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It’s been a long and surreal day. Buck still can’t quite believe they all got medals instead of being unceremoniously shit-canned the moment Tommy had landed the chopper, but here they are. He looks down at the shiny gilt star that still hangs around his neck hours later. He’s home now, sitting at a tiny table on the balcony of his loft, still in his dress pants and shirt, tie and jacket long gone, looking out at the other buildings, bathed in colourful evening light.
A movement at his side makes him look up with a smile to see Tommy holding two glasses of wine. He takes one gratefully and sips it as Tommy, also still in half of his dress uniform, drops heavily into the chair opposite him and stretches his legs with a sigh, taking a large gulp of wine.
“Steady baby,” Buck laughs.
Tommy shakes his head as he takes another mouthful. “I need this,” he says with feeling. “What a fucking day.”
Buck frowns, a little confused. “Was it that bad?”
Tommy scrubs his hands over his face. “Did not expect to see Gerrard there – or ever again for that matter.”
Buck’s face falls, how could he have forgotten that? He reaches out, pressing a hand to Tommy’s leg, squeezing his thigh.
“Oh shit I’m so sorry baby. I forgot he was even there for a minute.”
Tommy smiles. “Well you’ve got the right idea there sweetheart. Wish I could forget that asshole. Honestly, I thought I had, then the fucker turns up again. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water,” he sighs and takes another gulp of wine, leaning back in his chair.
“He really did a number on you guys huh?” Buck asks quietly. He has heard the stories from Tommy, from Hen and Chim too, about Gerrard’s reign of terror. How different the 118 was back then. He can imagine it, he tried out for the SEALs after all. He’s no stranger to toxic bullshit, but it hurts to think of the people he knows, the people he loves, being caught up in that. Seeing Tommy’s face go so blank, so closed off, when Gerrard had made his little “joke” was like an icepick to his heart.
“I was...not a good person then,” Tommy says on a heavy sigh. “I was a coward.”
“You were scared - with good reason. That’s not the same thing.”
Tommy shakes his head.
Buck reaches over with his other hand, grasping Tommy’s and twisting their fingers together. “But you—you got yourselves out. You spoke up and you got rid of him.”
“It took us too long. I could have spoken up years earlier.”
“You weren’t ready years earlier. There’s no point in thinking what if baby. You got there when you got there.”
Tommy doesn’t reply but he squeezes Buck’s fingers and takes another, smaller sip of wine.
They sit in companionable silence for a while, hands joined on the table, drinking and watching the sunset stream across the sky. Then Tommy leans over and runs his fingers over Buck’s medal.
“Suits you,” he says with a crooked smile.
“Yeah?” Buck looks down at it again with a grin of pride.
“Mmhm,” Tommy puts his glass down and leans in further, pulling lightly on the ribbon. Buck moves with a smirk and kisses him hard, curling his fingers against his neck, licking into his mouth, hot and wet. Tommy kisses back, deeper and harder, and Buck is suddenly aware that the table is really in the way as he scrabbles forward, out of his seat and half in Tommy’s lap. Tommy grabs his ass with both hands and hauls him in as the table wobbles dangerously and wine splashes.
Buck hisses, straddling Tommy and sinking his hands into his hair, suddenly overwhelmed by need, desperate to show Tommy – something he doesn’t even have words for.
Tommy pulls him closer, grinding himself against Buck’s already hard cock before he breaks the kiss and turns his attention to Buck’s throat, panting breaths hot against his ear as he pulls his earlobe into his mouth.
Buck tips his head to the side, lost in the sensations of Tommy’s breath, his mouth, his slight five o’clock shadow scratching against his own rough skin, spreading his own hands across the shifting muscles of Tommy’s back as he grinds down into his lap, letting out a strangled, desperate and unexpectedly loud moan. Tommy breaks away with a quiet laugh, pressing his forehead against Buck’s.
“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?” he murmurs. “Otherwise we’re gonna be giving the neighbours a show.”
Buck’s mouth is suddenly bone-dry. Memories of a mis-spent exhibitionist youth suddenly flood back and his breath shallows, mouth falling open a little, cock twitching as he swallows hard.
Tommy pulls back and looks him in the eye, eyebrow raised. “Oh. You like that idea baby?”
Buck grins and a flush of pink spreads over his cheeks as he nods. He really does.
***
Buck’s breath hitches as Tommy leans forward pressing up against his back, pushing him against the railing, one hand shoved into his pants, stroking him slowly. His other hand covers Buck’s on the railing in front of him as he grinds his hips against him. Buck can feel every inch of his hard on through his dress pants. He whines, torn between pressing back to feel him against his ass or forward into the big hand wrapped around his cock. Tommy is moving his hand slowly, just enough to drive him crazy without getting him anywhere near where he wants to be. His skin feels fizzy.
Tommy mouths at the back of his neck, breathing him in, licking at droplets of sweat, biting gently at his pulse. He hums deeply in the back of his throat when Buck tilts his head to give him better access, mouth open and panting.
Buck drops his head back against Tommy’s shoulder, unable to keep his eyes open as Tommy strokes him again. Tommy shakes his head.
“Uh-uh, no hiding sweetheart,” he whispers against his ear. Buck whines quietly.
“You’re the one who wanted to stay out here,” Tommy reminds him, grinding against his ass again. “Open your eyes.”
Buck raises his head slowly and half-opens his eyes, distantly taking in the view from his balcony. There are at least three other apartment blocks with a clear view of the balcony, plenty of drapes open, windows open. A few people are even sitting out, far enough away that they’re not paying them any mind right now, but close enough that they could, given an unexpected sound, a second glance at the wrong moment.
Tommy strokes Buck’s cock again, still slow, dragging the sensation out, twisting his hand near the top before he slides it back down. Buck moans, spreading his legs to give him better access, fucking forward into his fist, biting down on his lip to stiffle himself. Tommy slides his free hand under Buck’s untucked dress shirt and splays his fingers over his stomach, Buck shivers as his rough fingertips catch against his happy trail, tracing the lines and dips of his muscles, sliding up to cup his pec, mouthing at his neck just under his ear.
Buck gives up taking in the view and squeezes his eyes closed again, focusing on the sensation of Tommy’s big hands on his body. Tommy gives his nipple a sharp pinch and Buck gasps, eyes snapping open, cock jumping in Tommy’s hand, pre-cum already threatening to soak the front of his dress pants. Tommy swears under his breath.
“Fuck, look at you. You looked so fucking hot today,” he whispers.
Buck nods breathlessly. “You-you too. Wanted to ask you to fuck--fuck me in the bathroom ah-at the ceremony.”
Tommy groans. “Probably just as well you didn’t,” he thrusts against Buck again, sliding his hard-on along the crack of his ass. “we already dodged getting fired once, seems like that would be pushing it.”
Buck huffs a laugh.
“Because I would have,” Tommy continues, breath hot against his ear. “No questions asked. I would have slammed you up against the wall and made you scream.” Buck whimpers, cock pulsing in Tommy’s hand.
“They can all see you know,” Tommy mutters, his tone almost conversational. Buck’s gaze flickers up to the rows of adjacent apartment windows.
“They can see how desperate you are, how much you want to come. How much you love me getting you off.” Buck moans loudly as Tommy tightens his grip, moving his hand a little faster. “Keep your eyes open,” he chastises as Buck’s head threatens to drop again. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he teases, as if he didn’t know. ”You want them to see you come. Want them to see that you’re mine? See what I do to you.”
Buck presses back desperately against Tommy’s cock. “Fuck...I...I need…M’gonna...oh f-fuck Tommy,” he bites his lip hard, gasping at the pain.
Tommy slides his hand from under his shirt and Buck feels him undoing his own pants, getting a hand on his own cock with a deep groan. Buck pushes back, rutting against him shamelessly as he strips his cock and Buck’s, coordination sloppy and desperate. Tommy’s breath in his ear is shallow and ragged, he shoves at Buck’s pants for a moment before he spins him and grabs both their cocks in one hand. Buck does not fucking care anymore, if he ever did. He moans loudly as Tommy’s cock slides against his own, marvels at both the size of Tommy’s hands but also how far he has to stretch his fingers to grasp them both. His knees feel weak and he leans back with his elbows on the railing and stares down between them, gasping at every stroke, watching precum pulsing from the head of his cock, coating them both as Tommy’s hand moves, faster now. He wonders vaguely if anyone has noticed them. He can’t imagine how they could have missed them at this point. The idea makes his skin buzz.
“Fuck...Tom—Tommy,” he hisses. “I—I need--” he breaks off, moaning and dropping his head back as Tommy leans in, licking the sweat from the hollow of his throat.
“What do you need baby?”
“Need to come,” Buck’s head is hanging back over the railing, turning the world upside down. “Please--” he begs.
Tommy’s hand speeds up, wringing moans from both of them. Silver sparks are darting across Buck’s vision, his head is spinning.
“Going to come for me sweetheart?” Tommy grunts. “Going to show them all what you look like when I make you come? Let them see that big cock of yours shoot all over me?”
Buck is coming before Tommy even finishes speaking, his cock pulsing, splattering Tommy’s dress pants with come. Tommy swears roughly, “Fuck,” and he’s coming too, coating his hand, making a mess of both of them.
Buck doesn’t move for a moment, considering if his knees will still hold him and if he will pass out if he tries to move his head. The silver sparks are still flittering across his vision. He blinks and lifts his head gingerly, groaning as the world goes back to the usual way up.
It’s darker than it was, the orange and gold sky has dimmed to dusty purple and he can’t see anyone on the balconies. Are there more closed windows than there had been? Well, it is getting on for night time after all.
When he turns around Tommy has already buttoned himself up, stripped off his sticky shirt, and is sitting at the table again in his undershirt, drinking the remaining unspilled wine and smirking.
Buck tries to look unimpressed, rolling his eyes, but he can’t keep the smile off his face as he does his best to tidy himself up.
Tommy is watching him fondly. “Have fun?” he asks.
Buck walks over to him, head mostly no longer spinning, and sits on his lap, straddling him and stealing his wine, emptying the glass in one draught.
“Hmmm...not bad,” he shrugs, like he didn’t just come his brains out in public.
Tommy bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. “Brat,” he murmurs against his lips.
Buck runs his hands over Tommy’s biceps, tracing the curves of his muscles admiringly, kissing his neck.
“You do know the neighbours are never going to speak to us again?”