//zera.parker//

It wasn't as if he'd gone months without fucking before. He had. He certainly had.

The difference was that he was seeing Tommy every other day and he knew what his skin tasted like and he knew the way he moaned when he came and he knew how Tommy's thick dick stretched him out…

“Where'd you go?" Tommy asked, looking at Buck from over the rim of his coffee mug.

They were at Tommy's house, doing some yard work Tommy had been putting off for months. The sleepers in the veggie garden needed to be replaced, the roses needed to be re-homed from one fence to another, the gutters needed to be cleared, so they needed an early start. Buck had arrived just as Tommy had rolled out of bed, it had seemed, and that had always been one of Buck's favourite looks for him. Buck had loved morning sex, Tommy had loved it too.

They were being open with each other, so Buck didn’t hesitate to explain.

“I’ve been jerking off like crazy, because I have the sexiest boyfriend on the planet and I’ve decided that I’m not going to have sex with him until I'm ready for it,” Buck sighed and caught the way Tommy's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “And I'm proud of us for waiting, but holy fuck, I don't think I've ever been this frustrated before."

Tommy took a very slow, almost calculating sip of his coffee before lowering the mug down onto the bench. “I understand how you feel. Has anything changed? Are you ready?"

“N-not yet."

“Then I'm instigating a rule: you can’t talk to me about jerking off, not if we’re not taking that step yet.” There might’ve been a whine in his voice that he probably wasn’t proud of. God, knowing that Tommy wanted him just as bad went straight to Buck's dick immediately.

Buck stepped in closer, his thoughts being led by said dick.

“Give me some more time.” He dropped a kiss to Tommy’s tight mouth. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh, I'm aware."

That was part of the reason why it was so difficult.

Buck kissed him. It was deep, with one of Buck’s hands in Tommy’s hair, the other pulling him in so close, so tightly against him, that he could feel that he wasn’t the only one hard, and Tommy kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as Buck was giving.

It was the closest they’d been yet, especially as Buck, Buck, not Tommy, slotted his leg between Tommy’s so the two of them could grind against each other.

Grinding against Tommy was a thing he wanted and needed. It was better than he expected, and it was just their dicks rubbing against thighs through sweatpants. It was Tommy’s arse in his hands, it was Tommy’s tongue in his mouth, Tommy's fingers tightening in Buck's hair, his breath against his own as they panted together, rushing towards…

Tommy pulled away, dragging a whine from Buck’s throat, a throat he’d very much like to have fucked at some point in the near future, and got his hands flat on Buck’s chest to put most distance between them.

“You don’t want this,” Tommy said, like he struggled to form the words in his mouth. Buck felt like he had certainly claimed that space as his own. 

A wry laugh came from Buck as he lowered his head to Tommy's shoulder. “Nah, I want it. I want it all so bad. A few more dates first, though, yeah?”

“I won’t have any less respect for you if you come to my bed after only one month of dating me,” Tommy joked. “In fact, I actively encourage it.”

“A few more dates,” Buck repeated.

“I’m free tomorrow. And we can call in sick Tuesday and Wednesday night…”

Buck laughed hoarsely. “Can you imagine having to explain that to Chim?"

“That is incentive enough to not do it." Tommy still reached around him to grab his arse and give his cheeks a firm squeeze. “Let me finish my coffee in peace so we can get started."

Buck kissed him again.

-

Three months in, and Buck was ready. 

So he told Tommy to get dressed up for a night out on the town, took him out for dinner, and told him just as the waiter walked off with their order.

The way his demeanour changed was adorable. He went from comfortable to eager in a flash. “When you say you’re ready…”

“I mean,” Buck said with a small laugh, and he leaned over the table just that little bit because he wasn’t completely shameless, to continue with a quieter voice, “if you want me, I am yours to do whatever you want to do to me.”

“Oh, I want you, Evan.” 

Most of the time, Buck knew this. He knew from the way Tommy looked at him, or kissed him, or held him, or said his fucking name. 

It did wonders to hear him say it aloud, though. Lit him up from the inside like nothing else did. 

“You could’ve told me before we ordered three courses. I would’ve settled for the appetiser, grabbed the main to go, and had you for dessert.”

“That might’ve been the corniest thing you’ve said yet,” Buck laughed and settled back in his chair just in time for the waiter to pour their wine. “And I feel like I’ve gotten used to your bad jokes.”

Tommy laughed. “They’re not bad. I’ve worked so hard on them.”

Buck raised an eyebrow. “I know what I want you to work hard on.”

“Now who’s the one saying corny things?”

“Tit for tat, Tommy.” 

Really, he was just trying to lighten the mood so they could get through their meal without attempting to rip each other’s clothes off. 

The rest of the date was easy with a simmering heat under it, both of them ready to leave the moment the dessert was finished (Buck did deliberately eat his tiramisu as slow as possible, citing it was the best he’d had and he wanted to figure out the flavours so he could try to recreate it, just to see Tommy squirm).

Tommy insisted on paying. “You’re treating me later,” he’d rationalised in a low, quiet voice, something kept between them.

He clearly had plans for Buck and Buck was so fucking ready for all of it.

And then, as they were getting to the Jeep, they were mugged.

Rather, a pair of dickwads attempted to mug them, but Tommy knew Muay Thai and didn’t suffer fools with knives lightly.

Buck couldn’t believe it. The scuffle was over in maybe fifteen seconds, the would-be muggers scampered off with their tails between their legs and their knives stowed in the Jeep after Tommy grabbed them with a pair of gloves he knew Buck would have in the car. 

He treated it like it was no big deal that he disarmed two thugs and sent them running. He seemed more upset with himself that they’d parked in a vulnerable spot, somewhere not well-lit and with very little foot traffic.

Buck, however, stood stock still, in awe of his boyfriend.

“You can fight.”

He saw the way Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Did you think I have that extremely expensive set up in the garage for clout?”

“No, but like, you’ve got some secret ninja skills going on.”

“It’s Muay Thai, which isn’t Japanese, and it’s not like it’s a secret.”

Semantics.

His hot boyfriend kicked arse, and wasn’t even out of breath.

Buck was more than a little turned on.

“We can make our reports and hand over the weapons in the morning…”

Buck interrupted. He pushed Tommy into the side of the Jeep, caught his mouth in a crushing kiss.

And then he slipped to his knees.

“Evan.”

Tommy had one hand in his hair, forcing him to look up at him. The other was holding onto the Jeep for dear life

“You have no idea how fucking hot that was, Tommy,” Buck groaned, running his hands up and down Tommy’s thick thighs. “I really have to suck you off now.”

His face was close enough to Tommy’s crotch that he could almost feel the way his dick reacted to that.

“Please let me.”

“Someone will see.”

He might’ve said that, but his fingers loosened in Buck’s hair, giving him the space to move closer, to nuzzle against the zipper of Tommy’s jeans.

“No one’s here,” Buck said, and there truly was no reason why anyone would. They had parked in an area that was completely empty.

He kissed the growing bulge. 

“I really need you to fuck my throat right now.”

“Jesus, Evan,” Tommy breathed, and then nodded his head once.

Buck’s mouth was salivating by the time he had Tommy’s jeans undone, by the time he was pulling Tommy’s familiar, thick cock from the opening in his boxer briefs. He nosed his way up along the vein on the underside of it, from the base to the tip, licked the head when he reached it, then took as much of it in with one move that had Tommy’s thighs tense.

“Fuck,” Tommy moaned, then repeated as Buck sucked hard. “You look so fucking good, Evan.”

If Buck’s mouth wasn’t already otherwise occupied, he would have told Tommy the same. The flush on his cheeks, the way his hair had become messy with the kiss, the redness of his lips – for someone who hadn’t been panting after fighting off armed idiots, he certainly was breathless the moment Buck got his mouth on his dick.

And what a beautiful dick it was. Buck was overjoyed with the size and taste of it, he couldn’t wait to get the whole thing in him again.

He was sloppy with how desperate he was to get Tommy down his throat, his chin dripping, the hand he had wrapped around the part of Tommy’s shaft that he couldn’t yet fit into his mouth was sopping. The noises that came from Buck’s throat were obscene as he sucked and slurped and worked his tongue around the cock in his mouth; the sounds coming from above, the groans, the pleased sighs, the curses spurred him on. 

Buck looked up at Tommy as he moved his hand down to cup his sac, maintained eye contact as he finally, fucking finally, took Tommy in deeper, slowly letting the head of Tommy’s cock slip into his throat. 

“Jesus, Evan,” Tommy gasped, tipping his head back to thud against the Jeep, his hands cradling the back of Buck’s skull to keep him there for just a moment. When he let the pressure up, Buck stayed where he was, keeping Tommy in his throat that little bit longer, before he pulled back with a gasping breath. 

He jerked Tommy’s thick, beautiful cock with both hands. “C’mon, tough guy,” he said, twisting his hands as he stroked his boyfriend, “fuck my throat. I’ll tap out if I need to.”

“You sure?” 

“I can take it. You know I can.”

He thought back on the first time Tommy had fucked his face after weeks of Buck gagging each time the head of his dick brushed the soft palate of his mouth. He’d trained himself, spending hours on his knees to learn how to swallow Tommy’s dick the way Tommy could swallow his, wanting to make Tommy feel just as good, and Tommy had taken him roughly when Buck finally managed it.

“Fuck, Tommy, please give it to me. I can take it. Please.”

He whined when Tommy’s hand moved to the top of his head, where his hair was longer, got a handful of the strands there, and pushed him back down. He whined again when Tommy pulled him off. Tommy’s hand kept his head there, pausing for a moment, searching his eyes, before he snapped his hips up.

It was bliss.

Buck kept his palm on Tommy’s thigh and dropped the other to his jeans, fumbled with the button and zipper, while Tommy fucked his cock in and out of his mouth with abandon.

“Don’t,” Tommy hissed, and motioned for Buck to give him his hand. Buck obeyed, could’ve died when Tommy tangled their fingers together and placed them on the back of his neck. “You’ll come when I fuck you in your bed.” 

His pace didn’t change, his hips still bullying his cock down Buck’s throat, while Buck stayed on his knees, taking everything Tommy was giving him.

God, Tommy was just using him, and nothing made him feel better than that. He wanted to be used, he wanted Tommy to use him to get off. 

There was an ache in his throat, in his jaw, in his knees, and it was fucking beautiful. 

“You’re gonna look even better when I fuck your ass,” Tommy breathed. “Fuck, I’m…” Buck watched as he licked his lips, bit the bottom one. He was getting close, Buck could just feel it. He could taste it. “Fuck, I’m gonna wreck you. I’ve wanted you again for so fucking long.”

Buck whined around his dick; Tommy’s hips jumped a little. 

He pulled out, and Buck mewled. Pulling out was the very last thing he wanted, even though the sight of Tommy wrapping his own hand around his cock to stroke himself was beautiful. 

“Mouth or face?” 

Buck didn’t have to think. “Mouth. Mouth, please.” God, the sound of his own voice fucked him up. It was rough, deep, just like how Tommy had just fucked his throat. He leaned forward and licked the drop of precome from the tip of Tommy’s cock, sucked the crown back in, worked his lips down the shaft again. 

Tommy groaned, both hands cupped the back of Buck’s head, and he continued pounding Buck’s throat, and Buck wanted it so bad. He was ready for it. 

“Evan!”

Tommy’s orgasm was fucking glorious.  

He curled over, clutched Buck’s head to his pelvis as he came down his throat, pulling back just enough so he could spill the rest of his release over Buck’s tongue – which, bless him, Buck whimpered and tasted and swallowed what he was given, and sucked harder to milk Tommy of everything he had. 

When Tommy was done, he urged Buck up to his feet, kissed him hard. Buck whimpered when Tommy cupped him through his jeans, gave him a firm squeeze. 

“I shouldn’t have given you a choice,” Tommy groaned against his lips. “Should’ve come on your face.” Buck whined, bucked into Tommy’s hand. “Should’ve driven you back to your house with it still there.”

“Jesus,” Buck breathed and bit into Tommy’s bottom lip. “I missed you being a kinky bastard.”

“Me?” Tommy’s laugh was breathy. “You just blew me in public.” He gave him a kiss. “You just blew me in public because I kicked someone’s ass. You’re the kinky one.” 

Buck’s knees nearly gave way when Tommy thumbed at the head of Buck’s cock.

“Take me back and fuck me, Tommy. Please. Please. Fuck me.”

“God, you beg nicely when you sound fucking wrecked,” Tommy said and gave Buck’s cock another squeeze before he reached into Buck’s pocket to pull out his keys. “Let’s go.”

The drive home was longer than Buck had wanted; Tommy had driven with a hand on Buck’s thigh, his pinky finger dangerously close to his cock. He didn’t speed through the amber lights the way Buck would’ve, he was a little slow to go when the lights turned green. 

He was dragging it out, and Buck was a slut for it, for that want, for the fact that he wasn’t going to be allowed to come until Tommy let him. Tommy was in control, he didn’t need it, because he’d come already, he’d fucked Buck’s throat already, he wasn’t as fucking desperate as Buck.

Buck wished they were in the engine with the sirens blaring, he willed Tommy to step on the gas a little more, he swore out loud when Tommy obviously missed the turn-off for the shorter route back.

“You bastard,” Buck huffed and gyrated his hips, hoping to either get Tommy’s hand to slip up higher, or some kind of friction against his zipper. He just needed a little something, and when he didn’t get it, he reached down and pulled Tommy’s hand to palm his cock. Tommy graciously gave him another squeeze. 

“Fuck, yes,” Buck fucking mewled as he fucked up into Tommy’s hand, because he was still so hard, so keyed up, then Tommy grabbed Buck’s hand instead, brought it to his own crotch, where Buck could feel him chubbing back up. “Tommy…”

“Getting me hard again already,” Tommy groaned, though his eyes were focused on the road. “So good at teasing me, been teasing me for months, and now you’re acting like you can get me in you fast enough.”

Buck took over, worked on undoing Tommy’s jeans again. He wanted his hand back on Tommy’s cock, he wanted to drive him as crazy as Buck felt. 

“You wanted to wait,” Tommy continued but didn’t move to stop Buck from reaching into his underwear again, didn’t stop him from pulling his dick out, despite the risk of them being seen, as they rolled to a stop at another amber light. “You made us wait, and now it’s like you’re a slut for my cock; now it’s like you can’t get enough of my dick. You want it back in your throat.”

Buck whimpered and leaned over. He swirled his tongue around that dripping tip a few times, suckled on the head for a few moments, got in a few bobs of his head, before Tommy swore and grasped his hair again to pull him away. 

“Behave.”

And Buck knew. He knew that Tommy had such a commanding side to him. He’d fucking missed it.

“Zip me back up, the light’s green.”

Buck obeyed, but not before stroking him a few more times, because who was Buck to blindly follow an order that was best violated?

“Shit, Evan,” Tommy hissed, “are you trying to get us killed?” 

“I’m trying to get laid, actually.”

“It’s gonna happen, don’t worry.”

He’d been reintroduced to the taste of Tommy and wanted more.

He wanted to be folded over the kitchen table, still half-dressed. He wanted to ride Tommy on the couch. He didn’t care if he ended up fucked up against the wall in the entrance, or on his back in bed. 

But the best part of it all was that, while he was horny as fuck, he knew that their relationship didn’t need it. He and Tommy weren’t sex that would hopefully lead to love and intimacy. It was love and intimacy that had led to sex. He wasn’t a cheap fuck for Tommy to lay.

That time, when Buck reached for his hand, it was to twine their fingers together.

When they finally pulled into Buck’s driveway, Buck let go of Tommy’s hand and dashed to the front door, because while their relationship didn’t need the sex, he was still fucking ready for it, still fucking harder than he’d probably been over the course of ten minutes without any real stimulation. 

Tommy seemed swept up in it, too. The moment he reached the door, he drew Buck into his arms, pulled him into a kiss that was absolutely filthy. 

God, Buck should’ve put in a plug before the date, he thought. 

They reined it in long enough for them to get through Buck’s door without risking a public indecency charge, but the moment the door was slammed shut, their lips reconnected and their clothes started coming off. Buck was already down to his jeans and one shoe by the time Tommy backed him into his hallway; Tommy had only lost his shoes and jacket. 

Buck stepped away from Tommy long enough to get into his bedroom, strip himself naked, and sit himself down on the edge of the bed. Tommy was slower. He shucked his shirt when he reached the door (Buck might’ve whimpered a little, because that was the view of the century) and stalked over to Buck.

He wanted to taste every inch of that torso. He wanted to leave bright red marks all over Tommy. 

When Tommy was within reach, he grabbed for his belt and dragged him between his spread knees. He kissed and licked and sucked and bit at that happy trail while he worked the leather through the buckle, then through the loops to throw the belt across the room. Fuck, he needed his mouth on that dick again. 

Tommy’s fingers threaded through his hair, petting him, not rushing him at all while Buck’s fingers sped over his jeans, trying his hardest to get to his cock as soon as humanly possible. 

He left red bites over every bit of Tommy’s stomach he could, and just about wept with joy when he had his jeans and underwear shoved down his thighs and continued on his work from the drive – he swallowed Tommy’s cock down in one smooth go, his throat now ready for him, because he was so fucking easy for Tommy, he was ready to be available to him whenever and wherever he wanted him. He needed to be on his knees for him at all times, his face turned up to be blessed with Tommy’s come, if that’s what Tommy wanted.

“Jesus, fuck,” Tommy groaned, his hands falling to Buck’s shoulders, his nails digging in. 

Buck was addicted to the taste of him, the feel of him taking over his mouth and throat. A part of him really wanted to just keep sucking Tommy off and have him come all over his face, the way Tommy had offered earlier. He wanted Tommy to have that claim on him, wanted to feel him all over him, but he also desperately needed that beautiful cock wreck his hole.

He pulled back, swirled his tongue around the head, sank back down, gave Tommy’s balls a gentle squeeze with his fingers while he gagged around him, delighted in the low ‘fuck’ he pulled from Tommy’s throat, the slight hitch of Tommy’s hips. 

He slurped his way back up to the tip, sucked hard, grabbed the shaft that was wet with his saliva, twisted his hand around him as he licked at the fraenulum. He pressed a ridiculously chaste kiss to Tommy’s crown as he jerked him firmly, then licked across that piss slit over and over to taste the precome Tommy was leaking. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” Buck breathed to himself as he worshipped his Tommy’s cock.

Tommy had the fucking gall to laugh out a breathy laugh, making Buck rock back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, because what the fuck, but the look on Tommy’s flushed face was love and reverence. 

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he said, his fingers on one hand working their way through Buck’s hair again while the thumb of his other ran over Buck’s lips, gathering up his spit and his own precome. Buck felt his cock fucking drip when Tommy put that thumb to his own lips, licked the slick away to taste the both of them.

“Shit, fuck,” Buck groaned and pushed himself to his feet, he pulled Tommy in close, chased that tongue, he needed to have it in his mouth, even though Tommy had taken their mixed flavours from Buck’s own lips. 

He swallowed every noise Tommy spilt as he kissed him filthily, as he slipped his tongue beside Tommy’s, as he ground their bare dicks together. He mewled into Tommy’s mouth when Tommy reached down between them, wrapped a dry hand around their cocks, gave them a few pumps; fuck, he was finally fucking touching Buck’s cock again. The other hand pinched his chin, as if he had to keep Buck’s mouth open to lick into it, as if Buck didn’t want to keep both of his holes open for him at all times. 

God, he wanted to; he would, if it was possible.

Buck could’ve whined when Tommy pulled away with one last bruising suck of his lips; he certainly did when Tommy pushed him back down to sit on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“Oh my God, yes,” Buck moaned, his hands already reaching for Tommy’s cock. 

Tommy smacked them away. He wrapped his own fingers around himself and started stroking like he was trying to get off again. “You’re gonna put me back in your throat, you’re gonna let me fuck your face again.”

He was only a little jealous of Tommy’s hand, and a hell of a lot aroused by the sounds it made as it dragged over Tommy’s spit-slick skin.

“And then you’ll be a good boy for me. You’ll turn around, show me your slutty hole and behave while I open you up so I can finally take what’s mine.”

The possessiveness just made Buck harder. “Okay, okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.”

Buck put his hands on the backs of Tommy’s thighs that time and opened wide. 

It was filthy how Tommy fed him his dick, first rubbing the tip over Buck’s lips, squeezing right under the head to coax another drop of precome out and spreading it around. 

“Tongue,” he ordered and Buck obeyed, sticking his tongue out. Tommy just let inches of his dick sit there on it, let Buck breathe over it, before he pushed in and in. 

Buck moaned. He wrapped his lips around that thick length and he sucked, bobbing his head for a moment, before he pushed forward, bringing the head into his throat.

“Yeah,” Tommy groaned, his fingers petting Buck’s hair again. “Just like that.” 

Then those fingers tightened in his hair, they held him right where he was so Tommy could enjoy the clutch of his throat, the wet, tight heat of it. He held Buck there until Buck’s body fought him, until the need to breathe started to become an issue. Tommy’s head tipped back and he groaned as Buck’s throat spasmed around him, and Buck didn’t think once about tapping out, even as his body struggled, because he trusted Tommy with his life, and he was right to. 

Tommy rolled his hips back, he eased his cock out of Buck’s mouth. His fingers grabbed at Buck’s chin again to make him look up at him. 

Buck knew how he must’ve looked. There were unshed tears in his eyes, he was sure his face was flushed pink, and his mouth and chin were wet as he gasped in lungfuls of air.

“You okay?” Tommy asked, his thumb swiping through the mess.

“Literally never better,” Buck rasped out. Already wanting more, he opened his mouth again and stuck out his tongue. 

“Goddamn,” Tommy hissed out and fucked back in. 

Buck was swept up in the fucking his mouth and throat promptly received. Tommy held him still as he snapped his hips back and forth, using him roughly.

The noises were fucking lewd, the wet glug that came from Buck’s throat every time Tommy pushed in deep enough, the whines that left him whenever Tommy pulled out too far, the slurping of his lips around that thick shaft. 

“You kept this from me for so long,” Tommy said, his hips shifting back, his cock slipping out a few inches, “kept this from us for so long,” another inch. “Maybe I should make you wait.” He pushed back in. “Come down your throat again and be done with you for the night.”

Buck would be okay with that.

“Missed this fucking mouth. Missed fucking this mouth.”

And just when Buck thought Tommy really was going to finish, he pulled out and quickly manhandled Buck onto his hands and knees on the bed.

“Missed this ass more.”

That was all the warning Buck got before Tommy’s mouth reintroduced itself to Buck’s hole.

Buck collapsed chest-first with a howl so he could reach behind him and grab his cheeks to present himself the way Tommy had told him to earlier to give him all the space he needed to eat him out. He knew that Tommy liked to get his tongue in deep, his fingers in even deeper, so he held himself open and panted into the sheets as Tommy fucked him with his tongue.

Buck felt every lick and sucking kiss like it was the first time all over again, each touch of Tommy’s tongue and lips zapping up his spine to the base of his brain and back down to his dick, making him leak all over the sheets beneath him. Tommy’s spit joined that messy puddle, dripping down his taint and balls as he slurped and spat on Buck’s rim, drenching him and preparing him for the first of his long, thick fingers to bully its way into his hole.

“Fuck, Evan,” Tommy groaned as if he was the one being penetrated. “Gonna be so tight on my dick. Your tight ass always feels so good around me.”

All Buck could do was moan and rock back into Tommy’s hand and tongue as he licked around his finger, getting him wetter and wetter as he stretched him, driving him crazy.

It had been a while since he’d been fucked by anything other than a toy, and his toys weren’t as big as Tommy’s cock. He’d need all the prep Tommy would give him.

He whimpered when Tommy pulled away for just a moment to grab the lube from Buck’s top drawer. There was a quick click of the bottle, then two fingers pushed in, slick and thick and perfect. Tommy kissed his cheeks, licked over his balls, pulled his fingers out to lap at his hole again before pressing in three fingers.

Buck just about choked on air as Tommy spread those fingers to stretch him more, then he let go of a cheek to swat at him. “I’m ready. I’m good,” Buck told him, then put his hand back so Tommy could still have that perfect view of where Buck wanted him to be. “Please fuck me.”

Tommy spat on his crack and pushed in it. “You begged me nicer than that before.”

“Please fuck me, Tommy. Please fuck me hard, fill me with that thick dick and make me come on it,” Buck immediately begged. “Please, Tommy, you know how good my ass feels; you were just saying how good it is. It’s all yours, all for you. Please.”

“Jesus, kid.” He urged Buck a little higher up onto the bed and flipped him onto his back. Buck reached for him straight away, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s shoulders to drag him down into a filthy kiss, his legs spread wide so Tommy could settle into the cradle of his hips.

Tommy shifted and reached between them to notch the head of his dick at Buck’s hole, then pressed in, adding groans and gasps to their kisses. One of Buck’s legs, his bad one, hooked around Tommy’s waist as he was filled, the slow drag of that beautiful cock making space in Buck’s body for it.

Tommy reached back to unwrap that leg when he slid in balls-deep, pressed in as deep in Buck’s body as anyone had ever been, to hike it up over his elbow, opening Buck wide for the fucking Buck ached for.

“Good?” Tommy asked.

“Fucking perfect,” Buck promised and braced himself for that first filthy roll of Tommy’s hips because he knew him, he knew him so fucking well, he knew how he fucked and Tommy did not disappoint.

Even though he was ready for it, that first thrust took Buck’s breath away. He was spread open for Tommy’s cock, on Tommy’s cock, practically born to take every slick inch Tommy gave him, and Tommy had prepared him so well, so fucking perfectly, that Buck’s body just accepted that first thrust, and then the next, and then the next.

“Yeah,” Buck breathed, rocking against Tommy’s hips. “Fucking missing this.”

Tommy leaned back and Buck felt his eyes eat him up as much as he felt Tommy’s cock fucking into him. It made Buck stretch and arch his back to show off his body the way he knew Tommy liked.

“Worth the wait?”

Buck grinned. “Depends. Gonna put your back into it any time soon?”

He got exactly what he was aiming for when Tommy’s eyes darkened and he dropped the grip he had on Buck’s thighs to pin his wrists beside his head, delivering three rough, deep thrusts before kissing him. “I think it’s time to remind you how I handle you when you’re being a brat.”

“Yes please.”

He gave him one last kiss, soft and syrupy and sweet, like he was rewarding Buck for his manners, then Tommy shifted his weight and did as Buck asked.

It was a fast and hard fucking that had Buck’s toes curling and his throat aching from the noises Tommy’s dick punched out of his lungs. Tommy kept Buck’s hands pinned right where they were as he fucked him roughly with all of his pent up sexual frustration from the months of waiting Buck had enforced, taking everything he wanted from Buck’s body but also aiming for Buck’s prostate every single time he slammed his cock back into his sloppy hole, right where it belonged.

There had been times in the past where Buck really believed that Tommy had been out to ruin him for any other man — if Buck could form any thoughts in his fucked-out head, he probably would have thought Tommy was trying that again.

As it was, though, as Tommy pounded Buck’s brain into ecstatic mush, the only thought Buck could manage was Tommy’s name, which spilled from his mouth in between moans, barely audible over the smacking of their bodies.

“Fuck, this hole is better than your throat.”

And then Tommy changed it up. He let go of Buck’s wrists to grab him by the back of his knees, pushing up and up until Buck was damn near folded in half. He manhandled him until he had Buck right where he wanted, and Buck remembered, somehow, that Tommy had fought off two men earlier in the night and that if he really wanted to, he could throw out some move that Buck would have no defence against and take everything from Buck, and God, Buck would fucking let him.

He’d let him push him around and bully his cock into his hole whenever he wanted, the way he’d taken on those two guys like it was nothing. He’d give Tommy every part of him, no hesitation.

Buck reached between them for his cock to stroke himself in time with Tommy’s wild thrusts.

“Yeah,” Tommy groaned and managed to fuck Buck harder. “You look so fucking pretty when you touch yourself.”

Tommy had been the first person to really call Buck pretty and he knew, he fucking knew, how much Buck enjoyed it and got off on it.

“Can’t believe I forgot.” He leaned back for a moment to let a string of spit fall on Buck’s cock, as if it needed the extra slick, as if his cock wasn’t leaking like a hose. Knowing that it was Tommy’s spit made it feel better. “I remembered how pretty you are with my dick in your mouth, but this? You jerking yourself off while I fuck you? So fucking beautiful, Evan.”

Buck felt his orgasm building in his gut. He moaned lowly.

“Getting close, baby?”

Buck nodded his head quickly.

Tommy dropped his legs and covered his body, his hips still snapping up into Buck’s at a brutal pace. “Me too. Do you want it in your ass on your face?”

The nails of Buck’s free hand dragged up Tommy’s spine just the way he knew he liked it. “Face,” Buck breathed. “Want you to come on my face.”

“No one would see. It’d be a waste.”

Didn’t stop Tommy from sill fucking him, though.

“It’d be for you,” Buck managed to get out, his hand flying over his cock, squeezing harder. He was so fucking close.

Tommy groaned. “Yeah? Your pretty face covered in my come and it’d be just for me?” He grabbed Buck’s arse and lifted him just that little bit, getting a better angle.

A finger brushed over Buck’s hole teasingly and that was it. Buck came with a cry, spilling over his hand and their torsos in pulsing waves.

He’d barely caught his breath when Tommy pulled out suddenly and yanked him off the bed by his ankle. Buck had the wherewithal to close his eyes and open his mouth, sticking out his tongue, but not much else. He felt Tommy paint his face with his come, four hot jets that landed across his cheeks, nose and brow with the final drops landing on his tongue.

Buck opened his eyes when Tommy fed him his cock again.

“That’s the view I wanted,” Tommy sighed as Buck blinked up at him.

“Grab your phone. Take a photo,” Buck told him, letting him slip from his mouth.

Tommy didn’t hesitate. He moved away from Buck only long enough to find his jeans and fish out his phone. The moment he was back in front of Buck, Buck was suckling the head of Tommy’s softening cock.

He’d spent too long without it inside him; he had so much time to make up for now that he was ready.

Tommy snapped up a few photos then reached for the Wet Wipes he knew Buck kept in his bedside table with the lube. He was tender with Buck, wiping the come and lube from his face and belly and chest and hole, pressing kisses to every space he cleaned until he was spotless and glowing from Tommy’s affection and attention.

It was a stark contrast to the rough, exciting fucking they’d just had, which made it absolutely perfect.

Once the wipes were binned, Buck settled under the sheets and urged Tommy in beside him.

“Worth the wait?” Tommy asked again as he tucked his head under Buck’s chin, half laying on top of him.

“Fuck yeah,” Buck laughed. “Was it for you?”

Tommy hummed into Buck’s skin. “It was perfect. I’m glad we didn’t just jump back into sex again.”

They fell silent as they settled comfortably with each other until Buck giggled. “I can’t believe we were almost mugged.”

“I can’t believe you had me fuck your face in a parking lot right where we were almost mugged.”

Buck’s fingers, which had been sifting through Tommy’s curls, tightened in his salt-and-pepper locks for just a teasing moment. “You have no idea how hot that was, though. I need to see you kicking ass more often.”

“No promises,” Tommy yawned and nuzzled into Buck’s pec. “Though…”

“Hmm?”

“I promise that we’ll keep talking, keep dating, keep learning things about each other, despite how tempting it’ll be to just have sex with you all the time.”

It got another laugh out of Buck.