened his eyes his boyfriend was grinning, a tiny dimple appearing in Tommy’s cheek. Buck desperately wanted to swat him but unfortunately, it was impossible at the moment. Tommy’s look turned serious once again after a second though as he asked, “Can I move?” Buck hesitated. He felt like he was going to rip open if Tommy thrust. “I’ll take it slow, I swear.”
Eventually Buck gave his consent, grabbing tightly onto the comforter. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths through his nose as Tommy gave aborted thrusts, barely moving at all. Within seconds Buck was panting, already adjusting to the feeling. After a few minutes, Tommy was pulling out about half way before thrusting in, rocking the bed.
Tommy adjusted his angle every so often and after one particular adjustment, tingles shot through Buck’s body and his eyes popped open as a moan escaped him. “Found it.” Tommy said, hooking Buck’s knees over his forearms and lifting them, making it easier for him to thrust a certain way.
Both men were panting now and Buck found himself whimpering and whining as Tommy’s dick stroked a certain spot inside of him with every thrust. It had to be his prostate, Buck found himself thinking. Tommy’s face was contorted in concentration as he worked and neither had words to say. Buck couldn’t even think right now, let alone find words.
Tommy picked up speed and his thrusts were shallow as he grinded into Buck, sack hitting his ass with each minute movement and Buck felt his balls tightening. Tightening. Tightening. Each thrust making him harder until it was almost painful versus pleasurable.
As Tommy worked him inside, he reached down and took one of Buck’s nipples between his fingers and played with it, twisting and flicking it, drawing Buck’s attention to it for a split second.The sharp sting of Tommy’s pulling wasn’t enough for Buck to lose focus on where their bodies joined.
Buck didn’t know how long it lasted. All he knew was that one minute he was panting, whimpering, writhing as Tommy drove into him again, and again, and the next he was throwing his head back into the pillows gritting his teeth and veins standing out on his throat because the muscles were so taut because he was coming harder than he’d ever come in his life. The world whited out for a brief moment and when his vision returned, he felt light headed.
When Tommy came, Buck felt the heat inside of his body, trapped obviously by the condom, but that feeling alone made his dick twitch, clearly wanting to hop right into round two.
Without pulling out first, Tommy blanketed Buck’s body and kissed him silly, peppering kisses to his stubbled jaw and neck, rasping about how beautiful and amazing and wonderful Buck was. Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy’s neck and pulled him into his chest and just held him there, basking in the love.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, Tommy plastering kisses every few seconds until he eventually pulled away so he could pull out. Buck hissed when he was free, his hole feeling sensitive and a bit raw. Tommy gave him an apologetic look as he pulled the condom off and tied it before throwing it into the trash, along with the wrapper.
Satisfied, Tommy crawled up the bed next to Buck, turned him onto his side, and eased into the big spoon position, resting one arm across Buck’s stomach. Fingers played with the baby fine hairs there and a large nose nestled at the base of his neck, breathing him in. “Are you okay?” Tommy asked, sounding concerned. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Buck shrugged as he nestled a little further back into Tommy’s body, ignoring the half hard penis bumping his back and said, “A little sore, but I’m fine. I promise.”
“You’re sure?”
Buck craned his neck around for a peck which Tommy easily obliged. “I won’t be going for round two any time soon but yeah. I’m fine. That was… amazing.”
“Amazing huh?”
“Yeah. Do you have a magic dick or something? Because I’m not sure that it would feel so good with anyone else.” Buck laid his head back down on the pillow, shutting his eyes.
Tommy snorted and buried his face once more. “Magic my ass.”
A lascivious grin crossed Buck’s features as he said, “Oh, I’m sure your ass is magic. We’re talking about your cock though.” Tommy yanked on his stomach hair and Buck jolted even as he began laughing uncontrollably.
Was he still a bit nervous? Yeah. But uncertain? Never. Not about Tommy Kinard. Maybe he didn’t know it yet, but Buck would bet on forever with the man he’d met, and fallen in love with, purely by accident.
