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Buck has to admit… Tommy covered in soot with his hair free of product and all curly is doing things for him.
Watching Tommy around his family and friends, congratulating Maddie but avoiding touch so he won"t stain the dress, smiling shy and tentative as he meets Buck"s sister for the first time, running his fingers through his hair in that way Buck is desperately dying to do himself. It"s… really doing it for him.
The thing between them is new and fresh and a little uncertain but Buck can"t help but to feel giddy with the newness of it. How exciting everything is. How freeing.
Tommy makes him loose, light, wakes up every section of his body from the tips of his toes to his chest, warmth rolls into his ribcage like clouds over the water, huge, blocking everything else out. And after the day they"ve had, can you blame Buck for wanting a little release?
So, it might be a little reckless and stupid— which, if you think about it, it"s kind of Buck"s brand— but he waits patiently for the exact right moment where he can take Tommy"s hand and guide him away from the crowd.
It"s not hard to achieve and it doesn"t take long. Maddie and Chimney are the center of attention right now and everyone is so happy and distracted, that no one notices when Buck grabs Tommy and walks away.
“Evan,” Tommy chuckles, soft and sweet and making anticipation sing over Buck"s skin like a wave washing over the shore. “What are you doing?”
“I just want a private moment with you.” Buck shrugs, turning around and starting to walk backwards as he gazes at Tommy through his eyelashes and a sheepish smile, biting down on his lower lip. “Can you blame me?”
“Where are we even going?” Tommy smiles, indulgent and patient and so fucking pretty that Buck wants to cry and fall down on his knees right then and there.
“To the supply closet at the end of the hallway.” Buck leans forward until his lips are just a few inches away from Tommy, whispering conspiratorially. “I happen to know the nurses and doctors always use that one for a quickie, so we probably won"t get interrupted.”
“I have… so many questions.” Tommy blinks at him, the smile still not quite leaving his expression. “Like, first of all— How do you know this?”
“Please, I know this hospital like the back of my hand. One more concussion and I"d probably be getting a free stay or something.” Buck only half jokes.
“That"s very concerning. We are going back to talk about that later, y"know?”
“It"s part of the job.” Buck shrugs.
“It seems more for you than for others.” Tommy shoots back, raising an eyebrow.
“Shut up.” Buck rolls his eyes and pulls Tommy in for a quick kiss. God, he thinks now that he"s started, he can"t stop. Even when Tommy tastes of soot and ash, Buck is addicted to it, because there"s still that unique and sweet taste that is so him underneath it all.
“Are you sure about this?” Tommy asks a few minutes later when Buck is practically shoving him into the small space and closing the door behind them. “You do realize you"re literally shoving me back into the closet?” The man smirks. “Is this gonna be a common theme in our dates, Buckley?”
Buck doesn"t dignify that with an answer, just kisses Tommy again. His tongue slips into his mouth, experimentally, and then a little deeper, tangling with Tommy"s.
Buck reaches down and gets his hand under Tommy"s coat, pulling it out and then pulling the shirt tucked in between his pants amd stuck to his body with the sweat from the fire he"s been in as well. Buck scratches blunt fingernails across Tommy"s pelvis, making the man"s head fall back, heating the wall with a dull thud.
“Evan,” He gasps, making a sound in his throat that"s somehow both a warning and a plead.
“Yeah?”
“We can"t—” A small crease forms in between Tommy"s brows and Buck can see the guy is debating with himself. “We don"t have to rush into anything, you know that, right?
“But…” Buck licks his lips and presses against Tommy, their breaths mixing in the miniscule space left between them. “What if I want to? Tommy, I"ve been dying to kiss you, explore every inch of you since you first kissed me. It"s like, you broke down this dam inside of me.” Buck chuckles and shakes his head, his nose brushing against Tommy"s as he does. “Tell me if this is too much or if I"m making you uncomfortable— but please, don"t hold back on my account.”
If he"s being honest, Buck doesn"t really know how to do slow. And it"s not like he wants to rush head first into this and see it explode in his face when it doesn"t work out like many of his past failed relationships— but Tommy is dofferent, he thinks.
Tommy is a breeze of fresh air. Tommy is nice and patient and funny and Buck wants him.
He wants him in a way he hasn"t felt in a long time.
“You"re so damn eager, Evan.” Tommy murmurs, his eyes flicking down to Buck"s lips and his hand coming up to cup his cheek, his thumb brushing against his lower lip teasingky. “You"re adorable.” Tommy dips forward and kisses him.
And then Tommy"s got his hands on Buck"s hips, rubbing his thumbs into the fabric of his hoodie.
“I wanna blow you,” Buck breathes out on an impulse. “I"ve been wanting to do it since you first kissed me. Since you came into my apartment, all confident and pretty like that.” Buck babbles, feeling awkward and exposed and needy. But he can"t stop. He can"t help but to let the words out, murmuring them against Tommy"s lips.
“You don"t hold back, do you?” Tommy laughs but it"s low and hoarse. And then, softer, he says— “You don"t have to do it.”
“But can I?” Buck opens his eyes and gazes at him shy and tentative, unsure. “I want to try,”
“God, Evan, you"re gonna be the death of me.” Tommy groans but after a few seconds of hesitations nods his head. “Just know you can change your mind at any moment, okay? Don"t feel pressured or anytging.” Tommy cards comforting fingers through Buck"s hair, tugging just a little at the end.
It sends a little, fuzzy thrill of warmth and fondness through him, every time that Tommy is so gentle and caring and kind with him. How he lets Buck explore this new side of him without being suffocating or too pushy or too impatient.
“Okay,” Buck gives him one last kiss and can’t help himself, trails down a path of kisses down Tommy"s neck after. Teases him. Sucks just underneath his skin, bites the sensitive skin anf prins at the low, pleasing hiss that escapes Tommy"s mouth.
He’s teasing, leaning in more and more, lips brushing against the shell of Tommy"s ear, his neck, his jawline.
“God, you"re so hot. Even when you"re all dirty and messy like this, covered in soot.” Bucky mumbles into Tommy"s throat, grabbing at that perfect ass with his free hand.
Buck keeps his grip on Tommy"s ass, grinds them together before he’s even fully aware that’s what he’s doing. It’s a slow, shallow grind, their clothed cocks rubbing against each other, the fabric of their pants growing steadily damper.
Tommy"s hands are huge and greedy, clutching hard at Buck’s hips now, holding him in place so he can roll his hips against him. His dick is hard and hot and insistent against Buck’s thigh through their pants. Buck can’t fucking take it.
He eases down onto his knees, Tommy spreading his legs a little bit to give him space as Buck kneels in between them. He lifts his hands to the button on Tommy"s pants and hovers there for a few seconds, swallowing thickly.
He"s really doing this. This is really, actually happening.
Buck still wants to do it. He really does. He just needs a moment to process that the things he"s been fantasizing about for weeks now are turning into reality, fear and nervousness mixing inside of him along with anticipation and want. Pure, unapologetic want.
Fingers brush through his head again, careful and gentle. “Take your time, baby.”
Baby. Buck smiles at the nickname and feels heat rush to his cheeks. Buck could definitely get used to that.
He takes a deep breath and nods to himself before carefully unbuttoning and then unzipping Tommy"s pants. He slides his hands between the fabric and Tommy"s skin, cups his hands around Tommy"s hips and puts the pants down as he slides his palms down Tommy"s thighs.
Next, Buck works on Tommy"s boxer briefs, pulling them down and taking another moment for himself, just to look at him. To savor in the moment. Buck can take things slow when it counts, see?
Tommy is hard already, flushed and slightly leaking and Buck"s mouth waters a little at the sight. He wonders what it will taste like, what it would feel like.
He is used to being the experienced one— God knows he has a long list of past lovers and hook-ups trailing behind him. But this? This is new, unexplored territory for him. He"s watched porn, sure, but it"s different.
“Tell me if I do something wrong?” He hates how his voice wavers at the question.
But a gentle, soft thumb ghosts iver his cheekbone and when he looks up, Tommy"s eyes are shining with affection and desire. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly in an almost invisible line.
“It"s okay. You"re doing great already,” He sends a pointed look at his hard on. “ Clearly.”
Buck chuckles weakly and then wraps his hand around the base of Tommy"s cock as Tommy quitly watches him, eyes dark and molten. He gathers a little bit of the precum already there and strokes him lightly, then squeezes the base. Tries to do what he usually likes on himself, figures it"s the best way to go for now.
He thumbs the head of Tommy"s cock, rubs at the slit, and Tommy makes a noise like he’s going to fucking melt into the floor. Buck feels a little surge of pride and satisfaction flash in his chest at that, like he"s just gotten a gold star or something.
“Like that?”
“Yeah, that"s— that"s good. Keep going.” Tommy"s voice is so low and hoarse in a way Buck hasn"t heard before.
It makes something dark and smug curl inside of him in the best, most intoxicating way possible. And he wants more of it, he wants to drive the man as insane as he"s been driving Buck without even trying.
Buck drops his gaze and allows his eyes to flutter closed, licks blindly for the tip of Tommy"s dick and wraps his mouth around its head hesitantly, as he traces the shape of it with the tip of his tongue.
He knows that time is of the essence here. Someone is bound to notice they"ve been long way too long sooner rather than later— and even if everyone knows already, Buck would rather not have Bobby or Athena, or even worse, his parents, come in here while Buck"s mouth is half full of cock.
Buck tries to take a little more of it into his mouth, pays attention to the squeeze of Tommy"s hand in his hair, the parts where the man"s breath hitches or the sounds that escape him, seemingly out of his control.
Buck pays attention to everything about Tommy, to his every reaction, down to the minimal movement of his hips and stores them in his mind. Learns what to and what not to do.
Catalogs every single detail.
It"s not rocket science, really. Tommy seems to like wet, smooth, steady.
And Buck likes it. He loves it, even. He loves the weight of Tommy on his tongue when he works his lips down his cock to meet his knuckles. Loves the taste of it, a little salty and sour but not too much. A hint of sweetness underneath it, even, subtle but there.
Buck moans, greedily, adjusting his position so he can bob down a little further, coating more of Tommy"s cock in slick spit. He sets up a stubborn rhythm, pushing far and fast enough that he gags more than once and Tommy has to pull him back and ask if he"s okay.
The beginnings of tears prick at the corners of his eyes and Buck tries to blink them away, some of them falling down his cheeks and mixing with the mess of spit and cum in his chin. This is sloppy and messy and a part of him is getting off on that fact.
“Don"t try taking all of it in the first try, Evan.” Tommy groans, his hand tugging at his hair on the shy side of rough.
Buck nods, a whine trapped in the back of his throat.
He opens his eyes long enough to see the flush on Tommy"s cheeks, almost invisible in the dull light of the supply closet. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. Tommy tugs again, harder, but Buck ignores him in favor of sucking when he pulls off, cheeks hollowing— this might be his first time giving a blowjob, but what he likes in experience, he makes up for enthusiasm.
He knows this feels good because he"s had girls done it to him before. He has a few tricks up his sleeve.
Buck chokes again and learns to suck in air through his nose; the faster he moves, the less time he has to breathe on each push down.
Buck finds a nice pace, fast but not too much. Not frantic. Finds the sweet spot in between, moans when a fresh wave of precum coats his tongue.
“Evan,” Tommy says tightly, an effort to warn him. “Fuck, stop. I"m gonna come.”
Buck knows he probably should pull back. This is his first blowjob and he has already gagged and choked around Tommy"s cock an embarrassing amount of times— but go big or go home, right?
Buck shuffles an inch closer, knees dragging through the rough surface of the floor and knocking against the sides of Tommy"s work boots. He hums encouragingly and moans on purpose, sending vibration through Tommy"s cock as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks.
Buck"s thumbs massage into Tommy"s inner thighs. Buck breathes hard through his nose, careful not to scrap his teeth against Tommy"s cock. His jaw is starting to hurt a little bit but in an almost twistedly satisfying way, the kind of good sore you get from sex that"s just the tiniest bit uncomfortable but totally worth it.
Buck’s eyelids flutter and he makes another noise, muffled by Tommy"s cock. Volts of electrifying pleasure shooting through his entire nervous system just for this. Just for having Tommy heavy and wet in his mouth, making tiny little noises at the back of his throat and burying his hands on Buck"s hair.
“Fuck,” Tommy swears quietly, under his breath. “Evan.”
It"s everything and yet nothing like he imagined it would be. It"s ten times better.
Nothing that his stupid silly imagination could"ve come uo with, can come even close to this. The taste of it, the sensation of it on Buck"s mouth, how good it feels to be the one bringing Tommy to the edge, on the cusp of begging.
It"s a heady, powerful feeling that has Buck feeling dizzy with the pleasure of it.
He is painfully hard inside his own pants, his jeans uncomfortably tight and he presses a hand down his member, rubbing a little to relieve some pressure at the same time Tommy comes and releases inside his mouth. Buck writhes uncontrollably, tears blurring his vision.
Tommy"s stomach tenses impossibly tight, hard where Buck"s knuckles are brushing against it. The fingers in Buck"s hair tighten, bordering the side of pain as thick cum pulses onto Buck"s tongue.
Buck keeps his mouth still, stroking Tommy with his hand until he"s finished coming, swallowing a few times but still not being able to stop some cum to slip down the corners of his lips and down his chin, pooling in the hollow of his throat. Some of it even got on the neck of his hoodie.
He"s feeling floaty and painfully hard himself, but he doesn"t think there"s enough time for that. They"ve been gone too long. So, he forces himself to stop rubbing his dick over the fabric of his jeans and rests his forehead against Tommy"s hip while he catches his breath. Closes his eyes as he feels Tommy slowly softening in his hand and the man"s finger gently, carefully running through his hair, down his face, wipe some of the tears off Buck"s cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
Tommy keeps his fingers in Buck"s hair, lightly stroking his scalp until Buck is breathing easily again. He disentangles them once Buck breath has a steady rhythm, but he doesn’t move to push him away. Buck straightens so Tommy can tug his pants up and fasten them.
“I"m fine,” He cloaks, sounding like he smoked one hundred packs of cigarettes in a day. “That was so— hot.” He breathes out, flexing his jaw a little and then lifting his gaze to find Tommy staring down at him. “We should do that again soon.”
His voice is rough, feels like sandpaper when he talks. He desperately needs some ice water.
At that, Tommy chuckles and shakes his head. “You"re unbelievable.”
And then.
“Want me to return the favor?” Tommy"s attention is tightly focused on Buck still slightly panting mouth. He traces his thumb just under the curve of Buck"s bottom lip, which Buck knows must be red and swollen and still very wet.
“We probably should get out there soon,” Buck mutters but his cock jumps inside his jeans at the suggestion and he can"t help the slight whimper that escapes his lips. He"s still on his knees and his bad leg is starting to hurt a little bit, but the position, looking up at Tommy while Buck is on his knees— it"s sinful and heavenly all at once.
Tommy tilts his head, a dark smirk tugging at one side of his mouth. “I can make it quick. Besides, they"ve definitely figured out what we"re doing.”
Buck groans but lets Tommy manhandle him. One second he"s kneeling on the ground, and the other he"s being histked up and pinned against one of the closet walls, Tommy"s lips going straight for his neck.
“Fuck, that"s—”
“Are you okay? Do you need me to slow down?”
“Tommy, I swear if you stop now, I"m gonna die.”
Tommy chuckles and bites Buck"s earlobe, tugs it in between his teeth. He whispers hotly, “You were so hot just now. It"s like you were made to suck my cock, baby.”
Buck jolts and snaps his head back and moans. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. You were so desperate for it. Trying to take me all the way in.” Tommy trails a path of wet kisses down his neck, licking at his throat, some of his own precum and Buck"s spit. Licking up, up, up, until he"s licking inside Buck"s mouth, basically tongue fucking him as his hand sneaks unto Buck"s pants and squeezes him.
Buck thinks his vision whites for a moment. Tommy is bigger and stronger than him in a way he"s not used to but he"s starting to really like, Tommy practically pressing and holding him against the wall all on his own, Buck"s legs feeling weak and shaky and like he could melt into the floor if left to his own devices.
Tommy pulls Buck"s bottom lip between his teeth, swollen on spit slick. Buck pushes his tongue unto Tommy"s mouth and makes a whole slew of noises, muffled by the filthy, hard, demanding kiss they"re sharing.
Tommy pulls him out of his pants and starts stroking him, tight and fast and on the side of too much.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Buck whimpers, overstimulated and on the verge of coming. He is shaking and every muscle in his body is tightening in anticipation. Waves and waves of pleasure wash over him until he thinks he might pass out with the force of it.
It shouldn"t feel this good, he thinks, a blowjob and a quick handjob in a supply closet in a hospital with all of his loved ones down the hall. It shouldn"t feel this damn good like Buck might die any second from how amazing, incredible it feels. For how toe-curling, earth-shattering it feels.
But somehow, it does. Tommy makes it that way.
He looks down, sees Tommy"s big hand wrapped around his cock, moving fast and sloppy and Buck can"t take it anymore.
He can feel his balls going tight, can feel the heat building higher and higher, the tension winding tight around his spine until it snaps.
Every nerve ending in Buck"s body explodes all at once, he comes with a muffled moan against Tommy"s shoulder, raking his nails across his chest and arm.
Tommy milks him through it, oversensitive until Buck is whimpering and pulling away, can"t stop moaning and babbling, even though he is so spent and his throat feels raw and like gravel.
If this is how he feels after blowing Tommy and a handjob, he can"t wait to find out what it feels to be fucked. (Although he might need some more time to be ready for that, to feel like he"s ready for that.)
“You were snart, choosing this place.” Tommy mumbles after a few seconds and Buck"s brain is still all scrambled and his limbs still feel too loose and like they"re not quite connected to his body to understand.
“Mhm?” He makes a soft, confused little sound at the back of his throat and starts to turn to Tommy, whining just a little bit when the man takes a step back and Buck suddenly feels cold without Tommys warmth enveloping him like a blanket.
But then Buck forces himself to focus and sees Tommy getting some wipes from a box.
Right. Supply closet. Them covered in spit and cum and sweat.
Smart.
Tommy starts cleaning him and Buck lets him, smiling softly as he feels how gentle and careful Tommy is, a stark contrast to how rough he"s been just minutes ago, tugging at Buck"s hair until sharp little flashes of pain shoot throughout his scalp.
Tommy wipes the rest of the soot and cum on Buck"s face and smiles at him, kissing his skin as he goes.
It"s nice. Buck really could get used to this .
“I don"t usually do this kind of thing.” Tommy murmurs out of nowhere, minutes later when they"re both almost presentable and Tommy is adjusting the neck of Buck"s hoodie, fingers gracing the back of his neck and raising goosebumps in their wake.
“What do you mean?” Buck asks, voice still a little hoarse.
“Hook up in a supply closet. Have public spontaneous sex like this.” Tommy mutters, blush dusting his cheeks and that half smile that mostly shows in his eyes appears. Tommy gently presses two fingers under Buck"s chin and guides his head to look at him. “You"re a first to me too, Evan.”
“That"s—” Buck swallows thickly and his eyes dart all over Tommy"s face. “That"s actually really nice to hear, is that weird?”
“No,” Tommy chuckles, low and amused and leans forward to kiss him. This time is chaste and sweet, almost like the first time they kissed. “It"s cute.”
Buck grins. He doesn"t quite know what he"s doing yet or where this is going but he"s having fun, he"s exploring. He"s enjoying himself and Tommy"s company, hopeful for what may come in the future.
He really likes him.
“You"re also cute.” Buck murmurs shyly and kisses Tommy"s cheek as he grabs his hand and guides him out of the supply closet. “Wanna hang out after we"re done here?”
“Sure,” Tommy agrees easily. “I"m kinda beat but I could be persuaded with free food.”
Buck laughs, “I have a lot of food from Maddie and Chim"s catering that we never used. Be my guest.”
“Sounds like a plan.”