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fuck it friday

tagged by @firehose118, mwah, thank you! onward tagging before the cut for @trombonechurchill, @hyperfocusthusly and @chemistry66

some more of the latest love in stereo outtake because none of my actual wips are cooperating. nsfw from the start basically. if i had a single iota of artistic talent i'd do some of these photos as fanart, but alas.

His phone vibrates and he risks a glance. The message is from Tommy and it says don't answer if you're not alone.

Motherfucker.

In a session, he sends back.

Too bad, he gets in reply. Evan wanted to video call.

Sal doesn't know anyone else who can be so fucking smug over text message. He sends back, you better take good care of him for me then and tunes back into the talk before he can get any more distracted.

The workshop wraps up, and then it's straight into a demo of some new search and rescue equipment which makes Sal both light up with glee and want to dickpunch the brass one at a time until they free up some actual funds. In the brief gap between the end of the demo and the buffet lunch, Sal checks his phone again. The group chat is positively flooded with notifications and he ducks outside to find a little bit of privacy.

Since the video call was a bust, we thought you might appreciate these. Not for public consumption, Tommy has sent.

The photos start out…not innocent as such, but maybe more PG-13 than R rated. The first is Buck from the waist up, bare chested and sprawled out against their dark blue sheets, grinning up at the camera. One of Tommy's hands is on his chest, tagging him down against the mattress.

Things take a turn a few photos in - it would look innocuous to anyone else maybe, just Tommy's big hand cupping Buck's face. But Sal can tell from the angle that Buck's on his knees. Plus, he has the fuck-drunk look in his eyes that he only gets after he's already cum at least once. More than that, even, Tommy's thumb is spit-shiny to the first knuckle and Buck's mouth is red and pouting.

From there, it's a dizzying array of shots of the two of them, a lot of them zoomed in far enough that anyone else would struggle to tell them apart, to figure out whose hand that is pressing fingertip bruises into whose thigh, whether the bite mark has been pressed into Tommy's shoulder or Buck's, which of them the soft inner thigh made red with stubble burn belongs to. Sal can tell every single time and it's making him feel crazy.

Plenty of the photos are a lot less subtle - the head of Tommy's cock resting on Buck's pink tongue, three of Tommy's thick fingers inside Buck's ass, Tommy's hand wrapped around Buck's cock, slow ribbons of cum dribbling down from the head.

The final pictures are a handful of shots of Buck with his back to the camera, riding Tommy like his life depends on it. The line of Tommy's torso is visible in some of the pictures, the cradle of his hips in most of them. In a few, Buck's halfway through bouncing either up or down, and Sal can see the slick rod of Tommy's cock being swallowed up by his ass. In one particularly memorable one, Buck's looking back over his shoulder at the camera, pink tongue caught between his teeth, Tommy's free hand clenched tight on his hip.

Screw starting a new life in Seattle, Sal is gonna die before he ever makes it home if they keep this up.

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what do you MEAN Buck and Tommy were together for 217 days in real life??????

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checking in at 217 notes btw

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better than fake mouth static.

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fuck it friday

tagged by @chimneyz and @ambernotember (thank you!) this is some more from this wip where buck buys a new house and calls tommy for electrical help. it's at 7.5k now and showing no signs of ending up under 12k lmao

It’s not long before Tommy’s truck is pulling up in front of the house. Buck goes out onto the porch to greet him. He watches Tommy get out of the truck, grab a toolbox out of the back seat, and walk towards the house with a smile and a little wave. 

“Hey,” Tommy calls. 

“Hi,” Buck smiles. 

He waves back and then suddenly feels like everywhere he tries to hold his hands is the wrong place. They end up in his back pockets, but it’s so unnatural. He wants to greet Tommy with a hug and a kiss. He wants to put his hands on Tommy and feel Tommy’s hands on him in return; the soft casual way they used to press together for a moment before separating again. 

“This place is cute,” Tommy says, nodding towards the house. 

“Yeah, uh, I think it’s the original. The houses on either side used to look like this one, I think, but their owners remodeled a little.” 

Tommy looks at the houses in question and hums in agreement. “Triplets.” 

“Yeah.” Buck’s smile goes wide again and his heart pounds. His hands flex in his pockets as the urge to grab onto Tommy washes through him. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking.” 

Tommy takes the three stairs up to the porch and smiles at Buck, soft and fond. “It’s good to see you.” 

“You too. Thanks for coming.” 

“Of course. There’s no way I’d rather spend my Saturday night than investigating faulty wiring.” Tommy winks. 

tags under the cut

tagging @devirnis @lavenderleahy @leashybebes @rcmclachlan

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embroidery from peacockandpinecones my friends and I have been losing our minds over all morning.

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: <- a bite mark

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9-1-1 – 8.15: Lab Rats

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fish

fish! oops 600 words of what can ail thee, knight-at-arms? set some time after this.

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At mid-morning Tommy leads them into town. Buck is keeping an eye out for a bathhouse when something far more enticing catches his eye - the market. He had not realized it was market day, but the prospect of shopping for more than the most basic of wares fills him with delight.

“See if they have honey,” he instructs Tommy as they hitch their horses to a post. “I have a promise of cryspels to fulfill.”

Tommy’s smile is a bemused one. “There is no need, Evan. Save your coin.”

“A promise is a promise,” Buck says, as sternly as he can when he feels the corners of his mouth tug upwards whenever Tommy so much as deems to glance at him. He cranes his neck, attempts to get his bearings amongst the market-going crowd, a few of which glance their way with curiosity. “Where do you think the fishmonger is? There is a recipe I have been meaning to try.”

“You will find no fishmonger here,” Tommy says. His mouth has lost its delightful curve and has straightened into a thin line. He sets off towards the nearest stalls.

Buck frowns and follows him into the throng. “How come? Did you not say this is where two rivers meet?”

“The lord of these lands forbids it,” Tommy says plainly in that way he has that Buck is beginning to suspect is supposed to bely the fact that he has many thoughts on the matter.

“Forbids what? Fish?”

“Fishing. The rivers are his. If commoners want fish, they will have it from the sea.”

Buck glances around, immediately feels foolish, as if waves of briny tide would suddenly burst forth from the market square. “But- the sea is nowhere near here.”

The other knight’s voice is flat. “I believe that may be the point.”

It is past noon when Tommy finds him again. Buck is bartering over use of the piemaker’s oven, the woman’s price a ridiculous one when he asks no labor nor ingredients from her. He is beginning to suspect she may take offense to his insisting on making his own and is about to explain when Tommy beckons him over and both fight and apology are drained from him in an instant. He concedes to the piemaker’s price and then begs her pardon to meet Tommy, his feet carrying him the paces without a conscious thought.

“Hey,” he says, boyishly breathless.

“Hey,” Tommy says, blue eyes sparkling like the azure sea so far from here. “I got you something.” He gestures for Buck to come closer and Buck can not help the way his heart beats faster at the simple proximity as he steps in, their backs an effective wall to any on-lookers.

“For- for me?”

“No, for the other handsome knight I have been spending my days with.”

“Where is he? I’ll fight the bastard,” Buck quips, earning him a brilliant grin. Any other jokes die in his throat when he sees what it is Tommy has been carrying, bundled up in cloth. It is a trout, big enough to feed them both with plenty to spare and fresher than any he has ever seen at markets before.

“How-?” he starts, opens his mouth again, closes it. “Tommy, what-“

The other knight’s eyes sparkle with amusement at his obvious floundering for words.

“I-I thought you said there was no fishmonger,” Buck finally manages.

“I spoke the truth.”

“And you said the lord had forbidden fishing.”

“This is also true.”

“But how-- Tommy, did you steal this?”

“Surely you do not think so lowly of me.”

“We-- you-- Surely a knight must follow the rule of law.”

Tommy gives him an easy smile, wraps up the trout again, and Buck is momentarily caught by the breadth of his hands as he does so.

“I told you, Evan,” Tommy says, nudging him playfully. “I am no knight.”

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wip whursday

tagged by @trombonechurchill and @o0anapher0o for this one. more of the love in stereo outtake, picking up from here. believe it or not, this is going to be mostly porn, but for now they're determined to be cute. pretend i had the energy to format fake text messages ok thanks

Finally, boarding for Sal's flight gets called, a full hour after it was meant to take off.

"Jesus, I'm gonna be so late getting to the hotel," Sal grumbles.

He stoops to grab his carry on bag, but Tommy gets there first, swinging it over his shoulder. Buck puts his arm around Sal's waist and Sal has to smile. Clearly he's getting a two-man escort as far as is legally possible.

Tommy's slow to hand over the bag when they get there and Sal grabs for it in the end, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, enough with the eyes, I can't handle this puppy shit from both of you. It's only a week."

Buck exaggerates his pout on purpose and Sal has to laugh, using one hand to squeeze his cheeks to puff his lips out even more and plants a kiss onto them. He turns to Tommy and reels him in for a kiss too before Tommy drags Buck into join them and Sal lets himself be squeezed between them for a long moment.

"Alright," he says finally. "Look after each other."

And then he leaves them behind to get on a plane full of grumpy assholes to go to a conference which, while it will include some interesting workshops, will mostly contain people Sal would cross the street to avoid in any other circumstances. That he'll be a thousand miles away from his boys when they have an incredibly rare overlapping three days off coming up later in the week only serves to worsen his already sour mood.

By the time he lands and switches his phone back on, there are already three messages in their group chat. The first is a shot of Tommy captured in the middle of rolling his eyes in the Fat Burger nearest their place. The table between them is scattered with wrappers, one bearing a smear of egg yolk, the other a stray pickle.

Miss u! Buck has written.

The next message is just a text from Tommy: let us know when you land.

Then after that, another photo, from Tommy this time, an awkward angled selfie that shows the two of them on the couch, Buck tucked into the crook of Tommy's arm, fast asleep, mouth open and drooling on Tommy's shirt.

Post-burger slump. He lasted maybe ten minutes. Love you.

While he's waiting for his hotel transport, Sal shoots off a reply.

Landed, heading to the hotel now. Thomas you better steal me that helicopter for the return journey or we're starting a new life in Seattle. You two better be in bed by now btw. Do not sleep on the couch the whole time I'm gone. Love you guys.

onward tagging for @ambernotember, @firehose118se118 and @beanarie

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touch yourself thursday

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Post-reconciliation, where they have a first time that they didn't get around to during their first go at the relationship and maybe that was on purpose on the part of one of them (Tommy?) and something the other didn't realize was being avoided, but it's happening now and it's like a sign of trust.

The first time they fucked, Tommy had insisted on bottoming. 

That had worked for Buck. He was ready, but he wasn’t ready ready. He hadn’t known how to put that into words at that time, and he had been grateful to have Tommy guiding him. Tommy had gotten himself ready while Buck had watched. He’d stayed on his hands and knees and instructed Buck to fuck him from behind. It was deeper that way, he’d said. Easier. 

It had been different for Buck at first, lining himself up and looking down over a broad back, but the tight clutch of Tommy’s hole was so delicious that Buck had been surprised he didn’t come on the first press inside. He’d even held out long enough to start to get a sense of what Tommy liked, how he wanted it, what to do to wring some incredibly hot and undignified sounds out of him. Buck had come with his face pressed into Tommy’s spine, and the only thought in his head had been again. It was hot. It was fucking incredible. 

They had fucked like that a few times, when they went further than hands and mouths and simple grinding. Buck memorized the constellations of freckles on Tommy’s back. Soon, though, the way that Tommy threw himself back on Buck’s dick and moaned in such deep pleasure had made Buck too curious about how it felt to wait any longer to try it himself. Tommy had started Buck off with fingers first, slowly moving one, two, then three of his thick fingers inside of Buck; stretching and massaging and wringing an orgasm out of Buck so good that he’d been left drooling against Tommy’s chest until his brain came back online. 

When Buck was ready, Tommy had put him on his back and fucked him gently, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When none arose, and when Buck dug his heels into the small of Tommy’s back on instinct and begged for it harder, Tommy, please, Tommy had given Buck his first taste of just how good bottoming could be. It had only gotten better from there. 

After that first time, Buck had bottomed more than Tommy did. He hadn’t thought about it like that—he hadn’t thought about it at all. He just started kissing Tommy, rubbing on Tommy, touching Tommy’s broad chest, and then all he wanted to do was feel Tommy inside him, Tommy all around him, enveloping him, Tommy kissing his lips and neck with tender possessive passion, Tommy sweating and grunting into his mouth and telling him how good he was while that fat cock hit places inside of Buck that turned him into a mewling, brainless animal. It was intense. It was addicting. It was the most treasured Buck had ever felt. 

Tommy had seemed happy with the way their dynamic was progressing, and it’s not like he’d never bottomed again during their relationship. He’d done it all the time: bent over the kitchen island, up against the shower wall, on his hands and knees on the bed or the couch or the floor. Buck had fucked Tommy like that and never thought about it beyond yes good Tommy yes. Tommy had moaned and pushed back against him, and that same magic that always brewed between them popped and fizzed and bubbled over. Tommy rode Buck hard and pushed his hands down on Buck’s chest to keep him flat on the bed while Tommy took what he wanted. It was hot. 

So Buck hadn’t thought about it. From the beginning, he had been struck with the near inability to think much around Tommy at all. Their relationship had been such a fuckdrunk blur of easy pleasure and simple joy that Buck hadn’t been able to see that Tommy had been avoiding receiving the intimacy that he gave to Buck. 

That changes after they get back together. 

They’re laying in bed one lazy morning about a month into their second try, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and naked from the night before and still giddy about being allowed to have this again. Buck rolls on top of Tommy, settling between his legs without breaking their kiss, and thinking nothing of it. He starts grinding down on Tommy, Tommy ruts up against him, and their breathing turns from sweet sighs to harsh, hungry exhales. 

Buck leans up onto his knees, forcing Tommy’s legs further apart. They wrap around Buck’s hips like a hug, keeping him close. It feels so good to have Tommy around him like this, their limbs tangled and bodies pressed together like they could fuse into one. There’s something different about it that Buck can’t quite put his finger on, but he doesn’t chase the thought. He has more important things on his mind. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Buck breathes against Tommy’s mouth. 

“Yeah.” Tommy nods and kisses Buck harder. “Want you to fuck me. Want you. Fuck, Evan, just like this.” He wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him closer, closer; tightens his legs around Buck’s hips to grind against him better and whines when Buck leans more of his weight down onto him. 

Tommy wasn’t this clingy the first time around, didn’t make these kinds of noises, and Buck is living for it now. He has to lean away and untangle himself a little to find the lube, but the brief moment of separation is worth it when he slides two slick fingers into Tommy and Tommy howls; head thrown back and gorgeous thick neck calling to Buck’s lips like a siren song. Buck kisses, bites, sucks, and Tommy’s moans only spur him on. He knows he’s leaving marks, and Tommy knows he’s leaving marks, and still Tommy holds Buck’s head to his neck in acceptance of Buck’s claim. 

Buck teases and stretches Tommy. He’s still pretty loose from last night, when Buck had fucked him face down into the mattress, hard hard hard as hard as you can Evan, please, I’m yours Evan please please take me. 

That had been different, too. That had been incredible.

Tommy moans and squirms and pushes back against Buck’s fingers, writhes against Buck’s body, and Buck has never, never seen him this openly desperate before. He’s always enthusiastic, but there’s usually a bit of snark still clinging to the edges of his self control. All of that is gone now. This is pure need. 

Buck pulls away from Tommy’s neck to kiss his lips again, to sip these beautiful and unprecedented sounds right from the source, but he stops short when he sees the tears in Tommy’s eyes. 

“Hey,” Buck says softly, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

Tommy shakes his head and lets out a string of jumbled words. “Just need you. Need you like this. You’re- Evan, it’s you, please. Please fuck me like this.” 

Buck doesn’t understand. He hesitates, unsure if he should take Tommy at his word or stop altogether until Tommy can really tell him what’s going on. Then Tommy squeezes his legs around Buck’s hips again and whispers please more breathy than Buck has ever heard from him before, and understanding washes over Buck like a hot shower. 

“We’ve never fucked like this before,” he says, incredulous. “You’ve fucked me like this, but you’ve never- you always keep your distance when you bottom. I never realized…” Buck trails off, just looking at Tommy until he nods. “But it- it’s different now?” 

Tommy strokes up and down Buck’s back. “It’s different now. I wanted it before, but it was too… too real. Too vulnerable.” He blinks away tears. “You would’ve kissed me while you fucked me, all- all big on top of me like this, all around me, and I… god, Evan, it just would’ve been everything. I would have lost myself in you, no coming back. And it felt like if I let myself have that, it would’ve hurt too much when you left.” 

“I’m not leaving,” Buck reminds him. “I wasn’t going to then, either.” 

“I know. I know that now. I trust that. That’s why I want you to fuck me like this. I want to kiss you while you’re inside me, I want…” One tear tracks down the crinkles around Tommy’s eyes as he smiles up at Buck, lips quivering. “I want to let you in.” 

Now Buck could cry too. He leans down and kisses Tommy, cradling his precious face in one hand. He tries to kiss every bit of emotion that he’s feeling into Tommy’s mouth: the wonder, the honor of being trusted like this, the joyful hope. Tommy kisses back and holds onto the back of Buck’s head like he can’t get enough. 

Buck starts moving his fingers again and Tommy moans between their mouths. Buck swallows it down greedily. He’s aching with love, with pride, with protectiveness. He always wants to be good for Tommy, but this feels different: he wants to be good to Tommy. He wants Tommy to feel as loved as Tommy makes Buck feel—as loved as Tommy is. Buck presses and stretches his fingers inside of Tommy, and Tommy writhes with it. 

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m ready,” Tommy breathes into Buck’s mouth. “Need you.” 

Tommy chases Buck’s lips as he pulls away. Tommy’s cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown wide, and naked desire is written clear across his face. He’s gorgeous—even more than he usually is. Buck has never been tempted to use the word wanton to describe Tommy before, but the needy limbs wrapped around him and the whiny little breaths that hit Buck’s face every time he presses his fingers in make the word stick in his mind. 

“I like you like this,” Buck says. “I like you so open.” 

Tommy whines again and tosses his head back against the pillow. “Evan, please.” 

Buck doesn’t make Tommy wait any longer. He pulls his fingers out gently, gets lube onto his already leaking dick, and presses inside. 

Sinking into Tommy feels like a dream. Warm, wet, tight; arms and legs clinging to Buck’s body like they never have before. Buck shivers and moans and hides his face in Tommy’s neck for a moment while they both adjust. He kisses the skin, licks the sweat, bites the muscle. Tommy rumbles a deep, content noise in his chest, and starts to rock his hips against Buck. 

Buck thrusts shallow and gentle at first, testing how Tommy wants it. They’re in unprecedented waters: Buck doesn’t know if Tommy wants to be fucked hard and fast to match his earlier desperation or if this new position—this new deepening of Tommy’s trust in him—calls for something softer and more intimate. 

Buck untucks his face to check on Tommy. The sight nearly takes his breath away. Tommy is looking up at Buck with such pure adoration that Buck stutters in his rhythm. He smiles his beautiful smile up at Buck and he looks more content than Buck has ever seen him. No one has ever looked at Buck the way that Tommy does, and Tommy has never let Buck see this depth before. The lines on Tommy’s face are smooth and relaxed, and the tension he usually holds in his shoulders has melted away. Buck can hardly believe that this is for him, because of him. 

His face heats up and his heart soars. He leans down to kiss Tommy, letting Tommy set the pace and tone. Tommy’s lips press back sweetly, languidly, unhurriedly, so Buck matches his thrusts to that same tempo. Tommy sighs into his mouth; a deep, rich, contented thing. Being able to give Tommy what he wants—being trusted to give Tommy exactly what he has truly wanted for a while; what he has needed and denied himself—sends a shiver of pleasure down Buck’s spine. 

Buck hadn’t realized how much he had been craving this particular form of intimacy. The way they press into one—the way Tommy is wrapped around him in a full-body hug, squeezing him, keeping him together; the way Buck is covering Tommy, warm and protective, thrusting into him slow and sweet—is richly, achingly, indescribably bone-deep satisfying. Buck kisses Tommy as he fucks into him and he can’t believe he didn’t notice that he had been missing this. 

This is what Tommy needs, and it’s what Buck needs, too. Buck is used to being the one who clings. It feels incredible to be clung to, and to know that Tommy not only welcomes but craves the heavy weight of Buck on top of him. Tommy said that it would be everything, and Buck thinks he’s exactly right. 

Buck’s knee slips on the sheet so he hitches his hips off-rhythm to fix his position. He hits a new angle and Tommy moans high and reedy, writhing under Buck to get him to hit that angle again. Buck does. Tommy shudders and kisses Buck faster, harder, licks his way into Buck’s mouth with more force. Buck fucks into Tommy at the same speed, responding to the quickening pace of Tommy’s need. Tommy moans and whines and Buck swallows the sounds down deep inside of himself. He earned those. 

His stomach rubs over Tommy’s cock with every thrust. Buck relishes the way that Tommy ruts up into the small wet patch he’s leaking between their bodies, ruts up against the hair on the soft give of Buck’s strong lower stomach in desperate little hitches. Tommy’s movements get faster, less coordinated, more slippery, and he digs his hands into Buck’s back hard enough to leave marks. 

“Evan,” Tommy pants, his body curling tighter and tighter into itself. “Evan, I’m-” 

“I know,” Buck says, and he does. Tommy is so open under him, not hiding a thing as he writhes and ruts and moans. Buck can feel every muscle of Tommy’s body moving so freely against his own. Even without the rich familiarity Buck has with Tommy’s body, he’d be able to tell how close Tommy is. “I know, I can feel you. I can feel all of you like this. Wanna feel you come for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

Tommy’s arms tighten, his legs tighten, and his moans pitch higher. It’s not long before he’s clamping down around Buck and spilling hot and wet between them, crying out loud and unabashed. Buck watches the pleasure wash over Tommy’s face and only manages three more thrusts before he’s following Tommy over the edge. He feels primal and possessive as he comes deep inside of Tommy. Tommy is his. Tommy wants to be his. Tommy is letting himself be Buck’s. 

Tommy had been worried about losing himself in Buck. Buck hadn’t been worried about that. Buck lost himself in Tommy the first moment he saw him. This—fucking Tommy so intimately, being pressed practically head-to-toe against Tommy’s sweaty body, coming inside of him, being fully enveloped by him—doesn’t feel like getting lost. It feels like coming home. 

They stay tangled up together as they come down. Tommy holds Buck tight to himself, and Buck has no desire to be anywhere else. He kisses Tommy, kisses over his jaw and his cheek and his throat; gentle, tender, lingering presses of his lips to Tommy’s skin. He wants Tommy to know how loved he is, how treasured, how safe his heart is in Buck’s hands. 

Tommy sighs, soft and warm and uncharacteristically earnest. He doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t push Buck away. He runs shaking fingers through Buck’s hair and presses Buck closer to him. With each kiss, he relaxes and sinks back heavier into the bed. With each kiss, he holds Buck closer. 

They don’t move for a long, long time.

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BUCKTOMMY + that look they give each other

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a detailed list of things i hate

hot weather

high temperatures

heat

warmer than average conditions

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wip wednesday

tagged by (deep breath): @ambernotember, @frogsinflannel, @firehose118, @buckevantommy and @herrmannhalsteadproduction. (suuuuper sorry if i missed anyone, i am frazzled as hell today)

here's the start of yet another outtake from love in stereo (is it normal or annoying to post outtakes from a fic you haven't finished yet? yes) because @peppermintquartz sent me a yet-to-be-answered ask (saving it for when this is done) which has been absolutely haunting me in the best possible way.

"What the fuck was the point of landing a pilot if I still have to fly fucking commercial?" Sal grumbles.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to steal a helicopter and fly you to Seattle?" Tommy asks, taking a swig from the obscenely large coffee Buck had gone to fetch for all three of them when the delay to Sal's flight had been announced.

"Yes, actually," Sal says, digging his knuckles into Tommy's thigh.

From the other side of him, Buck pipes up, "That would be really hot, actually."

"Me losing my job is attractive to you?"

"Yeah," Buck grins, his eyes sleepy but his smile bright. "Be our kept man."

"You couldn't afford me, honey," Tommy tells him.

"Pretty sure Captain Deluca's good for it," Buck says, his voice heavy with flirtation, and Sal has to laugh. God, he's gonna miss these two dipshits so much, never mind that it's only a week.

Like he's reading Sal's mind, Tommy taps their ankles together and says, "Hey."

"What's up?"

"We'll miss you," Tommy tells him and Buck lets out an unhappy sigh of agreement, shuffling as close as the awful ass-numbing chairs will allow to drop his head onto Sal's shoulder.

Sal puts his arm around Tommy's shoulders and pushes him in to kiss his temple, turns awkwardly to kiss the top of Buck's head.

"I'll miss you guys too. Don't get into too much trouble without me."

"We'll get into exactly the right amount of trouble," Buck promises.

"That's my boys," Sal says.

"Yeah," Tommy agrees.

let's call it an open tag because i am sososo sleepy and i still have like five things to do before i can go to bed. show me your words, folks!!!

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there should be a way for me to differentiate when scrolling at speed between 'blocked tag because it's probably insane discourse that you may wish to look at occasionally when feeling especially masochistic' and 'fundamentally harmless thing in which i just have negative amounts of interest'