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Dear sad, lonely amd homesick fusels from a year ago.....things get better, so much better than you can imagine. I love you, just trust the process❤️

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Buck has endured his fair share of heat waves in LA, but this is the first one he can remember that has made him so distinctly uncomfortable. He's used to scorching heat: there was no shortage of hot days in when he was working on that ranch, and when he bartended in South America. And now? Sometimes after a good sweat in a blazing house fire on a hot day, he feels strangely better, cleansed. But heading into week two of this heat wave, he can't take it any more. Everything is discolored and droopy; the walls of his new apartment seem oddly hot and squishy to the touch in the unrelenting humidity, and just touching his pots and pans makes him feel hotter. The only thing he's been able to make and eat are cold salads.

In fact, he's pretty sure he's been covered in an unwashable sheen of sweat for at least a week. As soon as the shower is off, he can feel the beads of perspiration mingle with the water still on his body. He's given up on using a new towel every day because the air is too sticky. They don't dry properly, and running the dryer just makes the apartment hotter.

He's at the point where A/C doesn't even help any more. It just makes stepping outside worse. He went with Maddie and Chimney on their long weekend family getaway to San Diego, which wasn't exactly cooler, but at least he and Maddie and Jee could all be miserable in the pool together while Chimney and Robbie kept themselves firmly planted in the cool air of the hotel room.

They get back on Sunday evening; on the walk from Maddie's front door to his car, Buck can feel the wet spot form on the back of his shirt. By the time he's home, he doesn't even want to shower; he's too tired, too hot. Instead, he flops backwards onto his bed. This apartment has a fan, and he runs it on top speed along with the air conditioner, which he stupidly turned off before he left. He watches the blades of the fan as they whir.

The buzz of his phone breaks him out of this stupor.

Tommy: how are you holding up?

Buck grins. He hasn't told Maddie, Chimney, Eddie, Hen. There wasn't anything to say - yet. But since Bobby's funeral, he and Tommy had been cautiously finding their way back to dating. It started with them sharing stories about Bobby, sitting in a corner together at the lunch after the funeral. The funeral crowd cleared out and the conversation drifted away from Bobby and onto them: Why did you call me that day, Evan? Why did you answer the call, Tommy?

They fell into the habit of getting together each week, usually for a beer, and every week they pushed that conversation deeper and deeper until the heat wave hit, Tommy got called to a forest fire outside LA, and Buck wasn't capable of doing anything other than surviving this heat.

Buck: not great, you?

Tommy: want to come by?

Buck was surprised. They had restricted themselves to public places and daylight hours. He sat up. He could feel the heat-induced exhaustion deep in his bones still, but if there was anything that could snap him out of it...

Buck: be there soon.

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The ones who know me, know i am a sucker for SalBuck...like...i am obsessed your honor.

But what we also need in these trying times, ....platonic besties Sal and Buck, ganging up on Tommy!

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WIP - BuckTommy - 5+1 - Part 6e

5 times the 118 worries about how to tell Buck that Tommy got married, and 1 time they realize they don't have to.

I'm pretty sure this is the end of the short little self-indulgent piece that ended up being around 9000 words. Thanks for everyone who came along for the ride. I have loose plans to write how Buck and Tommy reconcile, as well as their points of view during their encounters with their friends. I'm going to get this cleaned up and posted to AO3 at some point soon.

If you have any questions, or want to see any extras from this little world, I'm happy to accept prompts. I had a lot of fun with this one.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 +1 a +1b +1c +1d

+1 - Ravi

The party has been underway for about an hour, and Buck has been popping in and out of the house for the finishing touches.  He’s had enough of a presence in the backyard that people aren’t suspicious, but Ravi can tell the guests are starting to get restless.  It’s definitely starting to feel like they’re all waiting for something.

Ravi gabs Buck by the arm to get his attention as he was bouncing between groups of people.  “You think it’s time to get this show started?”

Buck took in the crowd of friends and family gathered in the back yard and smiled. “Yeah.  I think everyone is here and ready to go.  Can you get the mic to Sal, and I’ll turn the sound system on when I head inside.”

Ravi snags the microphone from where they’d left it charging and pocketed it before he made his way over to where Sal is standing with his wife, chatting with a group of firefighters from their station.  Sal jerks his head in a nod when Ravi approaches and palms him the microphone. 

Buck’s parents are off in the side yard, chatting with the head of the catering team. The two people Buck hired as bartenders are waiting with them, nearly bouncing with excitement. From what Buck said all of their vendors were ready to jump on board as soon as they learned they were doing a surprise reception.

Ravi’s job now was to make sure the photographer and her assistant were able to set up without being noticed. Ravi feels honoured that Buck considered him close enough to be involved in the surprise.  It was probably partly partnering with Buck for months, and actively supporting Buck and Tommy getting back together, but he never would have pictured himself in this kind of situation.

May and Athena are running interference so the newcomers go unnoticed as they get set up.  Ravi gets the photographer set up to have the best vantage point in the yard so she’ll be able to capture everyone’s reactions. 

His phone vibrates with a text from Buck, telling them everyone is ready inside.  Tommy’s been hanging out in the garage with everyone he’d invited to the party that would have raised suspicion.  Ravi looks to Sal, who nods back, and moves to stand on the dance floor.

Sal turns the microphone on and taps in quick succession to get everyone’s attention.  The loud drone of conversation peters out, though the kids continue making noise off to the side. A lot of the faces in the crowd show confusion, and Ravi is pretty sure he hears someone call out “Who the hell gave Deluca a microphone?”

Ravi is pretty sure it’s one of the guys from the 122, but Chimney follows quickly after with, “You’d better not be doing karaoke, Sal.  We’ve heard you sing once, and that was enough!”

There is a chuckle that ripples through the crowd, and Sal is smiling on stage.

“Fortunately for all of our ears, I’m not singing,” Sal jokes back, and a smattering of laughs ring out again.  He lets it die down before continuing.  “A lot of you are probably wondering who I am, and where I got the microphone.  I’m Salvator Deluca and I’m Buck’s captain at the 122. 

“Under better circumstances it would have been someone else up hear saying what I’m saying, but they had to settle for me.”

The mood turns a little somber, but Chimney saves it by shouting out, “What are we settling for?”

“They got me up here to tell you guys that Buck invited you all here under false pretenses.”  The people gathered start to exchange glances, and murmur to one another.  “Buck wanted an excuse to invite all of his nearest and dearest over so that I could have the pleasure of acting as master of ceremonies tonight, and introduce you all to the almost new Mr. and Mr. Kinard!”

Unsurprisingly, the group gathered erupts into noise as an upbeat song starts playing and Buck and Tommy come out of the house in matching cream linen suits. Ravi has never seen the two of them look as happy as they do now.

He’s pretty sure he hears Karen yell out, “I called it!” and looked over to see Josh and Linda handing her money.

Buck and Tommy don’t even make it to the dance floor before they’re swarmed by the Hans and the Wilsons.  He hears Maddie sniffling, and catches her saying “Of course I’m happy for you. I just wish I could have been there!”

May sneaks up on him, and Ravi doesn’t even realize she’s by his side until she’s slipping her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. He hears the lyrics “I’m so happy, I am just where I want to be,” and can’t agree more. 

Tommy’s crew and friends are now mingling with the rest, the service staff is set up to start passing out more food, and the bar looks open for business.  The surprised party goers are now starting to crowd around Buck and Tommy to pass along their congratulations.  The rest of the evening is going to have dinner, drinks and dancing, maybe some speeches, and everyone is going to leave feeling hopeful and full of love.

Beside him, May starts laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Ravi asks, a little afraid to hear the answer.

“I’m pretty sure the song they picked for their grand entrance is about being kidnapped.”

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I'm back. Back again

Do you have still the energy for a little prumpt 😁? I would love the number 38 or 64, and about Sal and Buck!

Bonus point with overstimulated Buck and bottom Sal ❤️

"You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

(The vibe is that they're not exclusive but they want to be but that would require talking and this is an immediately post-Abby gun shy Buck. The second prompt doesn't end up being explicitly said but the vibe is there.)

They meet on Tinder after Buck accidentally messes up making a new profile. Maddie insists he needs to get back out there, even just to date, and he's afraid of falling into old habits. He wants to be better, more mature. But he downloads the app and swipes away a few women who seem like the type he would've gone for before, because he doesn't want a one night thing or a one hour thing. He wants something real, like what he'd thought he was getting with Abby.

Then a guy pops up, and Buck's so surprised that he fumbles his phone and it swipes the profile away. A moment later, he sees that he's matched with someone. And it's the guy.

"Oh, fuck," he says softly, scrunching down on Maddie's couch.

He's about to message and apologize and say it was all a mistake when he sees that one of the photos is him in an LAFD shirt. He's grinning and handsome and a little older, and his name is Sal. Buck messages him about the firefighter thing instead, and then they're talking off and on for a couple of days. They're both from Pennsylvania, Sal used to work at the 118, Sal was also almost fired by Bobby, he also mainly watches documentaries but it's mostly about sports and crime and history, and there's just a lot for them to talk about. When they agree to meet, Buck forgets until about halfway through the pitcher of beer that he forgot to specify that this isn't a date.

He forgets until Sal's kissing him against a pool table, and Buck's kissing him back and it takes until after he's reeled Sal back in for another kiss for him to realize he's supposed to have a problem with this.

"I've never kissed a guy before," he says when their lips are close enough that there could be a third kiss.

"Good first kiss," Sal teases, brushing his fingers over Buck's jaw. "Gotta say, I've never been a guy's first anything. Fight, maybe."

Buck smiles and shifts back a little. "I mean, I didn't mean to--it's so stupid."

He tells Sal about the accidental swipe, and Sal thinks it's hilarious but sweet that Buck still talked to him anyway.

"So you've never even looked at a guy before?" Sal asks. It opens the floodgates to a long conversation that keeps them at the bar way later than Buck should be out with work in the morning. But by the end of it, he realizes he might be bisexual and downloads Grindr at Sal's insistence that he give himself a chance to at least look at the dating pool with a fresh set of eyes.

They hang out again the next week and kiss almost immediately. They're in the parking lot of the bar they'd planned on going to, and now Buck is pressed against a midsize SUV and grinding against the thigh of his new friend/date/bisexual mentor.

"You really want to do this in my backseat?" Sal asks.

Buck nods, and they pile in the back and he touches a dick that isn't his own for the first time. He's definitely bisexual, because it's hearing Sal groan about how bad he wishes he could see Buck bounce on his cock that gets him to cum.

Except they go inside after, and Sal asks if he's met up with anyone else, if he's going to. Buck feels a small sense of disappointment even as he smiles and says he hasn't yet but will soon.

"Good for you," Sal says, but Buck can't tell if he means it.

It's about two months of this, of hooking up with Sal and hanging out with Sal and texting Sal and calling Sal and worrying about Sal when he hears about the 122's calls. In the meantime, he meets other people on apps and talks to them. Sometimes he'll meet them, but there's never anything else. He exchanges handjobs with one guy who's really sweet and hot and goes down on a woman he goes on an otherwise boring date with, but that's as far as he gets.

Then he sees that Sal's active on Grindr at the same time and feels something ugly twist in his gut. He messages him on there, asking if he's seen anything interesting.

Just you. ;)

Buck smiles, messages back, and then they're flirting through the app like Buck doesn't have the sense memory of Sal's cock in his mouth and in his ass and slipping over his fingers and grinding against his own cock. He ignores other messages he gets and ends up trading dick pics with Sal until the other man FaceTimes him.

"Where are you?" Sal asks.

"Uh, my sister's bathroom," Buck whispers, adjusting his earbuds so he can hear her moving around if he needs to. "So I gotta be quiet."

"Baby, you've never been quiet with me, how you gonna start now?" Sal asks, grinning.

Fuck, he's so beautiful.

"Guess you'll just have to talk instead," Buck replies, grinning back. "I know you hate doing that."

He gets off to Sal telling him exactly what he wants to do to him, what kinds of memories he thinks about when he's trying to get himself off, and what he wants to see Buck do to himself on their call. At Sal's direction, he plucks at his nipples and jerks himself off and sucks on his fingers until he's cumming with his face shoved in a towel to muffle the noises that want to come out. Sal's loud and clear as he gets off to him, and he looks satisfied and happy when he's done.

"You busy tomorrow?" Sal asks.

Buck freezes in the middle of cleaning himself up. "Oh, I have, uh, a date. I can cancel, though."

Sal shrugs. "Don't worry about it."

When they hang up, Buck wants to scream. He goes to the couch and does just that into one of the pillows.

The next night, he's out at a restaurant with Drew, who seemed a lot nicer online, and he's ready to choke on another piece of bread to get away. Drew's just condescending enough to the server that Buck and the server exchange a few looks. He seems completely surprised by the fact that Buck never finished college, even though Buck had told him in their messages that he'd opted to become a firefighter rather than go back once he moved back to the country. When he finds out Buck was in Peru, he asks if he felt safe there.

"I mean, I worked at a bar on a surf beach, so...yeah?" Buck says slowly, and he hears a loud laugh near the front of the restaurant.

Sal's talking to the host, gesticulating emphatically about something before he crosses his arms over his chest and leans in to hear the man's response.

"It doesn't seem like it's very queer friendly, is all," Drew says.

"Oh," Buck replies, realizing he doesn't actually know. "I wasn't out yet, so I don't know. Like, I didn't know yet. I told you, I'm kinda new at this. Would, uh, would you excuse me? Sorry."

He gets up and makes a beeline for the front just as Sal picks up a bag of food.

"H-hi," Buck says in a rush. "You're here."

Sal holds up the bag with a thin smile. "Yeah, I didn't feel like cooking. How's the date going?"

"Not well," Buck admits, and Sal's smile gets a little more genuine. "I just--"

"Is everything okay?" Drew asks, and Buck's heart sinks.

"Yeah, we were just catching up," Sal says. "I'll see you."

"See you," Buck says, and Sal leaves.

He feels that same urge he did at the airport, the one where he reaches out and grabs someone and asks if he's enough.

The rest of dinner goes fine, and Buck tips the server generously. Out in the parking lot, he's about to bow out gracefully when Drew kisses him. Buck kisses back, because Drew's at least hot. But then he gets backed up against his Jeep and a thigh goes between his legs, and he flashes back to that first maybe date with Sal and gently pushes Drew back.

"I-I can't, I'm sorry," he says. "I need to go."

It's the one thing Drew is surprisingly nice about, and Buck's able to get in his Jeep and drive to Sal's. Sal answers the door in a robe and is rubbing a towel over his hair.

"Everything okay?" he asks, and Buck shakes his head. "Did that guy--"

"Why don't you want to be with me?" Buck asks, and Sal's eyebrows shoot up. "Is it because of how we met?"

Sal tosses the towel over his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest. "I thought you wanted to 'figure it all out.' I didn't want to tie you down while you did that."

Buck blinks, realizes he's been assuming a lot and that Sal's been doing the same thing. "I figured it out, though."

"It took me until I was almost thirty to even say the word 'bisexual' without being a dick about it," Sal reminds him. "And then I wouldn't even admit it for another couple years. You--"

"I just didn't really ever need to think about it," Buck says, shrugging and feeling like an idiot for this whole thing. "Maybe it is supposed to be harder, I don't know."

"Whoa, no, hey," Sal says, settling his hands on Buck's shoulders. "I've just never met anyone who rolls with these kind of punches this easy, but you're not doing it wrong. Just because you didn't hate yourself for it, doesn't mean it's not real. I just--I've never met someone like you. You're a really, really special person. I didn't want to make you feel like you had to chain yourself to the first guy you kissed."

"We haven't talked about chains," Buck teases, and Sal rolls his eyes with a laugh. "What I want didn't change just because you're a guy. I want something real. I don't want to feel like I have to--to jump on an app or steal a fire engine or whatever. I just want someone who feels the same way I do."

"Don't steal a fire engine for me, kid," Sal says, tugging him over the threshold with a smile. "I'd hold out for a Heavy-U. C'mon, I'm a captain, I got my own engines."

"Is that gonna get me a date? Because Silverlake's not that far, I can--"

He's more than okay with being silenced by a kiss, especially when he can feel Sal smiling against his lips. He inhales sharply when his hand settles on Sal's chest and feels bare skin and hair where the robe's slipped open.

"Y-you're, uh, not wearing anything under that, are you?" he asks softly.

Sal bites his lip, tips his chin up a little. He's so cocky, and it's so goddamn hot. "Find out."

Buck kicks the door shut behind them and tugs at the belt tied around Sal's waist while Sal fights the buttons on his shirt. He gets three undone before he's tugging Buck's shirt out of his pants, and Buck pulls it over his head along with the undershirt. Broad, thick hands splay over his pecs and give him something to brace against while he gets out of his shoes.

"Was the date really that bad?" Sal asks.

"He was the worst," Buck confesses, unbuckling his belt. "Just a dick, but he still kissed me."

"Yeah?" Sal asks, grabbing his jaw and nosing against his cheek. "He any good?"

"Not bad," Buck admits.

"That all?"

Buck shakes his head, and Sal growls low, tightening his grip on his jaw. He admittedly likes that after feeling like Sal didn't care for weeks, he apparently does a whole lot. Sal backs him up against the wall as Buck pushes his pants and underwear down over his thighs, and the open robe gets dropped on the floor. Sal's hard and naked against him, broad and hairy and thick all over.

"What else, hm?" Sal asks.

He half straddles Sal's thigh and grinds his cock against it with a whine. "This. B-but we were all dressed. Like when we were outside that bar the first time."

"Then what?" Sal asks, pinning Buck's wrists above his head.

"Then I left. Came here."

"Why?" Sal asks, squeezing lightly as he stares into Buck's eyes.

"Because he wasn't you," Buck admits.

"That's right," Sal murmurs, kissing along his neck. "You all mine now, sweetheart?"

Buck presses his head back against the wall and nods with a whine. "Uh-huh. Was before, too."

"I know," Sal soothes, nosing under his jaw. "I'm sorry, baby. You were all mine and I was too fuckin' stupid to realize."

He kisses Buck, walking them through the house and back to the bedroom.

"You wanna know what I was doing in that shower so I'd stop thinking about you with that mook and feelin' sorry for myself?" Sal asks, backing Buck onto the bed and climbing onto his thighs.

"Wh-what? I mean: yeah," Buck says, then tries to remember how the question was actually pressed. "Can you just--"

"I was thinking about you, thinking about calling you and seeing if you'd leave him and come over here," Sal says, kissing his chest and licking across Buck's nipple. "And I figured you'd need incentive, y'know? The guy was a dick, but he was hot. So I thought if I fucked myself open for you so you could just slip on in when you got here, that might get you to come through that door."

Buck thrusts up against Sal, his cock bumping his thigh and the underside of his balls. "That--yeah, that would've worked. That works. Can I--can I?"

Sal moves forward a bit, arching his back and rolling his hips until Buck's cock slips between his cheeks. Buck helps, bending his knees so his cock angles up a bit, and he feels how slick Sal's hole is.

"What do you think?" Sal asks, bending forward to kiss him.

He grabs a condom from the little bowl by his bed and reaches back to put it on Buck. And then he just sinks down on his cock, his hole so tight around Buck that he's worried Sal's gonna hurt himself, but Sal's jaw drops as he tips his head back and moans.

"Fuck, that's perfect," Sal groans, bracing his hands on Buck's chest and riding him slowly. "Your cock is a fuckin' work of art, baby, you know that? Want to feel it bare as soon as I can, you won't be able to keep me off it."

Buck tries not to thrust up, because Sal's got a perfect rhythm going and he also feels like he's going to cum way too fast if he does. "J-just get checked. I did a-a while ago. Oh fuck, you feel so good."

Sal slows, looking down at him. "Before or after we met?"

"Right before, but I haven't--" He flushes, his hands flexing on Sal's thighs. "I haven't done had, like, full sex with anyone else."

"What, really?"

"I've been with you most of the time," Buck points out. "And we work the same shift."

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "And I've been too hung up on you too do anything except sext other guys."

Buck sits up, blinking at him in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yeah," Sal says, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. "I told you, kid, I never met anyone like you before."

He wraps his arm around Sal and flips them over until Sal's on his back, kissing him because he's pretty sure he's already halfway to being in love. "So I can--"

"Get that fuckin' thing off? Yeah, c'mon," Sal urges, and Buck flings the condom away before he spits on his hand to slick himself up a little more. When he pushes in, he thinks he made a mistake, there's no way he's going to last more than thirty seconds. "Fuck, you gonna fill me up already, baby?"

"I might," Buck grits out, curling his fingers in the duvet. "I c-can get hard again fast."

"Oh, I know you can." Sal digs his fingers into Buck's shoulders and wraps his legs around his hips. "So fuckin' do it."

Buck does get a few spectacular thrusts in before he's cumming, and he stays inside Sal, fucking in short little thrusts and shivering at the burning static of sensitivity. "N-never fucked someone bare before."

"No?" Sal sounds surprised. "Smart boy. Feels good, doesn't it?"

He nods, whimpering against Sal's neck. "So wet."

He barely softens before he's fucking into Sal again, and it's torturous but the greatest feeling. His cock's sensitive, but his orgasm's in the far distance, like he could fuck Sal forever. When he sits back on his heels and pushes Sal's legs back, there's bone-deep satisfaction from seeing Sal's eyes roll back and watching him try to fuck himself on Buck's cock.

"You wanna ride me some more?" Buck asks, and Sal nods. Buck pulls out, marvels at the slick pull of Sal's rim around his head, and sits back against the headboard.

Sal climbs onto his lap and reaches between his thighs to hold Buck's cock steady as he sinks down on it. He groans and presses their foreheads together, and Buck presses his fingers into the flexing muscles of Sal's back, trying to feel his heartbeat through the other side.

"You're so pretty," he breathes, and Sal chuckles. "No, really. Fuck, you're so pretty. All the time. Ev-every time I look at you, I just think, 'He's so pretty, I wish he was mine.'"

"I am." Sal kisses him and moans against Buck's mouth when he fucks into him as Sal rides back on his dick. He sucks on Sal's bottom lip as he does it again and again until Sal tips his head back and cries out.

"Gonna cum for me?" Buck asks as Sal starts stroking himself, the slick head of his cock sticking to Buck's stomach. Sal whines and nods, panting against Buck's cheek. "Let me see. You're all mine, right? Let me see."

He brings a hand up to hold Sal's jaw so he can watch his face as his brows draw together and his mouth drops open. He cums with a noise that sounds like it's getting squeezed out of his lungs, and Buck kisses him through the aftershocks, fucking into him as his hole clenches around him rhythmically, like it's trying to milk his cock.

"My turn to see," Sal says, spreading a hand across Buck's throat but not pressing down. "Show me you're all mine, baby."

Buck holds him tight and fucks him hard and fast until he's finally, finally cumming again. The second one hits so hard that it almost hurts, and he has to lift Sal off as soon as he's done. Sal cuddles up against him, and Buck wraps his arms around him, kissing his hair and his forehead and his temple.

"My sister wants to meet you," he says, smiling when Sal snorts softly. "No, really."

"Not why I'm laughin', babe. You just don't know what you're getting into," he says, kissing Buck's shoulder before he lifts his head to kiss Buck's chin. "I've got three. And a brother. They're all older, they all treat me like I'm a kid. They're gonna love you, but they're gonna vet you first."

Buck imagines facing four Deluca siblings, and burning buildings have been a less terrifying thought. "Any tips?"

"Don't let 'em see you sweat. And bring wine." He squeezes Buck around his waist and throws a leg across Buck's thighs. "And then you get to meet all sixteen aunts and uncles, their husbands and wives, and I lost count of the cousins once we passed eighty. Plus, y'know, Ma, Pops, Nonna Gia, and Nonno Sandro. How's all that sound?"

He smiles against Sal's hair and kisses it again. "Perfect. They ever meet any boyfriends before?"

"Nah," Sal says, tracing his fingers over Buck's chest tattoo. "None of 'em ever made the cut. They met a couple ex-girlfriends, didn't like 'em. Well, they liked Gina a little because her family was from Palermo. But they'll like you. All you gotta do is smile at 'em, you'll have a whole army of Sicilians willing to do anything for that smile. I'm more worried about you liking them, they're a lot to handle."

Buck's chest feels like it's filling with too much air, and he tells himself to wait, to not be so impulsive this time. "If they're anything like you, I'll love them, too."

He's about to mentally berate himself for not even being a little subtle when Sal raises himself up to kiss him, licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips.

"Just fuckin' say it, you mook," Sal says between kisses.

"I love you."

Sal presses their foreheads together and smiles. "I love you, too."

Buck feels like a dam's opened in his chest, and that feeling of too much air gets replaced by a rush of something, something good that makes him feel like he's got butterflies everywhere. Or bees. A gentle swarm of bumblebees. He kisses Sal until they look incredulously down at their hardening cocks.

"My turn," Buck says, lifting one of his legs with a grin. "Show me what you got."

Sal kisses him with a happy little growl, running a hand over Buck's inner thigh. "I got you, don't I?"

Everything in Buck is giddy. "Yeah. Show me."

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Several sentences sunday

I got tagged a bunch last week by some lovely people, but well....writers block and stuff:) Got tagged today from my dear twinsie @loulou-land...sooo...lets do this! some salbuck for yall!

When Buckley met Sal, sneek peek chapter 5

"What are you asking?"

Sal took a deep breath. He was going to regret this, but "How come you haven't been out with a friend in a while? thought you got a whole firehouse full of them?"

And Buckley, he honest to God snorted into his beer. "You know, the last time you asked me about the 118, we ended up on your couch."

He grinned into his beer. Yeah, Sal remembered that night vividly.

"You know, they…they have their own lives."

"That's the same answer you gave me last time, Buckley."

"Hmm, maybe I am waiting for the same outcome as last time." The answer came so fast and was delivered so flatly, Sal almost missed the hint of a chuckle in it.

Sal huffed, "So I take you don't want to talk about it?"

"10 points for Captain Deluca."

NP tags- @racerchix21, @thecarrott, @bangpop91

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buck and tommy facetiming for hours on a day off is canon to me

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happy pride

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If These Walls Could Talk - Chapter 2

@fuselsstuff my love, my everything, thank you for always being my biggest cheerleader, helping me get through my doubts and getting me to actually finish things lol. Love you lots!! 💗🍇✨

Salbuck | ongoing | ch1 ch2 | ch word count: 4.4k

Snippet/Teaser:

Buck growls and slams the dough onto the counter with a satisfying thwack, thoughts spiraling as he pictures broad shoulder, condescending eyebrows and that steely flash of irritated eyes.

“You okay there, Buck?”

Ravi doesn’t even glance away from the game, his voice more amused than concerned.

Buck makes a noise—somewhere between a grunt and a growl—as he flattens the dough onto the pan with a dramatic push of his wooden rolling pin. “He’s the worst,” he mutters. Another push.

“Who is?”

Eddie groans from the armchair. “Don’t get him started.” He pleads, recognizing the signs of a Buck rant coming.

Too late.

Buck scowls at the back of Eddie’s head before turning his glare back to the dough. “My new next-door neighbor,” he grumbles. “He’s a cocky jerk. Thinks he’s hot shit. He struts around in those…those tight shirts and jeans and just—bangs on my door half naked. Who does that?”

He conveniently ignores the part where he was also shirtless when he opened the door.

Eddie mutters under his breath, “Someone doth protest too much.”

Buck ignores him. “And—and, then he demands I turn my music off in that dumb…growly voice. It wasn't even that loud!” He complains, as he studies the shape of the dough critically.

Ravi turns around on the couch, one eyebrow arched. “Wait. So you’re mad because…he’s hot? Because, that’s all I’m hearing right now.”

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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

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I mean...how can you look at Tommy and Buck and not have 10 new fic ideas imediatly?

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Kinard kilt

For those who headcanon Tommy as Scottish

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Oh so many options here 😅

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So, how'd you sleep?

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evan buckley + ADHD