#ler!tommy

Tommy was an early riser, force of habit from his time in the army. Buck however preferred to sleep in when he could and got easily annoyed by his alarms. Tommy learned that fact about him relatively quickly and opted to waking him up himself, he always seemed to wake up in a better mood that way. Tommy's alarms were set to vibrate, the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table was enough to wake him up but not disturb Buck just yet. It was yet another day were Tommy had stayed over at Buck's since he had no shift, he had set an alarm for 30 minutes before Buck actually had to be up to give him time to 'work his magic' as Eddie called it. His phone vibrated, he was quick to turn it off, laying on his back, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to being awake. Once he was settled, he turned to press his chest to Buck's back, softly rubbing his arm and pressing little kisses to his shoulder. Buck hummed, sounding a little annoyed at being awoken, but still pleased at the affection from his boyfriend.

"Good morning My Love, you've gotta get up." Tommy kept his voice low, not wanting to ruin the soft atmosphere of the bedroom. Buck let out a groan of defiance, turning to be chest to chest with Tommy, with his face in his neck.

"You've got a shift Baby." Tommy reminds him, one hand playing with his messy curls, the other tracing his spine.

"Can't you just call me in sick? I'd rather sleep in than deal with Gerard again today, he's being so weird." Buck whined, his voice still deep and gravely from being unused. Tommy huffed in sympathy, giving his boyfriend a tight squeeze.

"You've gotta go Babe, you can't leave the rest of them to fend for themselves. I'll even drive you there and we can stop and get coffee." He felt Buck huff against his neck before tightening his hold on his waist.

"Ten more minutes..." Tommy could hear Buck drifting back to sleep in the slow slur of his sentence.

"No, now Evan, up come on!" Tommy chirped, pressing his fingers into the youngers ribs, producing a yelp.

"Tohohohmmy! Thahahat's nohohohot fahahahair!"

"You need to get up, you didn't listen to my words so I found an alternative~" Tommy's hands crawled around curiously, finding what spots make him jump, kick, yelp, whine, ext. When he pressed his thumb into his hip it was like he hot wired a car.

"AAAHHH ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I'M UHUHUP I'M UHUHUHUP I PROHOHOHOMISE!"

"Good," Tommy preaned, pressing a quick kiss to his panting boyfriend’s lips, "get in the shower, I'll place a pick up order for that coffee place that you like with one of those pizza pastries." Buck couldn't even be mad if he tried.

Tommy has always been very observant, and one thing he picked up on quickly was that Buck always covered his mouth if he was really laughing. A giggle, chuckle, or amused huff was fine, but an actual laugh was covered up.

"Baby, why do you always do that?" Tommy asks softly, gently tugging his wrist away from his mouth.

"Do what?" Buck replied, playing dumb. Tommy had made a sarcastic joke in response to the show they were watching, and Buck immediately covered his mouth.

"You always cover your mouth when you're laughing, Evan. Why?" Tommy had only ever heard his unrestricted laugh a handful of times, but it was his favorite thing in the world. Buck huffed softly, slightly turning away from him.

"My laugh is horrendous, I sound like a dying donkey." Tommy's jaw dropped momentarily before he shuffled closer to wrap his boyfriend in a tight backwards hug.

"No, it is not! Your laugh is one of my favorite sounds! You sound happy and carefree and I love that." Tommy could feel Buck's blush from where their heads were pressed together. Buck's hands rested on top of Tommy's, playing with his fingers, listening intently.

"As sweet as that is Honey, it's not true. I hate my laugh, it's so ugly- HEHEY!" Tommy cut off his self-deprecating rant with a few pokes to his sides.

"Stop talking about yourself like that! My boyfriend has the most beautiful laugh in the world and should stop hiding it! See? It even brings the sun out!" Tommy joked, the clouds having moved right as Buck had laughed out loud. He quickly, instinctively, covered his mouth again as Tommy pulled him back into his chest.

"Stop it, I wanna hear you say it~! Say your laugh is beautiful~!" Buck could hear the slight tease in his voice but he was too focused on Tommy's long, strong fingers pressing into his ribs like piano keys. His hands came down to tug at the offending fingers, hearing Tommy's hum of approval in his ear.

"STOHOHOOHOP IHIHIHIHIT!" Buck whined, throwing his head back onto Tommy's shoulder dramatically, thudding his feet on the couch's armrest.

"Say it~" He purred in his boyfriend’s ear, softly chuckling along with him. Buck shook his head dramatically, making a big show of squirming in his hold.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" Tommy rolled his eyes fondly, walking his fingers down as he pressed barely there kisses behind his ear.

"Say it, or I'm going you know where~" Buck's eyes widened suddenly, he did, in fact, know exactly where. That junction of thigh and hip. This time Buck actually grabbed to stop him.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY OHOHOHOHOKAY!.....My lahaugh ihis...beheautihiful." Tommy gently held his hands and kissed all over his laugh flushed face, pulling a few more giggles out of the blonde.

"Thank you Baby, and don't you ever forget it! Or cover your mouth, I won't hesitate to remind you." Buck's eyes shined with adoration as he melted back into him. Tommy was slowly undoing every insecurity his exes and parents had put on him.

During L’manberg times, Wilbur was known for overworking himself.

He did it very often, too often. It was concerning, and many people worried for him. But he didn’t care; it was important work that NEEDED done! He couldn’t just take breaks.

Well, now, all of that came back to bite him in the ass.. Or, more like in the back. Because he always kept such terrible posture with how much he was in the chair, and all he had in limbo was concrete floor and walls?

He came back to life with a shit load of back / shoulder pain and problems.

And there was one person who fell victim to his complaining over it.

Tommyinnit.

Wilbur had a tendency to complain about his back or shoulders hurting when he was around Tommy. He’d attempt to stretch—never ended very well. It just hurt. He did often crack his back, while it did help for about five seconds, the pain would come back not long after.

He was currently with Tommy, which his shoulders were absolutely killing him, by the way. He made an attempt to stretch his arms out to help, before Tommy spoke up.

“You do realize that won’t help, right? Same with cracking your back, you do it too much. You’ll just worsen it.” Tommy spoke flatly as he looked up at Wilbur, setting down a flower he previously held to push his white streak of hair out of his face. Seeing Tommy do this made Wilbur do the same with his own.

“I haven’t got any other options, do I?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault.”

“Well.. It is, though. We did tell you, you should have stopped overworking yourself. Or to at least fix your posture; God, that was awful. And it still is! You do not learn, do you?” Tommy was lecturing Wilbur now, which only made the brunette place a finger to Tommy’s lips.

“Shut up, child. I don’t need a lecture from you.” Wilbur glared at Tommy, who just shoved his hand away.

“Okay, well, constantly cracking your back or doing.. whatever that was, isn’t gonna help it. Do you want me to help, or something?” Tommy placed a hand on Wilbur’s back, as if he were comforting him.

“Nothing will help it, I’m sure this has to be permanent by now.” Wilbur’s tone remained monotone, he sounded annoyed in a way. Stressed?

“Uhh..” Tommy thought for a moment. “Would a massage help..? It would at least relax you a little bit.” He offered, but even he sounded unsure.

The suggestion made Wilbur pause; he hadn’t been given a massage in… Well, he didn’t even know how long.

“Maybe? I don’t know..” Wilbur ran his hands down his face, a deep sigh escaping past his lips. This seemed to be bothering him more than Tommy thought.

“Alright- uhm.. Let me just..” Tommy moved from his current position, and sat on his knees behind Wilbur. He gently placed his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders; Wilbur tensed up almost immediately.

“Fuckin’ hell, man,” Tommy muttered under his breath, it was really all he had to say.

“Don’t judge me.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, tensing again as Tommy began massaging the area around his shoulders. Isn’t this supposed to make him do the opposite?

“I’m judging you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you, don’t be a dick!” Tommy poked Wilbur in the dead center of his spine, grinning as the man arched forward with a soft squeak. He went back to massaging Wilbur’s shoulders, being as gentle but firm as he could.

After a few minutes, Wilbur finally relaxed a little. This made Tommy smile. He moved his hands a little closer to Wilbur’s neck, his thumbs firmly rubbing the spot in small circles.

Wilbur immediately tensed again, reaching his hands back to grab onto Tommy’s and stop him. Tommy smirked knowingly.

“Really? You can’t even handle a little massage?” He teased, freeing his hands from Wilbur’s hold with ease.

“Shut up, you fucking bitch!” Wilbur smacked Tommy’s hand.

Tommy placed his hands back near the crook of his neck, smirking when Wilbur flinched.

“Tommy, don’t even think abOUT IT!” Wilbur’s voice cracked when Tommy very, very lightly dragged a single finger down the back of his neck. A shiver went down his spine, he was quick to grab onto Tommy’s hand again. This didn’t stop the teen, absolutely not.

“I’m thinking about it. Wanna be a dick again?” Tommy placed his hands back on Wilbur’s shoulders.

“No! No.. Just- Continue, please?” Wilbur sighed, relaxing his shoulders.

“Hmm. Apologize first.” This sentence made Wilbur immediately turn himself around to face Tommy.

“Apologize!?” Wilbur sputtered. “No, I didn’t even do anything! What have I got to apologize for?”

“You told me to shut up, you called me a bitch, and you hit me! Apologize!” Tommy complained as he crossed his arms. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you deserved that. I’m not apologizing.” The look on Wilbur’s face became smug, as Tommy’s fell into a blank stare.

“Hm. Alright then.” Tommy hummed, and didn’t say a word as he latched his hands onto the sides of Wilbur’s ribs, digging his fingers on the spaces between the bones.

He couldn’t help but smile as Wilbur went from being smug and cocky, to panicked and shrieking of laughter.

“You going to apologize?” Tommy moved his hands up, vibrating his fingers under Wilbur’s arms as the man fell to the ground helplessly.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur pressed his arms against his sides in an attempt to evade Tommy’s stupid, horrible, evil tickling.

“No? Okay.” Tommy easily turned Wilbur over and pinned him down, making him stuck laying on his stomach. Tommy’s hands found their way to the backs of Wilbur’s ribs, and he dug his fingers onto the spot. Wilbur screamed, immediately reaching behind himself to stop Tommy, but finding it to be quite difficult.

Tommy really couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Wilbur like this, a helpless mess of giggles and shrieks. It was adorable.

“How about now? You gonna give up?” The teen kept his teasing tone. It pissed Wilbur off how easily flustered his little brother could make him.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur was now screaming in laughter, barely being able to muster up any words aside from “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

“Apologize!” Tommy nagged, clawing his hands up and down Wilbur’s ribs. He even shot one hand up to vibrate on the man’s underarm..

That’s what did it for Wilbur.

“OkaHAHAHAY! I’M SORRY! PLEHEHEASE!” Wilbur pleaded, and Tommy immediately stopped and moved back a little. Wilbur melted against the ground, greedily taking in big gulps of air as he tried to compose himself.

Tommy placed a comforting hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, frowning a little at the way the man tensed.

“I’m done, Wil. I promise,” Tommy’s tone flipped around entirely, switching from teasy and a little pestering, to sweet and reassuring. This relaxed Wilbur.. He hadn’t felt relaxed in a long time.

And Tommy is the one who helped him.

Tommy.

Wilbur took a deep breath and looked up at Tommy. He was quiet as he spoke, “thank you.”

Tommy blinked, then smiled fondly. “You’re welcome.” He looked down at Wilbur.

“..Do you want to get off the grOUND-“ Tommy yelped through his words as he was suddenly pulled down to the ground by Wilbur. Tommy rolled his eyes as Wilbur wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso, cuddling him close. This wasn’t like Wilbur, at all. But Tommy wasn’t gonna complain about it.

“..You know we can’t just lie here on the ground, right?” “Yes we can.”

“…Alright then.”