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Prompt: Tommy meeting Clipboard!Buck for the first time 🫶

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“Chim, that box is labeled ‘kitchen,’ not ‘bathroom!’ Does it look like it belongs next to the soap dispenser?” Buck snapped, pointing his pen at a wayward box.

“Alright, alright, don’t blow a gasket,” Chimney muttered, rolling his eyes as he shifted the box. Then, noticing Tommy’s confusion, he smirked. “Oh, Tommy, you didn’t just let Buck use a clipboard, did you?”

Tommy frowned, genuinely puzzled. “Why wouldn’t I? They're efficient— i brought them!”

“You’ll see,” Eddie chimed in from the other side of the room, hiding his grin behind a roll of packing tape.

Minutes later, Buck was meticulously reorganizing a stack of boxes near the door, his clipboard practically glued to his hand. Tommy, meanwhile, had been using his own clipboard and was diligently checking items off the list Buck had prepared.

And then it happened.

“What’s this?” Tommy asked, holding up his clipboard and gesturing toward a box Buck had labeled “misc.”

“It’s for stuff that doesn’t fit into the other categories,” Buck replied without looking up, flipping to a new page on his clipboard.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “That’s not efficient. You can’t just have a ‘misc’ box. Everything needs a category.”

Buck froze, clipboard clutched protectively against his chest. “Excuse me? Sometimes things don’t fit neatly into categories, Tommy.”

“Everything can fit into a category if you organize it properly,” Tommy countered, his tone matching Buck’s intensity.

The air in the loft grew heavy as the two men squared off, clipboards held like weapons. Tommy jabbed his pen at Buck’s list. “This—this is chaos.”

“Chaos? This is a system!” Buck shot back. “I spent hours creating this!”

“You call this a system?” Tommy scoffed, flipping his clipboard around to show his own list. “This is a system, and I only needed fifteen minutes to make it!”

Eddie and Chimney exchanged wide-eyed glances before simultaneously muttering, “Oh no… there’s two of them.”

Buck and Tommy continued their argument, oblivious to the chaos they were creating. At some point, Eddie leaned over to Chimney and whispered, “This is like watching two hurricanes collide.”

***

Later that night, after the boxes were packed and the loft finally quiet, Tommy sat on the couch, sipping a beer while Buck leaned against the kitchen counter, clipboard forgotten for the moment.

" You know," Buck began, his voice casual but his gaze locked on Tommy. "I think I realized something today."

"Oh? What's that?"

Buck smirked, walking over and leaning down so they were eye-to-eye. "You're annoyingly hot when you argue about systems and clipboards."

Tommy chuckled, "what?"

"Aaand you're a clipboard freak," Buck continued, unable to hide his wide grin, stealing the beer from Tommy's hand and taking a sip.

Tommy grabbed him by the wrist, tugging him down until Buck was straddling his lap.

He pulled Buck in for a deep, heated kiss, murmuring against his lips, "And you're not exactly subtle about how turned on you were when I started reorganizing your system."

Buck groaned softly, sliding his hands into Tommy's hair as he deepened the kiss.

nothing existed but the soft press of lips, the tangle of tongues, and the heat building between them.

Buck broke away, gasping slightly, but Tommy wouldn't let him go far, tugging him back until their noses brushed.

"But really, Evan," Tommy muttered breathlessly between kisses, his fingers gripping Buck's hips. "We can't have— mhmm—a 'misc' corner, or junk drawer, or whatever."

Buck silenced him with a feverish kiss, sliding one hand down Tommy's chest as the other cupped his jaw.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Don't worry about that," before diving in again, pressing Tommy back against the couch.

Tommy groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Buck's shirt as his mind hazed over.

By the time Buck finally pulled away, Tommy's lips were swollen and his breathing was uneven.

"Mm, okay," Tommy muttered absently, still dazed. He blinked a few times before focusing on Buck's mischievous grin.

"Wait-no. No, I'm not letting you distract me!"

Buck laughed, leaning in to kiss the corner of Tommy's mouth. "Pretty sure I already did, roomie."

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