#kinley fanfic

[kinardsevan]

BuckTommy/911 fic masterlist

as promised, here is your master list for everything I've written so far (and will continue to update as it changes):

(Divide added because this is getting kinda long now)

UPDATE: UNDER CONSTRUCTION - (this list is getting fairly long, so it may grow in to separate pages as I work on it in the coming days/weeks)

The Song Lyric Series:

Just as the title suggests, these have mostly been lyrically driven. The intention is for them to remain looser than a story, but so far it's been the same plot. (subject to change)

what if there's a little boy that needs a safe place :

Chapters: 1 Rating: M Warnings: n/a

“I’m sorry Evan,” Tommy stated genuinely as he watched Evan drop his towel and then redress. “I honestly don’t know what to say.” Evan huffed, unable to hold all the feelings in any longer. Everything felt so tight—his chest, his throat, his stomach. He couldn’t keep it all buried inside against Tommy’s lack of an answer. OR. The one in which Evan is not okay with a drunk rando flirting with his very beasty, very sexy boyfriend and it leads to professions of love.

they all led me to him (he's one of the good ones:

“I might’ve mentioned fucking you properly earlier this evening,” Tommy says, and even in the midst of wanting the older man to tear his body apart, Evan knows that this moment is as serious for Tommy as it was for Evan earlier. “Yeah,” Buck rasps, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips against Tommy. “Please do so.” “I’m not going to,” Tommy replies softly. OR. Tommy wants Evan to understand just how in love with him he is. Chapters: 1 Rating: E Warnings: n/a

i'll be here (and you can lay by my side) :

Chapters: 2/? Rating: E Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

When Tommy has to look back on this weekend in the years that come to pass, he won’t have the words to express how things went from so right, to so wrong. He’ll struggle to even find a way to comprehend the trauma inflicted by having his soul shredded right in front of his face and absolutely unable to prevent it. And at its worst, he won’t even have words to explain it all. OR. part 3.

Multi-Chapter Stories

your arson's match, my somber smile (the love of my life): Chapters: 4/? Rating: n/a (subject to change) Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

In that moment, the nanosecond in which he had crystal clarity, only one thing mattered to him. As his feet finally slipped out from under him, just before the warped metal came swinging down at another angle, he looked Bobby in the eyes. “Tell Tommy I love him.” And then the world was black.

guilty as sin (i choose you and me, religiously): Chapters: 1/2 Rating: T Warnings: n/a

Buck and Tommy's first kiss, as told through Tommy's POV.

Never Til Now (Rolling Up The Welcome Mat) Chapters: 5/? Rating: M (for themes) Warnings: n/a

"Maybe there’s something about tangibility, about holding the real thing versus just the idea of it, but it cracks something open in him that hasn’t existed in a long time. Because all of a sudden, he can’t imagine not having this. Not getting to see Evan like this, every day. And it’s barely been thirty seconds." - In March 2025, with plans to propose, Tommy realizes Evan wants kids. the problem is, Tommy doesn't. In November of the same year, in a happenstance exchange, he meets their baby girl. (OR, we take a trip through a dual timeline in which the idea and reality of having kids drives Evan and Tommy apart, and then brings them back together.)

The Devil Doesn't Bargain Chapters: 12/? Rating: E Warnings: Rape/Non-con, Self-harm, Suicidality (discussed and attempted), PTSD, Anxiety, ALL THE TRIGGER WARNINGS

Tommy Kinard lived a whole life before he walked into Evan Buckley's life, and it's not one that he's offered up much of so far. Until Evan starts asking questions. Trigger warnings for sexual assault, abuse, and so forth.

you're the only one (who ever gave a damn) Chapters 2/2 Rating: M (for themes and mild sexual content) Warnings: Rape/Non-con

“I um… I don’t know,” he admits softly. “C’mon, Tommy,” Eddie replies. “No, not like that,” Tommy says, looking back up at Eddie. “Not like I don’t have a real excuse. I don’t know like…like I really don’t know, Eddie. I was drunk. I remember being at the bar with you and the other guys, and joking about you and Evan sparring the next time we were going to train, and then…” He pauses, shakes his head. “Nothing. I woke up in a house I didn’t recognize.” Eddie stares at him, coffee cup in hand and mouth slack, and Tommy waits for the judgment to come. He’s fully prepared for Eddie to tell him what a dick he his for going home with some other guy and having drunken sex. But Eddie doesn’t speak. Eventually, he’s quiet so long that it makes Tommy uncomfortable. “Look, I know you’re over there judging me-..” Eddie blinks a few times, shaking out of his reverie as he lowers his coffee mug to the counter. “Tommy, man, that’s not cheating,” he states matter-of-factly.

a set of empty bones chapters: 9/? rating: E warnings: rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence

“You’re not even paying attention right now,” he growls. “Look, Eddie,” Evan tries, lifting his hands up in surrender. Eddie’s eyes trail from his eyes down to his lips, his chest, and then back up at him, and Evan doesn’t like the way it feels. Something about the entire moment feels uncomfortable to him. Eddie sets the bowl on the counter and puts his hands on Evan’s ribs, pushing him back towards the fridge. “Eddie, man, what’re you doing,” Evan stammers nervously. BTHB: "you can scream all you want", lacerations, betrayal

Minis:

the rhythm of your heartbeat: Evan has night-terrors. Tommy has to contend with them.

you are the reason: post 709 buck/bobby conversation in which Buck makes it to Tommy's.

Connecting: 709 deleted scene. Evan is getting dressed before the medal ceremony, and Tommy's pretty sure he's going to make them late.

oceans deep, rivers wide: Evan has a realization after a work incident. Tommy concurs. burn it to the ground: Tommy knew the first time he kissed Evan Buckley he was burning his whole life to the ground.

for a thousand years (and a thousand more): In which Tommy tells Evan what it was like falling in love with him. 30 Day Fluff Challenge: Concept list found here

Prompt Minis: here

Others/Oneshots:

something stronger than me (i can hardly stand up, i can hardly breathe): Chapters: 1/1 Rating: E (for language) Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, TW: Self-harm, TW: Suicidal ideation

It had been years since he’d been down this low. At least, that’s how he’d been presenting it to others. But in the darkness of his apartment, where his boyfriend couldn’t see his legs because their schedules were conveniently not aligning ever since Gerrard’s arrival…his thighs were coated in fresh wounds.

The Saboteur: Chapters: 1/1 Rating: M (for language) Warnings: TW: homophobic language, TW: harrassment

Five times Tommy Kinard is faced with having to file a complaint against Vincent Gerrard, following his reinstatement at the 118.

take me to the other side Chapters: 1/1 Rating: E (for themes) Warnings: n/a

“So what’s on your mind,” Tommy asks him. “Are you imagining a specific scene? Or a particular want you’re thinking about?” “Not a scene, necessarily,” Evan says, twiddling his thumbs. He’s struggling to piece together the words in the right way to convey what he’s actually wanting. “Okay,” Tommy says, accepting his answer. When Evan doesn’t speak again right away, Tommy prompts him. “I want…?” Evan gulps. “I want…I-i want you to t-t-tie me up."

you're the only one (in the dark, i see) Chapters: 1/1 Ratings: T (for language) Warnings: n/a

He closes the door behind Tommy, his hand still resting on the handle for a beat as he stares at Tommy’s back. He wants answers, and if this is his last chance to get them, then God damn it, Evan’s going to get them. - Tommy breaks up with Evan after Gerrard's return to the 118. Evan is not okay with this decision.

BuckTommy Week 2024

Day 1, Date Night: Rating: General

clay wheels and no ghosting: Tommy and Evan attempt ceramics and talk about things.

Day 2, Emergency: Rating: M (suggestive language)

Under the Weather: Evan and Tommy fall ill

Day 3, Bad Weather Days Rating: M (Graphic Depictions of Violence) Chapters: 2/2 its hurting (but it ain't dead) : Tommy is pissed. No one called him to ask him if he was cool with this idea, and it really doesn’t matter to him in the moment that they didn’t actually have to. It was Evan. They had allowed his boyfriend to put himself in the line of fire without bothering to even ask if that was something he was alright with. He wasn’t even forewarned; just showed up to a scene where they’d been asked to send extra support in plain clothes. But if he’d known…oh, if he’d known…

[tevanbegins]

Wedding Fever - tevanbegins - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

Buck unwittingly tells little Jee-Yun that he wants to marry Tommy, a development which no one else – not even Tommy – is aware of as yet. Jee gets obsessed with the idea of her Uncle Buck's future wedding to his pilot boyfriend, and chaos ensues!

But if Buck considers himself crazy for thinking of getting hitched so soon, he wasn't expecting that Tommy might turn out to be just a tad bit crazier than him…

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[evnnkinard]

the first time after tommy bottoms for buck, he doen't expect much in the way of aftercare, honestly assumes that he's still going to be the one to move, the one to clean them both up- not because of evan, himself, or anything that he's said or done. it's just. what tommy does. it was how it had always been with his exes; he was the one to take care of them, not the one to be taken care of. but he should've known that it'd be different with evan. it was always different with evan. better. good.

after, evan collapses on top of him, panting, skin flushed and sweat soaked, says, between breaths, "f-fuck," and, "god, that was so good," and, "you were so good, tommy, so perfect for me," and paws at him, petting at any and every inch of tommy's skin that he can reach and- and it doesn't register then, what his boyfriend is doing; evan's always been extra tactile, affectionate, after sex, always touching and wanting to be closer, closer, closer, like he'd climb into tommy's skin and tuck himself between tommy's ribs if he could. he's never been shy on returning the praise that tommy gives to him, either, always lets tommy know how much he'd enjoyed it, how good tommy had made him feel, knows that even if it doesn't do quite the same thing that it does for himself, that it still makes tommy feel good, proud, pleased-

-so tommy doesn't think anything of it, just reaches for evan back, hands clumsy as he grabs at him, pets at him and pulls him in closer. murmurs about how good evan always is for him, lets evan take what he needs from him and greedily soaks in the comfort of evan's weight on top of him, the feel of evan's skin against his own in return. lies there for another minute, two, loose-limbed and feeling completely wrecked in the best way possible, lets evan's touch, his words, continue to wash over him as he tries to get his brain to come back online long enough to get his boyfriend taken care of properly.

eventually, feels evan start to shift against him, thinks he must be starting to feel uncomfortable, is starting to feel uncomfortable, himself, with his own come drying on his stomach between them and evan's beginning to leak out of him. musters the energy to get his hands beneath himself, and careful not to jostle evan too much on top of him, pushes up onto his elbows- and then evan's hand is on his chest, strong and firm, stopping him from moving any further.

"h-hey, what- where are you going?"

tommy looks down at him, a little confused, a little concerned, and finds evan already looking back at him with his brows furrowed. he searches evan's eyes, but doesn't see any worry, or fear, there. brings a hand up to cup evan's face, rubs his thumb across his cheek, feels a little giddy at the way evan immediately leans into the touch and reassures, anyway, just in case, "i was just going to get something to clean us up, kid. i'll be right back, i promise."

evan pulls away from him, slightly, at that. tilts his head, scrunches his face up further, looks baffled, and, tommy can't help but think, adorable, and says, "um, no- no you're not. that's my job tonight."

and tommy pauses. takes a minute, processes. shakes his head, says, "evan-"

"tommy," his boyfriend immediately parrots back, cutting him off, says, like he knows exactly what tommy's thinking- probably does, honestly, knows tommy so well at this point that it scares him sometimes, "you just got your brains fucked out, let me take care of you, okay? stay here and i'll be right back, okay?" doesn't wait for an answer, leans forward and distracts tommy with his mouth, keeps it chaste as he presses his hand further into tommy's chest, pushes gently, firmly, until tommy falls down onto his back again and then pulls away and clambers off the bed, completely ungraceful but still, somehow, looking stupidly attractive to tommy's malfunctioning brain.

tommy lifts his head, slightly, watches him walk away until he disappears out of view and then thumps his head back down into the pillows. lies there, stunned. feels slightly off kilter but, he thinks, not in a bad way. tucks an arm under his head, lets the other rest at his side, away from the mess on his stomach and waits paitently for his boyfriend to come back, feeling warm, and soft, and safe as he does so, in the way that he's found only evan has of surprising out of him.

he doesn't have to wait too long before evan is walking back into the room, soft smile on his face and a damp wash cloth in his hand. he slips back into the space between tommy's legs, fits perfectly, just like he does in tommy's arms, like tommy's body was made just for him and tommy thinks, quietly, as his boyfriend rests a hand on his thigh, that it was. knows that he's been ruined for anybody else. says, "hey, baby," because he likes the way evan blushes, even now, smiles, small and pleased when he does. says, because he feels like he should, "you really don't have to, baby, i can do it, i don't mind."

evan's already shaking his head before he's even finished, says, "nope, it's my turn tonight, remember? and- tommy, i want to do it, okay? i like getting to take care of you," leans over him and runs the cloth carefully over his stomach, down his thighs, face focused, like this is impotant- like tommy's important. wipes the cloth lower, down tommy's ass and gently over tommy's hole, repeats the motion, once, twice, says, "sorry, sorry baby, i'm done now, you did so good," and soothes a hand over his thigh when it makes him flinch, oversensitive, barely imperceptible if not for the way that evan's become so quickly attuned to him over the past few months.

evan tosses the cloth, and tommy's sure that it's landed nowhere near where the laundry basket is, but can't find it in himself to care when his boyfriend drops most of his weight back down over him, dips his head and catches tommy's lips with his own all in one smooth movement. immediately begs for entry with his tongue and tommy lets him in, fists a hand in his curls, lets evan take control, lets him kiss him soft and slow and until there's no air left in either of their lungs. lets evan pull away, lets him dip back down and steal another, quick kiss before he pulls away again, breathless.

evan drops down next to him, wraps an arm over him and pulls him in close, and then closer still, tucks him up against his chest. presses a kiss to his head. tommy lets his head fall into the crook of his neck, hums, content, says, "mm, thank-you, this is nice."

"don't have to thank me, baby. i love you, i'm always gunna take care of you."

[aainiouu]

In honor of it seeming like the TV gods heard my prayers of letting Buck’s curls roam free ☺

—

Tommy and Buck have been spending a lot of time together. Quality time, sleepover kind of time but the first time Buck leaves to work straight from Tommy’s place something happens Buck didn’t anticipate.

Tommy is still dozing on the bed, the lucky bastard doesn’t have work until evening, and Buck is getting ready, contemplating about calling in sick. But alas Bobby would never believe him.

When his hand goes towards the hair wax, he hears a wounded sound coming from the bed. Buck stops and turns around.

Tommy is, and Buck is feeling a little smug about it, trying to get up and not being remotely as spry about it as he usually is.

”Don’t.” Tommy says and comes closer.

For a minute Buck is confused, it's early and the close proximity of a very scantily clothed boyfriend is not helping the matters.

Then Tommy dips his fingers in the wax and very lightly runs his fingers through Buck’s hair. And poor Buck is left fighting against some kind of purr trying to escape his throat.

After doing this a couple of times Tommy picks up a curl on his temple, rolls it around one of his fingers and lets it fall on Buck’s forehead.

”There,” Tommy murmurs, ”That’s perfect.”

Tommy softly lands a kiss on Buck’s brow, turns around and flops back on the bed, groaning.

Buck stands there, mouth open, and slowly turns towards the mirror. His hair remains curly and one strand of hair is softly hanging on his forehead. He likes it, and it seems his boyfriend likes it too.

And well, crap, he’s gonna be late from work.

*

When he arrives at 118, he knows he is still smiling and as he goes in the tugs the curl resting on his forehead. 

It doesn’t take long for him to hear the first comment about it. 

“Letting the curls go free today, Buck?” Hen asks as he trots upstairs. Buck stops and feels the blush creeping on his neck as he tries to think of an innocent answer. 

But of course his co-workers know him too well and Chimney groans as he clocks on the blush on Buck’s cheeks.

“I do NOT want to know what kind of kinky thing this is for you and Tommy, Buck.”

“I-Hey! It’s not kinky!” Buck protests “I don’t even know how you can make my natural existing curls kinky, Chim. It’s only… sappy.”

Chimney groans again and Hen’s eyes are twinkling. Buck sighs and walks towards the fridge. It’s going to be a long day.

[ily-tothecore]

bucktommy fic recs - all completed (part two)

teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley) - 'buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)'.

an outlier that should not be counted by dadvans - 'buck knows a lot of random trivia. tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time'.

prescribed burn by wakeupnew - 'tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the angeles national forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages'.

a night in september by brewrosemilk - buck tells tommy he's gonna marry him one day.

everything you say is a sweet revelation by sisypheandreamer - 'buck really likes tommy and has sex with him about it'.

in your eyes by lunardeath - buck finds out how old tommy actually is and gets kind of slutty about it. it's also really sweet.

i could be the one (or your new addiction) by milominderbinder - 'five times buck had to put a dollar in the mentioning tommy jar, and one time nobody was around to catch him'.

if you go down to hammond you'll never come back by trysetmeonfire - eddie and tommy talk about buck at the wedding.

some more bucktommy fics! sorry they're all quite short, i'm waiting on a whole bunch of longer ones to be completed before i read and recommend them :/

anyway, enjoy!!!

more bucktommy recs: part one, part three, part four

[diazsdimples]

Tommy can remember the day he knew he was going to kill Vincent Gerrard. Or, not kill exactly, but do some serious, irreparable damage to him. He'd kind of figured this day would come, if the way he felt like ripping the old man's mustache right off his face whenever Buck came home upset was anything to go by. He just didn't think it would happen quite so soon. He's held Buck plenty of times after rough shifts, where Gerrard would make him man behind for no other reason than "I want this place clean and perfectly organized. That's what you people do, isn't it?". He's heard enough stories from Eddie, and Hen, and Chim, about the abuse they were all getting but how most of Gerrard's hellfire seemed directed towards Buck.

But nothing could prepare him for the fury he felt when that day arrived.

He'd gotten a text from Eddie, a short and simple "he needs you", and he'd been in his car in a flash. The whole drive he'd been worrying, not sure what he'd be arriving to.

When he gets there, he knows it’s bad. Hen and Chimney are locked in a furious screaming match with Gerrard, their faces all varying shades of puce, and it looks like Hen's about to punch Gerrard in the nose, based off the hand Chimney has wrapped tightly around her wrist.

He spots Eddie and Buck immediately; they're in the locker room and Eddie has his arm around Buck's shoulders. When he looks up and locks eyes with Tommy, he can see the flames of rage licking behind Eddie's eyes. Buck's got his face in his hands, and his shoulders are shaking in a way that tells Tommy that he's crying. Tommy's across the station in 3 quick strides, dropping to his knees in front of Buck and taking his face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over his cheekbones.

"What the hell happened?" he asks Eddie, because Buck's not in any shape to breathe right now, let alone talk.

Eddie doesn't reply immediately, but his jaw ticks and he looks like he's carefully picking his words. Just as he's about to speak, Buck's voice, quiet and broken, cuts through the silence.

"He made me watch."

Tommy's brow furrows in confusion, and a ball of dread settles in the pit of his stomach. Buck swallows convulsively and even Eddie looks like he might throw up. It's bad.

"Watch what?" Tommy asks carefully. He doesn't want to push it, not if Buck isn't up to speaking, but he needs to know.

Eddie speaks up first, and his voice is shaky too.

"We were called to a massive haemorrhage at the Pride Event in West Hollywood. A man and his husband had been attacked by one of those bible bashers that stand there and tell everyone they're going to hell. A bystander said they'd been arguing with him and he pulled a knife. Got the first guy in the stomach, second just above his heart. There was nothing we could do."

Buck takes a deep breath, a whine issuing from the back of his throat. Tommy puts a hand around the back of his neck and rubs soothing circles just below his hairline.

"He made me watch," Buck repeats again, a little louder this time, and Tommy's heart clenches cause he knows, he fucking knows what Buck is going to say next. "He said "ride with Wilson, Buckley. This is a good opportunity for you to increase your medic skills." He knew they weren't going to survive but he made me...." Buck trails off, unable to finish his sentence, and Tommy's vision goes red. He's never hated anyone more than he hates Gerrard right now.

That is, until Buck finishes his sentence.

"He said "you might learn something valuable," but he wasn't talking about the job."

Buck's fists are clenched so tight his knuckles are white, and there's blood under his fingernails. Eddie's got a fistful of Buck's shirt clenched tightly in his fist and he looks like he's doing all he can to not run upstairs and tear Gerrard limb from limb.

There's a ringing in Tommy's ears and everything sounds kind of muffled, like his head is underwater. He's clutching the back of Buck's neck so hard that it's got to be painful, but he can't make himself let go.

When he left the military, Tommy made a vow that he would never take another man's life. But for this - for Gerrard - for what he did to Buck, the light of Tommy's life, he might just make an exception.

[wikiangela]

I only have eyes for you

rating: M words: 8.3k summary: Buck and Tommy host a family barbecue, Buck gets very distracted by his shirtless boyfriend, and they both get lovingly teased for being insufferably in love.

[read on Ao3]

“Buck!” Chimney calls, and Buck looks over his shoulder to find everyone’s eyes on him, amused expressions on their faces. “Don’t distract our cook, we’re starving!” “I’m just scolding him for taking his shirt off.” Buck says easily, then adds a little louder, to Tommy but making sure everyone hears, “Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself, you’re a firefighter, you should know better.” He shakes his head, and Tommy looks back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you’re gonna pretend like you don’t approve?” “Oh, I so don’t, Tommy, at all.” Buck tries to keep a straight face, but a chuckle bubbles out of him anyway. “You’re such a distraction, this is dangerous for everyone here.”

[read on Ao3]

[wannabanauthor]

"Evan," Tommy muttered against his lips, followed by a low moan when he felt Evan tugging at his belt. "Evan!"

The hand on his nipple stilled, and he groaned helplessly.

"If you're still talking, then I'm not kissing you hard enough," Evan whispered and kissed the soul out of Tommy. His tongue was deep in his mouth, exploring every inch of this man.

Tommy was already hard when Evan's hand slid into his pants and wrapped around his cock.

Evan had him pinned against the wall of a hospital supply closet, and Tommy was too tired and horny to protest. He admitted he enjoyed Evan being feral over him showing up to the hospital in his turnouts covered in soot.

A shower was the last thing on either of their minds. Using Tommy's own leftover sweat as lube for a handjob was creative in and of itself, and Tommy was impressed by Evan's ingenuity.

Evan had gotten him so worked up with that initial kiss that it only took a few minutes for Tommy to come. Evan kissed him through the aftershocks, softer than before.

When Tommy finally came down, he slumped against the wall, the energy and cum drained out of him.

"Was that good, baby?" Evan whispered in a husky voice.

Tommy brought his hands up to Evan's cheeks and kissed him tenderly. "It was perfect, Evan." He kissed Evan again, and again.

Finally Evan pulled away with a dazed but satisfied. He opened a box of wipes to clean off Tommy's dick and his own hands before turning back to Tommy.

"Le'ts get you something to eat. I think they're probably serving the cake," Evan said and let his eyes wander all over Tommy's body.

"If you look at me like that again, we're going to miss the reception," Tommy said and straightened his gear.

Evan glanced at his phone for the time but quirked an eyebrow at Tommy, almost like he was up for it.

"Evan, no. I would still like to meet your sister and congratulate her and Howie," Tommy said firmly.

"Fine," Evan said with a little whine and stepped back. He reached for the door handle, but Tommy stopped him.

"You have soot on your face."

"Good," Evan said with a grin. "I want everyone to know I'm yours."

Tommy groaned low in his throat and followed Evan out of the supply closet, hand in hand.

[mountedeverest]

His pace (inspired by the 7x09 cutscene)

Rated E Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Thomas "Tommy" Kinard Fandom: 911 on ABC Words: 1.6k Enjoyyy~ rest of fic under the cut

“Were talking about your intentions.”

“Are they honorable?”

Tommy remembered the first night he slept over at Evan’s. It was right after the hospital wedding, Chim was feeling weary and the crowd shuffled out of the room-turned-wedding hall when Buck looked up at him, all twinkly-eyed and sheepish.

“You must be wiped. Y-you could stay at my place tonight, shower, sleep, no ulterior motives. I-I can lend you clothes.”

The ‘if you want’ hung back unspoken at the end, and Evan looked at him like a pleading puppy, unable – to the best of himself – to play it cool. Tommy just chuckled and closed his eyes for a second before answering that it sounded like a great idea. If Buck had had a tail he would’ve wagged it. Instead, he just leaned forward, wide toothy grin threatening to smash against Tommy’s own in a sweet but clumsy kiss.

That night, Tommy had laid down his turnouts at the door of Buck’s loft, while the younger firefighter wrestled with the noticeable full-body flush he was sporting. Tommy would never reveal his play, not even under duress, but he could admit that in that moment, he might’ve been trying some things, pushing some buttons. And he’d laugh, once out of the shower, at the clothes that Evan had laid out for him, which were perfectly fine… except for one white t-shirt that might’ve belonged to another, smaller version of Buck. He put it on nonetheless, the fabric almost see-through with the way it stretched over the swell of his muscles. He could probably tear the shirt if he flexed hard enough, Tommy thought. 

Walking out of the bathroom, Tommy wagered that the shirt worked in his favor, as well as Evan’s, judging by the way the younger man was practically drooling on the floor. 

“I think your shirt might be a tad small. Do you have another? Or- y’know, I could just go without. I… run hot at night.”

Evan just nodded vigorously, made faces and choked off sounds like he was trying to find his words, and Tommy grinned. It had been a while since he’d made a man go non-verbal.

“Right.” Tommy pulled the obscenely tight shirt off of himself while Buck watched, making sure to flex a little, drag it out just a little bit. “Where’s your couch?”

Buck looked dazed, stuck. His eyes were hazy and his cheeks were furiously red.

“Evan?” Tommy tried gently snapping him out of it.

“Uh? Uhh, don’t have one.” 

Buck squirmed in his seat at the kitchen island, embarrassed.

“You don’t have a couch? Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Friend’s wife gave birth on the last one, haven’t gotten around to buying another one yet and umm…” Buck squirmed even harder then. “W-with me?”

Tommy softened, a lazy smile on his features. He was secretly fond, well, maybe not so secretly. That night, they slept each on one side of Buck’s enormous bed at first, and then slowly inched towards each other until they were spooning, Tommy’s face nestled in the crook of Evan’s neck as his big arms encircled the younger man. Tommy was out like a light, the weariness of the past 24 hours weighing on him finally. They stayed like that most of the night, until Buck inevitably starfished on the bed and Tommy moved snuggly on his back.

Now the night was innocent enough, it was the morning that took them one step further in the physical aspect of their relationship. Tommy had wanted to go at Evan’s pace, not rushing him into this frankly new territory he was now in. He didn’t account for the speed at which Evan was willing to go. He found that out pretty quickly, gasping his orgasm into Evan’s mouth as they jerked each other off in the massive bed. 

From that moment on, everything kind of… snowballed. 

They were together pretty much every time their shifts synced up. Three days after Tommy had slept over for the first time, they had gone to Maddie and Chimney’s to welcome the latter back home from the hospital and settle him in his home for the next few weeks as he recovered. They had said their goodbyes early as Chim was too tired from the meds and Maddie had to put Jee to bed. Barely thirty seconds through the door of Tommy’s house, Buck already had a dick in his mouth for the first time. And once Evan discovered he was good at something, he just wanted to do it over and over and over again. 

One morning, after the whole Shannon-doppelganger-brownies debacle, Evan just walked out of Tommy’s shower and into his bedroom with intent and what seemed like frustration, demanding that Tommy finger him. 

“Something’s missing when I do it.” Evan rasped, straddling Tommy and fishing in his bedside drawer knowing he’d find a bottle of lube there. He hadn’t even dried off before and water fell everywhere on the sheets and on Tommy, but the older man didn’t care. 

“Your hands are so big.” Evan practically cried into his mouth as Tommy crooked a first finger inside of him. He was so pretty like this, all flushed and wanton and wet. Evan’s hair curled when it was wet, and Tommy liked it a lot. They ended up going up to three fingers, with Evan on his back begging and babbling. He came untouched.

Turns out Buck loved getting his ass played with. It wasn’t long before Tommy was fucking him in earnest. The first time they did, they couldn’t even make it to a bed.

“Fuck me here.” Evan had begged and commanded both at once, pressing his ass backwards into Tommy’s hard on. They had been sparring in Tommy’s garage, finally getting those Muay Thai lessons so enthusiastically promised. Sparring was a loose term in this case, as the actual sparring had only taken place for about ten minutes before it devolved into furious rutting and making out. 

“Uh– baby, lube.” Tommy was wrecked. Even with the younger man pinned under him he didn’t have the upper hand. Evan had his chest pressed into the mat for leverage, a hand grabbing behind him into Tommy’s hair. It made Tommy’s head spin.

“First aid kit on the tool bench, every good kit has some.” 

Buck had a point there, and indeed there was, Tommy remembered. A first responder was never off duty.

“Ahh–” Buck had just tugged harshly at Tommy’s hair while grinding up into him. “Condoms.”

“Do we need ‘em?” Evan had said practically on a whine. “We’ve swallowed each other’s cum enough already, I think one of us would’ve said something by now.”

Evan, enthusiastic in his newfound bisexuality, had gotten tested the day after their coffee date. Tommy, for his part, had a standing annual checkup which included STI testing. He hadn’t had any other partner between his last checkup and Evan.

“You sure?” Tommy checked in, he always checked in.

“Tommy, if you don’t fuck me into this mat right now I swear–” Buck was cut off by Tommy thrusting hard against his ass, grabbing his chin, and kissing the younger man filthily until Buck was a puddle under him.

“Hold tight.” Tommy pecked Evan’s temple where his birthmark was, and then he was gone. Seconds later, he returned with the lube which was not intended for sex, but would work just fine in a pinch. 

Evan had dragged his shorts and briefs down with both hands while his cheek pressed into the floor, fingers fumbling in his haste. A finger quickly gave way to two, then three, and it wasn’t long before Evan begged for the main event.

That first slow thrust felt like sliding home. Buck was drooling into the mat; the prep had been done well and there was no resistance at all. Tommy bottomed out and Evan was already rocking shallowly against the older man, using his forearms as leverage. It had helped somewhat that Evan was regularly taking fingers, Tommy was not small in any way.

They were not gentle, as Evan coaxed Tommy into going harder and harder until Buck came with a keen and a hand in his hair. Evan squeezed around Tommy’s cock, chanting for him to come in me, please Tommy. And so he did, with a drawn out grunt, punched out of his gut with monster-truck force as his vision blurred. When he came to a few seconds later, the Evan under him had drool on his chin, cum dripping out of his ass, and a deeply sated grin on his face. Brat.

Evan had turned on his back and dragged Tommy down for kisses. They must have stayed like that for at least twenty minutes, just lazing about in the afterglow. At one point, Buck’s stomach grumbled and Tommy proposed a shower and a bite which Buck agreed to easily, even if that meant breaking apart for the time it took them to get to the bathroom.

Tommy remembered fondly, thinking about all the times that came after that, and all of the places it happened too. Just this morning, before the medal ceremony, Evan had climbed on top of him and ridden him while Tommy was halfway into putting on his dress blues. 

“Tonight, medals stay on.” Evan had said breathlessly against Tommy’s mouth as he took him like a pro, completely naked against the older, much more clothed man.

Tommy smiled internally.

“I’m wearing a medal.”

Okay. The big sisters were going to need more than just jokes. Just went to show how well Evan was loved.

“We are taking it very slow.” Lie. “In fact, I’m letting him set the pace–” Tommy tried not to look smug as he could see Hen trying to fight off a grin. That part was very true, but not nearly as much as the next. “–and I’m just trying to keep up.” 

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NP tags ~ @tizniz @hippolotamus

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Just Trying to Keep Up

BuckTommy | Tommy Kinard POV | complete | 4.8K | ao3

Summary: In which Tommy slowly realizes that 'letting Evan set the pace' means committing to a life of full speed ahead. (And he's more than happy to chase after him.)

Tommy wasn’t reckless. He took calculated risks. Ones that usually paid off like weighing his flying skills and a life debt against a hurricane.

Or, standing in the warm light of a kitchen, recalibrating everything he thought he knew about Evan Buckley and deciding between one heartbeat and the next to lean in for a gentle kiss…

* He took a moment, keeping his eyes closed after their lips parted, not quite ready to breathe yet and face any potential fallout. He wanted to savour the feeling of Evan’s mouth. Memorize it.

Tommy finally steeled himself and opened his eyes, only to be rewarded with a beautifully dazed smile…

And the promise of a date.

* The date was a miscalculation.

Evan was delightful funny intriguing …adorable, but he wasn’t ready. Tommy hated to walk away even when he knew it was the right choice. He’d been down that road before—more times than was good for him and he couldn’t let himself throw caution to the wind to do it again.

Especially because he really, really wanted to…

But Tommy wasn’t willing to risk that crash and burn.

* After that failed first attempt, a week of trying to get Evan off his mind, and a second chance where ‘I think maybe that something could be with you’ was followed up with ‘Come with me to my sister’s wedding’, Tommy realized that he might take calculated risks, but Evan…

Evan took leaps of faith.

(continue reading on ao3)

[tevanbegins]

An updated list of my Tevan/Bucktommy fics on Ao3:

8. Dads and Daughters

(family/domestic fluff)

7. Wedding Fever

(family fluff, romantic fluff, romantic comedy, marriage proposal, engagement)

6. The Ghosts of My Past

(emotional hurt/comfort, domestic fluff)

5. Flying Lessons, Hot Rewards

(smut, domestic fluff)

4. With a Little Help From Our Friends

(breakup/makeup, romcom)

3. Wings of Pride

(romantic fluff, queer pride, PDA)

2. Math Troubles

(family/domestic fluff)

1. I've Never Known a Love Like This

(domestic fluff, emotional hurt/comfort)

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[evnnkinard]

decided to do a little re-write of this ficlet because i wasn't happy with it. adjusted a few sentences, added in a few paragraphs, and over 800 extra words later, i like it better. i think.

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buck opens his eyes, and then immediately forces them shut again. he groans, softly, and buries his face further into his pillow, away from the early morning sunlight peaking it's way into his room.

he gives himself a moment, slowly reacquaints himself with being awake, and allows full awareness to filter back into his brain in soft, hazy increments; he feels the sleep warm pillow under his cheek, first, and notices the chill settling on his torso from where he's pushed the covers down to his hips sometime in the night, next. hums, quietly, unconsciously, when he finally registers the warm, solid body of his boyfriend lying next to him; the line of heat down his side, his thigh, telling him that they haven't moved an inch from each other despite a whole night having had the chance to separate them in their sleep.

he opens his eyes again, then, and blinks, forcing the sleep from them, feels helpless against the soft smile already forming on his lips. he rolls his head to the side, and pauses, has to take another moment, his breath catching momentarily in his chest at the sight that greets him.

tommy's still gone to the world, his face already turned towards buck, slack and beautiful in his sleep. his hair's an unruly mess on top of his head, product having loosened and freed his curls in his sleep. his crows feet have smoothened out, only traces of the deep, happy lines that they are in the day, and his lips are parted, soft huffs of air escaping with every breath he takes. buck wants to bottle the sound; wants to bottle every sound. hopes he gets to hear it again and again and again.

he stays there, head turned, looking, and just breathes, for a moment. takes in his boyfriend, takes in every little detail that he can, every feature, every line, every mark, and ingrains it into his memory, not because he's afraid- although, maybe, just a little, because he still can't quite believe that he gets to have this sometimes, that he gets to have tommy -but because he's greedy, because he wants to learn and know and have every piece of tommy that he can, every part of tommy that tommy's willing to hand over of himself, wants to hold them all close and show them all off and tuck them all away inside himself, safe.

buck's helpless against the way his heart swells steadily in his chest, then, and aches, so softly, so sweetly, as it grows with the amount of fondness, affection- emotions he's not quite ready to put a name to yet, he feels, more and more, everyday, for the man lying next to him.

he decides, then, a little desperately, that looking's not enough, that he wants- needs, to touch. he doesn't think tommy would mind, he never does; always welcomes buck's touch, his endless affection, with soft features, happy eyes, a pleased smile, always makes room for him and his need to be close, never gets annoyed, or acts like it's too much, like buck's too much. he always, easily, returns it back, like it's something he wants, enjoys, and he's not just indulging him. like he wants buck close to him, too.

buck turns onto his side, and shifts closer, and then closer still. he rests his head in that safe space where tommy's shoulder meets his neck and brings a hand up to his chest, trails his fingers over tommy's skin with gentle, barely there touches, doesn't want to wake him, and moves his fingers down his chest, his side, carefully, so carefully, over his scars, and then across his stomach, coming to a stop just below his belly button. he brings his hand back up, and then repeats the process, again and again.

he gets lost in the movement, the world outside his bed quietening, narrowing down until all he knows is tommy. he lets his mind wander, thinks about the previous night, about how he'd cooked tommy dinner, and how tommy had refused to let him wash up afterwards. how he'd directed him away from the sink when he'd tried, and gently, firmly, nudged him into sitting on a stool at the counter, how he'd pressed a quick kiss into the side of buck's head, then, and how the feeling of his lips, the butterflies they'd left behind in his stomach, had lingered long after he'd moved away.

he thinks about, how, after the last plate had been put away, his boyfriend had dried off his hands, pulled out his phone and put on a playlist of slow songs. how he'd walked back over to buck, set it on the counter and held out his hand, eyes sparkling, crinkling, in that way that buck was quickly, quietly, becoming obsessed with, and said, dimples on show, "dance with me, evan." how they'd danced in the kitchen, then, song after song, smiling and giggling and trading, soft, slow kisses.

he thinks about how he hadn't wanted tommy to leave at the end of the night, how tommy hadn't wanted to leave, either. how, inbetween kisses, he'd pulled away from tommy's mouth, breathless, and tipped his head forward, gently resting his forehead against tommy's own. how, in the space between their lips, he'd asked, "stay?" how tommy had answered, easily, always so easily, "of course."

he thinks about how easy it was to fall into bed together, like they'd done it a thousand times before, and how they'd kissed then, unhurried at first, but quickly turning heated. how one of tommy's hands, big, and rough, and burning into buck's skin with every touch, had wrapped around them both, while the other had pinned his hips to the mattress.

how tommy had cleaned them both up afterwards, and then pulled buck into his arms, held him, warm, safe, and stayed.

he feels tommy start to shift beneath him, then, feels his breathing change as he hums contentedly, the sound vibrating softly through buck's fingers as he trails them back up to his boyfriend's chest. he stops there, and presses his hand down, palm flat against tommy's skin, and feels his heart beating, strong and steady; thinks, fleetingly, before pushing the thought down with a reminder of too soon, too soon, that he'd carve out his own to keep it that way.

tommy shifts again, then, brings up one of his hands to rest against the nape of buck's neck, and teases the hair there with his fingers. the other, he places over buck's own hand, still sitting over his heart, and squeezes, tangling their fingers together. there's a kiss dropped onto the top of his head, then, and a gravelly, sleep soft voice murmurs, "morning, evan," into his curls.

"h-hey, good morning," bucks says, and tucks his face further into tommy's neck. hides his smile, giddy, pleased, and his lightly flushed cheeks, there.

the fingers at the back of his neck stroke a little more firmly, tommy's nails scratching lightly, every now and then, against his scalp, and buck all but purrs, and melts further into his boyfriend. the hand holding his own moves, and then there's two familiar fingers hooking underneath his chin, nudging his face away from it's hiding place and bringing it smoothly up until their lips are brushing, but he doesn't move any further, doesn't kiss him like buck was expecting him to.

he holds buck in place, flicks his eyes between buck's own, soft, happy, the most beautiful blue, and says, "yeah, kid, it definitely is a good morning," and then before buck's cheeks have the chance to so much as tint, even slightly, he dips his head down the rest of way and catches buck's mouth with his own. his whole body sighs into the kiss, tommy swallowing his little, happy moan as their lips meet.

it's over before he would like, tommy pulling away with one last peck against his mouth. he runs his thumb across the edge of buck's jaw, lips red, smile soft. buck leans into the movement, unconsciously, and says, even though it's the last thing he wants to do, "we should get up. shower. get breakfast."

"mmm, yeah. not yet. wanna kiss you some more first."

and then, suddenly, he's being moved. tommy's hand travels from his chin down to his chest and he can't help the embarrassing sound that escapes him as he's manoeuvred, expertly, onto his back, tommy's weight pressing down onto him, pinning him, as both of his hands come up to bracket either side of his head, leaving his boyfriend to look down at him.

he can feel his whole face flushing at the movement, the heat quickly travelling down to his neck, his chest, as he lets out a stuttered breath, and says, "o-okay. that was hot," and settles one hand against the back of tommy's head, curls his fingers into his hair, a little, and brings the other to rest lightly against his shoulder. he thinks, privately, about how he's going to have to ask tommy to do that again, sometime.

tommy laughs and smiles down at him, his whole face a perfect picture of mischeif. his eyes roam over buck's own, down to his lips and then back up again before he leans down, slowly, eyes glinting, and purposely misses buck's mouth; drops a kiss to his nose, instead, and then his cheek, his jaw, and starts to trail kisses down buck's neck. his breath hitches in his chest, and he can't help the small sounds, and gasps, that leave him as tommy's morning stubble scratches gently against his skin on his descent.

he stops at buck's collarbone, and then slowly makes his way back up, tracing the path he followed down, before finally, finally, reaching buck's mouth and kissing him there. he slides his tongue, teasing, against buck's bottom lip and buck opens up for him eagerly, tangles his fingers further into the short hair at the back of tommy's head and tries to drag him closer, still. he moans, happy, when tommy gets the message and presses further into him, the heat of his body sending sparks through buck's own.

tommy kisses him until he's breathless, and they're both panting into each other's mouths, and then only gives buck a moment before he's sealing the gap between their lips and kissing him, again, and again, and again.

they don't make it down for breakfast for a while.

[aaronsinferno]

I really need a BuckTommy cooking date where Buck is in his element, standing over the stove or chopping onions on the counter, mixing ingredients like a mad man. It's just the two of them, catching up after their busy schedules kept them apart. Sharing stories about how crazy their shifts were recently and express how much they've missed one another. Buck insists on doing all the cooking himself, refusing Tommy’s offers to help. He just wants Tommy with him. He wants to do this for him. As Buck cooks, he narrates his process every now and then, using Tommy as his taste tester, occasionally popping pieces of ingredients into Tommy’s mouth. There’s a constant refilling of wine glasses and soft music playing in the background, mingling with the mouth-watering smell of the food. Their laughs echo throughout the kitchen and small lingering touches betray how much they’ve really missed each other’s company. Despite their inability to keep their hands off one another, they manage to keep their composure.

Until after dinner, that is.

[ily-tothecore]

bucktommy fic recs - all completed (part four)

want you more than a melody by alchemystique - tommy is a little concerned they may be moving too fast, buck reassures him. this one made me cry a little, in a good way.

loverboy by alchemystique - buck calls tommy his boyfriend, tommy calls buck his partner. they talk about why. SO cute.

(shovel) talks by alchemystique - they chat about the henren shovel talk. so cheesy, i love it.

what the agony had been for by alchemystique - 'buck meets some of the people that have helped shape tommy.' LOVED this one.

reaping the rewards by idontgohereeither - eddie catches the boys being cute and records it. adorable.

the ultimate treasure hunt by firewasabeast - a cute as fuck proposal fic. loved this so much.

tell me how you like it by screamingcolours - 'tommy admits to being a sub in bed. buck is more than on board with it.'

just a pinch of a salt in the wound (you'll be fine) by snarkymuch - 'tommy wakes to find evan already downstairs, coffee made, and staring daggers at a busted-up shoebox in the living room.' this is so sweet omg.

more bucktommy recs: part one, part two, part three

[theotherbuckley]

a thousand ways to call you mine (complete)

bucktommy | Chapters 2/2 | 12.6K | E

Tommy wraps his arm around his side and kisses down his neck, nuzzling into the curve of his shoulder before he freezes, then turns to him, blinking slowly as he takes a deep breath, the pet name seemingly catching up to his brain. “Evan, baby, sweetheart, darling, man of my dreams, where in the ever-loving fuck are you getting these names?” he asks, pulling away to face Buck with a look of exasperation. “The internet?” he replies, the word coming out like a question, as if he hasn’t dedicated a good deal of the last few months scouring the web for the perfect thing to call his boyfriend.

(Or a 10+1 fic where Buck tries to find the perfect pet name to call his boyfriend)

Read on ao3

[wikiangela]

you know when you know (I think I do)

rating: G words: 1.4k

[read on Ao3]

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“So, you and Buck.” Eddie finally gets on the topic he was clearly inching towards the whole evening. Tommy’s lips involuntarily turn up into a smile.

“Yeah. What about us?” He asks, still turned towards the TV, then takes a sip of his beer.

“You guys are, uh, together. Dating.” Eddie fiddles with the label on his beer bottle, sounding a little hesitant and awkward.

“Have been for weeks now.” Tommy nods, smile widening at the mere thought of Evan. He leans his head back against the back of the couch, then turns more towards Eddie. “Any particular reason you’re bringing it up now?”

“Uh, not really. I mean, I’m so happy for you guys, and, uh, it’s none of my business, I just-” He takes a deep breath. Tommy waits, curious about what his friend might have to say. “Listen, Tommy, I don’t wanna be one of these friends who’s all ‘if you hurt him, I’ll kill you’, that’s not me.” Eddie starts, cringing at the words. “Besides, he’s a grown man who’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself.”

“True.” Tommy nods. He can already see where Eddie’s going with it. Tommy finds it sweet how much people in Evan’s life love him and care for him, and are protective of him, but not to a weird or unhealthy degree. He can appreciate that.

“But he’s my best friend.” Eddie continues. “And I just worry.”

“Okay?” Tommy prompts when Eddie falls silent, a frown on his face, like he’s considering his next words.

“He’s been through a lot. In general, but also relationship-wise. I’ve seen only part of it, but I’ve heard it all. And I just- I don’t want him to get hurt again.” 

“I’m not planning to hurt him, Eddie.” Tommy says softly. It’s obvious, and he knows what Eddie meant, but he wants to voice it anyway. He would never, ever, in a million years, do anything that could even remotely hurt his Evan. And if he did so unknowingly, he doesn’t think he’d forgive himself. Evan is such a ray of sunshine, he’s so good and sweet, and genuine, and Tommy would do anything just to keep that radiant smile on his face. 

“I know that.” Eddie shakes his head briefly. “People rarely do. It’s just that, Buck always gives a thousand percent of himself into everything.” A fond smile appears on his face, and Tommy is once again witness to the amazing bond those two have. This kind of friendship is so rare, they’re both so lucky to have each other – and Tommy is lucky to be let into it, even just a little bit. “Once he’s in, he’s in. And, Tommy,” Eddie looks him in the eyes, “Buck is definitely in, all the way, no turning back. He’s falling for you so hard and so fast, and letting all his guards down. Because that’s Buck, that’s what he does. And I just don’t want him to get too deep before you’re ready, before you’re both ready, and I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I get it.” Tommy nods once, because of course he sees where Eddie’s coming from. “But you have nothing to worry about, Eddie. With Evan…” His lips curl into a smile around the word. “I’m already so far gone.” He shakes his head a little. “I know it’s soon, but I’m really falling for him.” He says quietly, but surely. He’s not used to this, talking about his feelings, about dating, about a person he’s seeing, especially not with someone he’s only known for such a short time. But he and Eddie became fast friends, and he’s Evan’s best friend, and Tommy feels safe enough to say it. He’s also honest and straightforward, and he likes to say it how it is, and this is how it is. He’s falling – or, to be honest, has fallen already – very fast and very hard for Evan Buckley, and he doesn’t feel the need to hide it. Evan is it for him. And he’s going to tell him that soon.

“Good.” Eddie says, tone serious, but a soft smile is forming on his lips. “He’s very lovable. You’d be an idiot to not fall for him.”

“I know.” Tommy grins. From the moment they met, he knew there’s something about Evan, something that pulled him in, got his attention right away. They laughed about it later, after they officially started dating and talked about that whole situation, how Evan put so much effort into trying to get his attention, but he had it anyway, from the start. Tommy was just more subtle about it, and he couldn’t figure out if Evan was flirting that day he gave him the Harbor tour or not. Seems like even Evan didn’t know. He’s so adorable, and kind, and bright and happy like sunshine personified. How was Tommy supposed to take one look at him and not develop a crush, that only seems to keep intensifying the more he gets to know him?

“And, for the record, I don’t want you to get hurt, either. We’re friends, too. Unless you break my best friend’s heart, that is.” He adds, his tone a little teasing, before his smile changes into something fond and genuine. “I’m really happy you guys found each other, truly. I’ve never seen him like this.” He chuckles quietly, shakes his head. “I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but I can already tell you two just make sense. So, take good care of my best friend, Kinard.”

“Of course. I plan on it.” Tommy says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. 

“Just, not too much PDA when I’m hanging out with you guys, yeah?” He grimaces. “I don’t wanna feel like I’m third-wheeling a boys' night.” He laughs, and so does Tommy.

“Well, I’m not really a big PDA guy anyway.” He shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But who knows, I can’t really keep my hands to myself around Evan.”

“And it’s time to change the subject,” he shakes his head furiously, “I don’t wanna hear more than I have to. Buck already tells me way too much.” Eddie says quickly, and Tommy laughs again. 

But the subject changes, and their attention is mostly back on the game playing on the TV. They spend the rest of the evening like this, watching sports, drinking beer and chatting. That’s how Evan finds them when he lets himself into Tommy’s house later, since he left the door unlocked.

He walks into the room, says hi to Eddie, then unceremoniously plops down in Tommy’s lap, giving him a long, sweet kiss, smiling into it. Tommy’s free hand circles around his waist, the other still holding his beer.

“Hello to you, too, Evan, how was your day?” Tommy chuckles when they pull away, his nose rubbing against Evan’s. He was spending the day with Jee-Yun, giving Maddie and Howie the day to themselves.

“It was good, we went to the playground, and then to help Bobby and Athena with unpacking, and then had coffee at Hen’s.” Evan grins, his face still so close to Tommy’s he almost looks blurry. “But I missed you so much.” He presses another kiss to Tommy’s lips, which Tommy obviously reciprocates. When he pulls away and glances at Eddie, expecting him to have an amused but annoyed look on his face, or maybe a faux-disgust, but what he finds instead is the fondest, proudest look he’s seen from him, as he looks straight ahead at the TV, giving them a semblance of privacy. Eddie looks just genuinely so happy for his best friend, for both of them. It warms Tommy’s heart. Eddie glances at them, and their eyes meet, and he just rolls his eyes fondly, but is still smiling.

“Okay, baby, I missed you, too, but let’s leave that for later or Eddie won’t want to hang out with us anymore.” Tommy says, and Evan pulls away further, chuckling.

“Eh, we always have each other.” He teases and shrugs, and Eddie scoffs loudly.

“You know I can’t watch basketball with you. Or do Muay Thai.” Tommy raises his eyebrow, giving Evan a knowing look. He can barely watch any sports with Evan, actually, because he never really gets into it, and whenever he gets bored, somehow they end up making out through the whole thing. Evan’s really good at distracting Tommy from just about anything.

“Oh, that’s all you need me for?” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Fine, then I’ll just leave you two-” he starts getting up, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Sit down and drink your beer.” Buck laughs, as he climbs off Tommy’s lap and pulls out a phone out of his pocket. Eddie sits back down, laughing as well. “I’m gonna order pizza for dinner. Any preferences?”

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