aka the bucktommyjosh fic (set after 8x06) words: 6k • rating: E • M/M/M threesome

The club is pulsating with the kind of energy you can only find on a weekend night in the queer scene in LA, a sea of bodies on the dancefloor, moving in waves, grooving to the music thumping from the overhead speakers. It’s an oldies night, DJ SAZ playing hit after hit from two, even three decades ago, reviving the unbeatable pop scene of the late 90’s and early 00’s. Josh is having the time of his life. He’s downed four cocktails and paid for none of them, and while his prospective suitors were all undeniably attractive, he’s dancing with none other than Evan Buckley tonight. 

It’s taken him a good hour to come out of his shell which surprised Josh. He’d heard all about the probationary firefighter who stole a ladder truck and hooked up with a caller on the roof of her building — one thing about dispatchers is that they love to gossip, and word got around. That’s not the man who showed up at his door tonight, dressed as if he was going to the farmer’s market. Josh had taken one look at him and pulled him in, got him out of the denim button-up and into a too-tight V-neck that showed off his arms and his pecs and just a little sneak peek of chest hair. Buck had the sense to wear a pair of black jeans, at the very least. Josh ran his hand through Buck’s hair, messing it up just a little, and told him everyone’s gonna want a piece of him tonight, grinning at the way Buck’s cheeks flooded with colour at the compliment. 

Buck had turned down three people who were brave enough to come up to him and ask him to dance, and there were several other men openly leering at him as he waded through the crowd, holding Josh’s hand so as not to lose him as they made their way to the bar. He’d stayed close to Josh and sipped his drink and watched the rest of the club-goers, leaning over to speak close to Josh’s ear every now and then so he’d be heard over the music. It occurred to Josh, at some point, to let him know that people would assume the two of them were there together. 

Buck looked thoughtful for a second. “Would that be so bad?”

“No,” Josh couldn’t help but grin. “No, it wouldn’t.”

[continue reading on ao3]

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@911-rarepair-week

Tommy Kinard/Josh Russo

Prompt: what's your emergency?

I started writing a fic but life (and my brain) got in the way so I didn't finish in time.

The story goes:

Josh is about to get jumped (s03e12) but the men only manage to get one tiny punch in before a knight in the shining armour shows up (Tommy) and saves the day. He’s all “What is going on here??” and then uses the magic of muai thai to knock one bad guy out, incapacitate the date guy (can’t remember his name, don’t care) but the third one escapes (it doesn’t matter though cause they gonna get the plan from the other two)

Josh is all 🥹😍🤩

Tommy tells him to call 9-1-1 (this is where the prompt comes in) and kinda listens into the convo (and notes that the cute guy he just saved introduces himself as Josh the dispatcher and it kinda clicks in his head that he heard his lovely voice before uwu)

Then there is chaos when police arrives, they whisk them both into the station for statements and in the end they don’t really have time to say a word to each other before they need to go their own ways.

Josh is still a bit traumatised by what happened but also can’t get this beefcake of a man who came to his rescue out of his head. Maddie is all “omg it’s your prince charming, you gotta find him!” and Josh is like “he’s probably straight and even if I was to break the law and stalk him I think I’m just gonna give up on dating altogether and stay single and miserable for the rest of my life. Romance is dead.”

Meanwhile Tommy knows a guy who told him Josh was on shift that day and decided to check up on the cute dispatcher with a dreamy voice he sometimes hears through the radio and maybe score a date or ten.

Sometime down the line Buck and Tommy break up amicably and stay friends and buddie happens. Buck feels kinda guilty though, partially because he feels like he might've unintentionally led Tommy on and partially because every time they talk he ends up mentioning Eddie. And Tommy is still single.

So, this rather needless guilt is just sitting in the back of Buck’s mind. And then one night, he ends up over at Maddie and Chim’s for drinks or whatever and Josh happens to be there. Josh is sipping wine and bemoaning how single he is.

And Buck gets an idea.

Buck: Hey, Josh, how’d you like to date a hot, charming firefighter?

Josh: How is that even a question?

Of course, Buck sets them up, and to everyone's delight it goes rather well! They have a similar sense of humor, full of snark and wit, so the banter is Level 100. Josh likes that Tommy is gentleman, picking him up, driving, picking up the check. Josh knows he can take care of himself, but it's nice, to feel a little special sometimes. To have some attention. And if how Tommy went about asking Buck out was anything to go by, Tommy likes treating!

Josh wasn't even going to go.

He'd gotten the invitation over Facebook first, then an honest-to-god gold embossed letter in the mail. Josh Russo was cordially invited to his twenty year high school reunion. Ugh.

or, Tommy shoots his shot

He’s just turned the corner in the grocery store a few blocks from the dispatch center when his cart hits someone and all he hears is an oof. He hadn’t been paying attention trying to find the weird keto chips that Buck insists on having every time they play poker at Maddie and Chim’s place. They’d planned another game night to get Buck’s mind off Tommy and The Breakup™️ and the chips were supposed to be Josh’s contribution.

When he finally looks up he’s greeted by the prettiest blue eyes and a wicked grin and… “Tommy?”

“Josh, hey,” Tommy greets fake enthusiasm painting his words. “How you been?”

“I’m fine. Hey look I gotta find these chips that a buddy asked for and then get going. It was nice seeing you.”