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Buck's always joked that if he ever got a medal like Eddie's Silver Star, he'd never take it off. And now he does have his very own Medal of Valor for rescuing Bobby and Athena's cruise. But it's not his medal he comes to have a brand new appreciation for.

No. Instead, Buck gets very, very, very well acquainted with Tommy's Medal of Valor.

Notes:

this comes in very late given the finale has already aired and i'm just not posting a fic that follows up from the events of 7x09 lmao

but well...better late than never right? and if any of y'all have seen the finale and that scene...lol i will be working on a follow of this fic inspired by that scene in the following days hahaha

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Buck remembers telling Eddie once upon a time that, if he had a medal he’d wear it all the time. That was a couple of years ago and now that Buck does indeed have his own medal he can’t help but think back to that moment. To those words he uttered. Then he looks down at the matching velvet boxes sitting on top of the dresser and reaches inside one to pull out a gleaming gold medal hanging on a red ribbon.

He admires the design, traces his fingers along each and every line, feels the name etched into the back of it, and slowly lifts it to fit over his head. He sighs, shivering as the cold medal falls to rest against the bare skin of his chest. Buck looks at himself in the mirror and takes in the open collar of his shirt and the shiny hardware resting against his fair skin. The dark lines of his tattoo peaking through contrasting prettily with the shine of the medal—a Medal of Valor.

He’s still admiring the medal through the mirror’s reflection when familiar arms wrap themselves around his waist and Buck finds himself being pulled flush against a broad, muscled body.

“Hi.” Buck breathes out, still at times disbelieving that this is his life right now. A hero honored by the city of Los Angeles, and most importantly, he’s got a dreamy firefighting pilot boyfriend who makes him feel small in the most comforting and safe way.

“You know that’s not an actual necklace right, baby?” Tommy teases, grazing his nose up the line of Buck’s throat and breathing Buck in.

Buck watches in the mirror as Tommy kisses that spot just underneath his ear, sending shivers down his spine. One of Tommy’s hands dances under the hem of Buck’s mostly unbuttoned shirt, ghosting over his abs before tracing over his shirt and slowly making its way up Buck’s chest, landing to cover the medal laying right over Buck’s sternum.

“It does look so pretty on you, sweetheart.” Another kiss followed by a quick nip at Buck’s ear lobe and Buck can’t help but moan at the sensation. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Tommy’s fingers follow the same path Buck’s did only minutes ago, moving along the lines of the medal and then reaching around to feel the name etched there. But when Tommy turns over the medal expecting to see Buck’s name, what reflects back at them from the mirror are two other words: Tommy Kinard.

And in the mirror, Buck watches as Tommy’s blue eyes darken with hunger.

He watches as the older man smirks from behind him before dipping his head to bite Buck right at the juncture of where neck meets shoulder, right over the ribbon sitting there, teeth digging into fabric and flesh. Buck slumps back into Tommy’s hold, knees suddenly weak, and the only thing holding him up was the older man’s arms. He mouths something into Tommy’s ears, whimpering as blunt teeth dig in deeper. He’s gonna be wearing that mark for weeks, Buck has no doubt about that.

“What’s that, baby?” Tommy finally releases his hold on Buck’s shoulder and looks up to admire his handy work.

Buck knows what he must look like. They’ve barely done anything. Tommy has barely done anything and Buck already knows he looks absolutely wrecked. But still, he wants to see for himself. So with more effort that the move should take, Buck turns his own eyes back on to the mirror and moans at the sight that greets him.

There he is, shirt unbuttoned, gleaming gold medal hanging right above his heart, red ribbon nearly blending in with the red flush of his body. His chest is heaving as he’s all but collapsed in Tommy’s arms, one hand digging into Tommy’s arm around his waist and the other has somehow found its way into the other man’s hair, grasping the strands tightly to no complaint from Tommy at all. A light tickling touch at his side has his attention turning downwards. He traces the lines of his own body down, down, down to where his cock is tenting his pants obscenely. Tommy hasn’t even touched him other than that one bite and already Buck can see a damp spot starting to form right at the front of his pants.

He squirms. He can feel the wet slide of his cock against the fabric of his boxers. It’s uncomfortable and so very hot.

“More.” Buck’s voice sounds strained but he doesn’t care. His hand is already moving towards his pants, wanting to relieve the strain on his cock, only to be slapped away by Tommy.

“No, baby.” The words are whispered directly into his ear, Tommy’s breath hot against the sensitive skin there. “No touching. You touch and I stop.”

And then Tommy is unbuttoning his pants and pushing it and his boxers down until they fall to his ankles. His shirt is also pulled off and tossed aside. In less than a second, Buck is standing in all his naked glory wearing nothing but Tommy’s Medal of Valor hanging around his neck while his boyfriend remains fully clothed. The contrasting picture they made has Buck releasing another moan, cock twitching as it continues to drool precum.

“T–Tommy.” He whines when the older man’s hands retreat.

Buck expected Tommy to touch him, to take him in hand and take care of him. Instead, Tommy’s one arm goes back around Buck’s waist, pulling him even closer than before. Buck’s ass grazes against the rough texture of Tommy’s jeans and he can’t help but arch his back a little more, rubbing against the other man’s crotch. He can feel Tommy’s equally erect cock and he wiggles around, wanting more. Buck whines as Tommy trusts forward just the tiniest bit, hips angled just right as his clothes length slides right between Buck’s cheeks, rough denim rubbing near-painfully against Buck’s twitching hole.

“Ah!” Buck cries out, head thrown back. “I—I want—”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Tommy licks into Buck’s mouth, swallowing whatever words the younger man was about to say. It didn’t matter. Buck wasn’t sure anything he did would even be coherent. He just wants. He wants Tommy to touch him. He wants Tommy inside him, fucking him. He wants to feel the drag of Tommy’s huge cock as it carves a path inside his body.

With whatever strength he can muster, Buck pulls Tommy back by the hair, panting for breath even as he turns once more to take in the reflection of them in the mirror.

Without Buck even noticing, Tommy has wrapped the ribbon of the medal around one big hand, lifting it up, up, up Buck’s chest. The coldness of the gold as it moves up Buck’s hot skin leaves him shaking. He doesn’t say anything, but when their eyes catch each other’s reflection, all Buck needed to do was blink and Tommy knew exactly what to do.

One small yank of Tommy’s fist and the hard edge of the medal is now pressed close against Buck’s windpipe. It was just enough for Buck to feel the pressure of something cutting off his airway, but not nearly enough to push Buck anywhere near the edge. But it doesn’t stop his cock from paying attention, jumping in excitement as Tommy slowly increases the pressure on the ribbon, pulling the medal further and further back. Buck lets out a breathy gasp and pulls Tommy down into a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than actual lips.

He so wants to reach down at touch, to take his leaking cock in hand and feel the precum practically ooze out from his grip. Buck is so wet right now he knows he’s dripping all over and making a mess. And the thought has him moaning all over again, squirming and wiggling in Tommy’s tight hold.

“Pleeeease.” He mewls.

“You want more, baby?” Tommy’s dripped with dark promises and finally he wraps a hand around Buck’s erection, pumping once, twice, gathering up the precum that’s since covered Buck’s entire cock. “So wet for me, baby.”

Buck yells out at the sensation and then cries when the hand disappears again. He opens his mouth to beg but before any words could fall from his lips, he fills fingers at his entrance. Between one second and the next, Buck feels like his back is about to break apart as he arches forward; Tommy has thrust two fingers inside to the last knuckle with no more than a quick trace of Buck’s twitching rim beforehand. Buck’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as the coldness of the medal presses even more into his burning skin. If he didn’t know better, he’d be certain the etching of Tommy’s name on the underside of the medal would be forever transferred to his skin.

And the thought has Buck pushing his hips back further onto Tommy’s fingers, angling them so that the blunt tips brush right up against his prostate, sending sparks across his every nerve ending. His body feels like it is on fire; he is burning from the inside out.

Sex with Tommy always feels extra intense, unlike any of Buck’s prior experiences. Tommy is able to make Buck feel things he didn’t know he had been missing.

So the thought of being marked forever with Tommy’s name scarred across his chest, right above his heart? Buck keens. Buck wants.

“T–Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,” Buck is babbling now, not even fully aware of what is coming out of his mouth. “Inside me, please. I want to feel you inside. I want to feel you splitting me open. I want to see it.”

His words must trigger something in Tommy because suddenly there’s three, then four fingers inside of him in quick succession, stretching him open to take Tommy’s giant cock. Each thrust of the older man’s finger striking Buck on his prostate, sending him closer and closer to the edge. He’s so, so close. He can feel it, he’s about to cum.

And then Tommy is yanking the medal off of Buck. But instead of tossing it aside, Buck feels something soft and rough wrapping around the base of his cock. His eyes snap open as whatever it is starts to constrict, cutting off his orgasm abruptly. He looks in the mirror, takes in the hungry, nearly animalistic glint in Tommy’s eyes, and then down to where his cock is…around which hangs Tommy’s Medal of Valor, the red ribbon just a shade brighter than his own angry, wet erection.

A powerful thrust of Tommy’s hand pushes Buck’s hips forward. The medal swings out and then in, the icy feeling of the gold falling to land right on Buck’s balls has him straining, whining loudly into the air.

“Shhh…” Tommy soothes even as his fingers never slow down. His free hand returns to wrap around Buck’s neck, holding him lightly, squeezing but not using any pressure; a warm reassurance. He’s pushing Buck closer and closer to that edge again. Buck’s erect strains against its restraints. “Look at me, baby.”

Buck looks at Tommy in the mirror. Hazy blue eyes meeting hungry blue eyes, so dark they may as well be black.

Then the fingers are gone.

But Buck isn’t given time to even think before they’re replaced by a familiar blunt head of Tommy’s cock. The thought that he didn’t even hear Tommy’s zipper opening briefly crosses his mind. But this time there’s no warning at all before Tommy is pushing in in one long stroke, not stopping until he has bottomed up, and all coherent thoughts fly out of Buck’s head. Then Tommy is moving before Buck has even had a chance to adjust to the sudden feeling of being filled up to the brim. He can feel every inch of Tommy inside of him and his body clenches involuntarily.

He feels so, so full he can hardly breathe, not helped by Tommy’s hand still wrapped tight around his throat. The older man still isn’t applying any pressure, but he doesn’t need to. Buck pushes his throat into Tommy’s palm, chasing that feeling of breathlessness.

“God, you always look so pretty split open on my cock.”

And he does. Buck takes in his reflection—their reflection—and a whimper falls from his lips. He looks beyond wrecked. He looks destroyed. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears and lips kiss bruised and swollen; his skin was blotchy with redness making the dark lines of his tattoos stand out even more; he is leaving scratch marks down Tommy’s arm, he’s grabbing on so tight, while his other arm is thrown over both their shoulders, no doubt leaving similar marks down Tommy’s back; his cock curves dramatically towards his stomach, precum spilling out unendingly, dripping down his erection and soaking the ribbon tied there into a dark red.

In the mirror, Buck tries his best to maintain eye contact with Tommy again, but he can’t help his eyes trailing downwards again. And that’s when he sees it. As Tommy fucks into him relentlessly, sends him over the edge untouched despite the ribbon wrapped around his cock. Because right there, right above Buck’s drooling cock is the smallest of bulges, moving with the rhythm of Tommy’s cock as it moves in and out of Buck’s body.

Right there was Tommy’s cock, extending Buck’s belly.

Buck is gone.

Vision whitening out as he cums.

His brain feels like it’s leaking out of his ears, his orgasm hits so hard. He chokes out one last word before falling boneless in Tommy’s ready arms, completely unaware of what he even said:

Daddy.”

Buck is only vaguely aware as Tommy follows him over the edge. He thinks he cums again when Tommy unwraps the ribbon from around his cock, as he is pumped full of Tommy’s cum.

— — —

The next day, Tommy gets a picture from Buck right as he’s climbing into his chopper.

It was a close up shot of the bite mark Tommy left on Buck’s shoulder with the message:

my favorite award 😉

Notes:

did i try to rush to get this fic out before the finale aired? yes. did i manage? no. but thank god cause i got to go back and...ehem add a few things lol ikyky

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