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aringofsalt"Fine. Get the fuck out of my firehouse," Gerrard repeated, this time waving his hand at both Buck and Tommy. "And don't come back, Kinard."
"That's the difference between you and me, sir," Tommy told him as he took Buck's elbow and guided him away. "I go where I'm needed. If Evan or anyone else needs me, you'll be seeing me, whether you like it or not."
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Tommy picks Buck up after he gets hurt on a call.
“You guys are ridiculous,” he heard Eddie say, but his tone was fond.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” A chair scraping against the floor and a quiet thunk against the phone’s microphone suggested that Evan had sat down.
There was silence for a minute before Eddie spoke again, dishes clinking in the background.
“Honestly, though, Buck, you’re the happiest I’ve ever seen you when you’re with him, you know?”
“Really?”
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buck doesn't hang up the phone properly and tommy gets to hear what he really thinks of him.
Howie picks up on the third ring.
"Hey, Tommy," he says, "how's our patient?"
Tommy snorts out a laugh. "Talkative," he admits.
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Tommy talks to Chimney before heading to the loft.
Tommy finally headed back over to his own side of the court, jogging backwards as he waved goodbye to Jee—show off.
"He nice," Jee announced, and Buck couldn’t help but agree.
"Yeah, Jee, he’s very nice."
And his opinion was totally not biased by the fact that Tommy had stripped off his cut-off hoodie as he went, revealing muscles that flexed enticingly as he threw it at his friend’s face.
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Buck and Jee-Yun meet Tommy on a basketball court. No ankles were broken in the writing of this fic.
The bed is empty when Buck wakes, the blankets pushed back and sheets cold as he gropes around, still half asleep. That isn't that unusual, these days; it feels like right now, they don't get to spend more than an hour total in bed together through the night.
But it's worth it, he reminds himself as he yawns and pushes himself out of bed, and soon enough it'll settle down.
"Hey, let me help you with that," Buck offered—not running away from Chimney, thank you very much—reaching for the dog she was holding before the poor thing could squirm its way into falling to the floor.
"Thank you," she said gratefully. "Billie gets so stressed out, poor girl. It's been a rough few days."
"I bet." Buck stroked her little forehead, cradling her gently against his chest. "Hi, Billie!"
The helicopter is so still in the air it looks like it's floating, like the entire world is just as frozen as Buck feels.
"Evan," Tommy's voice crackles softly over the radio. "Evan, I need you to know—"
"No way," Buck interrupts. "You're not doing this to me, Tommy."
Some backstory: I (31M) have been at my job for about four years. My coworker B (30sM) is one of the boss's favourites, and has spent a lot of time hazing me, even after I passed my probation. He's a bit better now, but I've never considered him to be a particularly close coworker, let alone friend.
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Ravi turns to Reddit.
“So, that happened,” Evan said finally.
“It sure did,” Tommy agreed. “Are they always, uhh—”
“Like that? Yeah, pretty much.”
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Tommy meets the Buckleys. It goes about as well as expected.
They’ve done it before, is the thing. This little act of theirs.
For most people, a simple hey babe and arm around the waist or shoulder would be enough to make them back off. A few more tenacious examples had refused to leave them alone entirely, watching them like a hawk the whole night.
And then there was this guy.
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Eddie helps Buck chase off a guy who won't take 'no' for an answer. Tommy realizes some things. Then they all realize some things.
Steve noticed the boyfriend first, the next time he saw them. He had grabbed a table, sitting alone on his phone until the best friend arrived and he looked up, grinning. For the first little while, Steve thought it was sweet; he just looked like a normal guy in a relationship, getting to know his new boyfriend’s friend.
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A bartender at Buck, Eddie, and Tommy's favourite bar has some thoughts.
“That’s pretty. It’s like a treasure chest.”
“Something like that.” Tommy followed him into the room, pulling his shirt over his head as he went.
“You holding out on me?” Buck teased. “Got some secret pirate booty in that treasure chest? Arrrr,” he growled playfully, teasing, and Tommy…Tommy paused. Not for long, not like he was actually bothered, but it was there.
—
Buck finds Tommy's toy chest.
a little collection of ficlets inspired by tumblr asks and prompts!
firecopter: Griffith Park trail rescue, huh? I go hiking out there pretty often. Maybe if I managed to get stuck out there you’d be the one to rescue me.
If only I were into guys, Buck thought idly. Even he could acknowledge this guy was hot as hell. He was even debating answering, if only just to say hey, sorry, I’m only on here looking for my friend but you seem really nice, would you like to grab a beer sometime, but the alarm went off and he forgot all about it.
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aka, the grindr fic
Amanda saw Tommy for the first time when he was sweaty and covered in soot.
Kinard, his jacket had said on the back. She'd only noticed because he'd been the one to carry the bride-to-be out of the building. She and half of her friends were now hanging off of him, calling him strong and brave and so sexy, and it had been a while since Amanda had seen a man's face hold that particular brand of panic when surrounded by beautiful women.
She recognized it anyway.
The lack of communication wasn't surprising, not really.
It stung, a little, deep in the soft parts of him that had hoped maybe, maybe, Evan would chase him down. Make him explain, make him stay. He'd almost expected it, despite himself, thought he'd wake up the next day to a text or a voicemail or something.
But it wasn't like he deserved anything other than silence; he did this to himself.
It was raining. Of course it was raining.
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a goodbye and a hello (again)
"I was going to come home and heat up leftover pizza and maybe manage to wash my face before I passed out," Tommy snorted. "And instead you're giving me a spa day."
"Spa night, more like." Evan glanced at his phone on the counter. "Or spa very-early-morning."
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Tommy gives Buck a key, and Buck gives Tommy a collar.
Eagerly, Buck hopped out of the car, grabbing his phone and wallet before heading towards the main door. As he drew close, a man came around the corner of the parking lot. He was tall, dressed in work jeans and boots and an honest-to-god red flannel jacket with a tool belt slung around his hips and an arm full of firewood, and he froze as he caught sight of Buck.
"Uh, hi," Buck said, giving him a small wave as the man's piercing blue eyes narrowed at him.
"Hey, you must be...Evan?" the man guessed.
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Tommy is injured in 2005 and moves to Snowflake Hollow, Maine, after inheriting Pine Point Lodge from his great-uncle. Buck is injured in 2019 and decides to cross the country to get a bit of a break before he does something rash (like sue the department).
Did you want a sappy holiday rom-com? Cause you're getting a sappy holiday rom-com.
After he pulled the cover off the car, Evan making the appropriate oohs and ahhs, he’d shown him how to lift the hood. Evan knew how to do his own basic car maintenance, of course, he loved to know things and be self-reliant, but he also liked Tommy to show him things. So he did his regular checks with Evan pressed up against his side, watching closely. They deemed it to be in good shape, then he pointed toward the bucket and pile of sponges and cloths he’d set off to the side.
“And now, for the fun part,” he announced grandly.
“Y’know, if you wanted to get me wet, all you had to do was ask,” Evan teased him.
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They mess around in Tommy's garage. That's it, that's the fic.
It almost slipped out, then, a little please, daddy to test the waters, but a bit of light flirting after some wining and dining was not the actual discussion this probably warranted. So he bit down on his lower lip, a whine forcing its way out instead.
He thought Tommy might be able to tell, anyway.
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Buck works up to calling Tommy daddy.
“We are still in public,” Tommy’s voice rumbled against Buck’s lips when his hands dipped even lower under the hoodie to grope at his ass. “Just, you know, so you’re aware.”
"Good thing I like attention," Buck retorted.
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day 5 of bucktommykinkweek: exhibitionism, public/semi-public sex
"You look so good in leather, baby," he cooed, in that almost-patronizing voice Tommy loved so much.
"I like it when you put it there," Tommy breathed in agreement.
—
Tommy's collar gets some matching cuffs.
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day 6 of bucktommykinkweek: rimming / shower sex / "stay still, don't move your hips"
Greedy, Buck thinks fondly. He loves Tommy like this. Of course, he loves him every which way, but there's something so special about this Tommy, the one only Buck gets to see. The one that needs him so badly, the one that gives Buck his body to do with as he pleases and loves every second of it.
—
Buck has a really good dream.
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Day 1 of bucktommykinkweek round 2: double penetration | "I dreamt about you last night"
Casually, he stretched his foot out along the table, his sock brushing sensitive skin, and was rewarded with a soft whimper. He grinned into the phone.
"Okay, Hen, we'll see you then. Tell Chim he's not allowed to have any of the cake, that's for Maddie and my nephew, you hear me?"
He listened again, reached into his pocket, and fiddled with the little remote he'd hidden away. This got him a small moan, quickly bitten off before Hen could register it.
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day 2 of bucktommykinkweek round 2: sub Tommy/dom Buck | predicament bondage
It was the first time they had been out like this, to a place like this, together, and something about it clearly had Evan feeling some kind of way. He'd barely let go of Tommy's hand or waist—or ass—all evening, drinking in the way they could. The way it wasn't just accepted, but expected and encouraged, that they could be as touchy and clingy as they wanted to be and the people around them would just cheer them on. Now, dancing close together, all Tommy could feel was Evan. One of his big, warm hands on the dip of his spine, the other pushed into Tommy's back pocket, fingers digging into his ass and dragging him in.
And now, in the middle of the dance floor, Tommy was about to have a problem.
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The boys go dancing...
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Day 3 of bucktommykinkweek round 2: snowballing/come play | "I can't believe we just did that"
He'd had a bit of an itch under his skin for the last few days, leaning into brat mode as Tommy—affectionately, mostly—called it. Most of the time, he loved being good, loved the praise and fond looks, loved earning the warmth of Tommy's attention on him.
This was the complete opposite.
Teasing and pushing, hoping for a reaction, the kind that would scratch and bruise instead of stroke and soothe.
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a belated day 4 for bucktommykinkweek round 2: humiliation | painal | "get on your knees"
Evan.
The guy was super nice; he'd patiently answered all of Tommy's questions. He was an absolute professional, somehow managing to finish up on schedule even with all of Tommy's interruptions.
He also happened to be the hottest man Tommy had ever seen, and now he was up on the roof of Tommy's shed in a cut-off muscle shirt, jeans, a safety harness, and work gloves, his muscles rippling in the sunlight like something directly pulled from Tommy's fantasies.
And Tommy was a weak man.
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Contractor Buck and homeowner Tommy have a bit of a situation.
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day 7 of bucktommykinkweek: voyeurism | "I hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."
