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Here's a snippet from Words Yet Left to Say (another snippet here) which is about Buck and Tommy reconnecting via letters after Buck has a chance encounter with Tommy's father.

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"Fuck me, they're not even trying anymore," Chimney mutters as he looks out the window of the front seat of the engine at the traffic they're trying to navigate.

Buck can't see much of what's up ahead from where he's sitting in the back of the cab. Instead he's getting treated to the view of a group of young women pulled over to the side as best they can in not much space in the heavy traffic, now leaning out their windows to wave with enthusiastic and flirtatious energy at him and Ravi.

Buck leans inwards over the probie stuck jump seat to try and see between the front seats to what Jen their engineer is laying on the horn over, but there's not much he can see, so he sits back with a huff.

"Oop," Ravi burbles abruptly, blinking hard as he snaps his gaze away from the window, and Buck snorts.

"She flash you?" Buck asks, laughing.

"Mhm," Ravi says, face scrunching up over an incredulous and slightly mortified smile.

"Come on!" Chim yells up ahead, head leaning out the window, waving an arm around. "Move your ass over!"

The probie next to Buck leans forward to look out the side with brows up, and Buck plants a hand over his face and pushes him back down.

"Ah-ah-ah," he says, tsking his teeth in chiding. "Behave."

And then he looks out the window for himself.

"Hey! Why do you get to look?" the other probie - he really should learn their names at some point, but he's in a mood about it still.

Chim made his big speech clipping Buck's wings on the transfer and demanding things stay the way they are at the core, and then promptly two thirds of the crew got reshuffled. It's not Chim's fault, exactly. There are all sorts of reasons in play, but… it does rankle a little, so he's maybe entitled to being a tiny bit petty.

Buck winks at the girl who flashes him - the tits are very nice - and then waves goodbye at the group of them as Chim groans, "Thank you, fuck," and the rig jostles a little as Jen impatiently gets them back into gear and moving along now that whoever has been failing to yield has finally gotten their shit together.

He turns his head back to Thing Two and puts on his primmest face. "Because I know better than to get any dumb ideas about it, and how to be polite and appreciate their efforts without making it weird."

"The fuck does that even mean?" Thing Two mutters, squinting around the mismatched group of them.

Foster - the guy they've currently got on loan from the 112 because of some complicated certification minimums and team re-balancing whatever blah blah plan that central command has been pushing - leans forward and takes it upon himself to say, "Buckley's gay." 

He says it like he's imparting some significant wisdom to the two young men beside and across from him, letting them in on some important secret firefighter knowledge. It's so weird on so many levels Buck doesn't know where to begin.

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(the temps are steadily rising here and I hate it, so I've gotta wring some kind of enjoyment from the word)

Noooo RC the melting, it's the worst. I am already so over it too and it's only just begun. At least it's now the season for fresh ingredients for some pimms cups though🍹

Here's a snippet from One Man Operation that definitely meets the brief of trying to make something fun out of summer heat!

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"Now you're getting sunburnt," Evan says, a bratty little twist to his mouth as he puts the glass of water in his hand. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to put on sunscreen?"

"No," Tommy says and drains half the glass in one go. He considers the cold kindness of it in the overwhelming heat and adds, "She would have had to care that I was alive to do something like that, but she didn't give two shits about me."

Evan bursts into delighted laughter. "Fuck. Same here."

His eyes are tracing over Tommy's face like he's fascinating, like he's something worth looking at. Or. Maybe just like he's the whore he'd hired. That could be it too. That's probably pretty interesting on its own.

Tommy drinks a little more water and then tips the rest of it over his head, lets himself pretend for a moment that maybe he's some kind of sex god who'll manage a Cindy Crawford level of sensual water drippage and a mysterious smile that suggests he know what the fuck he's doing.

He rakes his fingers through his wet hair to chase the cool down the back of his neck where the heat is the driest and opens his eyes again and -

And call him Cindy, maybe, because Evan's staring at him with his lips parted and his eyes darkened. Evan swallows hard, his eyes tracing the path of a drop of water down his neck like he wants to lick it.

"Besides. A certain someone still has my sunscreen."

His brows furrow in confusion, and then he blanches in horror and goes, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Tommy shrugs it off. "I forgot to grab it."

"I - I'll get it," Evan blurts, spinning on his heel - stumbling badly a moment as his prosthetic catches in the grass, but quickly hopping up into the security of his other leg and setting a stiff pace to go in search of the lotion, like it's urgent.

Tommy sighs and sets about unhooking himself from the trimmer so he can save Evan the return trip, but he apparently didn't have far to go, because he's already letting himself back out the back door by the time Tommy's gotten the tools put down. He hasn't even gotten his gloves off.

"Here, let me get your back," Evan says, dumping a big palmful of lotion out as he strides over.

"Sure," Tommy says, turning the named body part to him in offering. Even just as a friendly favor it's nice enough he'll gladly accept.

It flips in an instant, though - the time it takes for Evan's palm to cross the breadth of his shoulders in one long stroke. He feels it in his own body but also in the tremble of Evan's fingertips, the hesitation before he slides his hand back the other direction… slowly.

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Turns out I use the word "thrill" almost exclusively in the porniest scenes lmao but I finally found one that wasn't just outright smut.

Here's a bit from the sequel to Coloring Outside the Lines. This section follows on pretty immediately after this snippet too

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"It's… new," Tommy says. New enough that he's not even sure it's reasonable to consider there to be any expectation of exclusivity or a relationship in any traditional sense. Tommy's well aware that in all likelihood Evan's in it for the thrill of dating an older man, that he's enjoying the moment but as soon as the novelty wears off he'll be moving on from this particular adventure.

But there's a chance, however slight, that this isn't going to be a flash in the pan but maybe a true romantic fling, something that will last long enough to earn a worthy footnote in Evan's life story - and it turns out he's not willing to risk losing that before he's had a chance to find out.

"Okay you have got to give us more than that," Lopez groans.

"I don't," he replies evenly.

Donato though cocks a sculpted eyebrow at him and says, "Nah I'm with Ramon. Give us the deets. You haven't mentioned dating anyone the whole time you've been here."

"We were starting to think you'd decided to only fly solo," Watford says with a crude gesture that has Myers cackling.

Well. He had, actually, more or less, though he doesn't feel the need to mention that.

"Which would be okay - asexuality is a thing," Lopez hurries to say benevolently, and Donato snorts rudely and mutters, "Trust me, that's not applicable here."

He glares at her because some things need to stay where they left them at the worst gay club in west hollywood with too much tequila and the manic need to prove they were alive after a really fucking dumb near miss with death courtesy of their erstwhile Captain at the 147 fifteen years ago.

Donato just shrugs at him, unrepentant and expectant.

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Hah, you've found a word that actually only has one chapter it shows up in! Apparently nobody clarifies shit in my writing 99% of the time 🤣

This is also from The Calling, my weird Merfolk Tommy and Buck the body/sex creaturefolk service worker fic

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Buck pouts out his lip and says, "Really? I can't believe I didn't even see you get off - guess I was too busy getting my world rocked to notice, so I can't complain, but -"

Tommy's face does something complicated and like Buck is definitely getting something else wrong now but he's not going to protest, which really is not how this whole client - employee thing is supposed to work.

"What? What am I getting wrong?" Buck presses. "Tell me so I can be better for you."

"Nothing's wrong, everything you're doing is perfect."

"Tommy."

"I mean it, that was great. I did get what I wanted, I'm perfectly satisfied by getting to give you an orgasm."

"But?"

Tommy tips his head back, most of his face dipping just under the surface of the water as he exhales, leaving a little trail of bubbles as they drift along.

"This isn't a complaint," he says finally. "But in the interest of not misleading you, I should maybe just clarify that I didn't have an orgasm. That's all. But that's not important."

Buck instinctually shifts to put his feet down, to get to something he can stand on to devote more of his brain to the situation - though they've floated out into the deeper waters so only his toes reach the sediment.

"Wait. What do you mean, though? You didn't get off and you don't… want to get off? Or you don't think I can get you off?" Buck jerks his hand back from Tommy's body. "Do you not want me to touch you?"

Tommy tilts his head heavily in denial, grip tightening on his waist and refusing his attempt to back off. "No, not at all. I would love to have you touch me, in whatever way you want, whenever you feel like it - especially if we're in the water. But us having sex won't work for me the way that it does for you. Outside of clutching in particular we don't… we're not built for it like that, not really."

"So wait - you can't get off unless you're mating?" Buck asks, horrified. "You - fuck, you only get to come twice a year?"

Tommy's face creases, somewhere between amusement and disagreement. "Not the way you mean it, but I wouldn't say that's exactly true, either."

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This is also from Merry Go Round in which Buck makes queer friends, starts going on dates again, but somehow all roads lead back to Tommy

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"Well, I'd better..." Tommy tilts his head in the direction of wherever he had been going. The way the other people dressed all business casual like him had gone.

"Right," Buck says.

"Right," Tommy says, smiling at them. "Well, good to see you as always."

"Yeah. You too."

There's an awkward beat, and then they slip by each other, a little dance of distant politeness. Buck tucks his hands in his pockets and walks on briskly, Josh following him to the end of the hall that's apparently full of rooms with meteorology lectures. Thankfully the door is where he remembered, an exit only fire door that leads right to a sidewalk between the parking lot and the path around the building to the street.

Buck gestures towards the street - the restaurant is walking distance - but the moment the door clacks shut behind them, Josh breaks the stretching silence.

"Sure you still want to go to a romantic dinner with some guy who's just your sister's coworker?" he says, his voice as arch as his eyebrow as he follows the gesture anyway and starts walking.

"Fuck," Buck blurts, swiping a hand over his face. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean-"

"Like I get the context so I'm not actually mad, but let me just say… wow," Josh says, shaking his head. "Way to make a girl feel special."

"I'm so sorry. I just-" He's opened his mouth to try and explain further, but even he can see that he'd only be digging the hole deeper no matter what he says.

He closes his mouth and scrunches up his nose for the rest of the block, and Josh lets him, just patting his shoulder with something like pity.

"This is a terrible date, isn't it?" he says finally when they get to a crosswalk and stop at the light. It's a busy street for cars but there aren't many pedestrians around, so the conversation is private enough he doesn't mind cracking open that can of worms.

"Oh, god, honey, I have had much, much worse," Josh says with a laugh.

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Kathyy the sheer fucking number of mentions of the word "egg" that I had to sift through in order to pick a section out 🤣

This is from The Calling, my weird Merfolk Tommy and Buck the body/sex creaturefolk service worker fic

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"So, hey, if this is a question you have the answer to, how long are we going to be, uh, knotted?"

Tommy inhales a little deeply like maybe he'd been dozing, and he hums and shifts, testing the knot himself a little and then settling again against him.

"A good while yet, and unfortunately not something I have any control over. There's a whole biochemical feedback process that happens on its own timeline - not exactly something you can set an egg timer for," Tommy says, huffing a faint little laugh. "Take a nap if you'd like. We'll be here another hour, maybe two, most likely."

"Hours? Jeez. That seems… I mean, I don't fucking know anything so ignore me, but that seems unnecessary."

"Mm," Tommy says, sounding distinctly amused. "The received wisdom is that it's good for bonding emotionally with your mate - which I think sounds pretty idiotic given certain significant elements of our history, but in modern times it's a nice enough idea. Practically speaking, the issue is that if I could pull out sooner, things might not stay where they're meant to. The oviposition itself is relatively quick but it takes a while for the eggs to really settle down to where they're going to implant."

"Eggs?" he half mumbles incredulously - desperately swallows the word back before it gives him away, but it's probably too late given the way he's already tensed up. He's still wrapped around Tommy's… whatever. Whatever the organ is. Is it still called a dick if it puts eggs inside people? Whatever it's called, there's no way he doesn't feel Buck's asshole attempting to pucker in panic.

Because Tommy had definitely said eggs - and implant and fertilize and -

"Evan?" Tommy shifts a little behind him, brushing his lips against his shoulder and leaning up to see his face as he says a soft, "Are you okay?"

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Chase

Thanks for the fun game OP!

Here's a bit from the sequel to Coloring Outside the Lines

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This one is something of a generic amber-gold shade that doesn't give him too many clues about what it might be just from the visual.

"Whoa," Evan says, blinking at the glass and then taking another sip.

"You like it?"

"I think so?" Evan says, sounding heavily doubtful about that statement, but intrigued nonetheless.

When Evan puts the glass down between them, Tommy pulls it over to take a sip and immediately understands.

"Oh. Interesting."

"What?"

He eyes Evan a moment then nods slowly and says, "Makes sense though."

"What?" Evan says again, looking back at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes that are a little shy but eager for his assessment. His attention.

"Sours aren't for everyone, that's for sure. They're unconventional. Bold. Complex," he says, trailing his eyes over Evan's features.

He likes the way it looks on him, and he sets a light knuckle under his chin - all he needs to draw him over for a kiss, he goes so easily with it. He keeps it tasteful enough for the bar, but chases the flavor of the beer around Evan's mouth with a little sweep of tongue before he pulls back and adds, "Suits you."

"Yeah?"

He looks through his eyelashes at Tommy, then drinks some more of the beer in question and hums. Says, "I think it's growing on me."

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This is from Merry Go Round in which Buck makes queer friends, starts going on blind dates again, but somehow all roads lead back to Tommy

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"Hey, you were the one who said you wanted to get back on the horse. Prove to yourself and everyone else that you're not just gay for your ex because he was the first guy to rock your socks off-"

He scrunches his face.

"- even though you definitely don't owe anyone that shit."

He scrunches harder.

"But like, I totally get it at the same time. So, great. Go kiss some boys and suck some dicks. Get some unassailable proof that you are one hundred percent queer and nobody can ever make you doubt yourself about it again."

He huffs a sigh that ends up sounding way more longing and pathetic than he'd intended. She's not at all wrong, is the thing. He hates the feeling of not being able to point to anything concrete, of being treated like Tommy's some kind of exception that proves the rule, rather than just the guy who was so incredible he broke through an entire society's worth of pressure to be "normal" just by existing in Buck's life.

"Look. Just go on one date, meet this very cool guy, try a rebound for a second to get a little distance. Gotta start somewhere or you'll never shake off the rust… it'll be fun. You can't tell me you don't need some fun in your life right now."

He hesitates, and Lucy grins, already knowing she's got him.

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