WIP Wednesday
tagged by the lovely @trombonechurchill and @leashybebes (and i'm sure more ppl but i have been in a writing rut and forgot!) bringing some salbucktommy (with hints of salginabucktommy... don't ask, it's complicated, also be nice to me) into the world!
"Buck it is," Sal softens his smile, his hand still outstretched.
He has that kind, friendly smile that has become more rare as they grew up, as they joined the business. Tommy could never forget how it makes him feel.
He remembers his 13th birthday and Sal handing him a gift with that smile. Remembers high school prom and dancing together behind the gym because Tommy didn't bring a date. Remembers Sal and Gina's wedding, the way they smiled at each other during their vows, during the ceremony. Remembers Gina pulling his hand to join them in their dance and that smile was there, mirrored in her face.
That smile means love, care. It takes his breath away, makes his heart hammer in his chest, makes his hands sweat. It's a simple smile and yet…
He catches the way Evan's throat bobs as he takes Sal's hand, his eyes roaming the other man's features, the length of his arm. Evan takes Sal in and there's a mild burn in Tommy's stomach, yearning, longing.
"Wh-What can I get you?" Evan stutters as he lets go of Sal's hand, placing both of his on his waist, fingers drumming, eyes glancing between the two of them. The burn eases with those glances.
"I'll take an iced tea." Sal nods, turning his back to the counter again to keep an eye on the door again. He still manages to keep an eye on the bartender. He's always been good at multitasking.
Evan nods and his smile is just as beautiful, just as breathtaking, just as heart racing. "A-And you?"
And those blue eyes are like a balm to his soul, to his being.
"Surprise me."
And Tommy has to keep himself from laughing when Evan freezes for a second, mind clearly racing, synapses firing in his brain, before he rushes to the bar, pulling bottles from several shelves.
"Someone's pissed at you." Sal speaks against his ear, outright glee in his voice.
Tommy spares a glance at the brown eyed glare of the fiery redhead and tamps down the urge to be smug. Doesn't spare her more than a quick look, more interested in the way Evan moves behind the bar.
He's temptation. He's desire. Longing.
The way his tongue peeks out from his mouth in concentration. The way he'll glance at the two of them every so often with pink cheeks. The way he all but bounces back with two drinks in his hands.
He tempts Tommy, makes him desire him, makes him long for him.
"An iced tea for Sal," And Evan's eyes light up when Sal smiles again, when their fingers touch as the cold glass is passed between them, when Sal nods in approval after his first sip. He turns to Tommy then, passing him his drink too. "And a surprise for you."
Tommy is tempted to keep their hands connected. He desires Evan's eyes on him at all time. He longs for his focus on him.
He doesn't drop eye contact as he brings the glass to his lips, burns inside at the look of concentration, of eagerness in Evan's eyes. His parted lips, tongue peeking out, hands wringing the towel in their hold.
Temptation. Desire. Longing.
no pressure tagging: @frogsinflannel @s3tm3onfir3 @seen-the-stars @cottagecori @hazeystar and whoever else wants to participate!
