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Buck can’t stop staring at Tommy's hands.
Like, he knows he looks at them an unhealthy amount already, he’s very aware of that. They’re just so big. So strong and calloused from how much he works with his hands. And when he flexes them, all the veins and tendons pop in a way that makes Buck extremely weak at the knees. So yeah, he’s no stranger to staring at Tommy's hands, but this is beyond the pale. Ever since Tommy had mentioned trying to get his hand inside Buck, putting his whole, huge fist in his ass, it's all Buck can think about when he looks at them.
He thinks he might want that too.
He can just imagine the way Tommy would start with one finger, even when he knows Buck can start with two now, just to be a tease. And when Buck was thrusting back against him, trying to get him deeper, only then he would add another. By three Buck would be writhing, so close to begging for more. If Tommy was feeling nice he wouldn't make Buck beg, but if he was feeling like Buck needed it, needed to be Dommed a little, well, then Tommy would absolutely make him beg. Four fingers would have Buck nearly crying, red faced and sweaty as he whimpered, biting at his lips until Tommy kissed him to stop. And then five, when Tommy's thumb had slipped in and his hole was so stretched, so tender and soft that Tommy just need to push a little to let his knuckles pop through, then Buck was really going to lose i-
"Evan! You okay over there?"
Buck snaps out of his daydream and looks at Tommy where he’s leaning over the open hood of Buck's Jeep. "Huh? What?"
"Baby, I asked you for the socket wrench like two minutes ago. What's up?" Buck feels himself flush at Tommy's concerned look and shifts a little to try conceal the hard-on he most definitely has.
"Nothing!" Buck coughs, "Uh, nothing, I'm good. Socket wrench, right right, uhhh what size?"
Tommy steps away from the Jeep, wiping his hands on a rag that’s hanging out the back pocket of his jeans as he makes his way over to where Buck’s manning the toolbox. Tommy dips his head to look Buck in the eyes. “You’re looking a little peaky baby,” He checks Buck’s temperature with the back of his hand on Buck’s forehead and Buck has to take a steadying breath. “Why don’t you go inside and lay down? I’ll be done in about twenty.”
“Uh yeah, that- that sounds like a good idea.” Buck just knows he’s nodding like an idiot so he darts in to press a quick kiss to Tommy’s stubbly cheek and hightails it back into the house. Except he’s not going to nap, he’s going to lock himself in Tommy’s bathroom and rub one out in secret like a teenager with an embarrassing crush.
**
It keeps happening.
They’re at the grocery store, Buck gets to drive the cart and Tommy’s in charge of the grocery list and it’s been a perfectly innocuous trip so far. By some miracle they have three overlapping days off so Buck has plans to perfect a couple of recipes he’s been wanting to take to the firehouse and then spend the rest of the time in bed with Tommy.
While he waits for Tommy to return, Buck wiggles his fingers back at a waving toddler sitting in a cart on the opposite side of the aisle. He’s idly thinking about how nice it would be for Jee to have a cousin when Tommy appears at his side, dropping several items in the cart and bussing a kiss to Buck’s cheekbone.
“You’re cute.” He says, his gaze drifting over to the kid with a smile. “Having thoughts?”
Buck throws his head around to look at Tommy so fast he almost gets whiplash.
“Are you seriously asking me if I want kids in the middle of the grocery store?”
Tommy shrugs, “I’m not, not asking.”
“Do you?” Okay, so they were having this conversation. Probably not the best location for it, but it’s been coming for a while now. His relationship with Tommy is getting more serious, more solid, every week and Buck has kind of been wanting to ask about them maybe living together sometime soon, and Tommy already knows all about him being a donor for Connor and Kameron, so yeah, why not have the conversation about kids in the grocery store?
Tommy’s expression is thoughtful as he steps closer to Buck, dropping a hand over Buck’s on the handle of the shopping cart. “I’d say I’m firmly in the camp of ‘open to children’. If my partner wanted them, and I think they’re the right person, then yeah, I’d be okay with it.”
“I- yeah. Me too? With the right person.” Buck says, his eyes locked with Tommy’s as they share a tender smile.
With a squeeze of his hand on Buck’s, Tommy gets them moving again, but not two steps later he leans in close to murmur in Buck’s ear, “But for the record, I’ll still be happy if you’re the only one who ends up calling me Daddy.”
A strangled noise escapes from Buck’s throat as he throws a gentle elbow back into Tommy’s abs, his face erupting in a blush.
“Can we just focus on the grocery list now please?”
“Anything you want, baby.” Tommy laughs and goes on ahead to fetch something off a shelf.
They swing back around to the produce section to close out their trip since Buck’s a firm believer that chilled produce should not be one of the first things to go in the cart and Tommy’s happy to indulge him. Everything is perfectly fine and normal, Buck’s fully recovered from Tommy’s comment, his blush finally under control, right up until he sees Tommy reach for the tomatoes, the nicer ones right at the back of the display, just far enough away that he has to stretch to reach them.
Buck had hoped he was over this thing about Tommy’s hands, but apparently not. He loves the way they look a little rough, with their calluses and various old scars and burns, but are so sweet and tender when they touch him, when they’re cradling his face or opening him up for Tommy’s hard cock.
The mirror at the back of the cooler shows the way the bright lighting in the cabinet creates shadows under the tendons running along the back of Tommy’s hand. Tommy selects a few tomatoes, his hand big enough to comfortably hold three at once, his strong fingers curled carefully around the delicate fruit. Unbidden, Buck’s brain flashes back to the memory of Tommy slipping a cock ring off of Buck’s oversensitive flesh and he has to swallow a mouthful of spit before he legitimately drools in the middle of the store, his blush flaring back to life. God, this is the worst.
**
And again.
Buck sometimes tags along to Tommy’s MMA gym with him and Eddie. Tommy’s been giving Eddie Muay Thai pointers for the last few months, and while Buck’s still not sure about joining them to spar, he very much enjoys watching Tommy parade around in the world’s smallest pair of shorts and no shirt. Buck usually spends his time at the gym, when he’s not perving on his boyfriend, funneling his sexual frustration into boxing with a punching bag.
He's joking around with Eddie as they do warm up stretches together, laughing about a call they went on during their last shift and at Eddie’s current struggle to help Chris with his overly complicated science project. The gym is loud, unsurprising as it’s one big open space that’s practically the size of a small aircraft hangar, and Buck can hear the masculine grunts and impact sounds of other guys sparing throughout the space.
He picked up yoga at the insistence of an overly enthusiastic LAFD appointed PT following his dozenth or so injury on the job, and while, much to his surprise, he loves it, he does also feel a little self conscious about doing his routine in such a hyper-masculine environment. The one thing that makes it a little more bearable is the way Tommy will run his eyes appreciatively over Buck’s form every so often, a small smirk playing on his lips like he’s thinking about all the ways they can utilize Buck’s newfound flexibility at home.
At the moment, Tommy is across the gym chatting with some of his usual Muay Thai buddies. He's clearly focused on their conversation but still catches Buck’s eye with a soft smile every time Buck happens to be facing that way. Buck’s just finishing off his routine, coming up from a forward bend, when he looks over at Tommy again. Only he’s no longer with his friends, he’s slowly walking back towards Buck and Eddie, absorbed in the process of wrapping his hands. He’s got the wrap folded to pad his knuckles and secured around his wrist already, and Buck stares, eyes transfixed as Tommy starts to wind the fabric between his fingers. He watches as Tommy’s long, thick, fingers splay out as the wrap goes between them, then when they curl in as Tommy pulls the wrap taut to start the next loop. One by one, Buck watches, until Tommy’s completed his first hand and Buck feels a little faint.
Tommy rolls his wrist and makes a fist to check the fit of his wrap and Buck is suddenly, mortifyingly, aware of the fact his cock is rock hard just from watching his boyfriend flex his hands. Dropping to his ass on the mat, Buck keels over to grab his calf, faking a cramp so the entire gym isn't treated to an unsolicited showing of his boner.
Eddie looks over at him, confusion etched across his features. “Buck? Dude, what’s wrong?” Buck doesn’t respond, his face is on fire and his gym shorts hide absolutely nothing so he curls up a little more to hide both. Distantly he can hear Eddie calling for Tommy. Fuck .
“You okay, Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice full of concern as he crouches at Buck’s side, one half wrapped hand coming to rest over Buck’s where he’s pretending to massage his calf. Buck looks up and has to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a whimper as he makes direct eye contact with the bulge of Tommy’s junk in his shorts. No, he’s not okay.
“Just a cramp,” he lies, flicking his eyes up to meet Tommy’s then dropping them to look at his hand. “I’m just gonna sit this one out, I think.”
Tommy’s thumb rubs firmly across his calf muscle and Buck’s sure he can feel himself leak a little in his briefs. “You want to go home, baby? We can.”
“No! No, you and Eddie do your thing. I’ll be fine after a snack or something.”
Tommy hums under his breath and just looks at Buck, assessing him, before he stands. “Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. I’ll try keep it short anyway, and then I’ll take you home and give you a good rub down.”
As Tommy walks back to Eddie, Buck can’t help but pull his knees up and bury his face in his hands, groaning. This obsession is going to kill him.
**
The final straw comes as Tommy is driving them both home to Buck’s apartment after spending the evening at an ax throwing bar for his birthday. Why he thought hanging out with his friends was a better idea than staying home with Tommy and letting him rail Buck into the mattress, he will never know.
He endures the first half of his night watching his boyfriend wrap his fingers around an ax handle, flexing to adjust his grip and bouncing the weapon in his hand to test its weight before pulling his arm back. Over and over, he has to watch Tommy’s bicep and shoulder muscles straining the seams of his shirt as he’s launching the ax at a target 15 feet away. While he was thankful for the high table they were all sitting at being there to hide his semi, he was also cursing the fact he couldn’t settle his nerves with a beer until after they were all done throwing.
Afterwards, he’s watching Tommy cradle a sweating bottle of beer in his big hand as he catches up with Hen and Chim, his other arm wrapped loosely around Buck’s waist. Buck’s trying to pay attention to the story Hen is regaling them with about Denny and Mara, he really is, but his focus keeps drifting to the hand Tommy has hooked around his hip bone.
At first it was just sitting there, the warmth of Tommy’s hand seeping through the fabric of Buck’s shirt into his skin, but ever so slowly his fingertips began drawing lazy back and forth patterns. Side to side, up down, until they hitched up under the hem of Buck’s shirt, landing right on the sensitive skin over his hip bone.
Buck has no idea if it’s obvious or not that his boyfriend is apparently trying to get him hard in public but no one says anything and Buck tries his best to seem unaffected. And it works, right up until Tommy tucks his index finger under the waistband of Buck’s jeans, his blunt fingernail drags over Buck’s skin and he jumps, almost dropping his beer.
“Evan?”
Buck turns his body towards Tommy’s and the man’s hand slides around to sit at the top of his ass. He tucks himself up against Tommy’s side, pressing his half hard dick against Tommy’s hip. “Take me home soon?”
Tommy nods and drops his hand down further to squeeze lightly at Buck’s asscheek. “Sure thing, baby.”
Soon enough they’re in Tommy’s truck heading home, Buck is slouched in the passenger seat, Tommy’s hand curved around his kneecap and he’s watching the streetlights flash warm light over Tommy’s face. He really is handsome, like an old school movie star, Buck has no idea how he got this lucky.
The turn signal clicks as Tommy smoothly changes lanes and Buck’s gaze drops to where Tommy’s other hand is on the steering wheel. The hills and valleys of his knuckles are pronounced as his fingers loosely grip the wheel, his thumb rubbing absently against the leather cover and Buck feels a frisson of desire ripple through him.
“Hey Tommy?”
Tommy’s eyes never leave the road in front of him but he makes a sound to show he’s listening then follows it up with, “Yeah baby?”
“So yeah, I've been thinking, and uh,” Buck takes a second to breathe, then, “I’m gonna need you to fist me.”
The truck swerves as Tommy startles and Buck’s sure the man just choked on his own spit. Tommy corrects the truck’s trajectory as the car in the next lane honks at them, both hands firmly on the wheel now. He clears his throat and glances over at Buck, his eyes wide.
“Ab-absolutely. And, uh, when were you thinking that this would take place?”
Buck doesn’t think he’s ever seen Tommy react like this. The Tommy Kinard that can fly a helicopter through the tail end of a hurricane and land it on a capsized cruise ship is the very same Tommy Kinard that almost just caused a traffic collision because Buck said he wanted to get fisted. Incredible.
“Tonight?” Tommy's reaction has Buck feeling very good about his decision to finally say something. “It is my birthday.”
“Baby,” Tommy says, sounding more composed now, “It does not need to be your birthday for you to get me to do that.” He nods decisively, “Tonight, okay, tonight it is.”
They drive the rest of the way home in an easy silence, and everytime Buck glances over at Tommy he’s got his eyes on the road and a very satisfied looking smile on his handsome face.
**
Buck’s just finished putting away his ‘cleaning’ supplies when there’s a knock on the bathroom door. “Evan, baby, you almost done in there?”
He swings the door open, clad only in his underwear, and greets Tommy with a flush-faced grin, “Clean as a whistle.”
“Really,” The word stretches out between them as Tommy gives Buck a considering look. “That’s very good to know. I was thinking about taking a shower first, sweetheart. You wanna join me?”
Buck doesn’t respond, just spins around and goes to turn the water on. His shower isn’t really big enough for two grown men their size to be in there together, but that closeness, that intimacy, is part of what Buck loves so much about doing it. He reels Tommy in by the front of his shirt and plants a soft, sucking kiss to his stubbled jaw as he tugs the shirt out from where it’s tucked into Tommy’s jeans.
“You’re looking pretty overdressed there babe.” He murmurs, his fingers starting to work the tiny buttons open from the bottom up.
Tommy’s hand graze down Buck ribs before dropping to undo his own belt. “Good thing you’re being so helpful then isn’t it?”
Buck nods where his face is tucked against Tommy’s throat as he undoes the final button, his hands slipping under the two sides of the shirt as he slides his palms across Tommy’s warm skin, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down to the floor.
Tommy draws away from him to kick off his jeans then hauls Buck back in by the waist, slotting his thick thigh against the burgeoning hard-on that Buck’s sporting. Buck’s arms wrap around Tommy’s shoulders of their own volition and he moans softly before tipping forward to seal his lips to Tommy’s.
Searching fingers slip into the waistband of Buck’s briefs and Tommy drags them down over his ass, urging Buck to step out of them and into the shower when they hit the ground. Buck watches, his hand absently palming over his cock as Tommy divests himself of his own underwear and stalks into the shower stall after him. Crowding him up against the cool tile wall of the shower, Tommy cradles Buck’s jaw in his hands, and kisses him deeply, his tongue fucking into Buck’s mouth until Buck groans.
Buck feels overwhelmed already. The press of Tommy’s body against his own, the sound of the water dulling everything except the rasp of their breathing, the steam filling the stall and spilling out into the bathroom, all of it leaves Buck feeling totally cocooned in the moment.
“Mm, this is nice,” Buck smiles, his hands wrap around Tommy’s wrists and he tilts his hips forward, just making himself known against Tommy’s body.
Tommy kisses him again, a slick slide of his lips over Buck’s, and he lets go of Buck’s jaw to feather one hand down the front of his body, leaving goosebumps in its wake despite the warmth surrounding them. His hand curls around Buck’s hipbone and he squeezes lightly, silently asking Buck to grind against his thigh.
Buck moans low in his throat as pleasure rockets up his spine, “Tommy,” he gasps and anchors a hand to the nape of Tommy’s neck, pulling Tommy in until their foreheads touch.
“I know baby, what do you need?”
Buck rides Tommy’s thigh with slow rolls of his hips, and he can feel Tommy’s cock responding in turn. He uses the hand still wrapped around Tommy’s wrist to keep his hand in place as he turns his head, Buck mouths a kiss to the center of Tommy’s palm, “I want- I want this,” he sighs out and pulls Tommy’s thumb into his mouth. He sucks on the digit for a few, hot moments, rubbing his tongue on the pad of Tommy’s thumb, before pushing Tommy back under the spray of the shower.
“I want you.” He says and goes to drop to his knees.
Tommy’s grip on Buck’s hip tightens, preventing Buck’s descent, “One second sweetheart,” Tommy murmurs and turns to the shower door. Cold air floods into the stall when Tommy opens the door, pulling a towel in from the rail before it closes again. Buck watches as he folds the rapidly soaking fabric and drops it on the floor at Buck’s feet. “For your knees,” he says with a shrug.
Buck lowers himself slowly to the floor, trailing kisses and tender licks down Tommy’s chest and abs as he does so. Once he’s situated, Buck sucks a mark on Tommy’s hipbone, delighted at the way the man squirms under his ministrations, then looks up at his boyfriend.
“You take such good care of me.” Buck says, and even to his ears his tone sounds awed.
Tommy just cups his cheek, his thumb brushing over Buck’s cheekbone. “You’re easy to care for Evan,” he smiles down at Buck, “I love you.”
Buck inhales quickly through his nose, it’s not the first time Tommy’s said it, said that he loves Buck. But everytime he does, it still feels like it’s the first time. “I love you too.” he whispers and tilts his head forward to nose at Tommy’s pubic hair.
Tommy’s cock is uncut, blessedly thick, and long enough that when Buck has a fist wrapped around it he still has more than enough room to feel Tommy in the back of his throat. Almost reverently, Buck takes Tommy in hand and lays a path of sweet, feather light kisses up his shaft before taking the head in his mouth. Buck sucks once, a hot, open mouthed kiss, then retreats. Carefully, he inches Tommy's foreskin back, fully exposing the flared head of his cock and watches as a bead of precome wells at the slit.
Buck’s sheltered from most of the shower spray by Tommy’s body, it bounces off his back and a fine mist fills the air around them, coating Buck’s skin and making him shiver. His eyes flick up to meet Tommy’s, their gazes locked as Buck leans in to drag the flat of his tongue over the head of Tommy’s cock, collecting the fluid there, the salty flavor of it blooming over his taste buds.
“Mm, that’s it baby.” Tommy’s other hand goes to the top of Buck’s head, his fingers carding through Buck’s damp curls. “Take what you need.”
Groaning, Buck tips closer, enveloping Tommy’s hard cock with his mouth, sucking it in to press against his soft palate. He loves this, being on his knees for Tommy. He loves the hot, soft skin moving over his tongue, he loves the taste of him, and most of all he loves how beautifully full he feels when Tommy slips further into his throat.
He skates his fingertips of his free hand up Tommy’s muscled thigh, his nails running through the fine hairs there, anchoring his grip at the crease of where Tommy’s thigh meets the bottom curve of his ass. Over and over, Buck brings Tommy into his mouth. He runs the tip of tongue over the thick vein on the underside of Tommy’s cock and pulls back to nurse on the head, searching for more of that salty fluid.
Buck moans deeply around the cock in his mouth and Tommy’s hips stutter in response. He needs more. He needs Tommy deeper. He wants to choke on his cock. Buck flattens his hand to rest against Tommy’s lower abdomen, fingers petting over the trail of hair leading down from Tommy’s navel, and gives himself more room to sink lower over Tommy’s cock.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re so desperate for it aren’t you?” Tommy croons and shifts his hand from Buck’s hair to cup his cheek, both thumbs now petting over his cheekbones.
Buck whines, the sound high and needy, and he squeezes at Tommy’s thigh.
“Want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” He asks Buck, pumping his hips lightly.
Another whine leaves Buck’s throat and he snakes the hand on Tommy’s stomach around to his hip, pulling him closer. It’s the only permission he needs to give and Tommy begins a sensuous roll of his hips, pushing his cock over Buck’s tongue and into the back of his throat. Buck lets his whole body go slack, giving himself over to Tommy and his slow, driving thrusts. His hands drop, curling loosely around the backs of Tommy’s thighs.
He's vaguely aware of Tommy bending his knees, of the way his weight drops and he slides deeper into Buck’s throat. Buck’s pulse is pounding in his ears, drowning everything out except the low chanting of Buck’s name on Tommy’s lips. Evan, Evan, Evan.
Tommy’s big hands are cradling Buck’s head in their firm, loving embrace. His fingers pressing into the skin behind Buck’s ears and at the nape of his neck, his thumbs now secured in the tender divots at Buck’s temples, and Buck is totally overwhelmed by how safe he feels kneeling at Tommy's feet.
The cock in his throat pulses, a warning of what's soon to follow, and Buck groans the moment he has enough breath to do so. Tommy's thrusts are firm and measured, and he holds himself in Buck’s throat for long moments before pulling back to drag the head over his tongue. With each downstroke Buck feels the tap of Tommy's heavy balls on the underside of his chin and he squeezes his hands on Tommy’s thighs in response, his fingertips pressing dimples into the firm muscle.
“Evan, baby. Baby, can I come in your mouth?” Tommy asks, his voice sounding strained as he holds himself back from letting go until Buck gives his answer.
Buck tries to make a sound of agreement but Tommy’s cock is cutting off his airway and no sound can make it past, instead, he digs his nails into Tommy’s skin, hauling him impossibly closer and gives a frantic nod of his head where it's still clutched in Tommy’s hands. Not even a moment later and Tommy is groaning above him, his big body curling over Buck, as he unloads down Buck’s throat. Tommy's so deep that Buck can barely taste it until his hips pull back and his come floods over Buck’s tongue.
Tommy rocks his hips shallowly a few times, giving Buck a moment to swallow, then pulls out just enough to brush the damp head of his cock over Buck’s lips, painting them with the last drops of his release. Buck gazes dreamily up at his boyfriend, his lashes glittering with water droplets and eyes shiny with unshed tears. Slowly, he lets his tongue come out to brush over his lower lip, tasting Tommy there, before a lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Thank you,” the words come out in a sweet, raspy, whisper, his throat a little sore but nothing that wouldn’t stop him from immediately letting Tommy go back for another turn.
“Sweetheart, I should be thanking you,” Tommy says, gently urging Buck to his feet and wrapping strong arms around his waist, “You were wonderful, so good for me.” He mouths along Buck’s jawline and down the column of his throat before he guides Buck to turn with him, stopping once Buck is under the warm spray of the water.
Buck lets the water rain down on him for a few moments then reaches back to turn off the shower. They stand there for a moment just watching each other before Buck brings his arms up around Tommy’s shoulders, moving closer and slotting his hard cock against Tommy’s hip. He whines Tommy’s name and gives a few frantic thrusts of his hips before Tommy stills him.
“I know, shh, I know. Let’s get you dried off and then I can give you exactly what you want.” His hand caresses down Buck’s spine and over his ass, his fingers dipping between Buck’s cheeks to tease at his hole. Buck can’t hold back the needy sound that spills from his throat, he’s so hard it almost hurts.
Eventually Tommy guides him out of the shower and towels off his dripping body, taking great care with the rough fabric over his sensitive cock. They stumble to the bedroom, so wrapped up in each other they’re practically one entity, and Tommy spills Buck onto the blankets. Buck scrambles into the middle of the bed and lays on his back, running restless hands over his own chest, brushing over his peaked nipples, and then down to run over his abs.
Tommy is at the end of the bed, one knee on the mattress, and he’s watching Buck with dark eyes. Buck gazes back through his lashes and takes in how Tommy’s standing so still, muscles tensed like he’s about to pounce, and rocks his hips up. Buck’s fingers edge closer to his cock and Tommy finally moves, hauling himself up over Buck’s body and collecting Buck’s hand in his, pinning it to the bed.
“No, Evan.” Tommy’s voice is low and his eyes drag slowly up Buck’s body to meet Buck’s own. “It’s my turn to make you come, you don’t get to touch.”
Buck’s whine catches in his throat as Tommy leans in to seal their lips together in a deep kiss. “Tommy, please.” It takes all of Buck’s fast dwindling willpower not to press his hips against Tommy’s stomach, to not slide his straining cock in the groove between Tommy’ abs. Somehow, he gets his body to relax and his limbs sink down into the mattress below him.
“Good boy.”
Tommy sits back, kneeling between Buck’s spread thighs, and runs his fingertips lightly over the sensitive skin of Buck’s inner thighs. Buck can’t help the shiver that runs through him and his breath hitches when Tommy’s thumb gently pulls one of his cheeks to the side, exposing him to Tommy’s heated gaze.
“God, touch me, Tommy. Please.”
Those hands run over his thighs again and Buck’s skin prickles in their wake. Tommy sweeps a hand over to palm at Buck’s cock, the organ twitching at the contact, and Buck groans as Tommy strokes down his dick once, twice, then pulls away. He leans over Buck again, only this time he’s reaching for one of the thick pillows Buck keeps on the bed. Sitting back on his heels, Tommy urges Buck’s hips up and slides the pillow under them, lifting Buck off the bed slightly and making his legs fall even more open, his neglected cock lying in a hard line along his thigh.
“You want me to touch you baby?” Buck nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Where? Here?” Fingers graze lightly over the flushed head of Buck’s cock and he whimpers. Tommy’s hand dips lower, slipping between Buck’s cheeks again and rubbing softly over Buck’s hole. “Here?”
Buck jerks, pushing against Tommy’s hand, “Yeah, yes, there.” Tommy’s fingers rub over him more firmly, sending electricity racing up his spine, and Buck lets out a moan that quickly turns into a frustrated cry when Tommy pulls his hand away again. Tommy just makes a soothing noise and shuffles his entire body back.
“I know what you want, sweetheart, and you’ll get it, I promise. I can’t wait to open you up on my fingers, get you all loose and wet for me, for my fist.” He sucks a hot kiss to Buck’s hip, letting his teeth scrape lightly over Buck’s hipbone. “But first, I want to taste you.”
Tommy drops his body low, half curled on his side, to get level with Buck as he lays splayed out over the pillow. He takes handfuls of Buck’s ass cheeks and spreads them wide. Buck can hear the gravely, satisfied rumble his boyfriend makes upon the revelation of Buck’s hole, at how it must look, unstretched but pulsing rhythmically with how aroused Buck already is. There's movement and then Buck lets out a short, high sound as a tongue swipes wetly over him.
“Oh fuck!”
Buck’s eyes slip closed and he melts into the mattress, just letting Tommy bring him higher and higher. Wet, sucking kisses to his hole have him whining and panting, and Buck’s so hard now he might come from just this. Tommy’s hands slide up the backs of his thighs, spreading him, making more room for his large form to move in closer. Buck shifts his hands down to help him, his own fingernails digging into his skin.
“That’s it baby,” Tommy rasps, his breath humid over Buck’s softening hole, “You’re being so good for me.”
The praise curls warmly in Buck’s belly and his cock jumps, a dribble of pre-come slipping down his thigh. “I wanna come. Fuck, can I come, please?”
“Sweetheart, you can come whenever you want, you just can’t touch.” He can hear the sly smile in Tommy’s voice and groans, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Oh god, he was being so fucking unfair. Buck peels his eyes open to glare weakly at Tommy. Buck’s laying there, skin overly warm with sweat starting to prickle at his hairline and his cock flushed a deep, blood red, and Tommy just chuckles lowly. “Do you want some help?”
Buck nods frantically, “Please.”
Tommy nips at his thigh, shifting around to get himself on his knees, resting Buck’s thighs over his shoulders as he does so. Then suddenly Buck’s hips are being hoisted in the air, his weight shifting to rest on his shoulders as Tommy plants his strong hands on Buck's ass and dives back in. A moan breaks free from Buck’s throat as Tommy tongues at his entrance, the stiff point of it breaching him shallowly, over and over, until he loosens enough for Tommy to press in. Buck has to throw his arms out to the side for balance, his hands fisting in the bedcovers. His cock has fallen to lay over his belly, the head leaking a trail down his abs. He lets out a long cry and digs his heels into Tommy’s back, overwhelmed by the change in intensity.
“Unngh! I want- I- Please, I need-. Oh god, Daddy, please!” The word falls from Buck’s lips and Tommy groans in response, his tongue plunging deeper into Buck’s ass. Buck squirms, his orgasm has built to near breaking point and he just needs a little more to tip him over but the plea for it catches in his throat. Tommy must understand anyway because he’s pushing two fingers into Buck’s hole alongside his tongue, crooking them to drag and circle over his prostate.
With his climax ripping through him, Buck’s mind goes blank. He can hear the roar of blood in his ears and his own cry of pleasure filling the room as his cock spurts down his belly, come pooling warmly between his pecs. Gently, Tommy lowers Buck back down to the bed and crawls up beside him. “So good for Daddy, baby,” he murmurs, petting over Buck’s ribs. “Just breathe.”
Doing as he’s told, Buck pulls in long breaths, the influx of oxygen helping to reset his equilibrium. He untangles his fingers from the duvet and weakly drags a hand up Tommy’s spine to thread his fingers in the hair at the back of Tommy’s head.
“I’ll give you a minute baby, but we’re not done yet.” Tommy bends down to press a kiss to Buck’s shoulder, “You still want my fist in you?”
Buck hums, his hips shifting minutely at the flare of arousal that sparks through him, this close to his orgasm the feeling is overwhelming. “Please.” he breathes out and Tommy dips lower until he’s leaning over Buck’s chest, his tongue laving over Buck’s skin, collecting the come that was starting to cool there. Buck’s eyes follow the movement of Tommy’s throat as he swallows down Buck’s release.
Tommy shifts, his half-hard cock pressing warmly against Buck’s hip, and slots his lips against Buck’s. The kiss is chaste in comparison to their recent activity and somehow that has Buck whimpering, pulling Tommy closer to deepen the kiss. He can taste his own come on Tommy’s tongue and groans. The desire that began simmering in his belly on their ride home is still there, bubbling away, even after coming, and it’s making his blood sing. He’s essentially just come his brains out on Tommy’s tongue and yet he’s still desperate for more. He wants to be beyond overwhelmed, stretched out on Tommy’s fist and drowning in pleasure.
“I’m ready,” Buck’s fingers flex in Tommy’s hair and he shifts slightly to settle comfortably on his back, the bed covers a mess around him. “Please, Tommy. I need you in me.”
“You sure baby?” Tommy asks, his tone filled more with care than concern, and he sweeps a hand down between Buck’s legs, his fingers testing gently at Buck’s hole, making him jerk. “You’re still pretty sensitive.”
Buck feels a bit like a bobblehead as he nods, still feeling a little floaty, “I’m okay, I want it.”
Tommy nods and shuffles back from Buck until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, “Okay, sweetheart.” He begins sorting through the bedside drawer, pulling a couple different lubes from the drawer to read the bottles. He picks one and looks over his shoulder at Buck. “You want to stay like that or do you wanna lay on your front?”
“Like this, I wanna see your face.” A little smile pricks at the corners of Tommy’s lips, warmth suffusing his expression and Buck feels his own expression shift to match.
Depositing the lube beside Buck’s hip, Tommy crawls back over to him, “Yeah? You wanna see me? You wanna watch as I take you apart with my hand?” A shiver rolls down Buck’s spine at Tommy’s low tone. Tommy leans over him, his lips brushing Buck’s as he whispers, “We should get a mirror in here, don’t you think? Make you watch yourself lose it as I fuck you from behind.”
Oh god, Tommy was trying to kill him. His hole twitches and Buck groans as his cock tries valiantly to fill again but can’t yet. “Uh huh,” he murmurs and tips his head back to connect his lips with Tommy’s.
After a long moment Tommy moves back to begin kissing down Buck’s throat and across his collarbone, his short stubble rasping over Buck’s overly warm skin as he goes. He makes his way down Buck’s body, stopping to suck a peaked nipple between his lips, making Buck squirm, and running his tongue over the sensitive skin around Buck’s navel. He lifts Buck’s leg, ducking around it to sit at a slight angle between Buck’s thighs. Tommy settles Buck’s calf on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his knee and goes about arranging the rest of Buck to his liking - hips pulled forward and tilted on the thick pillow, his other leg butterflied out to the side so his empty hole is on display.
Tommy plucks the bottle of lube from beside Buck and squeezes some out onto his fingers. Two of those slick fingers circle lightly over Buck’s entrance once, twice, and then, with Tommy's gaze locked with his, Tommy plunges them into Buck’s hole.
He's already a little open from Tommy's previous ministrations so he takes the intrusion easily, reveling in the slight stretch. Tommy's long fingers begin working in and out of him at a slow pace. With each backwards movement Tommy pulls almost all of the way out, leaving only his fingertips within Buck’s body to massage gently at his rim from the inside. In a pattern known only to Tommy, he spreads his fingers, scissoring and twisting them against Buck's inner walls until his movements are met with so little resistance that Buck thrusts his hips back in counterpoint, silently asking for more.
“You’re taking me so easy, sweetheart. You want a little more?”
“Please.” It comes out as a whine more than anything and Buck gives another push of his body against Tommy’s hand to emphasize his point.
The cap of the lube bottle clicks as it opens and Tommy withdraws entirely, much to Buck’s consternation, to spread more of the viscous liquid on his fingers. The tips of three fingers, held tightly together, tap at Buck’s opening and he rocks his pelvis down, trying to force them in.
“Patience, baby.” Tommy says and begins to slip his fingers into Buck anyway. The stretch is still well with Buck’s comfort zone, he usually takes three right before Tommy’s fucks him, a good match for the girth of his cock. Only this time, Buck is going to be taking something a lot thicker than Tommy’s cock.
His breath is pulled out of him in tiny little moans as Tommy moves, the stretch on his rim pleasantly warm. A jolt goes through his body when Tommy grazes his prostate, his back arching at the sensation. “Oh god, yeah.”
“Yeah? You like when I do that?”
Tommy makes a few rapid strokes over his prostate and Buck whines and squirms on Tommy’s fingers. He’s just settling back down when the pressure on his rim changes, flaring hotly as Tommy repositions within him. Buck’s pretty sure his fingers are now side by side in his hole and he looks down his body to watch Tommy’s bicep flexing as he works Buck open even more.
“How’s that? Feel okay?” Tommy pets his free hand up and down Buck’s raised thigh as he levels a searching gaze at Buck.
He nods at Tommy, his tongue feeling a little too big for his mouth to respond with words. The fingers in him curl, uncurl, and spread apart, dragging against his inner walls and brushing over his prostate until Buck’s biting at his lip, a high whine filling the air around them. He has to move. His hands glide up the mattress and anchor themselves around his pillow as he squirms. Buck’s calf slides over the fine sheen of sweat along Tommy’s shoulder and he ends up tugging Tommy closer and canting his hips up in one go.
They stay like that for a few minutes, Buck’s leg hitched high up over Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy drills his fingers steadily in, in, in. Buck can feel how warm he is, his chest flushed pink as it heaves with his panting breaths. Fuck this is so good, Tommy is so good. He clears his throat and manages a raspy, “more, please, Tommy. More.”
“Okay, baby, anything you want.” Tommy wraps his free hand around Buck’s knee and pulls his leg down again, settling his hips more comfortably on the pillow propping him up. “You look so good like this Evan, all stretched out for me. You look beautiful, baby.” Buck’s ears heat, embarrassed at Tommy lavishing him with compliments when he’s sure he’s actually just a sweaty, red mess.
Slowly, Tommy’s fingers draw out of him completely and he rolls his wrist a couple of times, bringing his hand into Buck’s eyeline. Tommy’s fingers are so slick, glistening in the light of the bedside lamp, they’re so slick and still Tommy adds more lube before his hand disappears from view again. Blunt fingertips circle his entrance, dipping in to tug at his rim before resuming their lazy circles. Buck digs his heel into the meat of Tommy’s shoulder, urging him on.
“Oh, sorry, not fast enough for you?” Tommy chuckles, eyebrow raised at Buck’s narrowed eyes. He plunges his fingers in with no further warning and Buck yelps. A few pumps of his hand later and Buck moans, his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed closed. “God, look at you. So desperate for it. Just want Daddy to fill you up, don't you?”
“P-please.”
The stretch of four fingers on his rim is so much, so so much, that five is going to be an exquisite torture. Buck can’t wait. He’s thought about this for so long. He’s spent so much time staring dreamily at Tommy’s hands, imagining what he would feel like in this moment. Real life is so much better.
Tommy rotates his hand, back and forth, applying equal pressure to Buck’s entire opening. Buck’s breath hitches everytime those invading fingers skim over his prostate, driving him higher and higher. He can feel his muscles tensing, he's been on the sharp edge of pleasure for too long. He must make some sort of distressed sound because Tommy’s there, peppering the skin beside his knee with soft kisses as he murmurs soothing words.
“You're okay sweetheart, just a little longer. You can do this, you're okay.”
Buck gasps, and it sounds suspiciously close to a sob. “I-I, yeah, I want it.”
Tommy smiles down at him, and Bucks eyes are drawn to his lips, at how bitten red they look. Buck might be the one being slowly taken apart but Tommy isn't unaffected either. God Buck wants to kiss him.
“Ready for me to fill you up baby?”
“Can you- can you kiss me first?” He asks, his hands freeing themselves from their grip on his pillow to reach out for Tommy instead.
A fond look crosses Tommy’s face and he slowly draws Buck’s leg down from its perch on his shoulder, pushing up on his knees to extend his body over Buck’s. His hand is still held within the tight clutch of Buck’s body, little sparks firing in his sensitive nerve endings as Tommy moves. After what feels like an eternity Tommy’s face is close enough to Buck’s that Tommy secures his free hand at the base of Buck’s skull and brings him in to meet in the middle. It’s sloppy, more breathing into each other's mouths than it is kissing but Buck moans nonetheless, his tongue venturing out to caress against Tommy’s own.
Buck sighs as Tommy pulls back, then sucks in a breath when he feels Tommy’s thumb push at his rim. He feels the sensation of more lube being applied, refreshingly cool on his overwarm, sensitive skin. The pressure on his rim is so much now, almost too much.
“Oh fuck, Evan. God, I’ve almost got my whole hand in you.” Tommy’s tone is reverant as he looks down at where he’s stretching Buck beyond anything he’s had before. “You’re doing so good baby, you’re so good for me.”
“I- Tommy- hnng.”
“Just a little more baby, relax for me.”
Buck gasps wetly at the pressure Tommy is exerting on his stretched entrance, this is the widest part of his hand and Buck’s not sure he can take it. He wants it so fucking bad, but what if he can’t get it? He can feel himself starting to tense up and a sob pushes out of his throat, “I can’t, It’s not- I-I-.”
“Shhh,” Tommy soothes, his free hand coming up to rub gentle circles on Buck’s lower belly. By some miracle it works, and Buck starts to melt back into the mattress, his raised knees tipping out to the side and spreading his thighs open even more. “That’s it. You take it now. Yeah, you take Daddy’s fist now.”
Whimpers fill the room as heat, pain, pleasure flares from Buck’s hole and he feels Tommy’s fist finally slip all the way in, the slide so much easier now, down to his wrist. Buck clinches around Tommy’s wrist and keens. He’s so full. Fuck.
Buck peels his eyes open, unsure of when he even closed them, and peers down his body at his boyfriend. Tommy’s nostrils flare as he takes in the sight laid out before him, of Buck flushed and shaking slightly, of his hand buried to wrist in Buck’s body, of Buck’s neglected, rock hard cock leaking thick streams of pre-come over his belly. Buck feels debauched and beautiful and so, so loved.
The fist within him begins to move, pushing and sliding against the clutch of his inner walls, tugging on his rim from the inside. Buck never dreamed it would feel like this, this incredible overwhelming avalanche of pleasure and emotion. He can feel hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill.
The thick knots of Tommy's knuckles jolt over Buck’s prostate as Tommy twists his hand, like a skipping stone over a lake, each impact sends ripples of pleasure out through his core. He can hear his own cries, muffled like his ears are filled with cotton wool. It’s too much. It’s so good .
“Come, Evan.” Tommy orders, this voice breaking Buck out of his reverie.
Buck feels himself clench down on Tommy’s hand, pleasure pain flaring in him again but it’s not enough to tip him over the edge. “I- Tommy, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Look at you baby, you want it so bad.” Tommy’s tone is so soft, so coaxing, and Buck feels a tear slip free from his lashes.
“I need- Daddy, I can’t. I need-” There was no way Buck was going to be able to come untouched again, not when he’s so incredibly overwhelmed, and definitely not after having already come in the last hour.
“Breathe, baby. What do you need?”
He heaves in a sobbing breath once, twice, a third time then speaks again.“I need- I need you to touch me. Please, Daddy.”
Tommy leans in close and presses a tender kiss to Buck’s raised knee then snakes his free hand up between Buck’s thighs to wrap around the base of his leaking cock. He angles Buck’s desperate cock towards himself then tips forward to suck the head into his mouth, just holding it there, his tongue playing along Buck’s leaking slit.
And that’s enough.
Buck screams as he comes into Tommy’s mouth, hot tears leaking in earnest from his eyes to trail down his temples and settle in his hair. His orgasm feels endless, spurred on and on by the relentless pressure of Tommy’s knuckles on his prostate and the warmth of his mouth. Buck can feel his stretched out rim clenching around Tommy’s wrist, sucking him in deeper. He's so full. He never wants it to end. His body spasms, great shudders rolling through him as time stretches out. Distantly, Buck is aware that he’s lost control of his legs, they quiver and quake where they lay against Tommy’s ribs, and he wonders if he’s going to be able to walk after this. Tommy pulls his head back, releasing Buck’s cock and he hovers there, open-mouthed as Buck’s come spills from his lips, from his tongue, to drip down Buck’s balls and collect on Tommy’s wrist, smearing over his sensitive rim.
Eventually, and ever so carefully, Tommy extracts himself, soothing Buck’s squeaks and whines with soft, nonsense sounds.
“Evan, sweetheart, you did so good.” Tommy sits back on his heels and Buck hears him groan when he takes himself in hand, the same hand that was in Buck, and begins roughly stripping his cock, using leftover lube and Buck’s come to smooth the way. Buck stares at him, eyes barely open, and watches at the way Tommy’s muscles bunch and release as his arm moves quickly, stroking himself closer and closer to release.
Finding the strength from somewhere, Buck tilts his pelvis and pulls his knees up, exposing his hole to Tommy’s hot gaze. Tommy’s free hand goes to the back of his thigh, helping to stabilize him while Buck hooks his own hand around the other thigh. He knows he’s got to be gaping, his hole still so soft and loose, shiny with lube and come. Tommy’s fucking his fist now, brutal thrusts of his hips into the tight circle of his hand. His strong chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths, his chest hair matted with sweat.
Buck makes a high sound as he tries to clench his hole, and only succeeds in forcing more lube to drip from him. “You can come on me, Daddy.”
Tommy’s breath catches in his throat only to be released in a rough groan as his hips stutter and jerk, and then hot come spurts over Buck’s hole, over his balls and softening cock, until he’s sticky and shiny with Tommy’s release.
Tommy collapses over him. His heavy body, boneless and so warm, crushing Buck into the bed and Buck just lets out a contented sigh. He brings his shaky arms up to wrap around Tommy’s ribs, his hands resting on Tommy’s shoulder blades. Buck nuzzles his face into Tommy’s throat and presses a sweet kiss to his pounding pulse point. “Happy birthday to me.”
Tommy laughs weakly and drops a light kiss on the shell of Buck’s ear, “Happy birthday, baby.”