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Summary: Buck and Tommy have a little accident one night. Buck devises a plan to make sure that it doesn't happen again.
Read on AO3, excerpt below
Tommy stared at the diner menu in front of him, eyes roaming over the same several lines without reading them. Guilt sat heavy in his stomach, so he wasn’t sure what he’d even be able to eat. But he couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look across the table at Evan.
“I’m so hungry,” Evan said, and Tommy could hear the sound of the sticky, plastic coated pages being turned back and forth. “Do I want breakfast or dinner? A burger maybe?”
“Anything you want,” Tommy said without looking up. “You haven’t really eaten today.”
“That’s true,” Evan agreed, the sticky pages turning again. “I wonder if they’d let me get a side of pancakes with my burger…”
“Why don’t you get the burger. I’ll order breakfast and you can have my pancakes.”
“Deal!” Evan said cheerfully.
Evan’s cheerful voice still wasn’t enough to assuage Tommy’s guilt. He sighed.
“Tommy,” Evan said gently. “I’m fine-”
Evan didn’t finish his thought. The bell at the diner’s door jingled as someone walked in.
“Hey guys,” Eddie called out as he approached their booth.
Tommy finally looked up and across at Evan. “I didn’t realize you’d invited Eddie,” he said quietly.
Evan gave him an apologetic look then turned toward Eddie. “Hey, man.”
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and Tommy tried to imagine seeing Evan through Eddie’s eyes. Evan had dark bruises spreading from the bridge of his nose beneath his eyes. His nose was swollen and red, a big scrape and bruise in the middle of his forehead that disappeared beneath a bandage he’d received at the hospital. With his short sleeved shirt, Tommy could also see where the inside of his elbow was bruised, thanks to an intern in the ER who had struggled to find his vein.
Tommy had been afraid to look at him too much, feeling absolutely sick that he’d been the cause of that pain.
“Jesus,” Eddie said under his breath. “What the hell happened?”
Eddie turned and looked at Tommy, assessing him, no doubt noticing that Tommy was completely injury free.
“Sit down so we can order some food,” Evan said impatiently.
Eddie took the seat next to Evan, did a quick scan of the menu, then shut it. Their waitress came soon after to take their order and bring them their drinks, then left them to it.
“One of you better talk,” Eddie said, looking between them, then his eyes landed on Evan and he lowered his voice. “He didn’t do that to you, did he?” he asked, jerking his thumb toward Tommy.
“Not on purpose,” Evan said.
Tommy winced and Eddie glared at him.
“Listen,” Evan said calmly. “I’m fine, okay? Both of you need to calm down about it. But Eddie, there’s a reason I asked you to meet up with us.”
The longest ongoing argument between Shane and Ilya is who made the first move. Their friends and teammates have learned to never ask that question or they'll argue about it for hours.
"So, how did you two meet?" That was fine, safe territory.
They both answered the same way, "a parking lot in Saskatchewan when we were 17."
But, the question, "so who made the first move?" Unsafe territory, turn back now.
"You introduced yourself to me!"
"That wasn't making a move! You organized a whole photoshoot."
"You shook my hand, twice! You looked me up and down!"
"I did not!"
"You had a crush on me."
"You had a crush on me!"
"You called me a hot player to watch."
"I did not and you know that, Rozanov."
"My English wasn't good."
"You - okay, draft night?"
"What about it? Oh, when you kept staring at my cock?"
"No! When you kept touching my hand and had your legs all spread in front of me!"
"You were staring at me."
"You winked at me."
"You took water bottle."
"Because you told me to!"
"Well, you were blushing on photoshoot."
"You called me pretty, twice!"
"You were laughing!"
"So were you!"
"Because you kept looking at me like - like that!"
"You told me you organized the shoot!"
"You agreed to it! You wanted to see me again."
"You starting jerking off at me in the shower!"
"Only because you were checking out my ass!"
"I was not!"
"Yes, you were! I would not do that if you were not checking me out!"
"You asked for my room number!"
"You waited for me to come out of the shower - I gave you time to leave!"
"I was drying my hair."
"You were waiting for me."
"I was not, I just wanted to talk!"
"Talk! You wanted to talk to hot Russian you invited to your room at night?"
we made it to the end! this has been an amazing experience, it feels like a community endeavor, i love each and every one of you <3
part one, part two, part three & part four.
-> also on ao3
The lasagna was still in the oven, when Tommy arrived, so they were enjoying the view from one of the balconies. Buck had stuck the magnetic timer to one of the outside chairs, so he'd hear it and the food wouldn't burn.
”You're definitely paying for the view.”
Buck snorted. ”I think I'm paying for everything.”
”The sunset must look unreal from here, with all those windows.”
”The sunrise isn't half bad either.” Buck turned and pointed up to the loft, where his bed was. ”Waking up early is pretty great, when you don't have to get out of bed to see it.”
Tommy regarded the loft. ”Alright, I'm starting to see the advantages of not having walls.”
Buck looked up as well, then back to Tommy. ”It's not about the walls, it's about the windows.”
”Having a lot of windows doesn't matter, if you have a lot of walls.”
”What are you talking about–”
They both jumped at the sound of the timer. Buck rushed to get the oven. He was extra careful, pulling the dish out of the oven. It would be just his luck to drop the thing, after spending all afternoon making it. He heard the timer magnetise onto the fridge, before he felt Tommy at his shoulder.
Tommy whistled. ”Looks delicious.”
”Yeah?”
”Very.” He patted Buck on the hip. ”Need help with anything?”
”If you could,” he gestured to the sides still sitting on the island. ”I'll get the drinks.”
As they sat down, Buck took in the spread before them. He was pretty happy with his efforts, even though he could think of a few things he could've done better. He hadn't asked about Tommy's preferences ahead of time. He waited to dig in, until Tommy did.
Tommy pointed to his plate with his fork. ”This is incredible.”
”Thank you,” Buck preened, relieved.
”I remember Bobby's lasagna. This is not that.”
”He's probably improved it, since you had it last.”
”Oh, no, baby, this is all you, I'm sure of it.”
Baby. The spine tingles persisted.
”I try,” he blushed. ”Bobby is a great teacher.”
”And you're a great student.”
His fork halted halfway to his mouth. ”Oh.”
”Doesn't matter how great he is. This,” Tommy gestured to the food, ”takes skill.”
He almost felt a lump in his throat. ”Th-thank you.”
Tommy smiled and kept eating. He loved everything and wasn't too shy to say so. It was the restaurant all over again. They kept talking.
They took a break between dinner and dessert, to go watch the sunset from the balcony, only to come back inside, and keep talking. Buck was running out of snacks and drinks to offer, but he didn't want Tommy to go. Buck had had his fair share of intense friendships over the years, but this was something else. The conversation was still flowing easily, and Tommy had made no indications about heading home, yet all Buck could think was don't leave.
Tommy was beautiful. When he laughed, it beamed out of his whole body. Even at rest, it was so clear on his face how much he'd smiled in his life. He followed everything Buck said so closely, taking all of it in and responding.
His chest felt tight, when he thought about how he wanted to do this every night. He wanted to listen to and know all of Tommy's stories. He wanted to call him when work was slow. He wanted him to breathe down his neck, while he read every plaque, at every museum in all of LA. He wanted to know every offensive hat Tommy owned.
They were already sitting at the corner of the table, right next to each other, but Buck scooted his chair back, to get the table out of the way. ”Come here for a sec?”
Tommy scooted back, too, then angled himself toward him. ”What's up?”
”I just need to–” His fingers clutched uselessly at the air, before he committed. His hands found the sides of Tommy's face and pulled him close. Tommy kept his eyes open, until the last second – maybe longer. Buck closed his eyes. Tommy's lips were warm and a little wet.
The kiss wasn't deep enough to taste him, but deep enough to make a small sound when they parted.
”Oh.”
”Oh?”
”Oh,” Buck said and dove back in. This was the part that was missing. He would've fallen off the chair, in his quest to get closer, if Tommy hadn't grabbed the legs and hitched it forward. Buck's weight made the chair screech across the floor. He wound his arms around Tommy's shoulders, holding on tightly, as if Tommy was going somewhere.
The position was awkward, their knees kept them apart. The only place Tommy's hands could comfortably go, was on Buck's thighs.
Buck broke the kiss, to take a breath, but didn't move away. His fingers found Tommy's bottom lip, needing to touch. ”Sorry, was that– was that OK?”
A smile bloomed across Tommy's face. ”Yeah, baby, that was OK.”
”I love when you call me that,” Buck said, more than a little dazed.
”I can tell.” Tommy nuzzled the side of his face. Buck was helpless not to chase it.
”Is that– is that why you do it?” His fingers trailed up the side of Tommy's face, to touch the smile lines around his eyes.
He could feel Tommy grin against his cheek. ”Well, we can't both be Boyfriend. That would be confusing.”
”You're not funny.”
”I'm hilarious.”
Buck giggled, and squirmed at the feeling of Tommy's scruff. ”You're not, I just smile a lot.”
”Get over here and smile some more.”
Buck abandoned his chair, and sat across Tommy's lap instead – this was not a straddling situation. The chair creaked and they both sat carefully still for a second. As solid as Tommy's lap felt, the chair didn't seem to be.
”I think we're good.”
”You sure?” Buck asked, hand reaching behind him for the kitchen island, just in case. Tommy wiggled, but there were no additional ominous sounds. ”This is not a problem I've ever had before,” he muttered.
Tommy laughed and buried his face in the crook of Buck's neck. Buck dug him out so they could kiss again.
Kissing Tommy was … well, it wasn't the kiss itself, it was his arms. They were so strong around him, it didn't feel like he could move, unless Tommy allowed him to.
This was what was missing. This was how all of their dates should have ended. He should have kissed Tommy after they got coffee, after they closed out the restaurant. He should have kissed him infront of the dire wolves, and after the aloe in the parking lot. He should have kissed him when Tommy held his hand at the Pollinator Meadow. He should have shoved Tommy into one of the helicopters at Harbor.
The only time he was happy about them not kissing, was at the club. If they'd kissed at the club, Buck wouldn't have remembered it, and not remembering his first kiss with Tommy would have broken his heart.
Their first kiss, was right here, in his kitchen, and he was going to remember that for the rest of his life.
”You OK?” Tommy asked softly.
”Yeah,” he smiled. ”Yeah, I think I just needed to catch up.”
”Catch up?”
”To you.” It was a little nonsensical, but Tommy seemed to understand.
”I'm glad you did.” Tommy nuzzled him.
They fell quiet again, for a moment. Buck tried to take it all in. What it felt like to be kissed by Tommy, how the breadth of his shoulders felt under his hands, how safe he felt. He touched his fingertips to Tommy's facial hair, and wondered at the fact that it didn't matter. Tommy being a man wasn't a factor at all.
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I put this on Tiktok but I haven't been on Tumblr in so long that I hadn't put it here yet! I love how he was carefully trying to avoid spoilers, even though I very carefully asked non-spoilery questions 🤭🥰
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Autistic Shane Hollander thinking he made a new friend, not realizing they were hitting on him, his social cues make it hard to pick up on those things, and Ilya being the lovely boyfriend he is and sarcastic boyfriend he is has to tell his sweetheart baby that they did in-fact not want to be his friend while laughing a little bit, then gives him face kisses because it makes Shane a little sad he didn’t make new friend and he feels bad for him.
Autistic Tommy forgot his headphones at his apartment while at bucks and he's overstimulated, and needs some quiet so buck having ADHD has backup headphones and lays on top of tommy to help him calm down, he just loves his baby
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