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1.
If someone had told Buck that he would get another chance with Tommy, he would have doubted them, but still hoped. Hoped for another chance, a third chance. This time properly explaining what he'd meant that morning in the kitchen when he'd so solidly put his foot in his mouth. Hopefully hear Tommy’s side, too. And then, maybe if he was really fortunate for once, get the chance to try again.
He wouldn't have thought that those hopes would actually come true, but almost losing not only Chimney but Bobby as well (hell, the whole team) had given him the shove Buck had needed to actually send one of the countless messages he'd typed out to Tommy.
He didn’t think he could face losing the chance to fix things between them. Not after how close they'd all come down in that lab.
And fix things they did. They fixed it and made it somehow better than they'd been before.
Honestly, Buck hadn't realised in the high of their first six months how much they had been lacking in communication and openness. Now? Well, now he certainly knew better.
For one, they argued and disagreed with each other, something that had been almost nonexistent previously, both of them not wanting to rock the boat. They argued about big things and small things now. From frights over risks taken during shifts, to where the best seat in the cinema was.
They were mid argument over the supposed correct way to make instant coffee, and Buck didn’t think that he had ever felt such a rush of emotion than he did at that moment.
Tommy was lit up by the soft kitchen light, an irritated flush high on his cheeks as he gestured with soapy hands.
“No, because if you pour the boiled water right over the coffee it tastes burnt, Evan, that's why you do the milk first!”
It was absolutely ridiculous. Buck was just as adamant that his coffee had never tasted burnt if he added the milk afterwards, but standing there shoulder to shoulder with Tommy, bantering over the sounds of dishes clattering as they washed and rinsed… he didn't think he had ever felt as contented and loved as he did then.
It felt like a river building up until it was overflowing from his chest, bursting through the flood gates around his heart. It rushed through him, leaving tingling trails down to his fingers and toes. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning in and biting down on the meat of Tommy's shoulder. The pressure under his teeth settled the rushing sensation in his chest.
It wasn't a particularly hard bite and Buck let go almost as soon as he bit down. It probably hadn't even been hard enough to leave any teeth marks, but outside of the context of their bedroom it was enough of a surprise that Tommy cut himself off with a yelp. His head swung towards Buck, eyes wide and bewildered
“Evan, what the heck!”
Buck snorted at his boyfriend's expression, slapping a hand to his mouth, a bit of his own surprise likely mirrored in his own face.
“I'm so sorry!” He set down the half rinsed plate, quickly drying his hands before he pulled at the sleeve of Tommy's t-shirt. “It's not sore, is it?”
Tommy blinked, and shook his head. “No, it's fine. I mean, we both know I can take a much harder bite than that, but, ah, where did that come from?”
“I don't know…” Buck shrugged sheepishly. “I was just here listening to you and I got hit by this wave of emotion because you're a weirdo about your coffee but you're my weirdo and I'm, like, ridiculously in love with you. It just overwhelmed me for a moment and then the next thing I know I'm, uh, chomping down on you.”
He watched as Tommy's brow furrowed and then he was rinsing his own hands and patting them dry on his jeans before reaching out and tugging Buck closer.
A smirk slowly spreads across Tommy's face, his eyes crinkling and glowing with a sudden mischief.
“I'm not a professional but if I was, I'd diagnose you, Mr Buckley, with a little case of affection aggression.”
“I do not have affection aggression! I just have a very strong love and appreciation for my boyfriend.” The weakness in his denial was obvious going by the amusement in Tommy's eyes.
“Hmm. I think the teeth marks on my shoulder have something different to say.”
“I didn’t bite down nearly hard enough to leave teeth marks, you ass! Though if you're not careful I just might!” He had to work to keep the laughter from his tone.
Tommy's smirk deepened, his gaze slowly heating. “Is that a promise?”
Buck snorted, eyes flicking to Tommy's lips. “You're incorrigible.”
“Says the one who bit me.”
Buck put on a dramatic sigh, though he was more than on board with the turn the evening was taking which he knew Tommy was well aware of. “Dishes first, Kinard. I'm not scraping off dried pasta in the morning.”
Tommy saluted, stepping back to resume washing. He paused for a moment and then he was leaning in, his lips meeting Buck's who was helpless but to lean into it.
It was far from chaste but hardly the most heated kiss they shared, and Buck felt surprisingly dizzy from it when they parted.
“What was that for?” He asked with a dumb grin.
Tommy tilted his head, a brilliant soft smile spreading in answer. “Because I'm ridiculously in love with you too, Evan.”
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2.
Tommy couldn't quite believe that he'd almost lost out on this. On walking along light strung stalls, his hand held tightly in Evan's as they perused through the various odds and ends the vendors had on offer.
What a lapse in judgement he'd had, so afraid of being truly loved and what it could cost him that he'd blown it up and had to reap what he'd sown anyway.
How thankful he was that it hadn't stuck, so fucking thankful. Because here was Evan, tired and worn from a shift that had run over by more than four hours. He'd shown up at Tommy’s door, late but dressed and ready for the date he'd promised and stubbornly ignoring Tommy’s protests that they should stay in and rest instead.
“It's an afternoon to night market Babe, we've still got a good few hours to look around and grab food and drinks. I saw online that one of the stalls have different homemade nougat flavours and I want to get some for Maddie.” He'd said, ushering Tommy towards his truck.
So there they were, hand in hand and wallets already lighter from a couple of purchases they'd already made. Obviously including the aforementioned nougat for Maddie, alongside a white grape flavoured Korean gin that Tommy knew Howie would love.
Evan was rambling about the molasses he'd found at the one stall for Bobby, something about a sticky toffee dessert the older man had been wanting to make that it would be perfect for and it was like Tommy couldn't look away.
Evan was beautiful. Yes, he had bags under his eyes and he would undoubtedly be crashing hard when they got to bed that night. He had scruff starting to grow in and his curls were messy, but to Tommy he was breathtaking.
“C'mon, I saw a truck that had hot honey mustard under their burger options. I'm getting you one.”
He could steal the stars from the very night sky above and they wouldn't hold a coin to the glittering joy reflected in Evan's eyes as he led them towards the food trucks closer to the parking lot.
He pulled on their clasped hands, reeling Evan in and squeezing him close and burying his nose in his neck. Tommy dipped his head and bit down at the crook between his collar bone and shoulder and oh he knew exactly what Evan had meant in the kitchen that night.
It rushed through him, crashing and roaring until it felt almost like it could choke Tommy if he wasn't careful. He didn't want to be careful. He would sink down and gladly drown in it, drown in Evan, without a second thought.
He was brought back by Evan's chest shaking with laughter and he lifted his head, cheeks warm but ultimately uncaring of anyone who might have noticed them.
“What, you couldn't wait for the burger?” Evan's eyes are filled with knowing amusement.
Tommy snorts. “I just wanted an appetiser.”
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3.
Buck slams his locker closed a little harder than necessary but he can't help but feel tired, irritated, and a little sore after having to get cleaned up for the second time that shift. The first time after drawing the short straw and being the one sent down a man hole after a teen had gotten stuck down inside it after a dare, the second from a rowdy drunkard who had thrown a swing at him and then promptly thrown up on him after landing a solid hit.
He yanks his t-shirt down over his head, grateful for the habit of keeping at least two spares in his locker for cleaning up after calls like they had today.
Leaning against his locker for a moment, grumpy at the throbbing ache in his cheek and not looking forward to Hen's prodding when he goes upstairs. He takes a breath and resigns himself to it before hanging his towel up and leaving the locker room.
“–he should be up any minute now for Hen to check it properly.” Bobby's voice drifts from the loft as Buck climbs the stairs, pausing for a moment at the top in surprise at the person leaning against the counter.
Tommy's head turned, his eyes immediately trailing over Buck, obviously doing his own check. He holds out a hand towards him and it's enough to propel Buck the last few steps forward to his boyfriend whose arms he promptly melts into.
Tommy folds him close. “Hey, Ev,” he greets softly. “Heard you had a couple rough calls so I thought I'd stop by since I was close.”
Buck burrows as deep as he can in Tommy's arms, which probably isn't entirely appropriate for work but sue him, he's feeling crappy and the whole team will understand even alongside some fond teasing, which thankfully doesn't come yet.
A hand nudges his shoulder. “Check up time, Buckaroo.” Hen reminds him and Buck groans.
Tommy chuckles and pulls away much to Buck's dismay. “C'mon, let Hen have a look.”
Buck groans again but concedes, dropping down in the chair where Hen has a few things pulled out from a med kit ready and waiting.
She's careful as she prods his cheek, mumbling a few questions about the pain level and sensation in the area and it's only a few minutes before she's content to let him be.
“Nothing's broken, thankfully. You have the start of some bruising and a little bit of swelling. I wouldn't be surprised if you get a bit of a black eye and a headache.” She reports as she tidies up. “Ice it now and again later when you're off shift and it should be fine. And take this.” She drops some tylenol in his palm and Bobby slides a glass of water over for him.
“Yes Doctor Wilson.” He gives a sassy salute but does as she says, standing to take the glass to the sink when he's done and then standing and leaning into Tommy's side.
“Should I mark him as the man behind for the last few hours of shift?” Bobby asks and it takes all of Buck's willpower not to whine. Yes, he's feeling crap but that doesn't mean he wants to be stranded from calls for the remainder of their time on the clock.
“We have what, five hours left? Maybe have him behind for the next two and if he's headache clear he can come back on for the last three.” Hen answers and Bobby nods at the compromise.
Buck frowns, ignoring the way it pulls at his cheek. “But I'm fi–”
“If you listen to Hen I'll give you the pick me up I brought on my way here.” Tommy interrupts and any protest dies.
There are a handful of places that Tommy could have stopped at if he was nearby and if he knows Tommy and how he would have wanted to choose something he especially liked, then he knows where he went.
Warmth blooms in his chest, Tommy’s care (as well as Bobby and Hen's even though he finds it slightly annoying at the moment) helping his mood pick up even without the promise of a treat.
“Okay fine. It's better than the whole five hours anyway. I know when to quit while I'm ahead.”
Hen nods in satisfaction, picking up the med kit and walking off downstairs to pack it away.
Bobby moves towards his office, but he stops to grasp Buck's shoulder. “I'm glad you're okay, Kid. It's just two hours and then you're back on the truck.” He assures and then he carries on out the kitchen. “Enjoy the treat.” He calls over his shoulder before the office door closes behind him.
Buck turns and wraps himself close to Tommy again, breathing in his cologne and the faint smell of grease. He'd probably been at the garage nearby, hunting for various parts for his latest project car. And he still dropped it and came when one of the team, likely Bobby, had called him.
And brought him a treat. Which he now wanted.
“You promised me a pick me up?” He asked, grinning at the way Tommy just shook his head.
His boyfriend reached just behind him on the counter and then he was presenting a clear take out coffee cup and brown bag.
“One brown sugar latte and a pistachio cream croissant for you, Good Sir.”
His favourites.
The earlier warmth bubbled over and he quickly grabbed the cup and packet and set them aside before he all but dove for Tommy.
He squeezed him as tightly as he could, feeling Tommy's arms wrap around him in turn. Fuck, how he loved this man. He genuinely didn't know how much more he could love him, didn't know where to put it all for how much it felt as if it was just flooding out, leaving tingling trails down his limbs and his heart racing. If Hen were to take his pulse right now, Buck was convinced it would just read as an error.
Mindful of the fact that they were at work, Buck was able to refrain from biting on the very tempting bicep on show from Tommy's cut off t-shirt come-tank top but only barely. Instead he squeezed as tightly as he could until he actually heard Tommy grunt from the pressure.
“Thank you.” He said against Tommy's shoulder.
“It's my pleasure, Ev.” Tommy's answer was slightly breathy from the tight hold Buck still had on him but he didn't complain, just let him hold on as long and tight as he wanted.
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4.
“Did you know that the Dread Pirate Roberts actually existed in real life?”
Tommy turned his head, gaze moving from the TV to look up at Evan from where he had his head pillowed comfortably on his boyfriend's lap.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Evan nodded, gesturing with one hand, the other resting on Tommy’s chest, their fingers curled together. “Bartholomew Roberts. He was a pirate in the Caribbean way back in the 18th century. He's considered as one of the most successful pirates of all time!”
Evan's eyes sparkled as he rambled, eyes flicking between Tommy and the TV screen where the Dread Pirate Roberts had just started scaling the cliffs of insanity.
“I missed your facts.” Tommy finds himself murmuring, a leftover ache of guitar flaring deep in his stomach. It's washed away quickly when Evan gives him a boyish grin.
“Well, you renewed your subscription indefinitely so there's more facts coming.”
“Oh? What's the payment schedule? Monthly or annual?” Tommy raises an eyebrow.
Evan tilts his head from side to side. “It's a complementary subscription but I wouldn't say no to some kisses as a tip?”
“As you wish. Now, back to the movie. Do you have any facts about this scene?”
They were at the top of the cliffs now, just before the sword fight between Wesley and Inigo.
“Oh! Yeah! So, they were trained by two guys who between them had been to the Olympics, worked on James Bond, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and more! How cool is that!”
And so it went, Evan rattling off facts with Tommy occasionally asking about facts in specific scenes.
“Mandy Patinkin said that Inigo Montoya is his personal favourite role of his whole career.”
“Between filming some of the scenes outside, when the weather was really cold, Andre would place one of his hands on her head to keep her head and ears warm.”
“The Pit of Despair was originally the Zoo of Death in the book but it was too expensive to create as a set so they changed it.”
“A lot of the lines from the actor who plays Miracle Max were totally ad-libbed and Mandy Patinkin bruised a rib to stop himself from laughing during scenes.”
“The two rival kingdoms in the movie are Florin and Guilder which are both names of former Dutch currencies.”
“The priest during the wedding was apparently inspired by a real life Rabbi from Chicago that gave the author of the original book the giggles because he had a speech impediment.”
It's gotten to the point that Tommy isn't even trying to pay attention to the movie anymore. Instead, he's turned to lay completely on his back, looking up at Evan with his whole attention.
“I know you go on different research binges, but you don't usually get so deep into facts from movies, especially rom coms. So why this one?” Tommy tilts his head towards the TV.
A slight flush blooms on Evan's cheeks. “Other than Love, Actually this is one of your favourites and I got curious about it.”
Tommy stares up at him, a now familiar but still absolutely overwhelming flood of love filling his chest and lungs until he thought they would burst.
So he turns his head and bites down on the top of Evan's thigh, the muscle jumping under his teeth. Honestly, he's kind of surprised they'd gotten as far in the movie as they had with Evan's strong and tattooed legs on full display thanks to the cut of sweat pants he used as lounge pants.
“You're such a nerd, I love you so much you make me feel insane.” The words are muffled against Evan's thigh.
Evan laughs and Tommy feels his hand drift up to card through his hair.
“Love you too, Tom.”
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5.
Buck shuddered, the breeze from the cracked open window had goosebumps blooming over sweat-slick skin. His thighs were burning from the punishing pace he'd set but it just added to the pleasure.
His hips twitch slightly out of rhythm with the heavy drag of Tommy's cock sending sparks tingling up Buck's spine with each downwards rolling thrust.
Tommy’s hands graze up from where they'd been resting on his hips, blunt nails scratching trails up his sides and over his chest until Buck was being pulled down into a bruising kiss.
He leans down on his forearms, almost caging Tommy between them as fingers of one hand curling into Tommy's hair, swallowing the ensuing moan when his fingers caught on a knot.
As much as Tommy liked to tease him over his own weakness for having his curls tugged on, Buck knew he was just as weak for it. Something he took great joy in exploiting.
“Fuck, Baby, I'm not gonna last much longer.” Tommy pants between kisses, their noses bumping.
“Yeah?” Buck grunts, his own breath catching with each drag of his cock between their stomachs. He sits up, trailing his fingers over Tommy's shoulders and down his arms until they reach where the others’ hands had fallen back to his hips when he'd sat up. He guides Tommy's arms up, leaning back in and lacing their fingers together, pinning both hands above his head.
Tommy moans deep in his chest, tilting his chin and capturing Buck's lips in a gentle kiss that quickly turns primal and wanting. They plateau there for a while, chasing each other's lips and tongue, hips rolling and thrusting together in a practiced rhythm.
Then Tommy shifts his hips, and the angle has him slipping that bit deeper until he's all but nailing Buck's prostate every few thrusts. It's just enough to send him hurtling over the edge into an orgasm that he didn’t even realise he was so close to, his cock jumping as he shoots off between them.
He shudders, keening when Tommy brings his legs up, feet flat to the mattress as he pistons his hips, chasing his own orgasm until he's spilling deep inside Buck.
Slumping down over Tommy, shins still bent under him to keep some of his weight from crushing him, Buck presses his forehead to Tommy's collarbone, giving into the urge to bite at his pec, sucking until he knew there would be a hickey later on. Both of their chests heaving as they caught their breath.
Tommy gave a breathy chuckle and Buck lifted his head. “What are you laughing at, huh?”
“I thought I was closer and then next thing I know you're going off like a rocket between us and getting so damn tight around me that I almost lost my mind.”
Buck snorted. “You try having your prostate nailed like that and get back to me.”
Tommy wiggles his eyebrows. “That a promise for next time?”
Buck clenches his hole, Tommy still softening inside him and the other man hisses, pinching his side.
“And you call me insatiable.” Buck snickered, pushing up onto his knees. He shivered when Tommy slipped out at the movement, both still sensitive as they came down.
He swung his leg, ready to move from the bed when Tommy grabbed him and rolled them over until he was splayed on top of him. “Nope, you're trapped.”
Buck laughed, holding him tight. “Tommy, c'mon I wanna wipe the cum off. It's getting cold and gross. We can cuddle and have snacks after we get clean and tidy the sheets.”
Tommy groaned, “Why do you have to be reasonable.”
Buck shuffled them until he was shifting to stand from the bed, pulling Tommy with him. They got cleaned, and made quick work of pulling on some soft lounging clothes and changing the sheets.
Buck made a detour to the kitchen, grabbing water and snacks for them to share.
Tommy was just slipping under the cool cotton throw they'd put out on the bed when he looked up and almost immediately narrowed in on the two slices of cheesecake he was holding.
“Where did you hide that!? That wasn't in the fridge earlier?” Tommy questions him, reaching out and taking the plates so he could get settled.
Buck smirked. “It was, I hid it behind our meal prep stuff.” He answered but Tommy was already taking a bite, a blissful expression painted across his face.
“Should I give you a moment with the cheesecake?”
Tommy moaned around another mouthful. “Yes. And leave me yours too.”
Instead of answering, Buck turned his attention to his own plate and made quick work of it. He leant over and slid both plates onto the bedside table before dropping one of the water bottles in Tommy's lap and taking the other for himself.
Tommy waited just long enough for him to recap the bottle before he was once again wrapped around him, somehow situating the throw over them both in a far smoother move than Buck would ever be capable of himself.
He settled back against the pillows, dipping his head to rest it against the side of Tommy's, tucking his face next to his breathing in the scent of his shampoo. They were both satiated, at least for the moment, they were full and cozied up in clean sheets and Buck honestly hadn't felt more content.
The next thing he knows, Tommy’s teeth are tugging at his earlobe, a small flash of heat stabbing at his core.
“You taste better than cheesecake.” Tommy mutters.
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+1
“Do you even know how good you look with a kid on your hip?” Tommy murmured to Buck as he sat back down next to him in the wicker loveseat they'd laid claim to, having helped Jee fix her braids to let Maddie carry on feeding baby Devin so he could be settled down for a nap.
The team was scattered around the patio and yard of Bobby and Athena's freshly rebuilt home. It had been surprisingly easy to get used to the new space in Buck's opinion. Though if you asked Tommy, it was thanks to Buck taking every excuse and offer to cook with Bobby in the new almost chef grade kitchen that they'd grown so comfortable there.
Was Tommy right? Possibly. Did Buck now want white quartz countertops when they eventually remodel the kitchen? Yes.
That was besides the point however. The fact was that the team was seated around the patio, chatting and bickering. The younger kids played in the yard, the older kids having been lured inside by the call of video games. Though all had promised to be out when the call to eat came.
Buck grinned, a hint of mischief underneath it. “That's what does it for you?” He snickered when a bit of a flush spread across Tommy's cheeks.
“I mostly mean actually how good you look. You just, you get so relaxed and happy when you're playing around with the kids or helping them with something.” Tommy elaborated, looking at him with soft eyes. “I love seeing you like that.”
Oh, how he loves this man. He was just about to say as much when Tommy spoke again, nose crinkling with a smirk.
“But a big, strong fireman with a kid in his arms? I am but a man, Babe.”
“So, what I'm hearing is that you want me barefoot and pr–”
“Maybe keep the full thought for home, Ev?” Tommy muttered, that slightly bitchy tone to his voice the Buck found endlessly amusing.
“Okay, okay. Fine. We can– we can talk about it, though, right? Seriously?” He asked.
Tommy nodded, eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Having kids? Yeah, Ev. We can.”
Buck couldn't help but do a mini fist pump. “Yay.”
Tommy snorted, dropping his head and sinking his teeth into the meat of his bicep.
A strangled noise had them both looking up.
“What just happened?” Chimney’s eyes were darting between them like he was watching a high stakes tennis match.
“Huh?” Buck's head tilted.
Chim spluttered. “He just bit you and you didn't even react!”
Buck's ears warmed. Tommy huffed, face scrunching in growing amusement. Buck elbowed him.
“Wait, who's biting who?” Hen questioned, drawing the attention of everyone else.
“I thought you grew out of your biting phase when you were a kid.” Maddie goaded, all too knowing amusement glinting in her eyes. Damn their sibling wine nights.
It was Buck's turn to splutter now. “I did!”
“Well, Tommy obviously didn't then.” Chimney said.
“Excuse you, I never bit anyone as a kid!”
“What happened in the two minutes I left to fetch the meat?” Bobby interrupted, coming through the glass sliding door to join them out on the patio, aforementioned containers or marinated meat for the BBQ in hand.
“Tommy,” Chimney pointed, “Bit Buck.”
Bobby blinked.
“In my defence,” Tommy raised his hands, “He was being cute.”
Realisation washed across faces and Hen started laughing.
“So you basically got cuteness aggression for your own boyfriend?” Her expression looked like she'd struck gold. “Honestly, I could see that from Buck but I'm more than a little surprised to see it from you, Tommy.”
Tommy shrugged. “I know I used to project as a hard ass and I can be bitchy at times but I think you guys sometimes forget that I'm just as much of a weirdo as all of you. There's a lot you don't see. Though it was Evan who started it, I'll give you that.”
Athena hummed. “Doesn't quite surprise me. Though I'd hazard a guess that we see you in casual settings more often than the rest in any case.”
“What do you mean that Buck started it, though?” Karen asked, ever curious.
Tommy turned and raised an eyebrow at him in quiet question, obviously wondering if they should start asking them to drop it a little. Which Buck appreciated but he didn't actually mind the teasing or the questions.
“Honestly? Exactly like how you watch a cute baby or animal and get whacked with a wave of ‘Oh this is so cute I just wanna squeeze it!’” He said. “We were washing up after a dinner date and Tommy was going on about the right way to make instant coffee–the better quality freeze dried kind, that is–and I just got overwhelmed by how passionate he was about such a minor thing and how I was standing there and just that I love him. I didn't know what to do with it all so I kind of just–” He waved his hand. “Leant over and bit him.”
“I don't know who was more surprised. Me for being bit, or that he actually bit me.” Tommy chuckled. “Outside of bed that is.” Tommy continued without thinking and then froze.
“It was kind of sweet until you ruined it! Ugh. I didn’t need to know that about my brother-in-law.” Chimney whined dramatically amidst the chorus of groans from everyone else. “You're perfect for each other. Please never tell me how much again.”
Buck cackled.