@bucktommyfluffebruary is finally here!! I hope you'll enjoy this one!
Sometimes, things just didn't go as planned.
That was fine. Tommy was used to things not always going his way and had learned to just accept it as it was. It was one of his either many irritating flaws or desirable perks, depending on the situation.
Except, today was supposed to go right and it just… did not. So Tommy was irritated.
"Yep. Looks like you've earned yourself a trip to the hospital. Sorry,man."
Scratch that. Tommy was embarrassed.Refused to let that show by glaring at Diaz for delivering the news he absolutely had not anticipated to hear.
"Is that really necessary? Can't you just… fix it?"
"Let's see! A possible concussion. A sprain that could very well be a fracture on your arm. You'll need an x-ray just to be sure," the medic tells him apologetically, and Tommy throws his head back and groans, ignoring the pounding headache that is slowly being overtaken by whatever meds they had pumped into him upon their arrival.
It was his own stupidity that had led him to this. An idea forming in his head that had let the enthusiasm get the better of him when he had opened the bottle of oil that had somehow spilled over his hand and let the slick substance release the bottle from his grip only to spill its content all over his dining room floor.
Then, foolishly, he had moved way too quickly to clean up the mess and had managed to slip and fall. Still in his boxer briefs.
And with all of 118 staring at him.
"Sorry, man," Eddie spoke again, apologetically. "Looks like whatever plans you had tonight will have to wait."
As if Tommy didn't know that.
"Fantastic," he muttered under his breath. "There goes an attempt to surprise my fiance." He is not pouting, and if it looks like he does, it's clearly the meds making it look like he is.
"I'm sure your fiance will be very understanding and be very forgiving considering the circumstances," a soothing voice adds sympathetically, and Tommy absolutely does not whine upon hearing it because it warms his soul.
"He was gonna come home soon after his shift," he says pathetically, his voice slurring slightly. "Was gonna give 'im a massage. Feel 'im up a little. Make 'im feel good. So good. Like he makes me feel good when he uses his—"
"Oookay! Hey, better get you boarded onto the ambulance, huh? Get you all nice and comfy!"
It's Howie's voice. Tommy lets another whine escape him as he turns his head to look at the pair of blue eyes gazing at him warmly from the man standing next to Howie. The man with the soothing voice. "Gonna need you to look 'way, captain," he warns Howie and reaches out his non-injured hand to tug on the collar of the uniform belonging to the gorgeous blue-eyed member of the team until he feels his lips pressing against his own.
It's more of a pressure of lips than a kiss, but it's enough to make Tommy's soul purr in contentment and enough for him to smile up at the firefighter, who gazes at him fondly. "Sir. I don't think that's appropriate," Evan scolds him lightly. A series of groans echoes around Tommy, who grins loopily at the love of his life.
"I thought he was engaged?" Whispers the probie, scandalized over what she had just witnessed.
"Right! You haven't met my fiance yet,' Evan says, hand splayed over Tommy's bare chest and covers him with a blanket. "Daniella is our new probie," he explains to Tommy, who lets out a soft grunt as a greeting, his gaze still glued on Evan.
"Oh. So you're the one he wanted to— oh!"
"So! A trip to the hospital?" Tommy hears Howie plead, and Eddie agrees with a "God yes!"
"Buck, you wanna ride with—?"
"Yes he does," Tommy decides, his hand gripping onto his fiance's hand. "Not the kind of ridin' I had in min—"
"How is he worse than you are?" Eddie asks Buck, who laughs warmly as the load Tommy into the ambulance.
"Why do you think we get on so well?" Evan grins as he joins in on the back, looking pleased and almost proud and making Tommy's heart soar.
"I love you," he murmurs. "Was gonna make you feel so good, Evan."
"You always do, honey," Evan says fondly and kisses the tip of his fingers affectionately.
"Evan?"
"Yes, Tommy?"
"I'm gonna marry you so hard when I marry you."
Evan laughs and Tommy knows that if sounds could heal his fractured arm and possibly concussed brain, it would be the sound of Evan laughing.
"I'm gonna marry you even harder,"
"Well I'm gonna marry you—"
"Are you guys being serious right now?" Eddie pleads.
"Deadly," Tommy deadpans. "Hush now, I'm tryin' to woo my future husband."
"I think you're doing just fine without trying, Tommy," Eddie muses.
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It isn't the most original of ideas, but since they never did travel together on their first go-round, Buck thinks that their second six-month anniversary should be something special.
He's made sure both their schedules were clear, having applied for PTO for them both, and packed their luggage. Harry is going to house sit, and Ravi promises to check in as well, so they're assured that the plants are taken care of. The watering schedule is terrifyingly detailed, and Buck jumped Tommy when he saw the color-coded folder.
All that is left to do is for him to pick Tommy up at Harbor at the end of his shift, and they're going to be off to Florence, Italy.
Unfortunately, the weather decides to turn foul just after the plane is at cruising altitude. The turbulence is violent, even though the attendants are still walking in the aisles.
Buck already doesn't enjoy flying and Tommy doesn't travel well when someone else is in the cockpit, so this is not exactly the best start to their romantic getaway.
"In case we don't make it," Buck leans over and whispers, "I just wanna ask: do you hate me right now for booking us this trip?"
"Of course not," Tommy murmurs back, holding up Buck's hand to kiss it on the back. His eyes are gentle and his smile warm. "In fact, I still plan to give you the surprise gift I prepared for you."
"What is it?"
The outside of Tommy's eyes crinkle up. "Sweetheart, it's not a surprise if I tell you."
Buck pouts, then winces when the plane jolts again, his grip on Tommy's hand tightening. Tommy presses another kiss to Buck's cheek and adds quietly, "Next time, we'll stick to Napa Valley, okay? I'll fly us there."
"Deal," Buck answers, curling closer to his boyfriend.
He's pretty certain he's coming home with a fiancé.
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9-1-1: bucktommy | rated M | 1279 words | Fluffebruary Day 6 Prompt: stargazing
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The wine in his mouth is sweet and fruity. Buck swallows, swims in the taste of it, clutches at the warm bottle with a clumsy hand. Tommy stares at him, his eyes half-lidded, propped up on his elbows in the bed of the truck. That gaze sears. He feels it sharp and thin as it passes through him. He needs another drink. He wants to make the bottle last.
With a sigh he closes his eyes. He lifts his head up, where the moon hangs plump and milk-full in the palm of the sky. The stars are bright. An after image of the sky, with pin-prick lights, flashes across his eyelids. If he opened his eyes he’d see the same sky. If he opened his eyes he could turn and see Tommy, sitting there beside him.
The wine bottle is pulled from his fingers and he blinks, looks over to see the rim of it pressed to Tommy’s plush mouth. It’s cheap wine; they bought several bottles. For a moment Buck wishes they had splurged and gotten better. Especially for their first real date post-reconciliation.
“Hey,” he says. “Tommy?”
“Hmm?” Tommy hums and looks over. He’s long and languid in the dark, poured out easy alongside Buck on the blankets they’d laid out. Loose-limbed and handsome. Buck wants to press his hands on him, over every part of him, burn the circle of his palm into Tommy’s body as long-lasting and sky bright as the stars. “Evan? What is it?”
“Do you know your uh, your sign?”
Tommy’s mouth curls. A smirk. Buck wishes he could see him better, could look into the blue of his eyes. “That your best line, huh? What’s my sign?”
“Not like that,” Buck says, laughing. He gently pushes Tommy’s shoulder. “I just mean, because—“ He points up to the sky, swirls his finger around. “Taurus,” he says. “The constellation.”
Tommy stares at Buck for a moment that stretches too long before turning his gaze up to the sky. “Taurus?” He asks. “That’s the bull, right? I’ll be honest, I can’t tell where it is.” He grabs Buck’s hand and links their fingers together. Gentle lips press a kiss to the tops of his knuckles. “Don’t usually need to use the stars to navigate.”
Buck pulls his hand away and traces the shape of the constellation on Tommy’s chest. His flannel overshirt is unbuttoned and the tank he’s wearing under it is thin. Buck can feel the soft brush of his chest hair through the fabric. “Taurus,” he says, affecting a lecturing tone. Tommy smiles. “Is the bull. It’s one of the zodiac signs, and it’s one of the biggest, oldest constellations we know of. Do you see that bright star, kind of blue? Well it’s a cluster of stars, you can see more like six. It’s in Taurus, can you see that?”
Tommy scoots closer until they’re pressed together. “Right there?” he asks, arm raised to the sky. He points and Buck sketches the long line of him from fingertip to shoulder. He swallows and it feels like starlight lodged in his throat.
“Yeah,” he says, hoarse, and it tastes like longing when he speaks. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Tommy’s shoulders wiggle, like he’s pleased with himself, and his arm falls back to his side. He takes Buck’s hand again. Their palms press together, a little ball of heat between them in contrast to the cool night air.
“That’s the Pleiades,” Buck says. “The seven sisters.”
“Oh?” Tommy’s voice is soft and warm. Inviting. Like he’s asking Buck to tell him more without actually asking. He’s been… careful. In how they’ve communicated since they got back together. Neither seems to want to stretch things too far or ask too much, and though they’re starting off with a strong foundation, both are hesitant to test it.
Buck wants him so much. Even when he’s beside him, solid and beautiful and red-mouthed from cheap wine, Buck wants him.
Something must show in his face, because Tommy’s expression changes. He licks his lips and rolls onto his side, throwing his free arm over Buck’s middle. He presses his face into Buck’s neck and lavishes him with a string of warm, delicate kisses. He smacks against Buck’s skin with a rapturous mouth. A wet mouth. A mouth making promises Buck thinks it can keep.
“Tell me,” Tommy says, speaking against him. Each word puffs out as a breath of humid air. “The Pleiades. I want to know.”
“O-okay.” He swallows, nervous, beset with a sudden churning in his stomach. “Even though the naked eye can only see something like those six stars… there are maybe a thousand or so up there in the cluster.” Blunt teeth nibble at the spot below his ear. His breath hitches. “And it’s about 444 light years from earth. Which is, uh, relatively close. As far as stars go.”
“Oh is it?” Tommy’s hand crawls finger by finger lower down Buck’s torso, stopping to pluck at the waistband of his jeans. “I didn’t know. You’re full of fun facts, aren’t you, Evan?”
I am , Buck thinks, I am. And I want to be full of you .
He wants the weight of Tommy’s body on his, he wants the curl of his tongue in his mouth. He wants thick fingers inside him, the fat, pulsing heat of Tommy’s cock to split him open like a blessing.
He wants cozy mornings wrapped around each other. Dinners cooked together and shared, where he gets to put his love, material and nourishing, onto a plate. He wants to stop seeing Tommy everywhere, all the time, the image of him fading as it repeats and repeats, until the absence of him is burned into Buck’s life. Or it was, he thinks. His absence. He’s not absent anymore. He’s present and real, with his hand on Buck’s stomach and his mouth on Buck’s neck.
“I went stargazing a lot when, uh. When I was travelling.” Tommy pauses for a second, his grip on Buck’s hand tightening. And then he eases back into him, pressing closer, gentling his kisses into something more tender. “I found an old guide to the night sky at a library book sale and used it to kind of… map out the stars. Some of the ranchers taught me constellations, too.”
“Evan,” Tommy whispers. He curls his body into Buck’s like an open parenthesis, like what he’s about to say is quiet and secret, not yet ready for an end. “Thank you,” he says.
Buck grabs at his bicep where it lays across his torso. He nudges into Tommy’s hair. “For what? Tommy. You don’t need to thank me.”
“I do,” Tommy says. “You taught me about stars. You drank shitty wine with me in the back of my truck.” He quiets and hooks an ankle around Buck’s and tugs his leg. It’s awkward, with Tommy’s boots, and Buck imagines the tangle of their bodies when they’re undressed, just soft sheets and their warm, comfortable underclothes between them. But he shifts closer anyway. Tommy rubs the tip of his lovely nose against Buck’s shoulder. He nuzzles in and plants a few kisses onto his neck. One. And another. A soft disappearing line that Buck can feel even after Tommy's mouth moves on to the next lucky patch of skin. “And you took me back.”
“Of course,” Buck says. “Fuck, Tommy, I…” I love you .
“Of course,” Tommy repeats. The stars are fairy lights above them. The stars shine. The stars spill out across the stretched velvet expanse of the sky, blanketing the sleeping curve of the earth. “Of course.”
@bucktommyfluffebruary Day 16: Didn't know they were dating.
Yet another of my prompts from last year. I seem to have written quite a few that fit perfectly into the Fluffebruary prompts.
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Buck was never a fan of weighted blankets. He'd tried once once but felt like he was suffocating under it and then had to give birth himself to get out. Maddie had told him that he probably just had one that was the wrong weight for him and that he just had to find the right one. Turns out she was right. He did eventually find the right one.
His name was Tommy.
He was beginning to get used to waking up to a scratchy face buried into his neck and a thick muscular arm draped across his chest. Every time he awoke in this position, it was a struggle to get out of bed. Not just because he was in a weaker, sleepier state and didn't have the strength to move Tommy, but also because he didn't want to.
He couldn't remember a time when waking up with a previous partner and feeling this happy. He wasn't concerned about his morning breath that Taylor always complained about or his dishevelled curls sticking out all over the place that Ali laighed at. Or even his morning wood, which Natalia always made fun of him for. He knew she was doing so playfully, but it tapped into that deep-rooted anxiety he had about not being good enough.
But Tommy didn't complain about those things. He'd kiss Buck every morning - Buck had stopped trying to automatically push away from the kiss, declaring that he needed to brush his teeth first because Tommy truly didn't care. He'd sometimes wake Buck up by running his fingers through his hair. As for the morning wood.. Tommy had no business complaining about that as he was just as guilty.
Tommy stirred and hummed into Bucks neck, pulling Buck into him. Buck turned slightly and pushed his back into Tommy's chest.
"Mmmm-morning, babe." Tommy mumbled
"Mornin" Buck replied lifting Tommy's hand from his chest to kiss it. An asteroid hurtling to earth couldn't seperate them Buck thought. Until the asteroid hit in the form of a reminder from Tommy.
"What time is Eddie picking you up?"
He'd forgotten that Eddie had offered to pick Buck up for work while his Jeep was in the shop. Tommy's late night visit was impromptu. He'd had a rough shift and wanted to see Buck. He wasn't planning on staying the night but they were both exhausted, so a quick visit turned into a literal sleepover.
"He'll be here in.." He reached out to look at his phone; eyes squinting at the brightness. "About 30 minutes."
"Boooooo" Tommy complained into Bucks neck and he laughed. "I better get going." He added shifting away from Buck to sit on the edge of the bed. Buck felt a pang of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Tommy." Tommy turned and placed a hand on Bucks chest.
"Hey. We talked about this - it's okay. We go at your pace, remember? If you're not ready to tell them about us, about you then that's okay. No rush, babe." He leaned down and kissed Buck gently. Buck immediately put his hands around Tommy's neck to deepen the kiss. Tommy, through all his strength, removed Bucks' hands and broke the kiss.
"Don't even think about it." He teased getting off the bed.
"Spoil sport."
~~~
It had been four days since they had seen each other. Buck hated it; felt like that missing piece of himself that he'd found when he'd met Tommy was missing every time he wasn't with him.
"Earth to Buckeroo." Chimney clicked his fingers in front of Buck face. He looked up to see the whole team staring at him from around the table.
"What is with you lately? You're lost in your own world more than usual?" Hen asked.
"Oh-uh.. nothing. Just..uh.. I'm not sleeping great lately." Another pang of guilt fizzed in his stomach. He hated lying to everybody. He knew they would be absolutely fine with him dating Tommy - after inevitably ribbing him incessantly, of course - it wasn't that. It was just that this was all so new to him, and while he was sure about his feelings, he just wanted more time to settle into them.
Bobby made a welcome subject change.
"Don't forget with the Santa Anas on their way it might be a rough one for a couple days so keep alert, rest when you can and most importantly-" He gestured to the table full of food in front of them "-eat."
~~~
Bobby wasn't kidding. 18 hours into their 24 and they'd barely had time to rest. 3 fires, a tree falling onto a car and house, and a 4 car pile up. No sooner had they returned to the station the bell rang once again.
"Where we going cap?"
"We've been asked to assist Harbor Station with fire suppression at the edge of Angeles forest."
Bucks heartrate immediately raised at the mention of Harbor Station. Realistically, he knew he probably wouldn't see Tommy - he'd be up in the air - but he was still excited.
"What are you smiling at?" Eddie asked him. Buck really needed to tell his face to stop emoting.
"I'm not smiling." He argued. Eddie and Chimney shared a look. Buck didn't notice.
~~~
"The explosion happened in the factory approximately 6 hours ago and spread to the homes nearby. No deaths so far. Couple of minor injuries and alot of smoke inhilation. The 133 and 127 are focusing on the factory, 144 and 156 are working on the houses and we have 217 Harbor station doing water drops - I need you guys to keep the fire from reaching the tree line. With how dry it's been lately, those trees go up and were looking at a major forest fire." Chief Alonso told them.
With jobs assigned and gear on they got to work. 1 factory, 5 cars and 9 houses - this fire was a beast Buck thought. He wasn't sure the flush he felt was because of the reminder of the wedding or from the fire.
"Attention all units! This is Firefighter Kinard-" Bucks heart flipped in his chest "-217 is inbound with fire suppression. Take appropriate cover, over."
"Copy that 217, over. Everybody under the trucks now!" Bobby commanded. Everybody scrambled underneath the engines as the force of the water falling on top made them shake.
Buck emerged from cover, immediately looking up, trying to spot Tommys plane. He caught the tail end of it and smiled to himself. This time, his mask covering it.
Everyone's radios crackled into life with the words no firefighter wants to hear.
"Mayday mayday! This is firefighter Kinard. We have lost all power. Plane is going down. I-" silence.
For a moment, Bucks' heart stopped. As did everything else around him. No sound, so movement, no nothing. He had only just found him. His life was only just complete. Not now. Please, god, not now.
"This is Captain Nash. Come in 217, over." Nothing. "Firefighter Kinard, come in, over." Silence again.
Somehow Buck found the strength to bring his brain back to life.
"Cap, we gotta get to him-them" He corrected. Bobby went to say something, but Buck didn't give him a chance. "It's Tommy he's.. he was 118, right? Doesn't that make him family?"
Bobby contemplated Bucks' words. Hen, in the end, convinced Cap with a look and a head tilt. She agreed with Buck.
"Hen, you take Buck and Eddie. Chim, you're here with me. Go!"
Buck got into the engine before anybody else. Adrenaline coursed through his body. He didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry, or vomit.
News came in over the radio that the plane had crashed 3 miles away in a field. As the engine turned and raced along side of the field, they got a look at the plane.
It was still intact. As much as it could have been. One wing has broken off and there were holes and scrapes along its sides but no fire. Thank god. Hen radioed for an ambulance as Buck and Eddie ran over to the plane. Its nose was tilted up.
"I can't see inside!" Buck cried out. He tried opening the door but couldn't. It was jammed.
"I'll get the saw, hold on!" Eddie told him, running back to the engine. Buck tried grabbing and pulling and kicking the door to try and open it. A twinge reverberated through his ankle on that last kick, but he didn't notice; too desperate to get inside.
Then he remembered something Tommy had told him once about an emergency hatch underneath. He crawled underneath the belly of the plane and spotted it towards the front end. Thankfully, it didn't take a lot of force to push it up, and quickly, he was hoisting himself inside. He immediately headed for the cockpit.
"Tommy!" He yelled out, voice cracking.
"Evan?" Came the muffled reply. Buck pulled the cockpit door open and saw Tommy still his seat.
"Tommy!" He cried out again, kneeling next to him, eyes scanning the damage. Blood was dripping from a small wound on his forehead. His right hand was holding his stomach as his left held his right shoulder. "Oh my god, are you okay?" His hands hovered over Tommys body continually moving, not knowing where to place them for fear of causing him pain. Tommy shifted, trying to look at Buck and winced.
"Argh! Yeah.. Pretty sure I've.. broken some ribs and.. definitely dislocated my sh-shoulder." Bucks' heart broke a little at the sight as he inspected Tommy's head wound.
"I'm fine, Evan. You need to look at him." He winced again as he gestured behind Buck. Buck turned and suddenly noticed the co-pilot unconscious in the other seat. He'd been so focused on Tommy that he hadn't noticed someone else was there.
"I.. I checked his pulse.. a little up there, but.. but not too much. Breathing is.. is steady, and.."
"I got him, I got him." Buck interrupted over the sounds of Eddie pushing a saw blade through the door. He made quick work of it and was quickly appearing in the cock pit.
"Tommy, man, you alright?"
"I'll live," He replied, hissing in pain. 15 minutes later, the co-pilot was backboarded out of the plane, and Tommy was arguing with Buck about needing his own backboard.
"Tommy you don't know what other injuries you might have! You know the protocol." Buck argued
"You mean the protocol you ignored by leaving a fire to come here?"
"That.. that's different. I-I thought you were.." He couldn't finish sentence. Tears pricked at his eyes and he looked down trying to hide.
Three months. That's how long he had known Tommy, and in that short space of time, he had rooted himself into Bucks heart.
Tommy let go of his ribs for a second, bringing his left hand to Bucks face. He looked up to see Tommy trying to force a smile through his pain.
"I'm really okay." He said softly. "I won't be doing anything strenuous for a while, but I'm okay." A thumb brushed away a tear that had fallen down Bucks cheek.
"You ready, Tommy?" Hen called as she approached the cockpit. Buck sniffed and coughed away his emotions.
"Y-yeah he's good to go." He saw the backboard in Hens' hands. "He won't need that." Hen opened her mouth, but Buck stopped her. "Trust me, I've tried."
~~~
Tommy had correctly diagnosed himself with 2 broken ribs and a shoulder dislocation. An arm in a sling and a few stitches to his head, he laid on the hospital bed sleeping. Buck was sat, chair pulled as close to the bed as possible (he absolutely would have been in the bed with his arms wrapped around him if he could have), stroking small circles into Tommy's hand with his thumb. His hand lightly gripped Bucks, letting him know he was awake.
"Hey." He smiled
"Hey you." Buck tried smiling back but his face couldn't help morph back into something else. "How you feeling?"
"Like I was in a plane crash." He deadpanned. Buck laughed.
"Any idea when they're going to spring you from this joint?"
"They want to observe me over night, and if a is well tomorrow morning."
"Good. Good." Bucks brows furrowed.
"Whats wrong?"
"N-nothing." Even he would admit he sucked at lying.
"Evan." Tommy argued. Buck let out a breath of air.
"I-i just.. I finally understand what my exes were all talking about. When I heard your mayday call I.. I.. " Tommy squeezed his hand.
"Evan, I'm really okay. It's more than okay right now, but that might be the morphine." He added in an attempt to lighten the mood. Buck allowed himself to laugh. But then Tommy face slowly changed to a more serious one.
"Evan.. I am okay yes, but.. with what we both do.. you know there are going to be more moments like this, right? Where either of us could get hurt? If.. if being with me is too going to be too much.."
Buck immediately stopped him.
"No. No, it's not too much. Being with you is never too much. I know that when this started, I wasn't sure about myself and what I wanted, but I am sure about this. About you - I'm not going anywhere." He stood up and placed a gentle kiss onto Tommy's lips.
The nurse insisted he leave a few minutes later to give Tommy a chance to rest. He would be dichaged tomorrow morning, and Buck would pick him up. He'd forgotten his Jeep was in the shop, but he didn't care - he'd find a way. Reluctantly leaving Tommy, he made his way towards the hospital exit only to find Bobby, Chimney, Hen, Eddie, and Ravi in the waiting area.
"W-what are you guys still doing here?"
"We wanted to see if your boyfriend was okay." Chimney replied
"Yeah he's- what?"
Boyfriend. Chimney said boyfriend.
"You didn't think we knew?" Hen teased. All of them stood with smirks on their faces.
"H-how? When?"
"I knew pretty much from the beginning." Hen told him.
"Gaydar." He nodded.
"No!" She lightly slapped his arm. "It was the incessant questions about how i knew I was into women and what it was like for me coming out. And when your eyes starting lighting up when Tommy's name was mentioned in conversation, I knew that he was the reason."
"I saw him driving out of your parking lot when I came to pick you up a few days ago. Why else would he be leaving your place at 6am?" Eddie raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Your sister and I realised when you wouldn't shut up about him." Chimney explained.
"What about you, Bobby?" Buck asked.
"The look in your eyes when his radio call came in. I never would have let you guys go to help otherwise." Buck gave a half embarrassed smile. His eyes moved to Ravi.
"Oh I had no idea until now."
"I-im sorry I didn't tell you guys. I just.. its all so new and.."
"Are you happy?" Bobby asked. Buck sighed and smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah I am."
"Then that's all that matters, kid." Bobby gave him a fatherly hand on the shoulder, and Buck immediately felt all his fear and apprehension melt away.
Tommy lifted his chin and tilted his head to the right. The lower half of his face was covered in fluffy, white shaving cream. To Buck’s amusement, his beefy boyfriend cosplaying as Santa looked hot as hell. Less amused, Buck looked down at the razor in his hand and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Evan, I have to leave for work in an hour. Either you do it, or I have Denato do it when I get there, and I trust you a helluva lot more.” Tommy raised his right hand to scratch the corner of his eye and growled when he caught sight of it covered in a comically thick layer of gauze.
“Here,” Buck said. He reached up and lightly scratched Tommy’s face.
“A little higher,” Tommy said.
Buck scratched next to Tommy’s eyebrow and sighed. “You’re going to be grounded anyway. Why don’t you just call out?”
“I can still be useful,” Tommy insisted.
“Can you?”
“Hey!”
“All I’m saying is you’ve injured your dominant hand. You can’t write or type, and you definitely can’t hold a wrench. Call out. Spend an extra day with me.” Buck’s mouth turned up into a coy grin. “We could go see a movie? Share a bucket of popcorn?”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? I get to pick the movie?”
“Yep. I’ll even buy you a box of Junior Mints.”
“Okay. Sure, let’s do it.” Tommy gave him that soft, gooey smile that made Buck feel gooey in return. He gestured to his foam-covered face with his injured hand and said, “Hand me the washcloth. Might as well skip the shave since I don’t have to.”
Buck shook his head. “Ah, no. I’m weirdly looking forward to doing this. I have this sharp object, and you’re in a vulnerable position. It’s kinda hot, right?”
“No. Not when you put it like that.”
Buck laughed and tilted Tommy’s head. He placed the razor against Tommy’s cheek and carefully drew it down. Tommy just sat there. He didn’t flinch; he didn’t even furrow his brow. Tommy hummed as the blade sheared off his stubble, and Buck smiled faintly as he rinsed off the razor.
“What’s this for?” Tommy asked and tapped against Buck’s dimple.
He created another smooth path next to the first and said with a shrug, “I’m just happy.”
“That I burned my hand taking out crescent rolls, and now I’m at your mercy?”
Buck snorted and tipped Tommy’s chin to slide the blade over his jaw. “I’m happy you’re here and letting me take care of you. I’m happy I get to spend another day with you.” Tommy’s expression sobered. Curiosity and surprise turned into something more unreadable. Buck didn’t push and continued his ministrations to Tommy’s face.
One of the many things Buck had learned on this go-around was that Tommy needed time to process his feelings. When he was overwhelmed, he reacted without thought, which had him walking away from Buck and their relationship six months ago. This time, Buck didn’t push and let Tommy sit with his thoughts as he finished shaving Tommy’s face.
“You know,” Tommy said as Buck rinsed the razor one last time, “even with his bum hand, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
“How’s that?” Buck asked. He ran a washcloth under hot water and then wrung it out.
“You gave me a second chance.”
Buck wiped the leftover residue off Tommy’s face and tossed the cloth into the sink. He cupped Tommy’s neck and leaned in to share a tender peck. “We can’t make it if you’re not here.”
Buck didn’t need to elaborate. Tommy knew the story, knew the meaning, and grinned brightly at Buck. He pushed off the counter and snagged Buck’s hand. Tommy led him out of the bathroom, and said, “Instead of Junior Mints, I want a bag of Sour Patch Kids.”
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Are you gonna put your au fluffubrary in chronological order in like a full fic or masterlist?
Thank you for your ask! I am definitely planning on making a master post with the parts in chronological order come March.
After that it's editing it and throwing it up on A03 in a more cohesive manner. Eventually it might become a proper fic (complete with the angsty bits I left out) but for now I was trying to stick to the spirit of the event as much as possible.
I have a lot of ideas and a 600 word timeline, but I've been writing it day by day, and I'm never 100% sure where it's going until it's done.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, bucktommy fluffebruary, Day1 Unconventional kisses
Series: Part 1 of Bucktommy Fluffebruary
Summary:
Buck loves cooking but he loves even more seeing his boyfriend cooking...
And cooking shirtless is even better, the challange? letting him doing it when he looks so hot doing it.
A little out of time but here it is my first fic of Bucktommy as a new fan of them. I really hope you like it. This idea came just for seeing the prompts so this is very rush writing so sorry in advance.
This is for the @bucktommyfluffebruary Day 1: Unconventional kisses
my offering for day 1 of @bucktommyfluffebruary
decided to make tommy even more exhausted than he was on the hospital scene so that buck has to manhandle his boyfriend ¯_(ツ)_/¯ basically tommy was fighting a wildfire for three days and buck takes care of him when he gets back!
rated T | 2918 words
also on AO3
Tommy hasn’t had a proper rest for the past 72 hours.
He is aching, burning, he is in agony. His bones ache under his skin, his muscles burn from exhaustion and his body is begging him for rest.
He doesn’t remember getting home until he is standing in his driveway, an engine full of equally tired firefighters carefully driving down the street. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with smoke-free air and forces himself to leave behind the hell he just escaped.
Tommy passes by an unusual Jeep parked in his driveway while he drags his feet towards his front door, his brain struggling to give him the answers he needs. It’s only when the door opens before he can muster the strength to take the keys from his pocket that it hits him.
Evan.
Whose brow is furrowed with worry and whose mouth is a mix of contentment and concern. He is wearing one of Tommy’s shirts and gym shorts, both in a rumpled state. He smells of sweat and cleaning products and it takes him another second - Evan has a key.
Of course he does, they exchanged keys the week before. Tommy had told him that he would be on call in the midst of wildfire season and the way Evan’s face had been the definition of worry had tugged at something in his heart. It was easy to pluck the spare key from the drawer and pass it to Evan, it was easier still to add his spare key to his keychain.
It’s both a blessing and a curse to see his boyfriend of two months.
As Tommy wraps his arms around Evan and buries his face on his neck feeling the way the other man’s arms wrap around him just as tightly, he finds himself elated to not have to ask for this, to have his presence so conveniently within reach. But as he clings and melts in the warmth, Tommy feels his exhaustion settle deeper in his bones, chastises himself for being tired, for not taking advantage of every moment spent with Evan, of not being present.
“I’m so happy you’re back,” Evan whispers in his ear, worry giving way to relief, his fingers digging into the sweaty strands of Tommy’s hair. “I saw the news and as soon as I was off I came here,” There is apprehension in his voice as if concerned he might be too much but Tommy just grabs him tighter. “I cleaned your whole house.”
Tommy lets out a tired laugh against the skin of his neck before kissing it, feeling the way Evan shivers under it. He understands the concern, the worry, the desperation. There were many times he wanted to drive towards the 118 after hearing some of their crazier rescues on TV or over dispatch but stopped himself - focused on work, tinkered around a car or punched his worries away. Something warm settles in his chest when he realises he gave Evan the confidence to seek him out, to ask for more.
“I’m very happy that you’re here,” Evan’s body relaxes at his confession and he buries his face on his neck, uncaring for the smell of smoke and sweat. “But I don’t know if I’ll be the best company today.”
Evan breaks the hug and smiles at the soft whine of protest that leaves him unbidden. His hands cup Tommy’s cheeks and he closes his eyes at the way Evan’s thumbs caress the bags under his eyes.
“I’m off for the next 36 hours,” Evan explains and Tommy opens his eyes, giving his boyfriend all his remaining attention. “I’d like to take care of you.” His tone is shy and it clenches something in Tommy’s chest.
He’s not used to being taken care of.
“Evan-”
“You took care of me before,” The other man interrupts his half-hearted protest, finger over his lips. “I want to take care of you too.”
How can he say no to that?
His eyes are wide, unsure whether to believe Evan’s words, the determination in his eyes, the strength in his tone. But he nods, his exhaustion letting that part of him that craves, that yearns, take over his decision. Evan’s smile is blinding and it soothes an ache inside him.
His boyfriend takes his hands and pulls him inside his house, the smell of cleaning supplies and air freshener in every square inch. Evan’s presence is noticeable all around, his boots now sit neatly next to the other man’s shoes, there’s a book he doesn’t recognise on his coffee table and a coat on the back of a kitchen chair. Evan is taking space in his home.
Tommy wishes he would take it all.
Thankfully, he doesn’t say what his sleep-addled mind fantasizes and simply lets Evan guide him towards the second floor and into the bathroom. His eyes blink into awareness as he’s sat on the closed toilet lid, and he looks up at the other man realising that he’d asked him a question.
“Wh-What did you say?”
Evan’s patient smile only makes him feel worse. How can he have such a wonderful man in his house without paying him every drop of attention?
Hands on his cheeks interrupt his chastising thoughts. Evan kisses his forehead, his nose, his cheeks and finally a chaste kiss to his lips. Something inside him purrs at the care, at the affection and he feels that little bubble of shame pop into nothingness.
“I asked if you wanted help taking off your clothes so you can take a shower.”
He blinks his eyes a few times before he slowly pulls off his coat, slow movements like moving through sand and when it’s off, there is a small pinch to the other man’s brow. Tommy takes a breath before pulling up his t-shirt. It goes over his head and he notices that Evan is closer than before. Oh, he helped him.
Evan watches him a second before he nods resolutely. “I’m showering with you.” He declares, pulling off his (Tommy’s) shirt.
“Evan, no,” Tommy protests even as his eyes roam the naked expanse of his boyfriend’s chest. “I’m capable of showering by myself.”
“Tommy,” The other man’s tone is patient but he raises an unimpressed eyebrow as he places his hands on his hips. “I feel like you’re going to fall in the shower if I leave you alone in there and I really don’t want anyone from the LAFD to see your dick except me.”
Tommy lets out a surprised guffaw and Evan’s lips twitch as he tries to keep the chastising expression on his face. He looks up at his boyfriend with a soft smile. “You really don’t have to, babe.”
“I want to,” Evan’s face softens and he helps Tommy to his feet. “Besides, I smell like bleach and sweat, not exactly a sexy combination.”
“I don’t know,” Tommy sways closer to his boyfriend, maybe on purpose, maybe accidentally. “You always smell great to me.”
Evan laughs as their noses bump into each other, a betraying blush covering his cheeks. “You look like you’re five seconds away from falling asleep, Tom, you have no purpose being so charming.”
Tommy laughs with Evan, nodding in reluctant agreement. There’s a press of lips against his before his boyfriend begins unbuttoning his trousers, letting them fall to his feet before pulling down his boxer briefs. With a stabilizing hand on the sink, Tommy steps out of the fabric pooled at his ankles with Evan’s help. While crouched, the other man also takes off his socks and, even naked, Tommy still feels the weight of the past few days.
Evan stands and holds his hands to help him into the shower base. He feels a little annoyed at needing so much help, at feeling so useless and weak but then he looks at Evan’s face, the soft look in his eyes, that beautiful smile and he forces that part down, pushes it away.
It’s okay to ask for help, his therapist once told him. It’s okay to let others take care of you.
His boyfriend discards his clothes quickly so he can join him. Evan turns on the water and carefully maneuvers Tommy under the spray once it's hot enough. It feels so good that Tommy lets out a contented moan. His bones melt under the warmth and he feels Evan’s chuckle like a cold drink in a hot summer or whatever other ridiculous thoughts come to mind when his boyfriend laughs.
“That feel good?”
Tommy hums as Evan joins him under the spray, their bodies close together and he has never been so happy that he upgraded to the wide shower head when he redid the bathroom. Evan had also been very pleased to see the size of his shower the first time he came over, they have found many satisfying ways to make use of the space.
It feels different now, to be so close, so naked and wet and to feel so cared for, without any expectations. All he needs to do is stand there as Evan grabs his shampoo and massages his scalp. It draws another moan from his lips and he takes hold of the other man’s hips with how much he sways in place.
Tommy lets himself be moved, lets Evan run through every inch of his skin with a loofah, lets the scent of his citrusy shower gel fill his nose. He lets himself enjoy the closeness of Evan’s body, his careful touches, his soft words, their chaste kisses. Everything is soft, warm, relaxing and he would really like to have this all the time.
The water shuts off and Tommy blinks his eyes open to look at Evan’s smile. Such a good smile. His boyfriend blushes and he realises he must have said it out loud. But Evan presses their lips together to stop any excuses or apologies to come out of Tommy’s mouth. Probably for the best.
“Don’t worry, babe, nothing you say while you’re this sleep-deprived will be admissible in a court of law.” Evan giggles and Tommy bites the inside of his lip to stop himself from gushing over it.
Evan helps him out of the shower and begins to towel-dry him. There’s still that niggling voice yelling at him for his ineptitude but then his boyfriend will smile up at him and that voice gets quieter and quieter.
It’s okay to let others take care of you.
Tommy has a towel wrapped around his waist and lets Evan guide him to his bedroom and groans as he sits on the bed, his body no longer used to the softness of the seat. He is flagging and Evan must know it because in no time, Tommy is wearing soft and clean clothes and he flutters his eyes awake to see Evan already wearing one of his hoodies and sweats. God, he looks good.
Tommy groans inwardly when Evan blushes again. “I have no control over this.” He mutters as an apology.
Evan smiles softly and runs his fingers down the side of Tommy’s face, he hums in pleasure at the touch. “I’m not complaining.”
“I promise I’ll compliment you so much more when I can actually think again.”
Evan laughs and that warm feeling nestles in his chest. “I’ll remind you of that promise when you can actually think again,” Tommy nods and sighs at the soft kiss planted on his forehead. “Think you can stay awake long enough to eat one of the bacon muffins I made?”
“You made muffins?” Tommy mumbles and his stomach grumbles at the thought of food.
“I got an alert about the wind shifting directions and scrubbing the kitchen grout wasn’t getting the job done anymore,” Evan pulls him up to his feet and kisses the concerned wrinkles of his frown. “I made bacon, chocolate and rhubarb muffins,” He scratches at the back of his neck looking away with a blush. “Your freezer is a little full now.”
Tommy grins, incredibly fond of the man in front of him. He pulls his face up to by the chin to land a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. Evan sighs into the kiss and his shoulders relax. “I can’t wait to try them all, babe.”
Evan grins and lands a smacking kiss on Tommy’s lips that makes him laugh. “Come on, then!”
He’s seated at the kitchen table before he knows what’s going on. There was definitely a lot of stress-cleaning going on, his oven looks like it just came out of the store. But, despite the satisfaction of a clean house, all he sees is the stress he put Evan through.
He thinks of oil stains in his hands. Of muscles aching from overwork. Of the beaten up state of his punching bags. Wonders if Evan would see the same.
The microwave beeps and then there’s the smell of a warm muffin in front of him, bacon wafting up to his nose. His mouth waters and the first bite is divine and he lets out a moan to show it. Tommy is only able to see Evan’s proud grin when he’s finished, licking his fingers to get the last of the taste.
“Good?” Evan asks, approaching him and running his fingers through his damp hair.
Tommy wraps his arms around Evan’s waist, resting his chin on his belly and closing his eyes at the caress. “So good.”
Evan bends down to kiss his forehead, fingernails scraping pleasantly on his scalp and he hums sleepily. “I think I should get you into bed before you pass out.”
“That’s very forward of you, Evan Buckley,” Tommy mumbles, eyebrow raised even with his eyes shut. “I’m not that easy.”
Evan giggles and Tommy feels a small smile on his lips. “Alright, Thomas Kinard, I won’t take advantage of you.”
“Good,” Tommy forces his eyes open when Evan urges him to stand and accepts the soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “My boyfriend would kick your ass.”
Evan grins and pulls him towards the stairs again. “He would?”
“Oh yeah,” Tommy returns the grin, clinging to the last remaining energy the muffin gave him. “He’s got big muscles and these long ass legs, the whole package.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Evan is blushing even as he keeps the smirk on his face. “I think I could take him, you’re worth fighting for.”
Tommy’s breath hitches at the honesty in his voice.
His boyfriend’s blush goes down his neck and he’s fairly sure it’s spread to his chest, he clears his throat. “You should brush your teeth before bed.”
Tommy goes in a haze, automatically brushing his teeth as his mind rushes through the idea that Evan would fight for him, that he was worth fighting for, worth keeping. Uh.
He walks into the bedroom to find Evan sitting at the foot of the bed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Maybe he wasn’t expecting it either, maybe he regretted it.
“Evan-”
“I mean it,” Evan blurts out and Tommy quiets. “I did but we don’t need to talk about it tonight,” He stands from the bed to take his hands and pulls him towards the bed. “You need sleep and so do I.”
Maybe it wasn’t the time for a talk, Tommy was sure that he shouldn’t be trusted with words at the moment. But he didn’t want it to go unnoticed. He presses his lips to Evan’s in a soft kiss.
“Thank you,” He whispers. “Not just for your words but for taking care of me.”
“You don’t have to-”
Tommy kisses him again, this time with more fervor, interrupting him. “Thank you.”
Evan nods and directs them to bed. The sheets are cold but they smell clean and fruity and his boyfriend is warm. Tommy sighs when they stop shuffling around in bed, his head resting on Evan’s chest and arm wrapped around his torso. Evan’s fingers run along his hair and he feels all the tension, the exhaustion, the anxiety, the unworthiness fall away from him. Evan’s touch is a balm to every ache, every wound and every hurt.
He falls asleep warm, content, happy.
The sun is shining bright when he opens his eyes. A sigh escapes him at the satisfaction of a good night’s sleep and at the fingers casually creating shapes on his clothed back.
Tommy looks up from the torso he used as a pillow the whole night to see Evan already awake, scrolling through his phone with a focused frown. His hair is messy from sleep, growing curls falling every which way. He’s been awake for a while, his eyes don’t hold that just-woke-up look they do when they wake up together.
Evan’s been awake for a while but hasn’t moved because Tommy was sleeping on him. A warm feeling that feels a lot like showering together, like home baked muffins, like “you’re worth fighting for”, floods his chest.
Fuck…
Tommy might just be on his way to falling in love with Evan Buckley.
And, as if his emotional turmoil was loud enough for his boyfriend to notice, Evan looks down at him. His smile is bright and his eyes are focused on him. Tommy is having a little difficulty breathing but forces a deep breath when the other man’s hand moves up to his hair.
“Slept well?”
Tommy is definitely going to fall in love with Evan Buckley.
