#bucktommy au

[lengthofropes]

9-1-1 - If Tommy was never transferred to 217 [series] Part 3: Shhh, he's testing waters

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[bidisasterevankinard]

HEAR ME OUT PEOPLE I HAVE INCREDIBLE IDEA

During Tommy and Eddie's basketball/MMA's/work in garage times Buck starts going out to football field to play, because he miss football, and he meets ... Sal !!! They click so quickly and start to meet a lot and Sal even asks him to go to the Superbowl because he has a tickets (just bros hand out) and Buck forgets to mention it till Tommy comes to the station to take him to surprise date only for Buck to say "sorry, babe, raincheck?" and goes with Sal because IT'S SUPERBOWL. And Tommy is jealous

Or it happens during 7x4 au where Buck never body checked Eddie, got sad puppy because he doesn't have time with Tommy, and then met on the football field and started hang out with Sal. Then eventually Tommy comes to 118 ready to put big boys pants and ask Evan to hang out: "hey what about the beer we still need to get?" Buck says "sorry, I have something that ... comes right now" *enters Sal on the vintage car Tommy dreams about and hugs Buck's waist in hello* "raincheck?" (Funnier if it's Buck who has tickets and Sal is happy to see his bestie and is like "so it's going to be three of us?" and Buck " I wish") And so Buck goes with Sal. and it's Tommy now who's boiling with jealousy, because he was trying hard to find the reason to hang out with Evan and now Sal of all people, his bestie, takes it away from him because he and Evan play football and go to museums and aquarium and zoo together? So Tommy starts to try and make his bestie Sal ask him to join him and Evan, but there's a problem that Sal knows Tommy doesn't like everything he does with Buck, so he doesn't ask Tommy, but he's definitely not obvious like Eddie. so he enjoys the way Tommy tries hard to be nonchalant about trying to learn to play football. Eventually Sal's like "god, these stupid gays can't do anything without me" and traps Bucktommy on the date because he never comes to the meeting in really romantic Italian restaurant

[djdangerlove]

Orchestra Bucktommy AU:

Tommy Kinard is a renowned orchestral pianist and he’s just landed the most elusive job in Los Angeles - playing for top film score composer Bobby Nash. The only problem? The first chair violinist is insufferable or quite possibly the love of his life. Between secret rendezvous and passionate discoveries, Tommy finds himself living the kind of love story he’s only played the music for.

[aesthetictarlos]

I might need to read an AU where Buck (newly moved to LA, before he starts at the 118) meets Tommy when he's still a pilot in the army, maybe during a short leave. Like, they have a random meet cute of some sort and it's love at first sight, so even if it's a bit crazy, they decide to keep talking to each other on face time when Tommy has to go back to Iraq.

They slowly fall in love, and it's hard and all that but when Tommy gets another leave for Christmas, they decide to be together even if they'll have to settle for a long distance relationship until Tommy's mission ends.

(The 118 knows Buck's in a relationship, but they don't know his boyfriend is an Army Pilot.)

And eventually, when Buck's is counting the days for Tommy to finally, finally come back... His hot pilot surprises him at the firehouse, coming straight from the airport.

[alchemistc]

AU where Tommy ends up in Texas with the rest of the 118 and he's the only one from his station who's kept himself on the special deployment list so he ends up hitching a ride with his old house.

Cue Buck glomming on to the new (old?) guy and infodumping on him for three straight hours to give his own crew a break (Tommy is honestly kind of charmed by this weirdo but don't tell Hen), and Tommy watching with increasing fascination as Buck swings his dick around with the 126 and then crashes and burns asking out TK only Tommy's pretty sure he didn't mean to? Does he know he likes dudes?

(TK and TK get a kick out of their shared initials and Buck is Not Jealous)

Tommy and Eddie bond on the ride back and Buck is absolutely Super Cool About It, Yessiree.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday

In honour of the Olympics (which I don't watch fsdkjdh) I started a new Bucktommy AU, based off this AU post that @aesthetictarlos prompted me for. It's become A Thing.

Tagged for FIF by @inell and @actuallyitsellie thank you friends!

The training gym in Paris is insane. Buck’s never seen anything quite like it. Each country has their own training area – allegedly to decrease the chances of sabotage – and the USA has decked theirs out with red, white and blue banners everywhere. It’s laid out almost perfectly the same as the actual gymnastics area they’ll be competing in, to allow for familiarity. Buck’s aware that he probably looks like a dick, standing in the middle of the floor with his jaw somewhere around his ankles, but he’s excited, okay? It’s his first Olympics. He wants to lie here and soak it all in. “Pretty impressive, isn’t it?” Buck jumps, not having heard anyone come up behind him. He turns and takes in the familiar, broad chest of one Tommy Kinard. His hero, his rival, his most embarrassing crush. Eddie teased him relentlessly when he found out. “H-hey Tommy,” Buck stammers, his face flushing a deep red. “It’s – uh – it’s so big.” Tommy laughs and begins to make his way towards the vault. Buck trails along behind him, shrugging off his hoodie. Much like many of the other athletes, he often opts not to wear a shirt while training. They’re too restrictive and can flop over your eyes, obscuring your vision. Buck knows better than most how dangerous that can be when you’re trying to stick a landing – something he’d learnt after he broke his left leg in 3 places after a dodgy dismount from the horizontal bars. “Ready to get your ass whipped?” Tommy asks, gesturing to the vault. He’s also divested himself of his jumper and Buck’s having a hard time concentrating on much other than Tommy’s nipples, if he’s totally honest. Buck tears his gaze from Tommy’s chest and looks where he’s pointing. Tommy will never admit it, but the vault is the only thing Buck repeatedly scores better at. It’s become something of a joke between them. “You wish, old man.” Tommy tuts and flicks Buck’s arm. “You need to learn to respect your elders. C’mon, show me what you’ve got.” Tommy lines himself up at the end of the track, chalking up his hands. He turns and gives Buck a wink, before turning and sprinting at the vault at full tilt. He’s so fucking beautiful, Buck thinks, when he’s in his element like this. Tommy pushes himself off the vault with ease and pulls himself into a pike position, rotating twice before landing on the mat. He has to stick his leg out to stop himself from toppling over, but other than that, it’s a perfect jump. He turns to Buck with a grin and does a little bow. “Your turn, kid.” Oh, game on.

NP tagging friends/mutuals (feel free to ignore) @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @buckera @watchyourbuck

@bidisasterevankinard @babybibuck @bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @bucks-daddy-issues

@wikiangela @loveyouanyway @spotsandsocks @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @thekristen999

@tommysdaddykink @underwaterninja13 @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @bigfootsmom

@perfectlysunny02 @half-oz-eddie @agenttommykinard @buckevantommy @evanbi-ckley

@bucksbignaturals

Also lmk if you want to be added/removed, I've forgotten who all my bucktommy mutuals are now fdskjds

[cosyvelvetorchid]

“Home” for your BuckTommy prompts?

This is quite a cute one I think. Thank you 🩶

***

They sat in Tommys truck staring around the house across the street.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think we found our forever house.”

“I think we did, too, Evan.”

They’d been searching for over a year. In that time they’d gotten engaged and married.

Everybody said that they were being too picky, but they would always disagree. Yes, they had a list of non-negotiables but they also had a list of things they could be flexible about.

It had to have at least 3 bedrooms - that was non negotiable, but the two-car garage with a mechanics pit they could be flexible about if there was enough land that they could build one. It had to have a large yard with enough space for the kids - the 118’s and (hopefully) their own - to play in, and it definitely had to have a large kitchen because they both loved to cook, but it didn’t necessarily need to be on a cul de sac, nor did it absolutely have to have more than 1 floor. It did have to be within an hours drive for each of them to get to work.

They were close to giving up hope until they spotted this house a few days ago.

A 3 storey, 4 bedroom, 2 and half bathroom 1920’s home at the end of a quiet cul de sac. Built by a couple in 1927, and kept in excellent condition by them, and their daughter who owned it after them, who had recently passed away. It was definitely in need of modernising to their standard but it had a large garage at the back of the property with enough space for 2 cars and space to dig out a mechanics pit, 1 full acre of land filled with plenty of trees to build a treehouse in, a huge open plan kitchen diner, and basement big enough to house a gym. And it was almost equal distance to both 118 and harbour station, taking them both roughly 30 minutes to get to work.

Within 24 hours of viewing it they’d put in an offer and hoped and prayed and wished and manifested that it would be accepted.

48 hours later and they still hadn’t heard back from their lawyer. Buck was getting antsy, and the rest of the 118 were getting annoyed about him continually talking about it.

“Did I tell you it had these beautiful oak trees in the yard perfect for us to build a big tree house in?” He said as they drove to a call.

“Yes Buck. And a garage large enough to a mechanic pit.” Hen answered.

“And 3 bedrooms.” Said Eddie.

“And a waterfall shower.” Added Chim.

“Okay I know, I know I keep talking about but.. it’s going to be our forever house. And-and I’m just so excited that we might actually get it. I just.. I can’t wait to grow old with Tommy in it, ya know.” He rubbed the back of his neck a little embarrassed “I have this vision that I keep going back to of walking into the living room and finding Tommy asleep with.. with our little girl fast asleep on his chest.” He looked around the engine at everyone. “Okay you can laugh now know it’s stupid.”

“No, Buck it’s actually kinda sweet.” Chim told him.

“It’s beautiful, Buck.” Bobby added from the front of the engine. “Oh, heads up guys we’re almost there.”

Buck looked out the window and his furrowed his brows.

“What is it, Buck?” Eddie asked.

“I feel like I’ve been here before.. looks familiar.”

“Maybe we’ve had a call here.” Hen suggested.

“Yeah. It’s probably that.” He said, despite the feeling that he had seemed to suggest it was maybe more recent? As the engine turned the corner into the street that contained the fire, Buck suddenly realised where he knew the area from.

The engine came to a stop and he jumped out of down. The fire was blocked from view on the side of the truck they were standing at by an ambulance.

The ambulance drove away revealing the fire and Bucks heart broke.

*

Three hours later Tommy got out of the shower and checked his phone whilst running a towel through his hair. As soon as he saw the text from Eddie he threw on some clothes, grabbed his keys and ran out of the door.

He pulled into the cul de sac and parked behind the 118 engine.

“Tommy, hey.” Eddie walked over. “How many speed limits did you break to get here?”

“You don’t want to know. Where is he?” Eddie pointed his finger towards a car parked opposite the blackened, smoking remains of the house.

Tommy walked over to Buck who was leant against the side of the car, arms folded and a forlorn look on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said approaching.

“Tommy? What are you— Eddie texted you didn’t he?”

“Yeah. You okay?” He wrapped an arm around Evan’s neck and pulled him into a hug.

“Yeah. No. I.. It was the perfect house, Tommy. We’ve been looking for so long and I was giving up hope, and-and then we saw this place and..” he stopped himself.

“And what?”

“I actually kinda started to think the universe was listening and given us what we wanted. Like, it knew how happy we were and it knew that giving us our forever home would be the last piece. It’s dumb I know.”

“Hey no, baby. It’s not dumb. You were excited for us - that’s nothing to feel bad for.” He squeezed Evan tight and planted a kiss onto his temple before opening the hug, keeping one arm around his shoulder. They both stood watching Eddie hose down the last remaining hotspots of the building.

All that seemed to be left was the basement and half the 1st floor. Everything else was gone.

“I’m starting to think we’ll never find our forever home.” Evan said, sadly.

“I do.” Tommy said confidently.

“How do you know?”

“Because, Mr Evan Kinard-“ Tommy turned to face Evan and took his face gently in his hands “-wherever we live, no matter where it is, no matter if it has everything we want or nothing at all.. so long as we’re together, it’s home. It will always be home.

[kinard-evan]

AU where Tommy is a doctor at the hospital the 118 always is at after them being hurt. Tommy is one of the doctors who is always monitoring Buck.

Tommy has a crush on him based of getting to know him with each visit but keeps it at bay because he knows Buck is straight or he appears to be. He can’t help but feel these intense feelings for him but is happy to be friends with him.

Buck is a flirt, always has been so when he starts flirting with him Tommy may think he has a chance after all.

“Buck, the way you keep getting hurt, I would think you would be doing it on purpose to just see me.” Tommy smirks at him, while Buck blushes but keeps his eyes on him.

[thefixations-ofmine]

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Tommy Kinard AU (911)

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: age gap, blowjob (m receiving), rimming, pet names

Summary: Former high school football star Evan Buckley navigates his new adult life. A broken down car takes him to the nearest body shop, where a very handsome 30-something mechanic catches his eye - and he's good with his hands too!

A/N: Yay, a new fic! This has been sitting in my head for a while and I finally put it down into words after seeing this manip photo of Oliver with longer hair. Sadly, I put aside some things I had already started, but I'm happy to get more work out there! Constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

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“Helping number 36!” A young lady announces over the intercom. A shared gasp fills the room at the loud intrusion, and everyone has a look at their ticket. Evan sighs finally! He walks into the service area and heads to where an assistant is waiting to get his ticket.

“36?” A short man in glasses questions.

“That’s me! I’m Evan,” he answers with a handshake.

“Great, Evan. What brings you in today?”

He goes on for a solid fifteen minutes about all the troubles with his car. From the screeching breaks to the clicking steering and so on. His folks couldn’t afford a new car for when he got his license, and with their money and his combined, a deadbeat ‘64 Buick Skylark was all he could get - while still looking badass. It got him from point A to point B, albeit all the times he had to stop to nudge something back in place or to make sure the oil level was still right. He was saving to get himself a car that was at least of the decade, but it was proving longer than initially planned with all the fixing and maintenance on this one.

“Well, we have a really great old school mechanic, and an open schedule, so we can actually get started today if you’d like!” The assistant states, and proceeds to give him a rundown of the costs. Evan nods and runs back to his car to back it into a garage spot.

“Little further!” He hears a voice call from behind the trunk, unable to see the face of the man in the mirror. “Alright!” He adds waving his hands, and Evan breaks abruptly. He gets out of the car and starts rambling about what needs to be fixed, until a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“We’ve got it, kid.” The deep voice says again, and Evan turns this time, getting a first look at his face. And what a face! He’s surprised at first that he has to look up at him (even for just a few inches), and he rapidly gets lost in his striking blue eyes. “We’ll take care of it like it’s our own,” the mystery man says, bringing Evan back to reality.

“Um, thanks. Yeah, that would be, um, great!” He’s met with a reassuring smile, crinkly nose and all. He smiles back, trying to act as cool.

“I see you play,” Tommy (Evan remembered he could read for a second and saw his name tag) tries to start a conversation, pointing at the high school logo on his t-shirt. He nods. Tommy laughs. “I also used to a few years back. Same high school. Didn’t stick though, I was good with my hands but for different reasons.” If the blush on Evan’s cheeks wasn’t already apparent, that last statement accompanied by a wink surely painted his face a lovely crimson shade. If anything, it keeps Evan from telling him he actually graduated last year, but that’s besides the point.

He lets his eyes wander on the man’s body as he walks around to the hood; he guesses he’s around thirty. His thick veiny hands run along the metal, and thicker, veinier arms struggle to stay contained in the white t-shirt, proving he did in fact play sports in his youth. He likes what he sees, and doesn't know how to act about it. There was one thing a small town high school couldn’t provide you with; a well diverse sex-ed class. Not that nobody talked about it, but it was more often in a bad light than in a supportive kind of chit-chat in the back of a locker room. He had only been exposed to “educative” material through dodgy websites - though he owed his quarter-back wrist strength to that!

Today though, Evan would be happy to learn and explore.

“I’m sorry, do you guys have any water?” He manages to blurt out, running a finger into the neck of his shirt and his other hand up the side of his jeans.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to use the hose, kid.” Tommy points him to the side of the building a few feet away. Evan rushes to it, and almost drowns from the big gulps he’s inhaling, and doesn’t notice Tommy’s watching. Doesn’t see how he licks his lips at the sight of his own mouth pursed, and the sway of his Adam’s apple as he swallows vigorously. How Tommy’s eyes run down his arched back as he’s holding himself up with a hand on his knee. When he’s done drinking, some stray drops run down his chin and Tommy wants to lap at them. He clears his throat and goes back to examining the engine when their eyes meet.

A couple hours has brought the awkward moment to a well established conversation between the two as they exchange about cars and Fantasy Football predictions - both of them stealing looks every once in a while, silently eating the other up. When Evan runs his hand on his stomach as it growls, Tommy takes the opportunity to ask:

“Do you wanna grab a bite?”

“Huh?” Evan asks, his brain scrambled from the heat and the blood filling his semi.

“I think I’ll need at least another day before I’m done, and the last piece I took out will keep you from driving home,” he begins. “I thought maybe we could grab a bite and I can drive you back?” There’s another sensation added to the hunger in Evan’s stomach, one he had felt a long time ago when an exchange student from England had arrived at their school. He’d gotten Evan in a corner one day and kissed his lips, and Evan let him for several seconds before he pushed him away, embarrassed - confused. He told him he wasn’t mad, but that this didn’t have to happen again or be made known to others. He still hates himself after all those years for not apologizing before the guy went back home.

“I. Yeah, yeah. That would be great.” He finds the strength to answer.

“Awesome. Let me get out of these overalls and I’ll be right there.”

Evan guides Tommy down the streets of his neighbourhood after leaving the diner, where he had the best burgers of his life. Didn’t I tell ya, kid? He remembers Tommy had said when Evan moaned at the taste of the greasy patty. He turned red right there again, but when his eyes landed on Tommy’s, he realized they were both bothered and hot by the situation. If he was reading it right…

Kid. Evan can’t shake the hold that pet name has on him, a weird mix of adoration and degradation. He wasn’t a kid! He was 19! But then again, in contrast to the well-established, rugged man sitting next to him, as he watches his fingers drum absentmindedly to a Kiss song on the steering wheel, Evan can understand why he uses that word. He hopes it isn’t derogatory, but is willing to prove Tommy wrong. 

When they get to Evan’s house, Tommy drives his car into the empty driveway and turns the engine off with a content sigh. “I guess that’s my stop,” Evan jokes and clumsily goes to tap the center console, unaware that Tommy had leaned his arm onto it, the contact of his hand hitting the strong skin sends a shiver down his spine. Like a deer in headlights, he stays like this, not budging a finger until he hears Tommy chuckle deeply.

“You okay there, buddy?” That was a new one, Evan notes, and he’s sure now that he read the situation wrong because Tommy must see him as a bro, as his little brother’s friend who’s always squatting in the basement. But the second later, Evan is shoved into a new reality when he feels Tommy’s left hand come to cradle his chin to turn his head his way. He’s unable to tell if he’s still breathing, but that can be done manually so he should survive even in the confined space around them. There’s a tentative look in Tommy’s expression, a light smirk as his eyes volley in a triangle between Evan’s lips, his eyes, and the few bunches of curls that pop out of his cap. When the hand on his arm tightens instinctively, Tommy takes the plunge and crashes their lips together.

It’s hungry and unfiltered, and what Buck gives in clumsiness Tommy can redirect and show him he’s really into this. As if his grunts or the hand creeping to the back of Evan’s neck weren’t enough proof that Tommy wasn’t just trying to be nice. That’s when Evan realizes he’s kissing back, and grunting too, and he’s not going to have to feel sorry for the near future because of his stupid brain. He unfastens his seatbelt to try and kneel onto the seat until Tommy laughs into his mouth, now open from having been explored by a hungry tongue.

“Evan,” he begins, “are you sure about this?” There’s a frown on Evan’s face and he wonders what he did wrong, until Tommy corrects: “I mean, is this okay here in the car? Won’t anybody just walk by?” And then Evan smiles.

“My parents are out of town for the week, if you would, um. If you’d like, we can go inside.” It’s like the puffiness of his lips is keeping him from talking properly, but Tommy’s eager to get out of the car and follows Evan to the door, hooking one of his fingers into a loop at the back of his jeans, that way he can pull Evan against him as he shuts the door. They makeout in the entryway for several minutes, hands rushing to touch the other’s skin.

“Sit on the couch,” Tommy says firmly. Evan’s stomach flips again. He obliges, and sits awkwardly on one side of the couch, leaving room for Tommy, completely oblivious to his intentions. Until Tommy grabs both sides of Evan’s ass and manhandles him onto the center, and finds a comfortable spot between his legs on his knees, then Evan understands where this is going and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t send a sweat down his back.

“I, um,” he struggles. “This is um... Has never happened before.” He’s already a panting, sweaty mess even though he’d been in this position before - granted the subjects on the floor were much more petite, delicate and feminine. This was uncharted territory he definitely wanted to wander into, but he felt like he forgot his flashlight and was walking barefoot in gravel through the expedition.

“It’s alright, kid. I just want to take care of you for tonight if you’ll let me, no expectations.” It reassures him already, and he nods in approbation. “You stop me whenever, tap my shoulder and I’ll be gone.” He chuckles along with Tommy, and bites his bottom lip when he’s already working on his fly. He makes quick work of it; good with his hands, Evan thinks back.

And boy does he prove it fast. Evan’s not sure he even got to take three breaths in before Tommy was running his thumb along the bottom of his head, applying a faint pressure that had his blood pumping just right, filling his length the rest of the way, causing him to hiss sharply through his teeth. There seems to be a surprised excitement in Tommy’s expression, and he’s not sure if it’s at his size or the way he’s pathetically putty in his hands already, but he’d let that live in the back of his mind forever.

“Breathe, baby boy,” Tommy encourages as he pumps him now. It’s not the usual technique he’d use on himself, but Tommy found that one to be a safe bet most of the time. He feels Evan relax under him, his legs falling a little further apart and Tommy takes advantage to creep into the new space. His arms are holding Evan’s hips down, his left hand wanders under his t-shirt onto the tight, soft stomach of the sweet boy before him. He’s in pain, straining the zipper of his jeans and he curses himself for wanting to look nice rather than throw on some sweats. But it’s not about him. He hasn’t had dick in his mouth for way too long now, and when that buff twink walked into the garage, he knew there was something to play with in those hugging blue jeans.

“That’s it,” he praises, kissing the tip and sucking the bead of precum that had threatened to glide down. “You taste so good.”

“Than- Thank you sir,” Evan moans from deep in his chest. Tommy’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he sucks in just the tip, then maybe an inch or two, then three, until Evan is a shaking mess under his grip. He sucks his cheeks in on his way up, trying to wet him as much as possible, before connecting their gaze and sinking down fully in a single movement, his nose poking the taunt pubic flesh. Tommy could almost come in his pants at the sight of Evan’s reaction. He can only imagine nobody had gotten that monster down fully without struggling before, and Tommy secretly thanks his first busy years out of the closet for the practice. He pops off after a few seconds.

“Is that okay?” He’s teasing, of course. The wet sounds of his hand pumping with purpose already answer his question.

“Is that… Are you, are you fucking kidding?” He throws his head back with a punched laugh, sending his cap to fall onto his lap. Tommy grabs it and puts it on backwards, and Evan has to shut his eyes or he’ll embarrass himself in the next seconds. The look makes Tommy pass for one of his team mates, and there’s a jolt in his stomach at the idea of fooling around with him in the lockers in high school. Though the age difference dynamic is still strongly present; he can confirm from the tricks Tommy is pulling on him. “It’s, it’s so good Tommy.” He pulls out his name in a high pitched moan. Tommy knows he doesn’t have that many pulls left before he’s tipping him over the edge.

He pulls the coffee table behind him a little closer, until his body is slightly nudged underneath it, and he gently lifts Evan’s feet so they rest on it, spreading him just how he intends. He doesn’t waste his time plunging in, dragging his nose along the crease of Evan’s thigh, then the other, pushing into his balls in the passing. His hands have found a safe place just under his knees, so his dick can get a break as he explores him, smells him. He digs a little lower, and gives a trial lick to Evan’s taint, reading his immediate moan as a sign to keep going until he’s fully making out with his asshole moments later. Tommy groans into him when he feels the curious drag of the boy’s fingers into his hair,  the cap long discarded, asking him to stay right there just a tad longer until he’s a writhing mess and Tommy knows he’s gotta take action. Evan’s legs are burning, his stomach feels stiff and he’s not sure whether the pressure in his head is from an upcoming aneurysm or simply that he’s never had his soul sucked out of his body this expertly.

Evan doesn’t even realize Tommy’s lips are back around his dick until he teases his teeth along the top of his tip, soothing it immediately with a pass of his tongue, ellissiting the loudest, most embarrassing sound he’s ever let out in his - numerous - sexual experiences. His fingers are going numb into the fabric of the couch, his nails threatening to strip off. But he’s not close to putting a stop to whatever Tommy had going on; he hasn’t peeped down in a few minutes, scared that the sight of Tommy looking back at him would have him spill way too quickly. He’s biting his tongue now, because he’s just as close and doesn’t know how to let Tommy know.

There’s no actual moment to think because the next second, Tommy’s nose is up against his pubes and he swallows around him once, and twice. And maybe a third time for good measure. And Evan has to let him know he’s about to coat the back of his throat before he’s making a fool of himself, but Tommy’s deadly grip onto his hips is acting on his ability to enunciate anything.

“To-” He’s at least going to try. “Tommy,” he adds. He brings a hand to venture into his curls again, tugging a little hoping he catches the clue. But Tommy is urging on and has his mind set on the goal. He looks up, winks at Evan and takes one last breath before sinking back down fully, swishing his tongue on the bottom of Evan’s dick and managing to bring it out just enough to give his balls some attention.

Evan’s ears start ringing, he’s seeing white. Am I fucking dying? Then Tommy pulls back and tugs on him a few times until the string snaps and he’s emptying himself into the cup Tommy formed with his tongue, moaning and screaming and gasping for air and he’s panicking at the never ending ropes. He’d come again if he had any energy left when Tommy retrieves his tongue and swallows his load with a deep groan of satisfaction.

“I knew you’d be fucking sweet,” he states. Tommy runs his hands along Evan’s thighs, soothing the downfall of such a high.  He kisses along the muscles of his stomach and up to his neck, where he lays a long, open-mouth kiss to the sweet spot behind his ear. “Was that okay?” He’s genuinely asking.

“You’ve gotta stop doubting yourself, sir.” Evan puffs out a laugh. “This, um - This was the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” He leans back into the couch and runs a hand into his hair, still unsure if the light from earlier wasn’t the end of the tunnel. But the warmth Tommy radiates around his body proves he’s still very alive..

“Well, I’m glad you had a good time, baby,” Tommy answers, daring a quick peck to his lips. He gets up and extends his hands to help Evan up also, making the poor boy realize the big problem he’s created;

“Do you, um. Should I-” He looks down.

“Oh, kitten, no. Don’t worry about me, okay?” Tommy deflects his intentions, hoping to buy himself a separate alone time with the pretty boy. “Plus, I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment, huh?” He winks. Evan makes a mental note to be refreshed and energized for the day, already planning his undeniable turn for the deed. There’s a light stress in his chest at the thought of having his first experience as a giver with a man be so soon. But he’s on fire standing in front of the most handsome man he’s ever seen, who’s more than likely going to ravish him as soon as he lifts a finger, so he’s not going to fuck this chance up.

“I’ll be there on time, sir.” He nods, walking with Tommy to the front door. He owes him at least a decent goodnight.

“Bring that cute smile of yours.” Tommy has Evan blushing effortlessly, but he’s feeling a little bold. Before Tommy’s hand can turn the handle, he’s got him plastered to the door, and rushes to kiss him silly, moaning and toying with his tongue until they’re both breathless again - and as a preview, lets his hand cup at the slowly dying erection in Tommy’s jeans, earning a playful bite to his bottom lip.

“I’ll bring more than that.”

[h50europe]

Man At Work - Tommy working as an Extra in a movie and Buck during his wild years...

[intermittent-showers]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Taylor Kelly, Jonah Greenway (9-1-1 TV), Howie "Chimney" Han, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Sal Deluca (9-1-1 TV), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, TV News, Bad Puns, Puns & Word Play, Trapped In Elevator, Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Mild Smut, Falling In Love, Evan "Buck" Buckley is a Little Shit, Evan "Buck" Buckley Is Not A Firefighter, Evan "Buck" Buckley is a cat dad, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Buck didn't know if he should be 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 to be spending more time with a hot guy in an elevator... or 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 to be spending more time with a hot guy in an elevator. This wasn't what he expected today. His day had gone from a typical work day of being late and dealing with the consequences, to being one of the main characters of a freaking meet-cute.

And he 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 it.

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9-1-1 - If Tommy was never transferred to 217 [series] Part 2: Fire Marshal problems

[bidisasterevankinard]

AU where Tommy never was in the army, but joined police school and then quickly ended swat academy, soon becoming the youngest sergeant and some years after that the youngest team leader. He was in closet till almost 30s still. And then when he's 35 he meets 27 year old Buck, who is going on pt after crush injury, to the same person Tommy goes after being shot in the hand. They always have time to catch after Buck's appointment before Tommy's, drinking coffee and laughing together about calls they had, and when Tommy eventually ends his appointments way before Buck, he, because of the job and bad break up, eventually stops texting, and Buck who's trapped with all start of s3 problems just decides not to add more pain and disappoinment about finding out why. So they lost each other till Tommy is the one to be the swat officer who will see how this "crazy kid"(he doesn't know it's buck as they were late to the call) do the stunt to save person from the crane. Then he sees it's Buck and all the things he wanted to say to him about how he should have wait till swat will control the situation dies on his lips, because Buck look so much better than year and a half before, but he also has dead look in his eyes. Tommy for hours thinks about texting him at night and then he sees another news about Eddie being shot and sees Buck saving him but also hears that Eddie is Buck's partner from 118. He texts Buck

"if you want to talk to someone who knows what is like to see your teammate being shot, I'm here"

"it's Tommy btw. SWAT officer. we were talking during our PTs"

"do you have time for beer at the (bar name)?"

Tommy smiles feeling happy just a little that Evan answered him

"yeah. See you there in 30?"

And they start going out as friends until one day Tommy kisses him on the kitchen and asks him out

[djdangerlove]

A bucktommy Jurassic Park AU

Tommy Kinard lost everything the day that the dinosaurs escaped from Jurassic Park. It’s why he’s spent the last twenty years shutting down similar operations across the globe. When he sets his sights on Jurassic World, he meets Evan Buckley, an infuriating animal behaviorist dead set on making his job impossible. But as secrets of the past are uncovered, Tommy and Evan find themselves at the center of a deadly game and must put their differences aside in order to survive.

[aesthetictarlos]

I'm on vacation in Bergen and I've just visited the maritime museum, where there was an exhibition about queerness at sea and I got the vision of a BuckTommy seamen AU. I can't keep up with all the ideas my brain supplies, I've been on vacation for six days and I already had THREE BuckTommy AUs ideas.

[diazsdimples]

BuckTommy Sports or Olympics AU ✨

I sat here for ages wondering what the heck kind of sports our boys would be into that also allows them to have that physique and then it hit me!

Buck and Tommy are both gymnasts representing the USA at the Paris 2024 Olympics. They're both doing the Men's Individual All-Around Event and have been competitors in the states for it, but have always had a sense of friendly rivalry. Buck is also competing on the Horizontal Bar and Tommy is competing on the Rings.

Once they get to Paris, Buck and Tommy often end up training at roughly the same time and often try better the other. Buck loves to rub it in how his vault scores are consistently higher than Tommy's, but Tommy can whip Buck's ass on the pommel horse any day of the week. Even though they'll be going against one another for gold, they often end up helping out one another with their training and give each other pointers.

They both get through the first rounds of heats easy enough, but Tommy sustains a shoulder injury on the Parallel Bars in the semi-finals that almost puts him out of the competition. Buck sit with him between his own rotations, unwilling to leave Tommy's side for anything else, much to Bobby's (his coach) frustration. Both Tommy and Buck qualify for the finals, with Buck at the top of the leaderboard and Tommy 2nd to last.

They both know this is likely Tommy's last Olympics, what with his age and this injury, it's unlikely he'll manage another one. Tommy and one other gymnast are Buck's main competition (when Tommy's in shape) and Tommy pulls him aside the night before the finals to tell Buck that he's pulling out of the competition. He wants to keep his strength for the Rings, which he thinks he'll be able to manage with the extensive physio he's receiving. Buck is distraught at the idea of them not being able to be on the podium together, and Tommy comforts him. They walk along the Seine together. Before they go back to the hotel, Tommy kisses him. "For luck," he claims.

The next day is the finals, and Buck doesn't know how to do it without Tommy by his side, egging him on. He wants to do it - this is his best shot at Gold - but it feels wrong without Tommy. But when he gets there, he sees Tommy next to Bobby, both men there to cheer him and provide pointers and coach him every step of the way. Buck put every ounce of effort he has into the competition and wins the gold. And because he's so high on his victory, after receiving his medal, he rushes across floor and throws himself into Tommy's arms, kissing him in front of the whole stadium. This is a move that Tommy will repeat when he wins Gold for Rings a couple of days later (while holding his shoulder cause man, it's really fucked now), and Buck once again when he wins Gold for Horizontal Bars