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Buck didn’t want to go home.
His head was spinning, it was all too much. What a spectacularly shitty day he’d had and what the fuck was going to happen with everything as there was no way in hell they were working under that asshole.
He’d called an incredulous Tommy on his break, ranting about how unfair it all was and what could they do. Tommy had been just about to get off work and had calmly told Buck to come to his house after his shift and they could talk about it. Buck had protested, knowing that Tommy had to get up with the sun the next day and how he didn’t want to ruin his night but he’d insisted, lifting Buck’s mood for the first time in hours.
He left work without showering, desperate to get out of there like the rest ot his friends. He drove to Tommy’s house mostly on autopilot, feeling the tension drain out of him the further away he got.
He kept hearing his own sighs, and just felt so ridiculously grateful that he wasn’t going back to his apartment, alone, where he would spiral himself into a panic.
The 118 group chat buzzed away on his passenger seat until they all started to get home, and Buck spent five minutes sat outside Tommy’s house catching up with the latest confused messages. He sighed again and shoved his phone in his pocket, getting out of the car and easing the door shut, careful to be quiet in the relative peace of the early morning.
It was just after 1am, and Buck was looking forward to showering and crawling into bed next to a warm body. He found himself smiling just at the thought of it. How his life had changed, how lucky he’d gotten.
Although he had to get in first. Tommy’s instructions seemed ridiculously easy, and it had been cute to Buck even in his shock about work how Tommy had seemed really pleased that Buck was coming even though it was short notice.
Buck had been expecting a little key safe, or one of those magnetic hidey hole things secreted somewhere. Instead, Tommy had just put a key under a small plant pot with a dead plant inside. It made him smile again and he quickly checked for a video doorbell that might have caught him being such a dork. None, thank god.
Despite how awful the day had been, Buck felt oddly giddy at letting himself into Tommy’s place. Domestic. He was wanted here. Invited.
He closed the door quietly behind him, turning the deadbolt and letting his eyes adjust. He was bone achingly tired all of a sudden, the prospect of bed and the body in it making his chest hurt.
He showered quickly, using Tommy’s things as he hadn’t brought anything with him and trying not to let the water wake him up too much. He brushed his teeth with the toothbrush he’d left a few nights earlier and put just his underwear back on before he slowly made his way into the bedroom, cautious of knocking things over or stubbing his toes as he’d never done it in the dark.
The blinds were down with only a thin sliver of light casting a line over Tommy’s body. He was laying on his front with one arm under his pillow, his breathing slow and steady. Buck was pretty sure that he was actually asleep and not pretending, so he stayed as quiet as possible as he went to the empty side of the bed. His side.
As his eyes adjusted he saw a lump on the pillow and found a soft t-shirt had been left for him to sleep in. The fluttering in his chest returned again despite his fatigue, and he pulled the shirt on and got into bed.
The mattress dipped inder his weight and he paused, getting a better look at Tommy in the gloom. His face was half in the pillow and Buck enjoyed looking at him without being self conscious about it. When he was sure he hadn’t woken him he settled down and lay on his back, trying to get his sleepy mindset back and not let the whole 118 situation intrude on the moment.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand and he grabbed it, ignoring the notification and quickly turning vibrate off. Setting a quick alarm for 7am, he moved on to his side and faced away from Tommy so that he wouldn’t get distracted and would just go to sleep like a normal person.
He’d barely closed his eyes before he heard movement, and Tommy’s warm hand stroked his back gently a few times.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” Buck whispered, looking over his shoulder to see that Tommy’s eyes were still closed. It was very cute, but also totally unfair to keep him up when he had to work. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmph,” More movement, and Buck sighed as Tommy’s hand came to rest on his side, his thumb stroking gently. “Want to talk?”
“No, it’s ok,” Buck sank into the touch, feeling his body relax with every stroke. “Go back to sleep.”
Tommy mumbled something in assent and patted him a few times before he took his hand away. Buck felt sleep pulling him under as he settled down, soothed by just knowing he wasn’t alone.
***
Buck wasn’t fully used to all the sounds of Tommy’s place yet, and he slept fitfully, waking up a few hours later and finding Tommy’s hand had found its way on to his chest. It was still dark out and he stayed still, laying on his back and watching Tommy’s hand rise and fall with his breaths before his eyes got too heavy to keep open.
He slept.
***
He woke again a little later, this time finding himself alone. It was still dark but not as dark as before, and Buck felt around for his phone, squinting as he looked at the time. 4.05. He listened out for Tommy but couldn’t hear anything. He’d told him the night before he didn’t have to leave until 5.30, and Buck hated how needy it made him feel that he was already lonely.
He debated getting up to go find him but soon talked himself out of it. Tommy’s time was his own and he hadn’t been expecting to host him, after all. He was entitled to do whatever he wanted in his own space. He shouldn’t be treated like one of those creepy anime pillows just for Buck.
He settled for shuffling over onto his stomach so that he could feel if Tommy’s side of the bed was still warm, and was just rearranging himself in the center with his head in between the two pillows when he heard the door open with a soft click.
He stayed still, relieved not to get caught doing anything dumb. He heard barely there footsteps and then felt the bed dip as Tommy sat down and touched his shoulder gently.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
Buck considered pretending to be asleep but dismissed it. He rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the low light spilled in from the hallway.
“You didn’t, it’s ok.,” Tommy nodded and squeezed Buck’s shoulder. Buck sighed and breathed out slowly, sleepy again. “You going to work?”
“No, not yet,” Tommy’s hand left his shoulder and Buck grumbled, sighing happily when it returned. “I was just gonna work out. You ok?”
Buck shrugged. He didn’t really want to think about anything big. He felt detached from it all in the safety of Tommy’s bed, looking at him properly as he fully woke up. He was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, his hair sticking up slightly at the side. Buck noticed he was holding his toothbrush.
“You sure?” Tommy moved his hand and ran his fingers through Buck’s hair. “Want to talk about it?”
“Tomorrow,” Buck yawned and leaned into Tommy’s soft touches, snugglng into the pillow and feeling sleep calling him again. “Today, later. You know what I mean.”
The mattress shifted again as Tommy got up. Buck pouted, not realizing Tommy was watching him until he heard him laugh softly. He turned back over on to his other side, facing away from Tommy and expecting to hear him leave the room as the door clicked shut.
He was in the middle of another yawn when the bed dipped and he felt Tommy slide back under the covers. He was about to turn over when Tommy shuffled behind him, nudging his arm until he lifted it so that he could pull him close, his hand on his chest.
“This ok?”
“Don’t you want to work out?”
“I’d rather do this,” Tommy took a deep breath behind him and Buck bit his lip so he wouldn’t react when he realized he was smelling him. “If you don’t mind?”
“I, uh, I do not mind.”
“Good,” Tommy’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Buck could focus only on the slow, methodical strokes of his thumb on his chest. “Go back to sleep.”
***
Buck dozed. He thought it would be impossible with Tommy snuggled up against him but he was exhausted. He had no idea how long he’d drifted off for, only stirring when he felt Tommy trying to move his arm out from under Buck’s own.
“Work?” He opened his eyes, it was still dark but couldn’t be far off dawn. “Time is it?”
“4.45.”
Tommy sounded weird. Buck hid a yawn behind his hand and moved over on to his back. He’d only been asleep a half hour or so but he felt actually awake unlike before. Tommy had moved back to his side of the bed, his head resting on his elbow.
Buck studied him. It was hard to see him completely clearly but he felt he knew him well enough to read his expression. Taking a chance, he reached out to rest his hand on his chest and moved it slowly down. Tommy’s eyes shone in the dark but he didn’t move to stop Buck as his hand got lower.
Tommy was hard. He looked steadily at Buck, a small frown on his face.
“Ah,” Buck smiled and rested his hand on Tommy’s stomach, tapping his fingers a few times. He felt his own body waking up and taking an interest. “Good morning.”
“Sorry.”
“Why?” Buck stopped touching him and lay back down. He stretched out and yawned again, feeling Tommy’s eyes on him. He looked back at him and caught his eye before he turned back on to his side, facing away like he had been. “Come back.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“You were,” Tommy sounded amused, and Buck was encouraged by him moving around behind him before he finally settled right back where he had been. He positioned them so that his lower body wasn’t touching Buck. “You looked cute.”
Buck humphed in mock annoyance and went to say how he wasn’t cute, when Tommy buried his head in the back of his neck again.
“It’s just, you-“ He did it once more as he squeezed Buck’s chest. “You, you smell so good, like my stuff., I couldn’t help it. I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
Disturbed was not how Buck felt. Not at all. Not one bit. He shifted backwards so they were touching, and smiled when Tommy’s grip tightened.
“Do you want to?” Buck pushed against him, hoping his intentions were clear. “Do you have time?”
“Yes, but you should sleep.” Tommy’s words seemed to be at odds with his actions as his hand found its way down to palm Buck’s half hard dick over the top of his underwear. “I should let you sleep.”
“I can sleep later.” Buck was one hundred percent awake now, and the idea of going back to sleep in Tommy’s bed without him in it and getting to scent mark it like a dog made him feel hot. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.” Tommy deadpanned, and Buck smiled in the dark. He loved his voice. “Pretty much all the time, to be honest.”
Buck wasn’t expecting that, and it seemed to surprise Tommy too, as he went quiet behind him even as his hand made its way inside Buck’s underwear. He jacked him slowly, getting him hard as he pushed up behind him, his cock insistent even through two layers of fabric.
Whether it was because of the low light or the pretense of still being sleepy, Buck wanted to try and take the lead a little more. He covered Tommy’s hand with his own and got it out of his underwear, motioning to him that he wanted to take them off. Tommy leaned back and watched him as he pulled them off and sat up slightly to pull his shirt off.
Buck stared back at him, grateful that the blush he could feel on his face as Tommy watched him wouldn’t show in the dark. When he still didn’t move for a while Buck reached out and pulled on the hem of his shirt, laughing when Tommy jumped slightly and smiled quickly before he got undressed and dropped his clothes off the side of the bed.
Buck took a deep breath and lay on his back. He stayed still and waited for Tommy to come to him, which he did, stroking his face before he kissed him sweetly. He was keeping his body angled away again and Buck hooked his leg around Tommy’s to pull him closer. He broke the kiss and ran his hands down Tommy’s back, manhandling him so that he was laying on top of him.
He was heavy, but Buck could take it. He loved it, the feeling of being pressed down, covered. Tommy seemed to be enjoying himself too, thrusting slowly up against him as he kissed Buck’s neck, his hands either side of his head.
The friction between them was dry, and Buck relished how grounding it was, keeping everything slower and more languid. He ran his hands up and down Tommy’s back, feeling the muscles flex under his fingers and breathing deeply.
Tommy reached in between them and somehow got both of their cocks in his big hand. His coordination honestly baffled and impressed Buck in equal measure. He moved his hands down to Tommy’s ass and pulled him closer, finding his mouth again and kissing him filthily.
Tommy pushed up against him hard, and while Buck was for sure enjoying himself, he was also getting a little concerned about having limited time. He didn’t want to make Tommy late for work because of him. Tommy seemed to be happy enough though, so he let himself be pushed into the mattress and relaxed as much as he could with 200lb plus of hard, hot man on top of him.
They were both leaking by now, and Tommy released them, taking his talented mouth away from Buck’s and dropping his head down on to his shoulder for a second before he rolled back on to his side of the bed and sat up. Buck listened as he rummaged around the nightstand, and moved on to his side as he usually did.
The fact that he had a usual position for having sex with a man still made his stomach flip, and he stroked himself slowly, listening to Tommy swear quietly as he couldn’t find the lube and then laughing when he exclaimed in triumph when he did.
The now familiar sound of the cap being flicked was like a pavlovian dog whistle to him, and he found his body sunconsciously clenching, waiting for Tommy’s thick fingers.
“Can- Hey, Evan, can we-?” Buck looked back in surprise as Tommy touched his shoulder with the heel of his hand. His fingers were shiny and Buck gave a little aborted thrust. Tommy saw him, and his eyes widened. “Can we try, like this?”
Buck let himself be moved back on to his back, his heart racing. He’d honestly lost count now of all the times they’d had sex, and not a single time had been anything but great, in his not so humble opinion, but it was nearlly always on their sides or standing up. They’d done lots of stuff with Buck on his back, sure, but never actual sex.
Buck felt little zaps of electricity course through his body. He was so turned on, ridiculously so for such a supposedly dull position. Tommy was watching him hungrily, and it made him feel great, bold.
“Sure,” He wanted to sound confident and sexy but he felt like he could hear the trepidation in his voice. It was so stupid, all of the kinky shit he’d done and he was nervous about vanilla, missionary sex. “Great.”
Yikes.
Tommy didn’t acknowledge Buck’s ridiculousness, just carried on looking at him. He was breathing slowly and Buck knew him well enough now to know that he was really into it, the idea of having sex when they could do nothing but look at eachother.
Not that Buck had a problem with looking at him, that wasn’t it. He was just nervous that the tightrope he’d been walking for the last couple of months would wobble and throw him off. So far he’d been able to go with the flow and had put his faith in his own instincts, and mostly, Tommy, to set the pace.
Still, another thing to check off the big gay sex bucket list was always good. There were still so many things he wanted to try, and it could be a gamechanger for all he knew. If he was going to do it he’d do his best to make it good.
Tommy must have finally realized he didn’t have an abundance of time, as he shook his head quickly to clear it, and rubbed his fingers together, making Buck shiver im anticipation. He stayed still, waiting for Tommy to move him wherever he wanted him.
Finally he did, tapping Buck’s leg so that he relaxed and opened them. He moved closer to him and used his dry hand to tilt Buck’s head so he could kiss him while his hand made its way between his legs.
The angle was tight and Buck couldn’t help but flinch as his body resisted. Tommy soothed him with kisses as he made headway, relaxing him further and making his legs fall open. It felt…good. Really good. It was different, more intrusive somehow but the stretch, the familiar ache, that was perfect.
Buck was absolutely one hundred percent fine with knowing how much he liked having fingers in him. He’d tried to do it himself a couple of times since he’d been with Tommy but it just didn’t feel the same. Luckily he didn’t need his own now.
Tommy was kissing his neck, careful not to leave marks apart from the stubble rash that Buck actually kind of liked having. For a second he remembered what had happened at work and what a homophobic asshole he now had to work with, and suddenly the idea of going in covered in marks from Tommy made him shudder with pleasure.
“It’s good?” Tommy mumbled into his neck just as he found Buck’s prostate. Smooth bastard. Buck said nothing, lost in his head, and Tommy cupped his cheek and searched his face, his expressiom earnest in spite of where his fingers were. “This is ok?”
Buck nodded and Tommy looked relieved before he went back to his customary spot in the crook of Buck’s neck. Buck lifted his leg and groaned when it made Tommy brush his prostate again. He got his hands around Tommy’s body and pulled him half on top of him, needing more contact.
Tommy came willingly, removing his fingers for a second to give Buck a few gentle, deft strokes. Buck could see that Tommy was achingly hard and his mouth watered. He genuinely loved giving blow jobs now, understanding that being a people pleaser and someone who has a tendency to hyperfocus can apparently lead to a very steep learning curve.
Tommy settled on top of him, rubbing their cocks rogether and dropping his head onto Buck’s shoulder when it obviously felt too good. Buck beamed in the dark, it felt great to him too but he loved it when Tommy lost control, however brief it ended up being as he recovered and got his fingers back inside, making Buck’s breaths catch in his throat.
Normally he would be talking, showing more enthusiasm. His body just felt slow and relaxed and so, so good. The low light made it feel like they were in a little cocoon and he loved listening to the little changes in breath and noises he got from Tommy that he normally missed.
Tommy still only had two fingers in him, but they were big fucking fingers and Buck was ready for the real deal. He ran his hand up Tommy’s back and scritched his hand in his hair to get his attention, stealing a kiss when he came up for air.
It turned dirty, and Buck was pushing back on Tommy’s fingers instinctively. It was too dry really, but he was distracted by how good it felt every time their cocks brushed where they were trapped between their bodies. He broke away, taking a shaky breath as Tommy kissed his jaw while he stroked his hair with his free hand.
Buck felt like he should feel bad about how much he loved being taken care of and touched so softly, but he also didn’t give a fuck so there was also that.
Tommy read his mind, or at least his body that he now knew very well, withdrawing his fingers and feeling around for the lube. Buck could see more of him now as it got lighter, and he shamelessly appreciated how hot he was. The fact that he was his boyfriend and he was allowed to look at him that way. Allowed to touch.
Tommy found the lube and Buck watched as he closed his eyes and jacked himself slowly. It was so hot that Buck touched himself too, making Tommy’s eyes open and a wild look to cross his face for a fleeting second. It was hot.
Tommy pulled himself together and leaned in for a kiss, once again distracting Buck as he settled back on top of him. He moved Buck’s legs so his knees were raised, before he broke the kiss again and grabbed his pillow, getting it under the small of Buck’s back in another disarmingly smooth move. Buck waited, barely touching himself and watching his own chest rise and fall quickly so that he wouldn’t stare Tommy out and put him off.
Tommy tapped Buck’s leg to get his attention, wanting an ok to proceed, Buck knew. He nodded, and wrapped his legs around Tommy’s thighs without thinking about it. He watched Tommy as he looked down at what he was doing, gripping a fistful of sheet as Tommy pushed inside and hovered above him, holding himself up and looking at Buck for reassurance that he was ok.
He was. Very much so. He thought he’d want to look away but found he couldn’t look anywhere else apart from Tommy’s wide eyes. He tightened his legs around Tommy’s lower back and groaned unashamedly when it pushed him deeper inside him. He felt so good. So full.
Tommy’s arm shook with the effort of not moving and Buck noticed. He turned the tables on him and pulled him into a deep kiss, taking his weight and grabbing his ass with his free hand to move him even deeper inside. Tommy had to break away from him to swear quietly under his breath and Buck laughed happily. He rocked his body so that Tommy would move, fully expecting him to go hard and fast, given how worked up they both were.
Instead Tommy went slowly, moving until he was almost fully out and then sliding back home again, bottoming out while he looked down at Buck, his lips parted. His hair was still sticking up on one side where Buck had been yanking on it and it was so hot that Buck instinctively took control again, pushing him back in with a squeeze of his ass.
They quickly found their rhythm, Tommy rocking into him with long, slow thrusts while Buck would wait until he was almost out to push him back in again. Because Tommy wasn’t moving fast enough to create any friction on his own cock, Buck tried to get his hand on himself but couldn’t without throwing them both off.
He could tell that Tommy was close though from the way he was breathing, and the ever so slight loss of concentration in his thrusts. Patience was a virtue, and knowing he could come soon was fine as long as he got to watch Tommy come apart on top of him. Inside of him.
It was so intense, so intimate. The sordid sounds their bodies made, the light slowly intruding on them and letting them both see how they affected eachother. It was as close to a religious experience as Buck was ever going to get. And from the world’s most boring position on paper, no less.
Tommy surprised him by leaning right back so that he was kneeling, and pulled Buck closer to him by his hips. It was still so awesome to Buck to be moved so easily, and he was still enjoying how good that felt when Tommy pushed deep inside of him, hitting his prostate and making him cry out. He did it again, and Buck felt his orgasm build, reaching behind him to hold on to the headboard while his other hand grabbed the sheets again.
Tommy was looking at him, Buck realized, and he looked up from where he was watching his own hand act out a cliche porn scene. As soon as their eyes met Tommy went still and dropped down on top of him, his cock pulsing inside of Buck as he came.
The whole experience coupled with the sudden friction on his dick meant Buck followed him, and he shuddered through the feeling of his come hitting both of their stomachs where they were joined.
It was gross, really. But also super hot in a way that made Buck feel slutty and good about himself. He drifted off in his head and replayed how intense it had been, how gentle despite the fact that actually he’d still just been fucked into the mattress like usual, just with eye contact.
He shuddered again, clenching around Tommy and making him mumble something unintelligible into Buck’s neck. Buck did it again, wincing with discomfort this time but still happy to hear Tommy make the kind of sounds he was making.
While Buck could easily take Tommy’s weight, his leg was having second thoughts about where it was and he dropped it back down to lay flat, grateful Tommy couldn’t see the grimace of pain it gave him. Stupid leg.
Tommy raised his body up so that he was on his elbows and eased himself out of Buck, watching while he took slow deep breaths. Buck stayed still. This was his favorite part.
Wordlessly, Tommy moved Buck’s other leg so that he could slide the pillow out from under him, dropping it on the floor with his clothes. He was still quiet and Buck watched him, wondering what he was thinking about.
“Can I do something.”
Tommy spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. Bucl nodded.
“Anything.”
“Evan.”
Tommy had apparently been thinking dirty things as Buck bit his lip in surprise and pleasure when he felt Tommy’s finger dip back inside him, just for a second, but long enough to make Buck raise his hips reflexively. Tommy put his hand on his stomach and pushed him gently back down.
“Sorry. I always wanted to do that.”
Buck shook his bead and opened his arms in a ‘have at it’ gesture. Tommy smirked and raised an eyebrow at him before he leaned back over the bed and found his shirt. He wiped their stomachs down and licked his lips quickly before he focused on gently cleaning Buck up.
When he was done he reached over to the nightstand and tapped Buck’s phone. Buck tiurned his face away from the sudden light and heard Tommy make a disappointed noise before he flopped down next to him and folded his arms behind his head to replace the pillow that was somewhere on the floor.
“I really need to go to work.”
Buck hummed and turned gingerly on to his side to face Tommy. He rested his hand on his chest and looked up at him, finding Tommy already looking at him. He felt so good, so taken care of, and his mouth ran away with his thoughts.
“That was really nice.”
“Yeah,” Tommy nodded quickly and stroked Buck’s face Buck felt his eyes close for a second and he yawned. “You’re so cute.”
“M’not cute.”
“I think you are. Your hair-“
Buck forced himself to open his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, flattening it. He had gone straight from the shower to bed and had now rolled around in it, he probably looked weird.
“Stop, you look good.” Tommy sighed and Buck tried to keep his eyes open even as he felt his body rebelling. The bed dipped and when Tommy spoke he was over by the window, Buck could tell. It was considerably lighter now and Buck could feel Tommy’s eyes on him. He stretched out and pulled the comforter up to his chest as be moved on to his back, pulling a face as he felt come on the top of his thighs. “Jesus, Evan.”
Buck opened his eyes and watched as Tommy visibly pulled himself together and started to tidy up. His eyelids grew heavy as Tommy left briefly, coming back with another pillow and dropping it back down before he put Buck’s underwear and the t-shirt he’d left him on top of it.
Buck must have dozed off, as when he next stirred Tommy was dressed, standing by the side of the bed and fastening his watch. His hair looked wet but be hadn’t shaved. Buck wanted a kiss, so he reached out to get his attention, lightly tapping his thigh. He felt sticky and too warm, but also sated and so comfortable. He would let himself revel in it for a few hours before his alarm, and then do some laundry for Tommy before his shift.
Tommy knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. He smellt good and Buck sighed happily before he felt sleep pulling him under again. Tommy pulled the comforter up again and stroked Buck’s arm gently before his weight left the bed.
“Text me when you get up, if I’m not busy we can talk.”
“K.” It was all Buck could manage. “Drive safe.”
“Help yourself to anything you want. I’ll see you later?”
Buck could tell he was by the door now and he raised his hand in quick thumbs up, making Tommy laugh quietly before the door opened and closed softly.
Help yourself to anything you want, Buck thought. He didn’t need to. He had everything he wanted.
He closed his eyes and slept.