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@louliversummerweek, day one: jealousy, semi-public sex 3,227 words // rated E // read on ao3

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The first time the hot bartender openly flirts with Lou, Oliver merely smirks to himself.

He thinks he's allowed to be a little smug; anyone with eyes can see that his boyfriend is looking particularly sexy this evening - Oliver himself had been so taken by Lou's navy button down and sinfully tight black jeans that he'd almost ditched their evening plans altogether in favour of peeling his clothes off of him, inch by glorious inch - and it sends a thrill of something down his spine to see people's gazes lingering on his man from all corners of the bar, to know that they all wanted him and couldn't have him.

The second time it happens, it doesn't seem quite so funny.

"Looks like Lou's made a friend," Kenny says, nodding towards the bar with a smirk, and Oliver smiles and laughs with the rest of them, all the while wondering why he and Lou had decided to keep their relationship secret in the first place.

(Yeah, okay - privacy, security, wanting time to get to know each other properly out of the spotlight, all reasons that pale in comparison to how much Oliver wants to publicly claim his boyfriend right now.)

If Lou senses the change in Oliver's demeanour he doesn't mention it, only continuing to be the adorable, sexy goofball Oliver had fallen for as they celebrate the end of another week of shooting.

The third time it happens, Oliver decides he can't take it anymore.

"Gonna see if Lou needs a hand with the drinks," he tells the others, putting down his not quite empty beer bottle and cutting through the crowd to the bar.

Lou is smiling his beautiful, scrunchy smile at something the bartender is saying and an almost vicious jealousy flares in Oliver's chest as he moves up beside him.

He leans right into Lou's space, mouth so close to his ear that he feels the shiver it sends down Lou's spine. "Meet me by the bathroom in five minutes."

Lou's gaze feels hot on his back as he walks away and he smirks to himself, his body thrumming with anticipation as he heads for the back corner of the bar.

His grin widens when he sees a long row of individual bathrooms; he'd been expecting to have to be quick and quiet in a stall as other people went in and out but, as much as the thrill of that might make his dick hard, a single stall meant he could really go to town on Lou.

Might even be able to properly fuck him over the sink.

His dick twitches in his pants at the thought and he claims the next available bathroom, flicking the lock with fingers jittery with excitement. He checks his wallet for the sachet of lube he'd stashed there earlier, putting it within reach on the sink counter before checking himself over in the mirror while he waits.

He hears familiar footsteps sooner than expected and grins to himself; Lou must've gotten impatient.

"Oli?" he calls, just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar, and Oliver unlocks the door to see him standing there looking a little antsy, a telltale bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

"Hey," he says, a little breathlessly, and Oliver responds with a smirk as he pulls him into the bathroom by his shirt.

"Hi," he breathes, pushing Lou against the wall as he locks the door again.

"What's-" Lou starts but Oliver cuts him off with a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into his mouth as he uses his full body weight to press him against the tiles, hands planted on his chest and thumbing at his nipples through his shirt. Lou moans into his mouth as he slides his own hands beneath Oliver's hem, fingers playing across his already flushed skin.

Oliver only lets up when Lou is whining and panting into his mouth, so beautifully desperate that he could almost come in his pants just listening to him.

"Thought you might need a reminder," Oliver murmurs as he kisses his way from lips to jaw to throat, mouthing at Lou's pulse point and enjoying the way it jumps beneath his tongue.

"Reminder of what?" Lou asks and Oliver chuckles into his throat before sliding a hand down to his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Lou curses under his breath, voice low and needy as Oliver teases him.

"That hot bartender was really friendly, huh?" Oliver says, lifting his head to meet Lou's gaze in time to see the flash of recognition in his eyes.

"Oh no, babe, I wasn't-"

"I know you weren't," Oliver interrupts, smirking, "because you're mine, aren't you sweetheart?"

Lou moans, low and filthy as his eyes darken; they'd played this game before and Oliver knew it was one of Lou's favourites. "Yes, yeah."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I'm-" He gasps when Oliver squeezes his cock, mouth falling slack with pleasure. "Fuck, baby, yes, I'm yours, only yours-"

"Good," Oliver says, a pleased flush running through him at Lou's words. "Now turn around."

Lou complies easily, planting his hands on the counter and sticking his ass out like he knows, or hopes he knows, where this is going. Oliver presses close against him and Lou finds his gaze in the mirror, biting his lip as Oliver grinds his hips, slow and filthy.

It's times like this that Oliver can't quite believe his luck.

He'd briefly met Lou back during the filming of season two and, though Oliver had been crushing hard enough to suggest meeting up for a beer, nothing had come of it. Oliver had shrugged it off as life getting in the way and carried on with his own, not thinking much of it until Lou had texted him nearly five years later to say he was coming back to the show and that Oliver still owed him a beer.

Seven months on and here he was, bent over a bathroom sink looking flushed and beautiful as Oliver rubs his cock against his ass.

Funny how life worked out sometimes.

"Baby, please," Lou murmurs as Oliver slides a slow, teasing hand around to his crotch, brushing across the hard line of his dick. "Let me show you."

Oliver raises a questioning eyebrow. "Show me what?"

Lou's fingers brush Oliver's out of the way as he unfastens his jeans with one hand, the other still holding his weight as he leans over the sink.

Oliver lets go of Lou and steps back, leaning against the wall to give him room to move. He rests his hand over his aching dick, rubbing against the heel of his palm for some relief as he waits impatiently for Lou to show him whatever he wants to show him; as spectacular as it was, it's not like he hadn't seen Lou's ass before.

Except then Lou pushes his pants down over said ass, smirking at him in the mirror all the while, and Oliver's mouth goes as dry as a god damn desert.

"Fuck, babe," he mutters, reaching out to rub his thumbs across the elastic of a jockstrap - one that Lou had almost definitely stolen from his own underwear drawer - as he stares transfixed at the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. "Is that…"

He's not sure if he's asking about the jock or the plug but Lou nods anyway.

"Yeah," he says, looking so pleased with himself that Oliver can't help but lean down to kiss him, letting go of his ass with one hand to grasp his chin and turn his head towards him.

"You're fucking perfect," he mutters when he pulls away and Lou chuckles.

"Speaking of fucking," he says, leaning his weight down onto his elbows and widening his stance to give Oliver an even better view of the ocean blue plug sitting pretty in his ass; Oliver doesn't miss the fact that he'd picked the one that matched his own eye colour. "Better get on with it before the others wonder where we've both gone."

At this point Oliver doesn't really care if they notice but he's not about to decline the chance to fuck his boyfriend silly so he plants his hands back on Lou's ass, spreading his cheeks and taking a moment to admire the way the plug shifts with the movement.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he breathes, making sure to watch Lou's face in the mirror as he grasps the base and pulls it out slowly, gently. Lou's mouth drops open with a low moan and Oliver's dick throbs in response as he places the plug base down on the counter, the length of it glistening with the lube Lou used to finger himself open.

The thought of Lou prepping himself in advance sends a pleasant shiver down Oliver's spine as he unzips his own pants and shoves them down his thighs with his underwear. His cock springs free, red and swollen and apparently as eager as he is to feel the tight warmth of Lou's ass.

"Did you think about me when you fingered yourself open, hm?" he asks as he tears open the packet of lube and pours it over his aching dick, spreading it along his length with a couple of quick strokes.

Lou smiles dopily in response. "Oh yeah," he says, "thought about that time you fucked me over my patio table while the neighbours were in their yard having lunch."

Oliver smirks, giving his cock another tug; that had been a particularly memorable afternoon, Lou trying so desperately to keep quiet even as Oliver pounded into him so hard that tears leaked like a waterfall from Lou's eyes onto the chequered paving stones.

"You like being fucked where someone might hear you, huh?" he asks, letting go of his cock to plant both hands back on Lou's ass, spreading his cheeks apart. "You want everyone to know that you're mine, is that it?"

"Yes, baby, want everyone to- fuck-" He whines when Oliver rubs himself across his hole, desperate and pleading, just how Oliver likes him. "-want everyone to know."

"Know what, baby? Say it," Oliver says, taking himself in hand so he can press the head of his cock against Lou's rim, teasing him with it. "Say it, sweetheart."

Lou makes sure to find Oliver's gaze in the mirror again when he answers. "That I'm yours," he says, his voice hitching as Oliver pushes past his rim on the word yours. "Oh fuck, baby, yes, all yours-"

"All mine," Oliver mutters as he bottoms out, giving himself a moment to calm down. It's all kinds of intense having Lou's gaze on him in the mirror as he slides his cock into him and he knows he's going to blow his load sooner rather than later if he's not careful; no one had ever been able to make him come quite as quickly as Lou could.

Oliver doesn't give Lou any warning before he snaps his hips, hard, and he cries out, knuckles turning white as his hands become fists on the counter, eyes still fixed on Oliver's.

"Yes, baby, right there-"

"Say it again," Oliver says, relishing the way Lou clenches around his cock at his words.

"I'm yours, Oli, all yours, you know I am-"

"Yeah, I know," Oliver replies, digging both hands into Lou's hips as he starts fucking him in earnest, the slap of skin on skin loud in the small room even with the music from the bar filtering under the door.

Lou's mouth drops open as he moans, whines, pants with each thrust of Oliver's hips and Oliver knows exactly when he hits Lou's prostate because his eyes almost roll back in his head.

"Oh fuck-"

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," Oliver says, and Lou complies with a desperate whimper, biting his lip again as if he's struggling to control himself; honestly, Oliver kinda knows how he feels. "That's it, want to see your pretty eyes while I fuck you."

That earns him another beautiful whine and he grins as he quickens his pace, digging his fingers into the meat of Lou's hips as he fucks into him hard and fast.

He can tell when Lou truly gives himself up to his pleasure, a soft stream of I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours falling from his lips like a prayer as Oliver pounds his prostate with every thrust and the words only accelerate the orgasm that's already building fast in the pit of Oliver's stomach, so fast that not even the door rattling can slow it down.

"Occupied!" he shouts breathlessly as Lou grins dopily at him in the mirror.

"Very occupied," he mutters and Oliver laughs, the rhythm of his hips faltering as his breath hitches. Lou laughs too, his muscles clenching around Oliver's cock, hot and tight and wet from his leaking slit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, babe," Oliver says, barely managing to hold on long enough for Lou to nod.

"Do it," he mutters, a dirty smirk on his red-flushed face. "Come inside me, baby, I'm yours to fill up." He squeezes his ass again, grinding back on Oliver's cock, and that's what tips him over the edge, a choked cry of ecstasy escaping him as he spills inside his boyfriend, filling him up just like he'd wanted. He digs his fingers into Lou's hips hard enough to bruise, holding on for dear life as pleasure sparks through every nerve in his body, white hot and so fucking good.

It's a few moments before he comes back to himself, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Opening his eyes, he sees Lou's gaze still fixed on him in the mirror, his pupils shot with lust.

"We should have sex in front of a mirror more often," he says, voice sounding so deliciously wrecked that Oliver could almost come again. "You're a vision when you come, baby. A beautiful, filthy vision with cock game so good I nearly came in my pants."

Oliver chuckles even as he blushes under the praise. "Only nearly?" he asks, raising a teasing eyebrow. "Guess I'll have to try harder next time."

Lou's eyes darken. "Oh, please do. Really, really hard, preferably."

Oliver's dick makes a valiant attempt to go another round at the thought. "It's a date. In the meantime, though…"

Oliver pulls his now soft cock out of him, watching transfixed as a trickle of come starts leaking from his ass. Struck by a sudden idea, he reaches for the plug and holds it up so Lou can see, raising his eyebrow in question.

Lou sucks in a breath, nodding vigorously, and Oliver grins as he gently pushes it past his oversensitive rim, trapping his come inside him.

"There." He rubs a thumb across the base of the plug, pushing it in just a touch and enjoying the choked gasp it pulls from Lou's throat. "Do you think the bartender would still flirt with you if he knew your ass was full of my come? Or do you think he'd finally back off, knowing that you're mine?"

"Fuck, baby, I'm all yours," Lou mutters, sounding as beautifully desperate as Oliver's ever heard him.

"Yeah, you are," Oliver replies as he reaches under Lou's chest and pulls him up. He turns him so his bare ass is resting against the counter, his still hard cock pressing insistently against Oliver's leg. "And I'm yours too."

Lou's arousal-fogged eyes widen when Oliver drops to his knees in front of him, smirking up at him before mouthing along the hard length of his cock through the fabric of his jock. He flicks his tongue across the wet patch in the centre and Lou moans as he slides a hand into his hair, fingers twisting into his curls.

"That's it, sweetheart," Oliver says, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband and tugging it down, freeing Lou's cock to the air. "Want you to come down my throat," he adds before taking as much of him as he can in his mouth. He grasps the rest with his hand, twisting his wrist at the same time he flicks his tongue.

Lou's hand tightens in his hair as Oliver endeavours to take him apart with his mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact; he wants to see the effect he has on Lou, wants to watch his face when he licks up the pre-come leaking from his slit, when he slides his other hand round to slip a finger past his rim beside the plug.

"Oh fuck, Oliver-" Lou murmurs and Oliver can feel him tensing, knows he's close. He hums around his cock and wiggles his finger at the same time he flicks his tongue and suddenly Lou is crying out, hot come spilling down Oliver's throat as he tugs on his hair.

Oliver swallows it all down, savouring the taste as Lou loses himself to Oliver's mouth, face flushed and mouth wide with bliss; it's a sight to behold and Oliver once again can't quite believe he's here, can't quite believe he gets to have this over and over.

He stands once he's lapped up every last drop of Lou's come, tucking his own dick back into his pants. "You okay?" he asks once Lou has had a moment to catch his breath.

Lou grins, come-drunk and beautiful. "Oh yeah," he says, and Oliver smiles as he leans in for a kiss.

It's chaste in comparison to their earlier kisses but no less meaningful for it and Oliver's heart skips a giddy beat in his chest; it's perhaps a little soon to be thinking about the L word but he thinks about it all the same, his certainty growing stronger and stronger by the second.

He won't say it, not yet, but if the way Lou looks at him when they break for air is anything to go by, it's possible he's not the only one thinking it.

"Suppose we should get back out there," Lou says eventually, cutting through Oliver's excitable thoughts, and Oliver mourns the loss as he pulls his jock back on.

"Do we have to?" he groans, dropping his head onto Lou's shoulder.

"We've already been long enough that someone will definitely have noticed," Lou counters, for once being the sensible one.

Oliver lifts his head, meeting Lou's gaze. "So what if they notice?" he says, voice only a little hesitant.

Lou just looks at him for a moment, apparently uncomprehending until…

"You want to tell them?"

Oliver shrugs. "I mean, yeah, if you want to."

Lou raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Relationship announcement via obvious bathroom fuck, I like it."

Oliver laughs, feeling inordinately fond of the dork in his arms. "It's memorable at least."

"That it is," Lou answers with a smile, pulling his jeans back up. "Come on then, how do I look?"

Oliver gives him a lazy once over, eyes lingering on his flushed cheeks and the crinkled shirt.

"Freshly fucked."

Lou winks at him. "Excellent," he says, unlocking the door and stepping out of the bathroom with a grin.

Oliver shakes his head fondly before following him back over to their friends, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he can already see a future with the beautiful dork beside him.

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silentcicada7 · 12 days ago

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His, a BuckTommy ficlet

Buck doesn't want to share Tommy and their daughter with anyone just yet.

Content warnings: mpreg, mention of male breastfeeding

Rating: T

It’s a hospital room, but they managed to cover that fact just fine. The room’s small, cozy even, with warm colors on the wall and big, green plants, and thick curtains that allow the late afternoon sun to peek in and greet the new life that’s just found its way into the big, scary world.

Buck’s tired. Screw that, he’s exhausted. It’s been a hell of a day, and the past few hours…he doesn’t think he’s ever been so scared before. Which says a lot, considering he almost died twice. More than twice, but those were the most serious occasions, he’d say.

It’s not himself who was in danger, though, and maybe that’s the difference this time. Twenty hours of watching the love of his life in pain, unable to relax, unable to sleep, and him being unable to do anything useful, anything to ease the agony, to help…he doesn’t think he’ll forget that any time soon.

But it’s nothing compared to the delivery itself. To the moment when the vitals of his beloved didn’t look so good anymore. When they got so horribly close to an emergency c-section to save the baby and the father.

And the anxiety is nothing compared to the sheer amount of purest relief he felt when their daughter took her first cry, and his husband’s vitals stabilized, and when he held them in his arms, all three of them crying, all three of them for different reasons, and knowing it was all over. It was all good and well, and they were fine.

They are fine. So very fine.

“Look at her,” Tommy says, and it’s in this sweet, soft voice that perfectly matches his sweet, soft face. He’s so exhausted, and he’s so beautiful. Buck’s heart aches, and he wonders how much love a heart can take before it combusts. “Look how tiny she is.”

Said tiny human being is currently being fed, blissfully asleep in her father’s arms, little hand tightly wrapped around Tommy’s index finger with a vice grip. He’s a pro at breastfeeding already, like he’s had at least a dozen kids. What a contrast to the man who thought he’d suck at being a Dad. Not that Buck believed him, not even for a second.

“She weighs eight pounds,” he says with raised eyebrows and an amused little smile. “That’s not exactly tiny. Probably didn’t feel tiny when you tried to birth her either.”

“True.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s the sweetest sound on Earth. Buck has been drunk with love for his husband before, but now he feels downright bewitched. He barely registers how he tightens his arm around Tommy’s shoulders, holding him as close as he can.

His man, and his daughter. His little family. His world. His everything.

And he feels…

“Don’t the others wanna see her?” Tommy says, like he’d almost forgotten that the 118 had taken residence in the waiting room for most of those past twenty hours.

“Sent them home,” Buck states, his eyes never leaving his husband’s beautiful face, taking in all those little details that are his to adore. The bright blue of his irises. The long lashes. The gentle curve of his lips. His sharp nose. Those tiny freckles that come out when he’s kissed by the sun.

“Why?” Tommy’s eyes meet his, and there’s something in them that Buck doesn’t like. It adds something sour to the bliss of happiness he’s felt ever since their daughter took her first cry, since the monitors showed the vitals went back to normal.

“You need to rest,” he states simply. The expression stays, and so does the sour feeling.

“You could’ve let them see her without me,” Tommy answers, and that’s exactly what Buck expected. Still it stings. A lot, because there shouldn’t be such thoughts to begin with.

“They’re not just here for her. They wanna see the both of you. And you need to rest.” He says it more firmly this time. “They can come back tomorrow,” he adds. And even that’s too soon, if he’s entirely honest.

Because Tommy’s need to rest isn’t the only reason why he sent family and friends away.

Buck noticed it for the first time after the strong rush of relief faded and the waterfall of tears dried up. If he could, he’d have thrown them all out of the delivery room; the doctor, the nurses, everyone who was disturbing their peace. Because he didn’t want anyone near them. Because they were his.

And Buck didn’t want to share. Not with the medical professionals. And not with their family and friends.

It’s a side of himself that’s shown its face before. On the day of their wedding. During many important stepstones of their relationship, and during the pregnancy. Moments when he wanted to have Tommy, and now their daughter, to himself. Because as long as he could remember, he’s never had anything just for himself. Someone he didn’t have to share. The other, missing part of his soul, of his heart.

He got close to losing them today. But they’re still here, and they’re still his. And they’re not shareable. Not right now.

He feels Tommy’s eyes resting on him, bearing into him like he’s trying to read his mind, and eventually, Buck sighs.

“They can see you two tomorrow,” he repeats. “But today, I want you for myself. I know, sounds weird. Maybe it is, me being possessive like that. But I dunno…I just feel like I wanna build a nest somewhere and lock us all in there, and protect my little family so no one gets to steal them away.” He can’t help the blush that heats up his face. “Saying that out loud…I do sound crazy, don’t I?”

“Just a little.” But when Tommy smiles, that tiny hint of an amused smile, Buck knows he might be weird, crazy even, but that’s okay. The look in his husband’s eyes is gone again, replaced by something much sweeter, and it warms his heart to the point where it’s close to bursting again.

“I love you so beeping much,” he whispers, because of the little ears that will be witness to so many of their conversations in the future.

Another chuckle. Another rush of warmth. “I love you so beeping much as well,” Tommy whispers back, and is rewarded with a kiss as soft and as sweet as its recipient. And Buck knows, even if he has to share them tomorrow, with their loved ones who mean no harm, but who are still kinda disturbing their peace, this little family is his, and his alone.

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