#em yapping

So, from the beginning Buck is obsessed with how Tommy smells. He can’t really place whether it’s because Tommy is a man and smells so different from his dainty girlfriends, or whether it’s just a Tommy-thing. But he loves how Tommy smells, loves wearing Tommy’s clothes, and the night after Tommy stayed over for the first time he slips into bed and buries his face into the pillow Tommy used. But he also lives for that musky smell when he blows Tommy, nose buried in pubes, and sometimes he wishes he could live down there.

The first time he realises how aroused he van get from just Tommy’s smell is while doing the laundry one day when Tommy is away on a 48h shift.

He’s sorting the laundry from the laundry basket and at one point comes across one of Tommy’s boxers. He’s been pent up the whole day and he’s missing his boyfriend, and he doesn’t quite know what possesses him but after a few hesitating moments, he’s pressing the soft cotton to his nose, inhaling sharply and eyes fluttering close, moaning softly. Good god, Tommy smells so good. A mix of the soap he uses, slight sweaty, tangy, and that subtle musk that makes him ache in places he couldn’t tell anyone about. It’s familiar, intimate. He feels his cock twitch in his jeans and the familiar heat pool low in his belly, slightly surprised and a little embarrassed that just Tommy’s scent is doing it for him.

But then he lets desire take over and palms himself through his jeans. He sits down on the bed, pressing the underwear to his face again, inhaling deeply, his hand wrapping around himself, slow, deliberate strokes matching the rhythm of his breathing. The thought of Tommy, so far away and unaware, makes it even hotter. He closes his eyes, letting the scent guide his imagination. He pictures Tommy coming home, tired and sweaty, imagines Tommy shrugging off his flight suit, soft moans escaping as he sinks into the bed. He pictures licking Tommy’s thigh, up to his crotch, taking him in his mouth and burying his nose in that exhilarating scent. The thought makes his hips lift, grinding slightly against his hand as he pushes closer to the edge. He groans, the scent making him lose all control. The smell, the memory, the anticipation… it’s all too much. Buck’s body tenses, every nerve alive, his movements growing desperate, frantic, until he finally tips over the edge, his groan echoing through the empty bedroom. Still clutching the underwear, he lies back on the bed, trembling, spent, flushed and a little bit embarrassed. But he knows he unlocked something, an obsession, a hunger he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, fight.

It doesn’t take long before Tommy catches him doing it, and although it starts with a lot of teasing, it ends in mind-blowing sex, so Buck is okay with that.