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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Morning Surprise

Tommy’s alarm goes off and he groans. It was too early and he and… Evan… (God how his heart flutters just thinking his name)... had spent some quality time getting better acquainted last night. And it had turned into a way too late night while he had a way too early day shift to get to. With a grunt, he attempts to roll to his side, only realizing the stop gap between him and the other solid presence in his bed when the blankets didn’t shift with him.

Frowning, eyes still closed, he blinks them open slowly, wincing as sunlight pours in through the open curtains that flutter in the tepid spring breeze. Clearly, a window was left open last night.

It takes too long for his eyes to adjust; he can make out the vague shape of Evan’s face, the way his features soften in sleep - his brow significantly less creased than it typically is - and Tommy can’t help but smile. Reaching across the small valley between them, Tommy brushes his boyfriends unruly bangs from his forehead, tracing along the curve as his ear; admiring the way the sunlight makes him look nearly blonde. Snuffling, the younger man’s own baby blues open slowly, though one is half closed in a grimace. Clearly, he isn’t ready to be awake yet, either. “Tommy?” He croaks, bringing his hand to his eyes to wipe away the sleep, looking beyond adorable as he did it. Before Tommy could speak, Evan yawns a jaw cracking yawn as his eyes slide closed once again.

The pilot chuckles softly, cupping Evan’s neck as he replies, “Morning. Did you sleep well?” One thumb strokes his hard jawline; his perfect, gorgeous, jawline that Tommy could spend hours licking, or admiring, or painting or… Really just about anything. There are so many things that Tommy dreams of doing both to this man, and with this man.

Evan nuzzles into the touch a bit, though he doesn’t let his head leave the pillow, burrowing his one arm further underneath it as he makes himself more comfortable which only makes Tommy laugh again. “So comfy.” Evan slurs, hand groping for Tommy. Then he stops, eyes flying open until they’re as wide as dinner plates. “Tommy.” His eyes belie his calm tone.

Cocking one eyebrow Tommy says nothing, waiting.

Evan strains hard to keep his eyes on Tommy’s, jaw working. This makes Tommy frown and slide his hand from Evan’s neck to his shoulder. Was something wrong? After an all too pregnant pause, the young firefighter coughs and asks, “You wouldn’t, by chance, keep any stuffed toys in your bed… Would you?”

Stuffed toys? What is he talking about? Hesitantly barking out a laugh Tommy replies, “Of course not, Evan. I’m a grown man. Not that there’s anything wrong with a stuffed animal collection but it’s certainly not for me.”

Tommy watches his Adam’s apple bob as Evan processes this statement. There’s another loud silence before he speaks once again. “Then, would you like to explain… Why there is something soft, furry, and breathing , in your bed?” Now Tommy’s expression matches Evan’s. What in the hell is he talking about?

Confused, Tommy slowly sits up, bemoaning his lack of a good morning stretch, and letting his eyes follow the trajectory of Evan’s arm. At the end, Evan’s long arm is half cocked because he’d been reaching for Tommy, is an endless, black void that seems to rise and fall with every breath. Evan’s hand rests gently atop it, as if he’s afraid he may get bit by a wild animal. Which it would seem is a real possibility.

Letting out a slow breath, Tommy reaches forward and wraps his hands around the small body. The creature, a kitten it looks like - no more than three or four months old based on its size, though it’s clearly malnourished - chirrups, and lifts its tiny little head. Feet dangling in the air, it turns its emerald green eyes on Tommy, meowing pitifully once again. In the center of its forehead is a small, teardrop shaped white mark. The only color along its entire body. “How did you get in here?” Tommy asks it softly, bringing it to his chest where he lets it rest against his body. It’s trembling and those huge eyes stare up at him, pupils dilated. It’s clearly having a fight, flight, or freeze response but there’s little Tommy can do.

“I think it’s a boy.” Evan says, sitting up slowly, his bare chest on full display. Tommy learned quite quickly that Evan always slept shirtless. No one would ever see Tommy complaining.

“Huh?” He asks stupidly, brain taking too long to come back online after seeing that expanse of beautifully tanned, slightly tattooed, chest.

Evan smiles broadly, knowingly. “I think it’s a boy, Tommy.”

“Is that so? Now that you’ve had a taste of boys, that's the first thing you look for?” Tommy snarks, trying to hide his embarrassment at being caught staring.

Snorting, Evan tentatively reaches out to stroke the length of the poor things back; his ribs can be seen, and his fur is patchy in places. “I’m into men, Tommy, not animals.” Immediately the creature starts to purr, gaze turning away from Tommy as it leans into Evan’s hand. Tommy’s heart swells even more as he watches the way his boyfriend lights up at the affection. Please never let me be the one that takes that smile away. “��Hey sweetheart, aren’t you just the cutest little thing? Do you have a home?” Its purrs grow louder and it begins to knead Tommy’s skin, making him wince. It doesn’t take long for him to hold it out to Evan, the pain of losing skin a bit too much this early in the day. Evan takes him, greedily, beginning to kiss the top of his head, the tips of his ears, and playing with its tiny baby paws. A small surge of jealousy wells up in Tommy’s chest but he tamps it down. He refuses to be jealous of an animal .

Sighing, Tommy reaches out and cups Evan’s chin one more time, bringing his attention forward, though his fingers continued stroking the velvet soft fur. “I need to get ready for work, okay?”

“Sure, Tommy.” Evan’s blue eyes flick back down to the cat, hardly giving him a second chance. Half sighing, half laughing, Tommy throws back the blankets on his side and stands, relishing in the pop of his joints and the release of the good fluids. Just about to walk away, Evan’s words stop him. “Hey. Wait. What are you gonna do with him?” Tommy turns to look back at the man and regrets it immediately. He’s got those baby blues in full on puppy dog eye mode and it’s only been a couple of months, but Tommy finds it so hard to deny them anything.

“Um. Not sure. I don’t think I have the time to take care of an animal…” He lets the words linger. If he begs, or even if he just asks , to keep it, Tommy isn’t sure he has the willpower to tell him no.

Quiet for a second, eventually Evan opens his mouth and says, “We can’t just put him back out on the street… Can’t he stay here for a bit? I’ll look after him.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Tommy sighs dramatically, though it’s all for show. “I don’t know, Evan. He’s still a kitten, and kittens are a lot of work.”

“ Please , Tommy? I can’t keep pets in my loft.” He juts his bottom lip out and Tommy’s a goner. No way, no how, can he, or would he, ever say no to that face.

Unable to help himself, Tommy kneels one knee on the bed, reaches behind Evan’s neck, and pulls him into a gentle kiss. “Those eyes should be illegal.” Sighing once again he says, “Fine. We can keep him here. At least until he’s better fed, okay?”

Evan snatches another kiss, the cat meowing in protest as he’s squished to the broad chest. “Thank you, Tommy.”

“No problem, kid.” Bonking their noses, Tommy finally rears back to get ready for the day.

He wasn’t sure they were ready enough to be pet parents together, but right now that didn’t matter, because right now? Right now, Tommy Kinard would do everything in his power to keep one Evan Buckley happy.

Half way into his shift, Tommy receives an image text from his paramour and a single sentence. E: his name is Rain. The black cat has a little silver bow tie collar around his neck and a smudge of wet food on his tiny pink nose. Tommy knows that all is lost, and he’d better get used to having a furry, four legged fiend around for a very long time.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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In the Light of the Day

(Chapter 1/2)

His eyes flutter open. With a smile on his face, he rolls to his back to stretch, enjoying the slight ache in his hips and low back. Turning, he notes that Tommy’s side of the bed is cold, but - as is usual - it’s neatly made. Even though Buck usually sleeps later, Tommy always makes his side. The first few times, Buck teased him about it relentlessly, but now he wouldn’t change it for the world. Because it means that Tommy is still here. Still with him.

As his senses wake, one by one, he’s hit with the scent of fat and grease which his brain eventually registers as cooking breakfast meat. A moment later he can smell fried eggs and roasting potatoes. His smile widens even further as a pleased shiver runs down his spine.

Buck lays in bed for a few moments longer, blinking slowly as a sunbeam peeking through the sheer curtains moves across the room. Finally he can no longer ignore the growing pit in his stomach, so he rolls to the edge of the bed before standing, having to steady himself as his blood rushes from his head to his extremities.

Yawning, scratching at his head, he searches the room for something to put on. (Though Tommy wouldn’t mind if he never put clothes on again.) He smirks, wondering if he should just ignore the innate reaction to dress, but decides against it. He doesn’t want to have to worry about his bits getting burned if Tommy is still cooking.

There’s a pair of black sweats at the foot of the bed on the floor that he swipes up and shimmy’s into. They’re a little tight. They’re Tommy’s. They’re the most comfortable sweats he’s ever worn. Heart feeling light, he nabs a ratty grey t-shirt with shorn off sleeves that he slips on before sauntering out of the room. He’d make the bed later. Though hopefully he wouldn’t need to because it would just get all mussed again.

His smile widens into something wicked.

Still grinning like a mad man, he makes his way down the short hallway that leads first into the living room, and then straight into the kitchen. To no one's surprise, Tommy stands at the stove, so tall that he towers over the vent hood. It shouldn’t be funny, but Buck can’t help wanting to snicker every time he sees it. (He’s also taller but it’s less funny if he’s the one that’s too giant for his space.)

Sliding up behind his husband, he snakes his arms around Tommy’s waist; the pilot doesn’t even jump, just hums happily. Resting his head against Tommy’s neck, Buck basks in the feeling of the man he loves more than anything in the world. And even though he can’t see it, Buck knows that Tommy has that little Grinch-like grin he wears when he’s particularly satisfied. It’s warmth, and sunshine, and happiness. It’s home.

“Morning, baby.” Tommy murmured, tone half flirty and half sassy. Just how Buck loves it. The endearment? He’s not so sure about that.

So he pinches his husband's stomach in retaliation which only makes him laugh. So before Buck says anything, he bites his neck instead. This earns him a slight hiss of pain which makes him smug. Resting his chin on the older man's shoulder now, he watches as Tommy flips the fried egg in the pan. He’s improved so much over the years; he can make so much more than a basic scrambled egg and toast now. Though, honestly, Buck would eat scrambled eggs and avocado toast every morning for the rest of his life if Tommy was the one making it. He did make a mean piece of toast.

“How’d you sleep?” Tommy asked, gently pulling out of Buck’s arms so he can plate the eggs before they burned.

Buck hums, stepping around Tommy so that he can hop onto the free bit of counter space not occupied by way too much food for two people. Kicking his feet like a carefree child, he smirks and says, “Like I’ve found heaven.”

Tommy snorts. “Babe. You don’t even believe in heaven.”

Buck shrugs. “I mean. I found you so heaven must exist.”

The soft look Tommy shoots him makes him want to drop to his knees and show him just how enlightened he is. But his stomach gurgles a little too loudly for him to move forward with those plans.

They spend the next half an hour or so standing in the kitchen at the counter, picking at their food; feeding each other bites of egg and fruit; making ludicrous, childish gestures with the sausage links.

So what if Buck didn’t believe in the Christian heaven? He’d found his own version of heaven right here in this house. Right here with the man he loved more than life itself.

Nothing, and nobody, could take that away from him.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Morning Light

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This moment felt intimate. It always did, no matter how many times Buck experienced it. He'd woken to an empty bed, though the sheets still smelled heavily of that woodsy, sort of smoky scent that his husband favored.

Tommy always woke up first; it didn't matter if he'd worked through the previous day or was just coming home as Buck should be rising. So it wasn't unexpected to be alone. Smiling, Buck wheezed as he stretched his long body until his toes almost cramped before he settled back under The covers once more. Maybe just… five more minutes.

Rolling to his side, he dragged his left hand out from under the covers and examined the beautiful, titanium band shining on his ring finger. A shiver ran up his spine. One year. It had been a whole year since he'd said “I do” to not only a man, but the love of his life.

He gave a whole body happy little pleased wiggle, giggling just once. Then his stomach released an unhappy wail with its hunger; should it not be fed soon it would shrivel into a prune.

Grumbling, Buck threw back the comforter and rolled until he flopped off the edge of the bed, coming to a less than graceful standing position. His vision swam for just a second from the sudden change but once it had cleared, he grabbed the first pair of boxers briefs he found - they could've been Tommy's but who knews - and yanked them on one foot at a time, hopping down the hall as he did.

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, a mix of cinnamon and sugar, as well as the nearly nauseating smell of fried meat. When he entered the small space, Tommy stood tall and proud at the stove, moving a spatula in slow circles through what Buck could assume was scrambled eggs.

As Buck entered the room, Tommy turned and offered the softest smile, the one he reserved only for him, and greeted him with a simple, “Hey.” Tone a little sing songy. The way Buck loved.

Bypassing the coffee pot, his astute husband had already poured him a fresh cup and doctored it just the way he liked, he walked straight up to the counter and hopped up, swinging his legs like a little kid. Next to him was a bowl of fresh cut fruit and bagels Buck had made fresh yesterday afternoon. Even with Tommy back in his life, baking had become one of his passions. He hoped to share it with his… with their… kids some day.

Snagging a piece of pineapple he popped it into his mouth and hummed happily, tongue whipping out to catch the juice trying to escape. Tommy didn't seem to mind not getting a verbal reply. Rather, he lowered the heat on the eggs and set the spatula aside.

A moment later he stood between Buck's legs, an impish smile on his lips and his large hands running up and down the length of the younger man's thighs. Finally Buck said, “Morning.”

“How'd you sleep?” Tommy brushed one of his large, calloused hands along Buck's jaw. He leaned into the touch, eyes crinkling as his grin grew wider.

“It was the best night I've had in this place.” He parroted the words back from what felt like eons ago. Like he did every morning. Like he would do every morning in the future. “And you?”

“I've never slept better.” Buck's heart melted when his husband beamed at him, his smile so high wattage he could blind someone with it. The smile he reserved for Tommy and Tommy only. Their bubble broke when Tommy cried, “Shit, the eggs.” He whipped around, took one step towards the stove, and then immediately turned back - stepping in even closer than before. Then he pressed his lips first to Buck's mouth, then the tip of his nose, and then finally, letting it linger for a long moment, his birthmark.

And then he was back at the stove, whistling as breakfast finished cooking, face alight with joy. And Buck knew that his expressing matched the pilot's. How did he know?

Because there was no reason that Buck couldn't feel a joy so large it could burst from his chest at any moment when he knew he'd be spending the rest of his life with a man that treated him like the most important, and precious, thing in the world.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Don't You

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“Now, you listen here, Thomas Kinard, I just lost the greatest love of my life. But I'm not the only one who lost someone important. Are you listening?” Tommy nods, face straight, expression focused, as the diminutive, but not small, woman lays into him. Her pointer finger presses gently into his breastbone, and though her voice is strong, he hears the tremble as she continues, “My son lost his father. And he's going to try and pretend like it's all okay. He'll put on a brave face, just like his sister. But that boy is about to be more fragile than a crystal chandelier. Do you hear me?” Tommy nods again, a little confused. Why was she coming to him about May and Harry? “So, Thomas Kinard, so help me God; if you cause that man even one more single grievance from now until you're both old and wrinkled, lying on your death beds, my husband won't be the only one in a casket six feet under ground.” Her voice breaks, and she turns away so Tommy doesn't see her tears

Not that he would anyway because understanding dawns; clearing his throat, voice suddenly quite thick he replies, “I understand, Athena. I won't be the one to break him, I promise. I promise to always be there to pick up the pieces when it does, inevitably, happen, though.” A sniffle and a nod.

Tommy has his marching orders now, and he plans on following them to a T.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Make Me Feel

The funeral was over. Buck knew that. But his head felt empty; he felt like he was floating, having an out of body experience as he watched his friends - his family, really - mill about the firehouse. The tone was somber, a sea of black waves rippling in and around each other.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, not really, but it wasn't until he felt the familiar aura of his ex that he snapped out of the daze. Tommy stood before him in his funeral attire, cap tucked under his arm, white gloves tucked in the pocket of the suit jacket. Buck let his eyes wander up his body until he met those gorgeous, sad, blue eyes. "Evan." Tommy breathed. He held himself rigidly but it's like Buck could feel Tommy's desire to reach out and hold him. And right now, Buck couldn't think of anything he wanted more.

"I need you." He replied, feeling moisture dampen his eyes. He tried to blink it away, but the dam had broken and he was lost to it. "Please, Tommy. I..." His voice broke and a second later, warm arms had him wrapped up in an impossibly tight hug, a nose buried in his hair as he breathed him in. Buck didn't care if people watched as he buried his own nose into the side of Tommy's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist. The sensation was grounding and if Tommy let go, Buck was positive he'd actually float away - like a balloon on the wind. "I can't... I'm so numb, Tommy. Please. I want to... I need to... I have to feel something again, Tommy. Please. Just make me feel something. Anything. Even if it hurts."

"Evan." Tommy sounded so husky and his arms wrapped even tighter around Buck. Buck sank into them. "Do you want to get out of here?" Tommy whispered the words against the crown of Buck's head, but he heard them loud and clear. Unable to find the words, Buck just nodded. Screw decorum. He couldn't be here anymore.

"Let me go find Athena to let her know we're leaving." Tommy tried to pull away but Buck gripped him hard, plastering himself to the pilot's front, unwilling to let his tether go. "Sweetheart, you need to let go."

"I can't." His voice cracked and he grit his teeth in what would have been a snarl in any other scenario. "Don't make me."

Tommy sighed, pulling away so he could brush his hand down Buck's head. "Okay, but we need to tell her. So will you walk with me?" It took much longer than it should have for Buck to finally nod his head and pull away. Without a second's hesitation, Tommy slipped his hand into Buck's and dragged him through the crowd to where Athena sat at a table with a blank expression on her forever stoic face. Buck didn't look up once, not greeting a single person as he was dragged, and even when they approached Athena's table he kept his head lowered.

"Sergeant Grant." Tommy said.

"Athena, Tommy. Just Athena." She replied, despondent.

"Yes ma'am." Tommy acknowledged with a nod of his head. "E... Firefighter Buckley and I will be taking our leave. I cannot express how sorry I am for your loss."

She moved her eyes to meet his, and then the top of Buck's head, before moving back. A sad smile appeared. "Take care of my boy, Tommy. He'll try to be strong but he needs someone to look after him. I appreciate you stepping up as a pall bearer." She choked out the last few words and a tear slid down her cheek. She swiped it away and offered up the smallest smile Buck had ever seen.

"If you need anything , please don't hesitate to call." Tommy dipped his head once more in respect before turning on his heel and dragging Buck once more through the crowd. They reached Tommy's truck and the man opened the door to let Buck climb in before walking around to the drivers side. He slid in, and started it up before wordlessly turning in the direction of Buck's place.

The drive home was silent, and the floatiness from before was coming back, even though Tommy held his hand over the center console the entire way, barely letting it go to get the two of them into the house. Once inside, Tommy gently took Buck's cap from him, and hung both of theirs on the wall. Then he carefully guided the two of them back towards the bedroom.

Buck stood completely motionless, emotionless, as Tommy helped him undress. As each piece of his dress uniform came off - the pilot hanging each piece reverently on a coat hanger - Buck felt another piece of himself chip away. Tears burned hot in the back of his eyes, but he held them back. Bobby had asked him to be strong; to be the rock he knew the team was going to need.

But Buck didn't know if he could be strong this time.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but eventually Tommy and him faced each other in nothing but their boxer briefs. Tommy's large, warm, calloused hand cupped his face as his thumb traced over his jaw. After a long moment, Tommy leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips; soft at first, but it quickly turned heated as all of Buck's latent emotions pushed to the surface.

Grabbing Tommy's face with both hands, Buck pressed into him, tongue coming out to press against the seam of his boyfriend's lips. Tommy easily complied, opening up to him - letting Buck plunder his mouth with abandon as he walked them back towards the bed. Knees hitting the end of it, Buck fell back onto it, pulling Tommy with him. The slightly larger man followed, helping guide Buck until his head was on the pillow, their lips never breaking for more than a moment.

When they emerged for air, Tommy nipped along Buck's shoulder, hands exploring every inch of him. Buck couldn't help the whimper that escaped. It had been way too long since his Tommy had touched him. Pleading, Buck asked, "Please Tommy. I need you."

"I need you, too, Evan." Tommy made his way back to Buck's mouth and planted another soft kiss. "Lube? Condoms?"

Buck shook his head. "No condom. You... You're the only one I've been with, Tommy, and I need to feel you. All of you. Please?" God damn it, the wetness was back and he couldn't stand it. Thank whatever gods were listening that the pilot paused for only the briefest moment before nodding compliantly. "There's lube in the drawer." He indicated with his head.

Seconds later he laid out bare for Tommy as those familiar, deft fingers worked him open. The whole time, Tommy peppered him with kisses, stroking Buck's cock with his other hand, bringing it to life. Despite the circumstances, Buck's dick rose to the occasion. It didn't give two fucks that Buck's dad was dead or that Buck couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

A tear slid down his cheek. He turned his face to the side, praying that Tommy hadn't seen.

If he had, the man kept it to himself. Soon Buck couldn't think as he writhed on the bed, relishing in the feeling of being with Tommy again. He didn't care that they were about to fuck missionary style as long as Tommy filled him with his cock and made him forget; or at the very least made him feel again.

"Tommy." He whimpered, wiggling.

Tommy stroked his stomach, hand wet with precum and lube, but Buck didn't care. "It's been awhile, Evan. I don't want to hurt you." God, how could this man be so kind, and perfect, and amazing after how the world had treated him?

"I told you to make me feel something, Tommy." Turning his face back, he swallowed the lump growing in his throat at Tommy's worried expression; dark brows drawn together and a soft frown on his lips. "You're not going to hurt me. Please. I need it. This one time, I need you to... Not be perfect."

Light danced in Tommy's eyes at that, he even preened a little, though the frown didn't completely disappear. After way too long, he sighed, and withdrew his fingers. He shimmied out of his own boxer briefs, exposing his long, slender, uncut cock that was turning purple at the tip with desire. Buck swallowed again, though this time with desire. His brain had finally quieted, and now all he could focus on was getting that monster deep inside of him.

Tommy prepped himself with a more generous heap of lube than usual, before lining himself and beginning the slow process of breaching Buck's entrance. Throwing his head back, Buck sighed with relief at the pressure, at the sting, he felt. Tommy had done a fair job of prepping him so it didn't hurt as much as he'd hoped, but it was enough to signal to Buck's brain that he was still alive.

Once seated, Tommy spread Buck's knee's a little wider before planting his hands on his kneecaps and beginning slow, gentle thrusts as the younger mans body adjusted. Not happy with that, Buck lifted his hands in a grabby motion until Tommy leaned down over him and Buck could wrap his arms around his neck. Breathless he whispered, "Fucking move, Kinard." That was all Tommy needed.

The bed rocked as Tommy drove his hips forward, leaving sloppy kisses on Buck's mouth as he pounded into him, not relenting one iota, even as they neared the end.

As Buck felt his core getting tight, he tapped Tommy's shoulder and whined, "Let me ride you." Tommy didn't have to be told twice, grunting like the caveman he'd reverted to as he pulled out and switched spots, laying down on his back and letting Buck straddle his hips. None too gently, Buck lowered himself down and heaved a sigh of pleasure, rolling his hips just a couple of times to find that right spot inside him before starting a breakneck pace, palms spread wide over Tommy's shoulders.

Something in the change of position had Buck thinking again and before he knew it, his cries weren't only that of pleasure. Tears of pain streamed down his cheeks and he was blubbering. "I... He's gone, Tommy. I can't believe Bobby is gone. He wasn't supposed to leave me like this." Tommy's cock stroked his prostate and he gasped, even as he continued on. "He was supposed to officiate my wedding; my kids were going to call him grampa and he was going to be the fire chief after I came on as captain." His head dropped to his chest as tears feel in earnest.

Tommy didn't speak, simply let Buck get it all out. He stroked Buck's thighs, his ass, and up and down the length of his spine. He let Buck ride him in more ways than one.

Their orgasms hit hard, and fast, and out of nowhere. One second Buck was sobbing into the void and the next he was seeing white as his cock released a stream of cum onto Tommy's chest. His hips moved habitually until he felt the heat spread inside him as Tommy came.

When they'd both finished, Buck collapsed onto Tommy's chest, still sobbing. He didn't care that they were a mess or that Tommy was still stuffed in his ass. He cried, he screamed, he pounded his fist against Tommy's chest. All the emotions he'd been feeling, that he'd allowed to build up, burst and he let them.

The whole time, Tommy just held him, not saying a word as snot and tears mixed with their orgasm. When Buck calmed down enough to let Tommy's cock slide out, he was shocked that the man didn't let him go. Instead, he pulled Buck closer to his chest, grabbed the blanket, and covered them. More tears threatened to fall.

"Tommy?" Buck asked. He'd referred to him as his boyfriend earlier but they weren't. Not anymore. Once again he'd used Tommy. Guilt set in.

"Shh, Evan. It's okay. I'm here for you. We'll clean up in a little while, okay? For now, sleep. We can talk when we wake up."

Buck choked back a sob and buried his head under Tommy's chin as he wrapped him up once more in his arms, heart and chest heavy, though feeling more grounded than he ever had before.

He may have lost the most important man in his life, but he was pretty sure he'd found someone even more important in the aftermath

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Heat of the Moment

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"Hey." A familiar voice calls from behind him. Tommy turns to find Howie standing there, a frown on his already somber face. "Have you seen Buck? It's almost time for... For the funeral to start and he needs to help carry.." His voice breaks and he can't finish the sentence.

Tommy understands. He was silently thanking god that he wasn't that deep in with this crowd of people because he's not sure that he could've held back the pain in his voice if he'd been forced to speak. Clearing his throat, "No, I haven't seen him in awhile. I think he disappeared to the bathrooms but I haven't seen him since."

Howie sighs with exasperation and lets his head drop back. "Of all days... He chooses to make things difficult today." There's no patience left in his friends tone. Reaching out, he clamps a hand down on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Howie. I'll help find him. How long until we have to be in position?"

He shoots Tommy a grateful smile before glancing down at his watch. "About twenty minutes or so."

"Great. I'll meet you guys at the door. If I can't find him in ten, I'll text."

"God you're amazing, Tommy." Howie gives him another appreciative smile before about facing and stomping away, yelling out for his wayward brother-in-law as he did.

Tommy watches him go for another brief moment before turning in the opposite direction and stalking towards a typically secluded area of the building; an area perfect for hiding away so no one can see you break down.

As he rounds a corner, he finds his target - crouched with his head in his hands between his knees. A soft sniffling sound can be heard but Tommy pretends like he doesn't hear it. "Evan." Tommy says his name as though there's nothing wrong in the world. When the younger man doesn't respond, Tommy takes the few steps needed to reach him and says it again, looming over him. " Evan. People are looking for you. The... procession... is about to begin."

"Tommy. I can't do this. He can't really be gone." Evan grips at his hair, pulling so hard it has to hurt.

Tommy's posture softens, though not by much. His patience is worn thin today, and though Evan doesn't deserve it, if he's not careful, Tommy will take it out on him. "I know. God don't I know it. But Athena needs you, Evan. You brothers and sister in arms need you. If you can't make yourself do it for you, or for Captain Nash, then for the love of God. Do it for them."

The sniffle is much louder this time, and Evan's body shakes. His hands go from covering his face to pulling his head between his knee's. Tommy can see how hard he's trying to hold it together, but clearly, it isn't working. So, he makes a decision. One he may come to regret, but it's the only thing he can think of to do right now.

Reaching down, he wraps one of his large hands around Evan's quivering bicep and yanks him to his feet. The man protests, wiping wildly at his face as though there's a dry eye anywhere in the firehouse today, but Tommy says nothing. Without loosening his grip even once, he navigates them to a closed door and yanks it open. More forcefully than he intends, Tommy shoves him inside and follows closely behind him. A string hangs from the ceiling and he pulls it before the door fully closes, illuminating a large supply closet.

The moment the latch clicks, Tommy is on his ex, pressing their mouths together in a hot, desperate kiss. Evan bucks in surprise but quickly loses himself in the sensation. It goes on and on, their tongues twisting and dancing, Tommy sucking on the tip of Evan's until Evan can't breathe.

Tommy's hands wander the familiar, taut body - relishing in feeling that slight softness in Evan's middle that he always gets a little self conscious over, even though he's one of the physically strongest men Tommy knows - paying special attention to his ass which he grabs and squeezes, forcing Evan to plaster himself sternum to toe against Tommy's own body. Evan whimpers, breaking away and panting as he rests his head against Tommy's shoulder. "Tommy."

"Evan."

"Why..."

"Don't ask questions. Just let me take care of you." Like I always do, and want to always be doing. Tommy steps back just far enough that he can drop to his knees, deft hands quickly undoing Evan's belt and dress pants, the zipper sounding like gunfire in the quiet. Evan's breath hitches and his warm, clammy, hands come to rest on Tommy's shoulders, fingertips digging a little too hard into the solid flesh.

Seconds tick by as Tommy works the pants down around his ex's thighs, exposing the black boxer briefs that sported quite the tent, all things considered. He doesn't take long to admire it, knowing that the clock is ticking. With the same swiftness from before, Tommy pulls them down and takes Evan's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he turns his gaze upwards.

Evan is staring down at him, expression crumpling more and more as they look into each others eyes. "It's okay, Evan. I've got you." Tommy wraps a hand around one of Evan's hairy thighs and strokes upwards, cupping his ass for just a second before moving down. Then, with no more preamble, Tommy sucks Evan's cock into his mouth, suctioning around the head, lapping at it until he feels the man quaking. The grip on him tightens but he pays it no mind.

Loosening the suction he begins to bob up and down Evan's shorter, thicker length. The main vein is prominent and feels heavenly against Tommy's tongue as he works him like a pro. After a minute, he reaches between Evan's legs and takes his balls in hand and squeezes them, putting pressure along the seam like he remembered his boyfriend adoring. Evan keens loudly, hips thrusting into the warm, wet heat of his mouth.

Changing pace, Tommy pops off and begins to nibble along the sensitive flesh, suckling at certain parts that he knows drives Evan wild. At the same time, his snakes his hand further between Evan's legs and presses a finger into the crease of his ass, following it down until it brushes against his sensitive hole. Unfortunately they had neither lube, no time, but that wasn't going to stop Tommy from stirring up the nerves.

Again, Evan keens, throwing his head back hard enough that Tommy doesn't have to see it because the supplies on the metal shelf holding Evan up clang unhappily. Grinning just a tad, Tommy sucks his man back into his mouth knowing that he's close. His balls are like boulders and his body is shivering with anticipation. Gently, he prods at Evan's hole, dipping in just a little without the help of lube to ease the way. He pulls at the skin, widening him up just the teeniest bit. He draws circles around the rim, eliciting pleased whines from Evan.

It doesn't take long for Evan to cry out, "T-Tommy. Fuck, T-Tommy. I'm c-coming. F-fuck." Tommy doesn't stop for even a second, sucking until the first hot drop hits his tongue and continuing until Evan is pushing him away from his over sensitized member.

They sit in silence for a minute while their breathing settles. Tommy gets slowly to his feet, checking Evan's expression. He still looks crushed beyond words, but something about his aura has quieted. He appears maybe a little less distressed than before. Without him asking, Tommy helps tuck Evan's cock away, using paper towels conveniently placed on the shelf behind Tommy's head. Once Evan's pants are neatly back in place, his uniform pristine, Tommy pulls him into his chest and lets what happens next simply... Happen.

Evan wraps his arms around Tommy's waist and screams, letting the tears fall freely as the walls he's built up crumble. Tommy stays still as his shoulder is soaked to the skin, Evan's trembling form familiar in his hold. Eventually, the screams stop and only the sniffling remains.

"Thank you." Evan whispers, turning to bury his nose into the crook of Tommy's neck like it was the most natural place to be. "I'm sorry for getting your uniform dirty."

Rubbing Evan's back Tommy replies, "I'll always be here for you Evan. No matter what happens. I... Know things are weird right now, but I care about you and I want to be here to catch you when you fall. That being said, as much as I want to stay here all day with you in my arms, Chimney will kill us if we putz around much longer."

Evan chokes out a wet laugh, stepping away, but not before placing another heated kiss to Tommy's lips, hands wrapped around his draw so that Tommy can't draw away until Evan is ready.

With a sad smile, they pull apart. They each straighten their uniforms, checking each others to make sure it's perfect, and then step back into the somber, oppressive room.

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Earning Your Wings

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"Buck." Maddie's voice is calm, but he hears the underlying tension. "I need you to listen to me, and I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?"

Still groggy from the dead sleep he's been woken from, he props himself up on one elbow and knuckles the crust out of his eyes. Glancing at his watch on the nightstand with bleary vision, screen lit up at his movement, he grumbles a bit as he replies, having to clear his throat. "Maddie? It's three in the morning." He barely has a hold on his phone. He's so tired. He's been home maybe four hours, and only asleep for two of them, after one of the most brutal shifts he's had since... Well. Since then. There's not an awake bone in his body or muscle in his brain.

Maddie clears her own throat, voice tight when she continues. "Tommy's been hurt, Buck." Immediately, he's awake and alert, shooting straight up in bed, kicking his legs over the side as he scrambles to find his pants. Fuck , why can't he put his clothes away like a normal human being?

"How bad?" He demands, damn near breaking his screen as he jabs at the speaker button with his thumb. His heart is in his throat; hears his blood pumping in his ears. This can't be happening. Not now. Not so soon after... He swallows back bile.

Maddie doesn't respond fast enough, so Buck shouts, not feeling guilty like he should, " Maddie . How. Bad ?" The words are spoken through clenched teeth.

Sniffles from the other end of the line. It takes her way too long to say, "I... It's bad, Buck. The ambulance took him to 1st Pres, and they wheeled him back to surgery immediately, but they're not sure if he's going to make it."

"What the hell happened?" Buck demands as he shoves his arms through a sweatshirt that smells like smoke, but he doesn't care; doesn't have it in him to think of anything except getting to his heart before he can no longer touch it.

There's the sound of fabric rustling as she switches the phone to her other side. "There was a partial building collapse. He'd gone in to try and help the ground crew stabilize it before they completed the rescue, but... there was a tremor, or explosion shockwave, they're not really sure, that destabilized the area they were working in. Tommy pushed one of the other firefighters out of the way, and a concrete slab fell directly on him."

A flashback of the bridge collapse; screaming as he tried to get his people out; all alone and scared.

Tears form in his eyes, and he can't help it when they roll down his cheeks. "How could they not know if an explosion happened? That's a pretty damn loud thing to happen close enough to cause a rippling effect." He shoves down the anger, knowing that Maddie doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve any of the explosive emotions he's feeling right now. Furiously he swipes at his eyes as he snatches his keys and wallet from the side table. Really, he shouldn't be driving right now, but he doesn't have the patience to wait for a rideshare. He needed to be with Tommy. Now.

His sister sighs, shaky. "I don't know, Buck. I really don't. His team is at the hospital waiting for news. I called you as soon as I could step away."

He takes a deep, steadying breath to center himself. Turning back to headset mode, he holds the phone to his ear as he slides into his truck and mutters, "Thanks, Maddie. I... I'm sorry for-"

She cuts him off. "Don't worry about it, little brother. I'm here if you need me, okay? I get it. I know how scary it can be. Just, remember to keep me updated, okay?"

He sniffles. "Thanks, Mads. Love you."

"Love you, too, Evan." They let the silence hang for a second before Buck hits the end call button and starts his truck, determined to break land speed records just to get to his... To his pilot.

He reaches the hospital in record LA traffic time, almost squealing into the parking spot. He doesn't care that his back tires are outside the line because it's already been way too long since he's gotten an update and his ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton. The world around him has taken on a dreamlike quality, like he's losing his grip on reality.

Inside the emergency area waiting room, Tommy's coworkers stand huddled together in filthy turnouts, murmuring quietly amongst themselves. Tommy's captain is the only one seated and he's staring off into the distance at nothing, head on his fist like The Thinker. Lucy stands slightly off to the side on her own; he can't tell if she's holding up the wall, or if its holding her as she nibbles worriedly at her thumbnail.

She's the one he knows best so he calls out her name, breathless. "Lucy." When she looks up, her eyes are glassy and without a seconds hesitation, Buck wraps her up in a hug. She doesn't hesitate to hug him back. He holds on until she lets go first, a few of her tears dampening his sweatshirt. "H-have we heard anything?"

She shakes her head, voice wavering, "Nothing yet. He's still in surgery. Oh God, Buck. It was so bad."

He runs a hand through his hair, noticing for the first time that he's shaking. "What...?" The questions hangs in the air.

"Shattered leg. Fractured pelvis, possibly. At least a couple of broken ribs, though we're not entirely sure how that happened. And a collapsed lung from one of the ribs puncturing it. He was hardly breathing when they brought him out, even with the oxygen mask."

Buck's heart stills and the world spins. He reaches out for Lucy and has to use her shoulder as support. Maddie wasn't kidding. How could Tommy come back from this? He was no spring chicken anymore. "Fuck." The word is barely a passing of air through his vocal chords.

"You can say that again." Lucy agrees, gripping Buck's hand on her shoulder and holding it there.

The wait for news is long and painful. Buck wears holes in the shitty office grey carpet; drinks one too many cups of crappy hospital vending machine coffee but has to stop because he's going to throw it up he's so nervous; sits in a shitty plastic waiting chair and bounces his leg so violently some of the patients a few seats down glare at him because he's vibrating the entire row. Lucy takes a nap on his shoulder, clearly exhausted after helping out at the scene and then heading straight there.

After two hours gets a call from Maddie with no updates.

Four hours after that, he FaceTime's with Eddie and Christopher. Their sympathetic looks hurt him too much and he prematurely hangs up.

Another hour later, Hen shows up with Chimney and a blessed cup of high quality coffee that he still barely manages to choke down. They sit with him, Hen pulling him into her side and cuddling him, stroking his hair. Chimney is a quiet, reassuring presence on his other side, occasionally reaching over to squeeze his knee, or give him a reassuring pat. He lets him know that he called off for Buck so he doesn't need to worry about it.

He completely forgot about having to go in today. He was about to unintentionally play hooky.

Finally, Buck doesn't know how many hours later, a harried Doctor emerges from the emergency room doors, calling for the 217. He leaps to his feet, despite not being one of them. Lucy pulls him to her side and wraps an arm around his waist, which he's grateful for.

The Doctor prattles on for much longer than Buck wants; the itch to see his pilot is overwhelming. He doesn't care what happened during the surgery as long as Tommy made it through.

Finally they're allowed back in pairs. Buck is surprised when he's one of the first allowed back, and not a single one of Tommy's team asks him to leave as they shuffle through single file. Not that Buck notices; His Tommy is hooked up to so many machines, and his skin is covered in mottled bruises. His leg is elevated, covered in a thick white cast. The mask over his mouth is the only proof that he's actually breathing, air puffing out and clouding the plastic.

Not wanting to hurt him, but feeling compelled to be touching him, Evan takes one of Tommy's large, calloused hands between his and presses it to his own forward, muttering prayers and wishes as the time on the clock ticks by without end. Visiting hours end but the nurse doesn't manage to get him to leave, conceding to let him stay as long as he doesn't put up a fuss.

He doesn't. He doesn't move from his spot as he waits for the man to open those gorgeous, sky blue eyes; eyes the color of Tommy's favorite place to be. Hours pass. His ass is numb. His eyes feel like lead, and his stomach growls unhappily at the lack of sustenance. Still he doesn't move.

And then, those fingers twitch. Head shooting up, Buck sobs in relief as Tommy blinks his eyes slowly open, brows drawn in a frown as he tries to remember where he is. Tilting his head to the side he says, "Evan?" voice harsh from lack of water and hours of not talking. "Where am I?"

"Hospital." Buck chokes out, not withholding the sob that works up his throat. "You nearly met with Death."

Tommy chuckles weakly before closing his eyes again. "I'm not sure I'm ready to get that particular set of wings quite yet. What are you doing here?"

Bucks hold on that familiar hand tightens. "For you. Why else?"

Tommy cracks an eye open, still frowning, though it's small. "For... Me?"

"Yeah, you idiot. Maddie nearly gave me a heart attack when she told me how badly you were hurt." Tommy hums, but says nothing, clearly confused. "Tommy..." his breath catches. "You know that I'd do anything for you, right? Together or not, friends or just acquaintances, I will always be here for you. By your side. I... I don't know what I'd do without you in my life." Tommy's heart quickens and, though weak, he squeezes Buck's hand, both eyes open once again as he stares at Buck. "Of course, I'd love to be here by your side for the rest of your life as yours, but that's a conversation we can have when you're back on your feet, okay?"

It was Tommy's turn for his eyes to go misty. He snaps them shut but it's too late; Buck's already seen. It makes his heart flutter with hope.

Within minutes, his pilots breaths even out and the heart monitor beeps a happy rhythm as Tommy falls into a deeper slumber. No matter how long it takes, Buck is determined to be here by Tommy's side when he wakes up.

Just like how Tommy was there for him, no matter what.

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Tommy's Tummy

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Tommy pushes Evan backwards through the door into their room. Their lips are locked tightly together as they kiss feverishly, hands groping at each other's faces to hold each other that much closer. Evan whimpers into him, begging for more. Who is Tommy to object?

Reaching the bed, Tommy pushes his boyfriend back onto it where Evan lands with a resounding whoomph , sinking deep into the neatly made covers. Dilated blue eyes watch Tommy closely as he slowly undoes the buttons to his shirt, one at a time as he stares straight back at the younger man. A pink tongue darts out and licks a swollen bottom lip as a keening whine escapes from between them. “Tommy.” Evan whines, shimmying with pent up energy. “Hurry up.”

Tommy shakes his head, letting the soft black fabric slide from his shoulders, revealing a cut off tank top that he yanks over his head. “Get undressed.” He orders, holding his hands suggestively at the button of his jeans. Evan won’t get what he wants until he listens.

Quick as lightning, Evan has his shirt off, thrown carelessly aside for Tommy to clean up later. His face flushes some as he flicks the button on his own jeans and pulls down the zipper, oh so slowly. With less enthusiasm than his shirt, he yanks down his jeans until his boxer brief covered cock comes into view. Tommy swallows. Hard.

Evan’s body is perfect. His biceps bulge each time he flexes, and his legs are those of a Greek god. His obliques are strong, and ripple every time he moves but Tommy’s favorite part? Oh ho, Tommy’s favorite part is the slight bulge of a soft tummy, one that still shows the outline of hardwork and dedication but just never quite goes all the way flat.

Tommy knows that Evan has a bit of a complex about his stomach. He tries not to let anyone see - has no issues getting changed at work or going to the beach or the pool - but when they’re home alone, sometimes Tommy peeks in on his boyfriend in the shower and sees him poking listlessly at his tummy via his silhouette on the shower curtain. Evan thinks he doesn’t notice when he curls in on himself at night and readjusts Tommy’s hands ever so slightly so they’re not resting directly on the soft part. Once they’re asleep, though, Tommy’s hands creep right back down, cupping it in his strong grasp, loving the way it molds to the shape of his palm.

His already aching cock seems to grow even harder as he watches Evan slip out of his jeans, throwing them to meet his shirt somewhere in the distance. The waistband of his underwear sits just underneath his bellybutton, making Tommy want to pounce. But he holds back because his Evan isn’t all the way naked yet. Licking his lips, he flicks open his jeans and waits, watching Evan. Evan’s breaths come in short, soft bursts as he pushes his fingers into his boxer briefs and, finally, pulls them down, exposing himself.

Evan’s cock isn’t really all that spectacular, not in the way so many people write about. It’s got quite a bit of girth to it, and it’s on the slightly longer side of average. The tip is tapered slightly, circumcised. For Tommy, it’s the most perfect penis he’s ever been allowed to bear witness to.

“Your turn.” Evan demands petulantly, tanned skin dusted red with desire. “Lose ‘em.”

Tommy clucks his tongue and pulls down his jeans, faster than he did his shirt. He wants Evan, and he wants him right now. There’s no more time to wait. Groaning with his own desire, he kicks his pants to the side and then crawls up the bed to blanket Evan’s body, kissing him breathless once again. Their erections line up just right, only the fabric of Tommy’s briefs between them. Tommy grinds down against Evan, their cocks sliding together with a delicious, nearly painful, friction. Both men sigh as pleasure makes their toes tingle.

Sitting back on his heels, Tommy slots himself right between Evan’s legs so that his cock is pressed along the underside of his balls, partly against his perineum. He wiggles, and smiles sly at Tommy. “Just what are you doing?” He asks, voice husky. Tommy’s dick can’t help jumping at the image of an Evan so debauched just from kissing.

“Just sit back and relax.” He croons. Leaning over, he grabs some massage oil off the nightstand that they use after especially taxing days. It smells of lavender and mint. Pouring some into his hands, Tommy warms it by rubbing his palms together. As he does, he rocks gently into Evan, the heat of him pressing against the sensitive skin of his balls. Satisfied that the oil is temperate, Tommy places his hands right on Evan’s plump stomach and begins to massage it. He gasps and tries to pull away but Tommy doesn’t let him. Grabbing his hips, Tommy says firmly, “Stay. Put.”

Whining, he shifts restlessly. “Tommy.” The way he says his name comes out as a plea. “Don’t.”

Tommy shakes his head. Again. “I’m going to love every part of you and then some, and you’re going to just sit here and take it like a good boy, do you hear me?” Tommy Kinard rarely demands anything from his boyfriend who aims to please everyone, no matter the ask, but once in awhile, inside the bedroom, Tommy allows himself to become the authoritarian people expect from someone of his stature. When there’s no response, he bends himself in half and clamps his teeth down around the skin right next to his bellybutton. It’s soft, and satiny-smooth against his lips and he sucks on it like a dying man in need of water after finding an oasis.

He doesn’t care that Evan’s skin tastes like oil. He continues to lick and suck and bite as his hands make short work of his body, oiling up every inch of his perfect chest. Evan thrusts his hands into his hair, losing himself too far to pleasure to continue fighting Tommy’s touch. Covering Evan’s body once more, he takes his lips in a ferocious kiss as he grabs Evan’s stomach, holding it.

“I… I need you inside. Please Tommy.” Evan begs, wrapping his arms firmly around Tommy’s neck, pulling him close as Tommy continues rutting against him. “Fuck, please.”

“You’ve been such a good boy, Evan.” Tommy purrs, licking at his ear. “Good boys deserve rewards, don’t you think?” He tweaks the man's nipples as he nibbles at his earlobe. Evan bucks against him. “Say that you’re a good boy.”

“I-I’m a good boy. I-I’m such a good boy, Tommy. Please fuck me.” He pleads, voice raising higher with his pure want.

Tommy grabs Evan’s stomach once more and squeezes once again. “That’s right. Now flip onto your stomach.” He backs off just enough for his boyfriend to turn around, burying his face into the pillows. Reaching once more for the bedside table, Tommy grabs the actual lube this time and pours it over his fingers. Setting it on the bed next to him, Tommy straddles Evan’s thighs, wanting him to feel every inch of his thick digits.

Pressing one in, he rubs down the length of Evan’s spine as he coos at him, praising him for taking just one finger so well. He whimpers and shakes his ass, begging for another. Tommy obliges, sliding another one in, immediately crooking them just right to hit Evan’s prostate. He gasps, throwing his head back and eyes popping open wide. “Feel good?” Tommy asks, licking a stripe up Evan’s sweaty neck. His skin glistens with a fine sheen making Tommy wish he could lick him all over. Maybe after they cum once. He’ll spend time worshiping every inch of his Evan.

“So good. But that’s enough. I need more. Need your dick in my ass. Fuck.” Evan is the one grinding down now, thirsty for enough friction that the soft down comforter can’t provide.

“Hmmmm.” Tommy hums. “So greedy. But I can do that for you, I guess.” Reaching once more for the bottle of lube, he coats himself in it, tip to root, and then lines himself up. As soon as his tip breaches that tight ring he lets out a guttural moan as he’s enveloped by the pulsating heat that is Evan Buckley’s body. Evan shudders once and then breathes out a sigh of relief, probably relishing in that feeling of fullness he can’t get anywhere else.

Tommy hardly gives him time to adjust, though. Grabbing the younger man by one shoulder, the other on his opposite hip, Tommy sets a brutal pace, pistoning into Evan with abandon. The bed creaks and shakes under his force and Evan is gasping into the pillows with his mouth hanging wide open. Drool dribbles out the corner of his lip but he has no air to suck it down with.

Evan widens his legs, changing the angle, exhaling sharply as the tip of Tommy’s cock slides mercilessly into his prostate, over and over again. Reaching under the man, Tommy strokes him, his own erection so hard it could give a steel rod a run for its money. The crown leaks profusely, easing the glide of his work roughened hands, though his calluses still pull slightly at the skin, finally giving Evan the friction that he craves.

Tommy lets go of his shoulder and grabs both hips for purchase, punching in even harder, faster, than before until Evan can do nothing but keen, forehead digging into the pillows. Grunting Tommy asks, licking his lips, “Feel good? Like the way my cock fills your hole, huh? I love the way your stomach bounces, so fucking hot.” He reaches forward and grabs two handfuls of said tummy and squeezes, exhaling when his dick thickens a little bit more. There’s not really enough room so Tommy forces Evan to his elbows so that he can feel every part of him, loving the softness.

As his balls begin to tighten, he stops and pulls out, both men gasping at the sudden change. With more gentleness than his thrusts, he turns Evan onto his back, spreading his thighs once more as he pushes back in. Immediately he picks up the pace again and Evan is rocking down to meet each thrust, his cheeks ruddy with exertion. Tommy squishes his pecs together, loving the feeling of the soft bit of chest hair he feels there before sliding his hands down and letting them simply rest against his Evan’s abs.

Both of them are panting, and Tommy can tell he’s close. Not wanting to get there quite yet, he slows down his pace exponentially and leans down so that he can kiss Evan once again. This kiss is soft and languid, though still fiery with their combined passion. Evan grips Tommy’s shoulders until he’s certain there will be fingerprints left. When they pull apart, Tommy buries his nose into the crook of Evan’s shoulder and breathes him in until his balls pull up tight and he breathes, “I’m coming.” As he does, he bites down on that space, filling Evan with every drop of his seed, emptying himself completely.

With a few jerks of his own hand later, Evan comes too, exhaling sharply as his spend coats the lower part of Tommy’s abdomen and gets in his pubes. Gently Tommy pulls out, apologizing when Evan winces. They never go that rough but Tommy needed it. “Are you okay?” He asks, brushing a clean hand through those illustrious curls.

“So good. Better than good. Never been better in my life.” Evan says, smiling up sleepily at him. “But uh… I think I’m gonna need a quick nap before we go for round two.” He grabs Tommy’s earlobe and yanks down on it as he promises, “Next time, it’s your turn.” With some effort, he lifts his body off the bed enough to kiss Tommy, who’s looming above him.

Flopping back down, he scoots over into a semi clean spot on the bed, and curls up. Smiling fondly, Tommy retrieves a wet towel and cleans them both up, being extra soft around Evan’s abused entrance, before joining him back on the bed. Spooning him from behind, he lets his hands stroke down Evan’s abs, grinning as he licks Evan’s neck before burying his nose at his nape.

Quietly, just as they’re both about to drift off, Evan asks, with so much uncertainty in his voice, “It doesn’t bother you?”

Tommy doesn’t even bother asking him to clarify. Eyes still closed tight he says firmly, “Evan, I love each and every square inch of you and wouldn’t change you for the world.”

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“I… Think we should have kids.” Evan says one late, Tuesday evening as he cleans up after dinner. His head is bowed slightly as he scrubs a pot lid.”I know we’ve never really talked about it but… I’ve seen how you are with Maddie and Chim’s kids.”

Shifting in his chair, Tommy picks up one of the random knick knacks Evan decorated the table with specifically so they would always have something to fidget with. He remains quiet, studying his husband's back until Evan turns to him, blue eyes wide with hope. Shifting again, he leans forward and hums softly. They really hadn’t ever talked about it; Tommy wasn’t opposed. He just hadn’t ever seen the opportunity to do so presenting itself. “We’re… getting a bit old don’t you think?”

At that, Evan snorts. “Only by number.” He turns back to the sink, shoulders curling in on themselves. “It’s just a thought. Seeing my sister with her kids, and Hen and Karen with theirs… I dunno. Sometimes it feels like the house is just… Too quiet.” Heaving a sigh that lifts his shoulders he mumbles a moment later, “But I get it. Just, forget I asked.”

Well that wouldn’t stand. Rising to his feet, Tommy edges around the table, languid as a cat, and wraps his arms around Evan’s waist, pulling him until his back meets Tommy’s front. Taking a deep breath, Tommy buries his nose against Evan’s neck, pressing the most featherlight kiss he can imagine as he says, “I didn’t say no, Evan. I just… Babies are so fragile and I’m…”

“Kind? Nurturing? Caring?” Evan supplies without looking at him, choosing to instead pick at a particularly stubborn piece of food clinging to the lip of the lid. “You’d be such a great dad, Tommy. I know you would.”

Tommy’s grip tightens as he closes his burning eyes, making sure that Evan can’t see the way those simple words are affecting him. He spent most of his life being told that he was worthless; that he was broken, and wrong, and that no matter what he did, people would always run for something better. Yet, here was this man - this perfect, beautiful, man - choosing to stay at his side and asking to build a future with the two of them. Together. A pang grips his heart but he swallows it down. “Thank you, baby. That.. means the world to me.” Evan tilts his head and rests it against Tommy’s for only a moment. “You know, you’re the same. Any kid that gets to call you dad would be the luckiest kid in the world.”

Evan rolls his eyes, Tommy feels it. “Heh. Yeah, right. I doubt that.” There’s some bitterness there, but they’ve talked it through time and time again. It’s a part of Evan that may never heal; a part of him that believes he’ll never be enough. Tommy loves that part of him, too. Enough to erase all the naysayers of years gone by.

“Well, regardless of what you think. If you want to consider kids, why don’t we sit down and talk more about it later? Tonight I think we should cuddle up on the couch, watch some dumb movie we can’t stand, and then go to bed where I can -” He whispers something into his husband’s ear that turns his pale skin crimson and makes Tommy’s own pants tighten.

Clearing his throat, Evan sets the finally clean dish in the drying rack and turns in Tommy’s arms so they’re face to face. With that little smile that’s just for Tommy, he murmurs, “Yeah. I think that can be arranged.” They share a kiss before breaking away to go do just that.

Months and months pass. They spend endless hours talking with Hen and Karen about the process; Karen was so patient explaining the ins and outs of the ordeals, and Hen gave so many details about what agency they used and the different options they had.

Evan spent hour after hour after hour online, researching. He discussed each option endlessly with Tommy, and even though Tommy thought Evan was overthinking it, he listened with rapt attention because… Well.. He wanted this to be perfect for them. For his husband. When they eventually settle on an agency, they get to work finding a birth mother.

They discussed whether they preferred a boy or a girl, but decided it didn’t matter. Evan wanted a baby, though, and Tommy would have rather had a toddler to start with. After talking it over, with plenty of reassurances from Evan, they decide to go the infant route. The giddiness sets in.

A few weeks into the process, their agent mentions a home visit. “Evan and Tommy, I’m so glad that you’ve decided on adoption. There’s so many kids out there that deserve loving homes and you two seem like an amazing opportunity.”

Evan smiles so broadly at the phone that his cheeks look like they’re about to split. Tommy takes one of his hands and brings it to his mouth kissing his knuckles before settling it back on the table. “We’re so excited, Emira. This… I… We’ve been waiting a long time.”

There’s softness in her voice when she replies, “Yes, I can imagine. I know you two have already started searching out potential mothers, but before we get too far, we need to discuss a home inspection.”

“Home inspection?” Tommy asks, raising his brows. He knew that was something that happened, but he thought that was only for those who planned to strictly foster. “Why do we need one of those?”

She laughs brightly. “No need to sound so alarmed, Mr. Buckley-Kinard. We’re not there to white glove your home and inspect every single nook and cranny of your space. No. What we’re there for is to ensure that you two have the proper environment for raising children. Obviously we’ll do a walk through of the home, but there’s no need to do any extra cleaning before we come - we want to see what the child’s environment will be like day to day - and then we’ll sit down and have a conversation about the two of you; mostly what you do for work, what your relationship health is like, do you have a support system, and things of that nature. The day of the in-home visit, you’ll need to block off a minimum of two hours, though depending on the size of your home, it may take significantly longer. I, personally, would suggest taking the day off since the home visit can’t be split into separate days. You’ll also need copies of some personal data, such as your birth certificates, but we can discuss that close to the day of the event. Does that all make sense?” She pauses, a bit breathless but still cheerful.

Evan huffs an overwhelmed laugh. “Wow, um… That’s a lot.” Tommy rubs his back. “So we can’t pick a mom until after these visits? How many do we have to go through?” The conversation continues as Tommy continues to be a reassuring presence at Evan’s side.

A few more months pass, and Tommy can tell that his husband is losing steam. He wants a child so badly, but there’s so many hoops to jump through. They survived the home visit, though they were questioned extensively about their jobs. Both of them being in high risk professions put up red flags for the interviewer, but once Tommy explained that he mostly flew air transports, she seemed to be assuaged and passed them. Flying colors they were not, but at least they weren’t blocked before they even truly began.

Then, of course, there were the training classes they were required to take. Some of them they hadn’t needed to attend because they had the certifications through work, but there were a number of them they both had to find time to sit through, trying their best to work around their busy schedules. Their agent was a godsend during that time, helping them navigate the ins and outs. Neither man realized that they would need to actually get their foster license, even if they were only intending on adopting.

Things are feeling hopeless, and each time Tommy looks at his husband, it’s like the light behind his eyes dims a bit more. One night, as they’re sitting together on the couch, Tommy’s arm wrapped around Evan’s shoulder, staring at the laptop on the coffee table - there’s another informational video about what to expect as foster parents, one of the final three they have left to complete their hours - Tommy pauses the video after hearing Evan sigh for the fourth or fifth time. Evan blinks at him in confusion, a slight frown on his lips. “Why’d you stop it, Tommy? We need to get through these.”

Tommy reaches over to brush a stray curl falling into Evan’s face and says, voice soft, “I know, hun. But I can see you flagging. This process is really taking it out of you and… I just felt like I should check in with you and see if this is still what you want.” The younger man opens his mouth quickly, ready to argue but Tommy presses a finger to his lips. “Yes, I still want kids, but I don’t want you so stressed out about this that it takes away your joy. Whether we choose to proceed or not, I’m happy with whatever you decide is best for you. ”

Evan’s mouth closes slowly and he drops his eyes, He begins picking errantly at his cuticles and falls into deep thought. Tommy allows him, staying silent as he allows the man to process. As much as he loves him, Tommy knows that he often jumps headfirst into situations without always thinking them through, and he thinks that this is a trap that Evan has once more fallen into. While Evan’s research skills are great, he likely romanticized the process and let some of the big things pass through one ear and out the other. For example, just how lengthy this process can be.

Using the hand at the end of the arm wrapped around Evan’s shoulders, Tommy strokes his hair, yanking gently at his curls every once in awhile just to keep him in the present, as he can sometimes get a little lost in his head. After a long, long few minutes of silence, Evan looks up with a new determined glint in his eyes. “I want this, Tommy. I haven’t wanted anything so bad since I realized I wanted you. I… Maybe jumped into this without having all the facts, but I’m committed. I want kids. I want us to expand our family.”

“Even if it doesn’t happen for months?”

“Even then.” He shows Tommy a timid, yet slightly flirty, smile. “If only I was the one who could give you babies.”

Tommy’s grin turns feral, all his teeth showing as he leans in and breathes, allowing them the distraction, “I mean, I can always go ahead and try. Who knows. We might just be surprised.” He nips Evan’s earlobe between his teeth, eliciting a pleased shiver.

Their training video will always be there later.

FInally, they make it through the training and their agent lets them know that it’s time to start looking at possibile children in earnest. Evan’s been bouncing in his seat for days. They decided to meet at the agency. Although the database is online, they want to be able to ask questions as they pop up, and their agent, Emira, is excited to be a part of the process.

At the office, she leads them into a conference room where she sets up a laptop for them and shows how to filter for results. “We have kids of all ages right now, but I know you and your husband are looking for babies or younger toddlers. I have a phone meeting that I need to attend, so I’ll be leaving you to it for the moment. If you have any questions while I’m gone, just let the secretary know and she can guide you to someone with answers.” She smiles warmly at them as she opens up a program where she enters her credentials. A moment later, a page of images opens up, showing some somewhat grim faced children with tiny smiles.

Tommy’s heart can’t help but swell as he looks at the adorable faces, their smiles interrupted by missing teeth, or their chubby cheeks covered in light colored freckles. At the same time, his heart breaks as he contemplates why the kids are here. Obviously not all of them are here due to negligent families, but it’s rarely a good reason that a child was in foster care. Pulling Evan close to his side, needing the comforting contact, he looks to Emira and nods. “Thank you. I think we’ll be good for now.”

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in after my meeting. Please, take your time. There won’t be much public information about each child but once you’ve decided, we’ll go in depth and set up a visit with the child.”

“Will it be a visit here at the agency or is it something done at home?” He asks for clarification.

“If you decide to foster them, we’ll hold the first meeting here at the agency. After that, I will personally bring the child to your home and we’ll host a second meeting there with the intention of moving the child in. And I don’t mean to be rude, but I do need to get to this meeting.”

“Of course. Apologies.” Tommy nods in deference. “We got this.” She smiles once again before turning on her heel and waving as she glides out the door, footsteps silent.

Evan is vibrating in his arms, giddy like a puppy. As soon as Emira is out the door, Evan’s hands are on the laptop and he’s scrolling slowly down the page. He clicks on every single profile and examines every image for every single detail. Like Tommy, his expressions falls as the reality of each child settles in, but there’s still a palpable level of excitement.

Tommy doesn’t know how much time passes. He’s stroking his fingers through Evan’s hair a little mindlessly as he relaxes back in the chair, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. They’re nearing the end of the page, the scrollbar almost invisible, when Evan’s body goes rigid. This draws Tommy from his daydreaming, not that he was uninterested in this process, but his husband was far more fastidious than he was in his choosing methods, and he looks over at him. “What’s up?” He rakes his fingers down Evan’s scalp before wrapping his hand around his neck and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His eyes are glued to the screen. Tommy follows the direction of his gaze and on screen, there’s a boy that looks to be about sixteen or so. Sitting up straighter, Tommy reads what little information there is about him.

Branson Rodriguez. Seventeen years old. Entered the foster system at thirteen. A native California resident. Tommy studies his picture; his young face is hard, and angry, his dark brown eyes glaring at the camera as though he’s reluctant to be seen. His copper skin is smooth, with few blemishes, though Tommy thinks it has more to do with lucky genetics than anything the kid’s done. Branson’s jet black hair, dark enough it almost appears blue, is thick and wavy. The sides are shorn to the skin leaving a strip of hair along his scalp. What’s left is cut long and flops to one side, touching the tip of a rounded ear. There’s a small beauty mark under his right eye. From what Tommy can see, the t-shirt the teen is wearing is worn thin, the neckline ragged and loose. It could possibly be a fashion statement but could also be from no one buying the boy the clothes that he needs and it was simply worn out. A gold hoop hugs his left nostril and there’s three to five piercings in each of his ears, including a silver industrial.

“I…” Evan hasn’t looked away from Branson and when Tommy glances at him, he sees his husband swallow hard. The energy shifts. But Tommy remains silent. Evan scrolls down the page and lets out a soft whine. “Tommy.”

“Yeah, babe?” He gives Evan’s neck another reassuring squeeze. When Evan turns to look at him, his eyes are a bit misty and there’s something clearly on his mind.

He opens and closes his mouth a number of times as he searches for what to say. After a long while, he manages, “I know you wanted a toddler. I know I said I wanted an infant but…”

“But?” Tommy sits up straight, putting both feet on the floor and giving Evan his full attention. He has a feeling he knows where this is going and a part of him prays it is. Because he feels it, too. A pull.

Clearing his throat, Evan’s blue eyes drift back to Branson’s picture. “He needs someone, Tommy. I think, maybe, he needs us. And it’s not like we couldn’t adopt another kid later on, ya know? I know you’re worried that we’re getting too old, but we’re not that old and I mean… He’s seventeen, Tommy. He’s about to age out of the system, and he doesn’t have any support.”

“Yeah, I did say that. We are getting older, but we’re pretty fit. We’re healthy. I think I may have misspoke a little bit. When it comes to Branson, what are you saying?” Saying his name feels so natural on Tommy’s lips. His heart lit up looking at this kid; their stories are nothing alike and yet Tommy feels like they’re the same. Both of them needed someone in their corner. Tommy hadn’t had that. Buck had had Maddie until he didn’t. But this kid? This kid still has a chance to be looked after; to be loved; to know what having a family that loves him unconditionally is like. “I also just want to remind you that I’ve never been dead set on a toddler. There’s plenty of families looking for little ones. I’m not all that worried about denying a toddler the chance for a loving family.”

Just as Evan is about to reply, Emira appears at the door. “So, how’s the search going?” She asks, walking around the table to look down at the screen. When she sees who they have pulled up, her smile diminishes a bit. “I thought you two were looking for a younger child?” She asks. Her tone is even, but Tommy bristles at the hesitancy he hears.

“Well. We were but…” Evan looks at him for confirmation and he nods. They’ve already decided, without further words, that Branson is theirs. “Something is telling us that Branson is meant to come home with us.”

She nods slowly as she folds her arms across her stomach, nibbling a little at her bottom lip. “I see. That’s exciting to hear but I do feel the need to… be upfront with you about Branson.” Tommy says nothing, just raises an eyebrow at her, waiting silently for her to continue. “He’s been with our agency since he was thirteen. Since then, he’s been placed in six homes and has been returned six times. He was returned to us just three months ago from his most recent placement, and we’ve run out of fosters willing to take him in.”

“Why?” Evan asks, both curious and sharp.

Emira sighs and leans her hip against the table. “As you know, most of our fosters come to us with trauma. Branson is no different. Unfortunately, he was more than old enough to have a lot of memories of his birth parents and the environment he grew up in. Because of that, he’s continued to act out in protest, using violence and misbehavior as a shield.”

“Has he hurt other kids in the homes?” Tommy furrows his brow.

The agent shakes her head, “No. Never. In fact, he’s really sweet with the younger kids in the group home. But when it comes to any sort of authority figure his hackles go up and they don’t come down. He can be extremely mean and his words can be quite… Venomous. Obviously I want all of our kids to find their forever homes, every child deserves that, but Branson is nearing adulthood and has chosen to be independent since the moment he arrived on our doorstep. I would never discourage a potential family for him, but there’s a lot of things you need to be aware of should you choose to proceed.”

Oh how that resonated with Tommy. He’d been forced to be independent; been forced to put up all kinds of walls to protect himself and had spoken many harsh words to others just to keep all extra eyes off of him. He knew what it was like to feel alone in the world but still needing to protect his peace. He and Evan’s eyes met and for the second time that day they have a wordless conversation between them. It seems that they’re in agreement; in their heart of hearts, Branson is already theirs.

“We understand.” Tommy firmly states, clamping a hand on Evan’s shoulder as the other man nods his head. “We’d like to know when we can meet him.”

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Home

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Buck set down the large, fake plant with massive leaves leaning every which way against the wall next to the glass sliding doors. Grinning, he wiped his hands together as if dislodging imaginary dust. That had been the last thing. Turning, he admired the space, with its open plan design and large amounts of light flooding it through the massive wall of windows. The room smelled faintly of vanilla candle as he breathed in deep, placing his hands on his hips, nodding approvingly at what he’d accomplished.

Arms, familiar, and warm, snaked around his middle as a head came to rest, heavy, on his shoulder. Dry lips pressed against the underside of his jaw which made him sigh in pleasure. The body pressed to his back was just another thing that finally made him feel like he was truly home; like he had a place to stay that wouldn’t be pulled out from under his feet yet again. Not this time.

Tommy kissed the side of his neck before burying his nose there, breathing deeply as he asked, “All settled in?”

“Yeah I uh… I think so. Did you get everything moved into the… into our… room?” The simple change of phrase sent shivers up and down his spine, made heat seep into the deepest roots of his soul, pleasure humming along every nerve.

Tommy hummed, nodding slightly, the tip of his nose bumping Buck’s exposed skin which made him laugh and push his head away. Tommy looked affronted, mouth hanging open. “Yes, but maybe I shouldn’t have. Domestic disputes already?”

Buck turned, waist still circled by those divine, familiar arms and wrapped his own around his boyfriend’s neck. The same height, he could stare into those deep blue pools forever without ever worrying about the pain in his neck. He wanted to. If he could he would, but instead he said, “I’ll argue with you over the dumbest things for the rest of our lives if you’ll let me.”

Tommy smiled that full, crinkle-eyed smile he reserved only for Buck as he leaned in for a quick kiss before saying, “Well, you’re home now so yeah. Let’s spend the rest of our days arguing over what’s for dinner, whose turn it is to take out the trash, and which shitty straight to TV Christmas Hallmark movie we’re going to watch next.”

“Absolutely.” Buck grinned, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

Because Buck was finally home. Now, and forever.

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Spirits Entwined

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Once upon a time, in the not so distant past, there was a large fox spirit who called himself Buck. That was not his real name, but it was the name he chose. Therefore, that is what those who spoke of him called him for his real name spoke of old memories, and past heartaches.

Buck was a lively red fox. Though bigger than his brethren, his heart was spun of gold. He lived to help. But Buck was very lonely. Though he had parents, they spared him no time, hardly more than a second chance. And then there was his sister, whom they called Maddie. She was a lovely sister, a sister that raised him like their mother should have, but Maddie went out and left the nest, leaving Buck all alone. To combat that loneliness, to garner his parents attention, Buck acted out. He left his nest in search of mates, careless of whom he made love to. What did he care?

And then he met his lion father Bobby. Bobby was a very serious lion; he took his job of caring for not just the other lions and lionesses within his pack very seriously, he cared for all his kingdom quite fastidiously. Buck wanted to join him, but Buck was a wild fox who had not yet learned. And so, he was cast out from lion father’s wings. The fall from grace damaged the poor spirit fox heavily and so he slunk back to the lion father and begged to return to his good graces once again.

Lion father Bobby was merciful, telling the not so little spirit fox that he would be granted one last chance. Should he turn from the rules again, there would be no next time. Buck understood. He wanted to help his fellow forest friends. There was nothing else he could do.

And so, his life as a forest sentinel spirit began. Yet, as time moved forward, the fox still found himself lonely, longing for something - someone - to complete him.

Along came the beautiful cougar named Abby. She was large, so large, compared to a mere little red fox. Her beautiful coat greyed with age, though she stood proud and tall as a sentinel to the forest king. Buck fell in love, or at least what he knew love to be.

Abby was so kind, but she came with her own baggage. She cared for her dying mother, day in and day out. Buck integrated himself into her life, though he could not always help the jealousy he felt towards the old one. She took Abby’s attention from him, and even when she didn’t need her daughter directly, Abby’s mind was always on her.

One day she revealed to Buck, “I love it here, and I love my mother, but oh how I wish to see the world. I know of other forests, and these places called jungles , and there are huge mounds of sand and rock they call mountains . I would like to experience them someday, though I am getting old and my mother needs care. My siblings have all gone, and I am all that she has left.”

Buck nodded along, not realizing that her words were a glimpse of the future. Mother cougar passed, and Abby expressed her desires to see the world even more heavily. And so, Buck let her go, believing that she would one day be back. He kept her nest safe and warm for her, praying every night to the stars that she would one day return.

When some time had passed, the big fox confided in his lion father that he did not believe the beautiful cougar would return. Gently Bobby said to him, “No, Buck. I believe that it may be time to move on. Abby was good for you, but you cannot keep living in the shadow of what was.” Bobby then nuzzled their noses together, and stroked the length of his body along Buck’s before moving on to survey his kingdom.

Buck mourned the loss, but it was time to move forward.

After some time, the spirit fox encountered someone new. She was beautiful and graceful. Well, except that the spirit fox had found her dangling off the edge of a cliff. She had not been so graceful then. Over time, though, Buck found the gorgeous light tan, nearly white, leopard to be a boon to his wounded heart.

They spent their days roaming the woods together, twining their bodies and playing every second they could. And then the spirit fox got wounded, caught in a metal trap that nearly took his leg. The fox healed, in time, but the beautiful leopard Ali told him that she did not think her heart could handle him continuing on as a sentinel. She needed him safe so that he would remain always by her side.

But Buck’s heart was in the guarding of his home. It was where he yearned to be. Where he needed to be. And thus, the spirit leopard and spirit fox parted ways, never to see each other again. Depression took the spirit fox’s heart then. Lion father Bobby would not allow him to return to his duties, though that is all the spirit fox knew.

Finally, when things had returned once more to normal, Buck was granted another special someone by the sky Goddesses, and this time he just knew she was the one. Taylor came to him and oh how beautiful she was. Her red fur was the softest around and she brought out a side of the larger spirit fox he’d long since forgotten. There was a darker side, though.

While Buck thought that he loved his new fox spirit, he betrayed her, and then lured her in to stay with him. She gave up her nest so that she could be with him, thinking they’d be together for eternity. Yet when others brought up the idea of melding their souls, the idea sat heavy in his stomach; lion father told him that it was not a good sign to be so uncertain. And so Buck came clean to Taylor. Taylor was rightfully upset, but she was trapped. And then she betrayed him, spreading the tale of his king's guards deeds, though she had promised him she wouldn’t.

Buck had to say goodbye and thus, the two fox spirits parted.

For a long time after that, the fox spirit wandered the world by himself, lonely and hurt, believing that perhaps there was no spirit out there that fit him. Though he spent no time crying over it, he spent each night curled up on his bed of leaves, tail tucked over his nose as he stared longingly up at the heavens, asking that they send his forever to him so that he did not have to spend his eternity without knowing true love.

Natalia came along, an ocelot with curiosity in abundance. She, like all the others before her, was gorgeous, but there were flaws. Buck adored her, and he enjoyed their romps together in the woods, but whenever they were alone, she always came back to the same thing - the red fox spirits near death experience the year before. Well, technically the spirit had died, for three minutes and seventeen seconds. Natalia was fascinated by his death, but he grew weary of her constant reminders of it.

His life went stagnant for a while, and he simply drifted. Lion father Bobby went away for a bit, but when no one had seen hide nor hair of him for much too long a time, a search party was sent in search of their leader.

There, the lonely little fox met someone that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. The enormous brown bear spirit was massive; he unapologetically took up space. And he was so kind, so funny, but the fox spirit grew jealous of him because he could not get the brown bear's attention. The brown bear played most often with the fox’s friend, Eddie. One day, during a mutual play time between another pack, whom Buck always stated he had no interest in, Buck did something unthinkable - he harmed his best friend, the black footed weasel. It was not a nice thing to do, and his sister told him as such. “You should not hurt your friends, little brother.” When he pleaded with his sister that he just wanted to get the brown bear's attention, she clicked her tongue at him and shook her head saying, “There are much better ways to get someone’s attention.” And then she licked her nose and scampered away to scout for those in need of help.

From there, the fox spirit's life was like a dream. He and the brown bear exchanged a nose kiss and Buck’s world lit up. He had never dreamed of having a bear for a mate, and never one quite so large, but when they were apart, he could not keep his fellow spirit animal from his mind. Day in and day out, he dreamed of the gorgeous, sweet as honey bear.

They romped around together, and each day felt like the first day of spring. Brown bear Tommy was so generous. He listened to Buck and always asked questions. He allowed Buck to ride on his back when they crossed streams, and he would bring Buck snacks as they lazed about in the sun. At night, the bear would curl himself around the big red fox and nuzzle his wet nose against his neck, huffing in contentment. The brown bear always complimented the fox spirit, never disparaging him or making him feel small, though their sizes varied greatly.

Even on the days that the red fox was being mean, feeling snarky and angry at the world, his bear would bring him food and rub the length of his body along the fox’s until the fox stopped being angry and curled up with him. One day, lion father Bobby told Buck that he was happy to see him with Tommy, that the brown bear was “good for him.” Never before had Buck’s lion father so openly approved of Buck’s mate.

Six months passed happily for the two spirits, their lives intertwining more and more until it was difficult to tell where one of them ended and the other began. On the evening of their sixth month to the date anniversary, after the two of them indulged in each other, they curled up in the bears cave, cozy and warm, with the fox snuggled tight against his tummy. Looking up at the stars, nose twitching, the larger than usual red fox sent a prayer of gratitude to the Goddesses for granting him his only wish; for giving him a home in another creature and ensuring he would not spend his eternity alone.

In the darkest part of the night, while all the forest slept, two white spirits rose from the pair. Rising into the air, they interwove with each other, becoming one before splitting in two once more and sinking back into their bodies.

When they woke, eyes blinking sleepily open, things had changed. Their paws had become hands and feet, their fur turned to pale pinkish skin. The color of the world has lost its sharpness, a bit dull compared to what they were used to, but it was still beautiful. And when Buck turned in his bear’s arms, he found that his new body fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece sliding into place, with the mysterious creature next to him. Awake, familiar blue eyes, the same but different, glinted back at him, crinkles they would later learn were called crows feet in the corners.

Tommy greeted him with a human kiss, pressing unfamiliar features to his own, though it felt nice, and Buck decided that he would like to do this many more times in the future. Their new legs locked and he felt the bristle of hair that tugged at his own.

The two newly turned men laid there for a very long time. The more they reached for their memories, the further away they seemed, like a lovely dream that lasted for millennia. When they decided to stand, they gripped one another’s hands, and made their way out of the forest, together as one.

Many years later, they would tell their children and grandchildren of their times lived as animal spirits, and the children would smile and laugh, though they would never fully understand. But, most importantly, the little red fox spirit, who wanted for nothing but a home to return to, and a bear searching for love, would live the rest of their lives happily ever after.

Forever together.

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Sourdough

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On their last day off, Evan and Tommy had gone out on the town together. Walking side by side, hands linked softly together as they swung between their bodies, they’d window shopped and Tommy had listened to Evan prattle on about the history of sweets after they’d passed a candy shop; he’d listened intently to Evan as he’d told him every minute detail of the evolution of shopping, of how and when things like clothes started to become mass produced and not made to order; when they’d passed by a bakery, Evan pulled them to a stop as he gazed into the large glass window. “Did you know that, when flour was scarce, bakers used to add sawdust to their bread loaves?” He said matter of factly. “They also used to use this super toxic ingredient called alum, which is an aluminum derived chemical, to make the bread whiter. I guess rich people thought that it made the bread cleaner? It just killed them slowly instead.”

“Well it’s a good thing we have all these other chemicals in our food killing us slowly, instead.” Tommy replied, cocking an eyebrow at him as he side-eyed his boyfriend.

Even shrugged. “I mean, yeah. Technically once we hit twenty-five we start dying anyway. I’d rather die eating delicious food all my life than deny myself.” He paused, then whipped his head around, smile spread wide over his face, “Hey, maybe I can try making my own bread! I’ve seen tons of videos of people making their own sourdough.”

“Do you even own a breadmaker?” Tommy asked, following Evan’s gentle tug towards the door to the shop. They were about to bring home way more bread than the two of them could possibly eat, but if it made the man happy, Tommy didn’t care.

“That will be our next stop.”

And this is why Evan “Buck” Buckley’s credit would never get any better.

That is also why, two weeks later, on their next mutual day off, Tommy sat at their kitchen table, playing with one of their many fidget toys, as Evan bounced around the kitchen. He wore his favorite green apron that was coated in white flour and had the most adorable scrunch between his brows. Tommy thought that this was probably his fifth or sixth attempt but hey, who was counting? “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Tommy heard him mutter, hearing the complete frustration, and borderline defeat in his voice. “Why does it keep turning out hard?”

Evan had started out with a simple soda bread that had turned out decently; he made a few loaves to make sure he understood the concept. Then, when he switched to the sourdough, things seemed to keep going wrong. Tommy hated seeing him upset. Standing, he glided over to where Evan braced himself against the counter, head hanging as he heaved a sigh, shoulders drooping. Not saying a word, Tommy grabbed him by the hips and turned him before wrapping him up in an embrace.

Huffing, Evan stood stone still for a very long minute, being stubborn, before wrapping his arms around Tommy and resting his head against his shoulder as he let out another long sigh. “Maybe I should just give up for today.”

Tommy scoffed. “Evan Buckley does not give up. You haven’t baked LA out of flour again.” Smirking, he pecked the tip of his boyfriend's nose, hoping for a smile. Evan delivered, albeit a tiny one.

“I’m not that bad.” He groused, wrinkling his nose as he transitioned into full on brat mode. “Also, you’re the one who’s going to end up having to eat all my mistakes. Waste not, want not.”

Tommy grinned. “I’m all about those carbs.”

“Even if they taste like glorified rocks?”

“Even then. C’mon, Evan. Try again. You’ve got this.” Tommy pressed a gentle kiss to Evan’s cheek before letting him go. As he turned around, he gave his butt a good swat before returning to his place at the table. As he sat, he watched Evan take a deep inhale before he pulled the ceramic mixing bowl to himself once more and started again.

After a couple of hours more, and a few more mistakes, a glorious loaf of steaming sourdough sat cooling on the counter. The house smelled delicious, and when Evan turned a blinding smile on him, exuberant over his success, Tommy couldn’t help but smile back and wrap the man up in a bear hug. “Those are going to make the best. Sandwiches. Ever. ” Tommy concluded, mouth already drooling at the prospect of a homemade reuben. Yeah, they were supposed to go on rye, but it was his sandwich. He could make it how he wanted.

“You think so?” Evan asked, maybe just a little bit shy, his anxiety showing in the way he kept flicking his eyes to the bread loaf like it was going to spontaneously combust any second.

“Absolutely it is. Lets maybe stick to something easy like soda bread for awhile, though, okay? I don’t like seeing you get frustrated like this.”

Rolling his eyes, Evan huffed again. “But now I know how to do it. I can’t get better if I don’t practice.” His bottom lip jutted out in a pout Tommy couldn’t resist kissing. That only made Evan scowl; clearly he wanted to be in a pouting mood. Tommy would let him.

“Alright babe. But not until all this,” he gestured to the kitchen where every available flat surface had some sort of baked good on it, “is gone. Maybe we should donate some to our friends, yeah?”

The drew a true smile from Evan, though it was maybe a little bit devious considering it wasn’t his best work. “Yeah. All those carbs just for us won’t be good. I’ll wrap them up and… gift them out.” He snickered with a somewhat manic smile.

And gift them out he did. His family was too kind to tell him how shit it was but Tommy didn’t care. Why? Because Tommy got to enjoy one of the best homemade loaves of sourdough he’d ever gotten the chance to experience in his life.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Pride

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Glancing at himself in the mirror, Buck takes in a long, deep breath as he wipes his hands down the front of his shirt. He’s got flags painted on each cheek, courtesy of Mara - one the generic pride flag and the other… Familiar unfamiliar pink, purple, and blue stripes.

He’s got on a blue shirt with the words, “Proud of Who I Am” in generic italic font written in hazy purple and pink that Chimney bought him from some random pop up shop. Maddie had put some gold and pink glitter on the apples of his cheeks to make him really pop.

But the crem de le crem of the whole outfit is the pair of tight, pink, booty shorts he’s sporting. They hug every single crease and crevice of his ass cheeks and expose more of his crotch than he’s ever been comfortable with in public. His hairy thighs, which until now he’s never been all that self conscious of, are out on display. Karen assures him that he’ll be one of the least conspicuous people at the event. In fact, he’d stand out more if he dresses more like himself. With all the bears, and otters in the world, he’ll probably be one of the least hairy people there.

Everyone assures him that this will be fine. But it’s his first Pride as one of them; the last time he’d gone, he still firmly believed he was in the straight camp and was just a really strong ally. It was Pride. What guy wasn’t checking out all the skin on display, regardless of body it was attached to? That was a totally natural reaction. So he’d led himself to believe. And then Tommy came along and his world went all sorts of topsy turvy in the best kind of way.

Speaking of the hot pilot, he slinks up behind Buck, putting his hands at his hips as he slides in close, pressing a kiss to the side of Buck’s neck with a smile as he says, “Looking sexy, gorgeous.” He’s got one cheek, the same as Buck’s, painted with the generic Pride rainbow and on his other is the gay pride flag. He’s in a tight mesh top that makes his biceps even more pronounced and Buck has to swallow before he drools. Tommy’s dusky nipples poke out between the netting making him want to lick them, but that’s neither here nor there. Tommy has on a pair of longer biking shorts that outline his own length, though it’s difficult to hide on a normal day so the shorts just make it even more noticeable. Buck can’t help canting his hips back as he sighs, a tingling shiver running down his spine as he feels Tommy pressed against his ass.

“Don’t be cheesy,” Buck chides, tilting his head to the side, inviting more kisses. Tommy doesn’t need words to deliver just that, humming happily as his lips caress Buck’s unshaven jawline. It’s been a long time since he’s gone clean shaven and he doesn’t intend to go back any time soon. He loves the rasp of it any time he - well. Any time he and Tommy are doing things. And he knows Tommy damn well appreciates it, too.

Grabbing Tommy’s hands, Buck forces them around his stomach so that he’s being hugged, and he allows himself to go a little limp, hands still a little clammy with nerves. “Is it always going to be like this? Feeling nervous?” He feels Tommy’s broad frame shrug.

“Maybe. I mean, putting a label on something can be daunting. And you’ve only been out for a little over a year, and I don’t think you’ve ever said you’re bi out loud to anyone besides me and possibly Maddie. I don’t think you’ve even said the words to Eddie. This is the first time that you’ve put a definitive label on your identity and everyone there is going to be able to see it, and identify you.” Buck’s body stiffens at that and his anxiety sky rockets until Tommy kisses his cheek and mumbles, “But you’re going to be in a place that is safe and welcoming . And if you decide that, after today, that bisexual doesn’t fit your identity, it’s not like you’ll be locked into it. You can go back to not having a label. The queer police aren’t going to come and arrest you for not forcing yourself into a socially constructed box.”

“Are you sure?” Buck asks, linking his fingers with his boyfriend’s, enamoured with how they’re almost the same size, but not quite. He still loves women’s fingers, how long and slender they tend to be compared to a man's, but Tommy’s are his favorites.

He sounds so uncertain, and he hates it, but there’s still a little niggle of fear that he’s actually a fraud, and that one day, he’ll wake up, and it will all feel like a mistake. Like he’ll have pretended to be someone he’s not and then everyone will hate him. Tommy, bless his heart, assuages that fear as best he can. “Positive, Evan. The only one who can label you, truthfully, is you. No one else’s opinion matters.” Tommy pulls back and Buck whines, turning around with the intention of pouting at the man, but Tommy grabs him by the hips once again and spins him around before planting a hard, heavy, kiss to his mouth, taking a taste of his lips with a swipe of his tongue before pulling back.

“Now. Let’s go. If I have to keep looking at you like this in private, we’re never going to make it to the parade.” He juts his hips forward just enough for Buck to feel how he’s responding. So, he pushes his own hips back, biting his lip to keep back a whimper. “Mara and Jee will be disappointed if we don’t show up.” Tommy says sagely, reaching down to cup Buck’s ass and pull him even closer. They both sigh at the same time but Buck breaks first, swatting his pilot’s hands away and stepping back. “Good call.” Tommy smirks, eyes crinkling in the corners like Buck loves. “Are you ready?”

Sighing, Buck forces a grin, though trepidation still lingers, and takes Tommy’s hand in his own. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Are you ready?”

“Damn right I am.” Tommy whoops, swinging their hands like children between them. Buck doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this man, but what he does know is that he wouldn’t want to be spending his first out Pride with anybody else.

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staciewrites9-1-1 · 11 days ago

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Look but Don't Touch

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“Fuck, man, I’m tired.” Eddie gripes, pushing open the front door to their home. He’s shrugging off his jacket the second he’s through it, throwing it over the back of a kitchen chair, which he knows makes Tommy mad, but does it anyway. He likes riling Tommy up, making him a bit huffy and feisty.

“That’s what happens when you try partying like you’re still twenty-five.” Tommy chides him, muttering under his breath as he picks up Eddie’s jacket and brings it to the front closet, just like Eddie expected him to. “You got out on the dance floor like your knees don’t sound like rice crispies every time you bend them past a forty-five degree angle.”

“Like you’re any better old man.” Buck snorts, coming in last, kicking the door shut behind him. Reaching up, he grabs the opposite wrist and stretches, squeaking as his joints pop. Eddie appreciates the small swatch of tan skin he glimpses when he turns to smirk at them. Buck’s also thrown his jacket onto the table instead of putting it away and Eddie snickers when Tommy rolls his eyes and sighs as he grabs that one, too, and heads right back to the closet before finally taking his own off and putting it away.

In the next moment, Buck is yawning wide, blinking sleepily around him. Tommy smiles softly at him and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him in to plant a kiss at his temple. “You tired, babe?” He asks, nuzzling his nose in that same spot. Eddie watches them, expression neutral.

Buck yawns again and says, “Yeah. I’m fucking beat. I want to sleep for a million years.”

“Yeah. Sleep. Right.” Eddie winks at him but the man just rolls his eyes. They play this game so often and yet Buck will never just say what he wants. That’s okay.

“I mean it this time, Eddie. I’m too fucking old to drink like that anymore.”

“I’m pretty beat myself.” Tommy agrees, nodding. “I think that I’m going to head to bed. I’ll shower in the morning.”

“Gross. You’re all sweaty.” Eddie wrinkles his nose.

Tommy shrugs. “I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow. C’mon, Evan. Let’s go to bed.” Buck doesn’t say anything, just loosely links his fingers through Tommy’s, throws a nod in Eddie’s direction, and disappears into the back of the house. Eddie watches their backs for a moment before turning back into the kitchen to putter around for a while.

To keep his mind busy, he does the few dishes in the sink leftover from breakfast, then wipes down all the counters. Then he does a quick organization of the fridge; Buck got angry if things weren’t neat in there. Finally, after about half an hour, he made his way down the hall to the back bedroom where familiar sounds leaked from the partially opened door.

“Does that feel good, baby? You’re doing so good. Look at you taking my fingers like a pro. Can you take another one?”

“Please, Daddy, fuck. Oh god .” A keening whimper. Eddie imagines the way Buck’s back bows off the bed as Tommy finger fucks him. He palms his hardening cock and confidently steps into the room. Buck and Tommy don’t even look up.

Eddie struts across the room to where a comfortable armchair sits facing the bed. A small table with a single drawer sits next to it. Listening to his friends, he turns as he slides the zipper of his jeans down, shucking them to the side before sitting. Letting his legs fall open, he pulls the band of his blue trunks down, they’re the same color as his partners’ eyes, and takes out his dick. It’s not quite there yet, but it’s rallying quickly. He tucks his underwear under his balls and begins to leisurely stroke himself, turning his eyes back to the king sized bed.

Tommy hovers over Buck, one hand planted by his head as the other long limb reaches between Buck’s legs. Eddie can see Tommy’s lithe fingers pumping in and out of the tight muscle, pulling out every so often to circle around the little pucker. Buck groans every time he does, begging for those thick digits to be back inside of him. His tan skin is already slick with sweat, heavy cock bobbing against his heaving stomach. Buck’s breaths are coming in short little pants as he writhes.

“You’re so good, Evan.” Tommy coo’s, leaning in and pressing a heavy kiss to Buck’s lips. Their tongues meet in the middle as Tommy pulls his hand away and reaches for Buck’s pretty, tan nipples instead. They’re hard as diamonds as Tommy toys with them, pinching and twisting, tugging until Buck lets out a loud gasp and arches off the bed. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me so hard. Please.” Buck begs, face pleading with his juicy bottom lip sticking out in that adorable pout. He ruts against the open air, begging for friction.

Eddie licks his bottom lip, letting the tip of his tongue stick out as he strokes himself faster. His cock is at full attention now and he loves the feeling of his work roughened fingertips tugging at the skin from the lack of lubricant. He slinks further into the chair, eyes pinned on Tommy as he pulls one of Buck’s nipples into his mouth, nipping on it between his teeth as Buck cries for him to put his cock in him; to breed him. Tommy tuts as he laps at the small nub. “That’s not how you ask for things, is it baby? Don’t you want to be my good boy? Don’t you want Eddie to see how good you are for me?”

Inhaling sharply when Tommy grabs his length in one of those large, beautiful hands, Buck nods emphatically. “I’m good. I’m so good. Please, please, please. I want you inside of me.”

Eddie leaks precum, easing his glide but the main show is about to begin. With finesse, he shimmies out his underwear and throws it onto the ever growing pile of clothes. Reaching over to the table next to him, he pulls open the drawer and draws out two objects: a bottle of lube and a long, thick, pink vibrating dildo. It’s not super long, but it will stretch him wide open and he’s craving that feeling.

Setting it aside for the moment, he opens the bottle and pours some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them together for just a moment to warm them before he presses his middle finger to his puckered hole. He bites his bottom lip to keep from groaning as he pushes it into himself. It’s been a long time since he last fucked himself; he doesn’t always join Buck and Tommy when they make love, he’d never leave the bedroom if he was, so he’s tight. Once it’s fully seated inside of him, he gives a few experimental pulses, pulling it out slowly before shoving it back inside. Eddie sighs, relishing in the slight pressure of it, the feeling of fullness that’s building.

On the bed, Tommy has Buck bent in half as he eats him out, pink tongue plunging in and out of Buck’s hole as he holds his cheeks apart, exposing every inch of him. Tommy’s large hands pin Buck’s thighs to his chest so that he can’t move an inch and Buck squirms, brown curls a mess as he tosses his head back and forth with a delicious sort of agony. “Daddy.” He whimpers, reaching out his hands to grab Tommy’s forearms.

Swallowing hard, Eddie pushes another finger inside, reaching between his legs to fondle his nuts, pressing and squeezing, trying to get the pressure just right. His breath hitches as he strokes his prostate at the same time he finds just the right way to fondle himself. The lights dim for a second as his brain tries to come back online.

“Get on your front for me, baby.” Tommy purrs, licking at his lips as he lets Buck unfold like a budding flower. Their skin is damp, a drop of sweat dripping from Buck’s temple. Tommy still looks unbothered, his own curls a perfect coif on his head, his own skin barely moist. His length, long and wide, hangs between his thighs, too heavy to stand at attention.

Eddie fingers himself harder, pushing a hand under his shirt to play with his nipples, licking his lips as Buck slowly turns onto his front, showing his perfectly beautiful, perfectly round, ass. He’s tucked his cock backwards so Eddie can just see the crown poking out from the cloud of blankets they’re laying out on.

Tommy grabs their own lube once again and coats himself with it. He takes a few seconds to open his boyfriend once more, thick fingers stretching Buck as wide as he can go before he lines himself up, hands gripping Buck’s hips. Grunting, he slides inside, pushing all the way in in one go. Buck sharply inhales, throwing his head back before letting it drop to his chest. He’s on his hands and knees and his arms are quaking, hardly able to hold him up. “God Daddy, feels so good. I’m so full. I can feel you in my belly.”

“You can feel me poking your insides, baby? Feel my fat dick filling you up before I fill you up with my cum?” Tommy rocks his hips forward in a few sharp, fast thrusts, groaning. “You’re so hot inside. You’re making me feel so good right now. You’re taking me so good, Evan.”

Eddie slips his fingers from his hole and grabs the vibrator, giving it a generous coating of lube before flipping the switch to the pulsating setting, making sure the pulses are at the heaviest level. Brown eyes hazy with lust, he brings it to his entrance and slides it in, little bit little, shivering as the vibrations course through him. They widen when the toy glides right along his prostrate and make his mouth drop into an O. He can’t help the way he whimpers as he buries it to the hilt, the slightly flared base keeping it from being sucked inside.

Tommy briefly turns his lusty gaze on Eddie, but his focus snaps back to Evan immediately. Eddie isn’t there for them after all. As Tommy begins to thrust in earnest, each snap of his hips hard and fast, but his tempo slow, Eddie begins to thrust the vibrator into himself, matching the speed of Tommy’s hips. Buck mewls his pleasure, making gasping little ‘ ah-ah-ah-ah-aehhh ’ sounds as he’s splayed open. Tommy blankets his back and kisses along his neck and shoulders, sucking marks where they’ll definitely be visible the next day.

Eddie gasps, fucking himself harder on the toy, canting his hips to meet each thrust. With his free hand, he strokes himself, squeezing the tip as more precum oozes from the slit. Aggressively he thumbs at the slit, making himself cry out as it gets to be too much. Tommy is still praising Buck as he fucks into him, pushing him to lay on his side, hoisting one leg over his shoulder to fuck into him sideways, changing the angle. Buck works his erection, eyes squeezing tight and he’s panting, being worked so hard he can barely swallow - there’s a line of drool winding down towards his chin, dampening the pillow beneath his head. It’s so god damn hot that Eddie whimpers and shifts a little so that he can ride the dildo rather than push it into himself.

He works his cock even harder, not holding back his voice now as his climax edges ever closer. As his balls begin to tighten, Buck cries out hoarsely, “T-Tomm-my.” Seconds later Eddie watches the stream of white that pulses from the crown of his partner's cocks, coating the towel they laid out in his spend. Tommy keeps thrusting, keeps grunting, not quite there yet. Eddie’s sack is rock hard and now he’s also panting, eyes locked on where Tommy and Buck’s bodies meet, the slap of their skin like music to his ears. Reaching down, he turns off the vibrations and sinks onto the toy, letting it be buried deep inside of him until he’s mostly just working himself.

Finally, Tommy lets out a gutteral noise as his hips stutter to a stop, balls pressed to Buck’s ass as he empties himself inside, head thrown back with the pleasure of his release. Eddie’s body seizes at the beauty in front of him and whimpers as he shoots his own load, the white mess coating his hand as he rubs himself through it, until he’s so sensitive it hurts to touch it. Breathing heavily, Eddie slumps back into the chair, messy hand resting against his low stomach as his heartrate comes down.

Buck is a puddle in the middle of the bed, clearly sated as Tommy pulls out and leans in to press a kiss to Buck’s lips. Slowly he gets to his feet, taking the few steps to Eddie’s chair where he grabs Eddie by the head and pulls him in to kiss his temple. Out of it, Eddie barely feels it, his head a little floaty in his post orgasmic haze. When Tommy comes back with a damp rag and begins to clean him, starting with his fingers and working down his body, Eddie watches with half-lidded eyes and the tiniest little smirk on his lips. The evening is finally catching up to him.

Finishing up, Tommy goes to Buck with a different rag and takes extra care of him, wiping away every stray drop of cum and lube. When he’s satisfied, he brings the rags to the hamper before returning to the bed where he climbs in next to Buck. As soon as Tommy is on his back, Buck snuggles into his side, head resting on his shoulder. Tommy turns his blue eyes to Eddie and motions with his other arm. Sleepily, a little unsteady, Eddie flings himself onto the bed, flopping onto his front so that he can use Tommy’s pec as a pillow. Reaching over Tommy’s middle, Eddie lets his fingers brush against his friend's stomach, not really touching but enough contact that Buck knows he’s there.

Buck smiles shyly back at him, eyes struggling to stay open. “I had fun tonight.” He mumbles, words beginning to slur. “I love you guys.”

Eddie returns the expression, unable to hide his affection for these two men. “Love you, too, bud. And you Tommy.” He turns his head enough to press a kiss to his warm skin, noting the smell of sweat and the slightest hint of the musky cologne he always wears. Tommy strokes Eddie’s head with his big hand before he rests it there, holding Eddie to him. “But maybe let's not do tequila shots again for a while, yeah?” Both his partners’ laugh, though there’s little energy behind it.

Snuggling deeper into the bed, and into Tommy’s side, Eddie grabs the comforter and pulls it up around all three of them. Buck is already fast asleep but Tommy helps him settle it around the three of them, tucking them all in.

Yeah, their relationship isn’t conventional, and yeah, maybe Eddie doesn’t love Buck or Tommy the way they love each other, but these men are still special to him and he wants to spend the rest of his life at their sides. He only hopes that they feel the same way, too. Not more than five minutes later, he takes one more deep breath before he’s fast asleep, nose buried in his friend's neck, and hand brushing against the left side of his best friend’s chest.

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