Archive of Our Own

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Buck froze.

The information barely registered in his mind, as his thoughts raced with the possibilities of the situation. A crash, a helicopter crash, with said helicopter being from the LAFD. Please, don’t let it be Tommy, please let it be from a different station. Even if it was awful to wish a helicopter crash on someone else, Buck didn’t know what he’d do if Tommy got injured in something as severe as a crash.

It took a moment, but his brain latched onto the voice that had come over the radio and given him the information about the crash: Maddie. He needed more information, but he didn’t want to call in over the radio and have everyone involved in his business. Buck patted his pocket, and pulled out his phone, and before he can stop himself, he’s already rung through to Maddie’s number.

"Buck?" Maddie answered, voice apprehensive.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't want this going over the air,” Buck replied, voice low, but frantic, and Maddie picked up on it almost immediately.

"What's happened?" Maddie asked, her voice caught in her throat as Buck realised what he'd done. He'd called her personal cell in the middle of a shift, so naturally, she would assume that something had happened to Chimney.

"Chim's fine," Buck quickly replied, which settled her nerves, "sorry, should've led with that," he apologised as he heard the deep sigh of relief through the phone.

"What is it?" Maddie asked, her voice a little calmer, but still, Buck’s own nerves were fully on alert, his palms sweaty and heart pounded heavy in his chest, unignorable.

"What station is the downed helicopter from?" Buck managed to make himself ask, voice forcibly even, despite the way he wanted to scream and cry and maybe throw-up a little from the anxiety that ran through his system. Maybe he was being a little dramatic, but the possibility of Tommy being hurt… no, he refused to believe it.

A few agonising seconds go by before he heard his sister talk from the other side of the line.

“Looks like it was the 217,” Maddie intoned, and Buck’s stomach dropped. No, it couldn’t be. The bad feeling in his chest magnified tenfold, and Buck swallowed, he really didn’t want to let Maddie notice how awful he felt.

‘Okay, thanks Maddie,’ Buck croaked out, and ended the call, before he let out a panicked little laugh, even if the situation was as far from funny as it could possibly be.

The 118 - and Buck specifically - were close with two firefighters from that station. The first was Lucy, who had filled in for the 118 when they had been down two men, and who Buck definitely hadn’t kissed after drinking too much tequila one time.

The other was Tommy.

The thought is like a broken record in his head, but he really didn’t know what he would do if Tommy had gotten hurt. They’d only just come back together after so much trouble with each other, and now, it seemed that the world wanted to rip them apart again, as if it couldn’t abide by Buck and Tommy being fucking happy for once.

Focus, Buckley, he thought. He needed to tell Chimney what he’d learnt, but he also needed to get his ass in gear. Though it had felt like the world had stopped, it most definitely hadn’t, and the 118 needed to respond to the call.

"Buck, come on!" He heard Eddie yell from the other side of the fire house as everyone scrambled to get into the trucks. Buck was in hot pursuit behind them, and he practically dove into his seat, the last man inside before they set off.

They were going to save a firefighter’s life.

No one spoke a word for most of the journey, an eerie silence hung in the air. Usually, fire trucks were alive with conversation; a discussion about Eddie's latest dating attempt, Chimney and Hen discussing their kids, or even Buck or Ravi sharing an endearing story that they would definitely get roasted for afterwards, but not today. Today you could slice the tension in the truck with a knife. It was Buck who eventually broke the silence.

"It's the 217," Buck said, quietly, his voice not staying completely steady.

"How do you know?" Chimney asked, his voice gentle.

"I called Maddie, I wanted to be sure before we arrived," Buck replied, as he tried very hard to stay professional and not fall apart like he desperately wanted to.

"So, it's either Lucy or..." Chimney began, but his words were interrupted.

"...or Tommy,” Hen said, voice grave.

At that moment, Eddie shot Buck a look. A knowing look. He was the only one who knew the real reason why Buck was struggling to keep it together. Everyone else was aware of Tommy's history with Buck, of course they were. But only Eddie knew that it wasn't history anymore, it was raw and recent.

Buck tried for a weak smile, but based on Eddie’s face, it had landed somewhat closer to a grimace.

When they arrived, the sheer magnitude of the accident became clear. There was a small forest fire beginning to burn, set alight by where the helicopter had caught the trees on the way down. Branches were bent and snapped, and debris littered the accident sight, but the worst thing by far was the smell of fuel.

"Hen, Eddie!" Chimney yelled as he jumped out of the fire engine, "go and check on the pilot!"

"On it, Cap!" Eddie yelled, as he ran towards the burning helicopter wreck, medical kit in hand.

"Buck, Ravi," Chimney commanded, as he turned to them, "start a line! Let's get those flames down before they set the whole hillside on fire."

"On it!" Ravi shouted in return, as he moved around to the side of the truck. He grabbed a hose and began to unravel it, before he hooked it to the truck’s supply.

Buck, meanwhile, had frozen once more, after he’d gotten out of the truck.

"Buck!" Chimney yelled, as he waved a hand in front of the other man’s line of sight, attempting to get the firefighter to do his job, "go and help Ravi, he needs you.”

"I should be there helping!" Buck exclaimed as he gestured to the cockpit of the helicopter, where Hen and Eddie had begun to tend to the injured pilot.

"Buck, you are not a paramedic, you can help them by knocking these flames down!" Chimney stated, tone brooking no argument. That seemed to knock some sense into Buck, as he began to help Ravi with the actual fighting fire part of the job.

Thankfully, they'd arrived in a timely manner, and the flames from the crash hadn't had time to billow out of control.

Once they had knocked the flames down, and prevented the rest of LA from being chargrilled, Buck and Ravi had started to help with general scene cleanup; moving debris, stabilising anything that got knocked down by the crash, when they heard a yell come from. Chimney.

"Buck, Ravi, Move!" Chimney screamed at the top of his lungs, voice frantic.

At that split second, Buck saw the shadow of something above them, something that had been teetering in the tree branches, and was now about to fall. In a rush, he grabbed Ravi's arm and ran, pulling him down to the ground just in time to watch as the entire tail of the helicopter crashed into the floor where the two of them were just standing, a plume of dust kicked up by the impact.

“Shit,” Buck whispered, heart barely still in his chest, “that was close.”

Ravi coughed, before he looked up from where Buck had pulled him down, the tail of the helicopter lay innocently, as if it didn't nearly crush them.

Ravi turned his attention to Buck, “Dude,” he said, “you just saved my life.”

"Don't mention it," Buck replied, before he squeezed Ravi’s arm where he still had a hold of it. These kinds of moments never got any less heart-attack inducing.

As they stood up, dusted themselves off and waited for their heart rate to come back down to normal, Buck noticed something. There was the sound of voices, close to the cockpit, a hushed conversation that didn't involve him, but still gave him a bad feeling.

"Hey!" Buck shouted to Chimney, who had his head in the cockpit, as he clearly looked through a small gap to survey the injuries, "is everything okay over there?" Buck watched as Chimney glanced back at him, face as white as a sheet and at that moment, he knew.

It was Tommy.

It was Tommy in that cockpit, and for Chimney’s face to have gone that pale, he was seriously injured.

In that split second, Buck lost control of his body and ran headlong towards the cockpit as Ravi tried to hold him back. Unthinking, Buck jammed his elbow out, and Ravi shouted, but didn’t stop. It took the power of both Ravi and Chimney, who had extracted himself as soon as he saw Buck run for the cockpit, to wrestle control over Buck’s body.

Trapped in place by both men, Buck tried to get control over his emotions. He took deep breaths, and each gulp of air burned as it got past the lump in his throat. For all of a few seconds, Buck managed to stay calm, though for all his effort, that calm was shattered as he saw a stretcher that carried a figure far too big to be Lucy away from the mangled cockpit.

"Oh God,” Buck whispered, before it cracked as he yelled out, “no, Tommy!” voice practically broken with fear.

“Tommy!” he called out again, before he made a fresh attempt to rush over, to at least see what had happened with his own two eyes.

Chimney cut across Buck's path to stop him and held his hand out to his chest, "Buck, stop. You know you can't go over there, you're too close,” he explained, voice form, but gentle.

"Bobby let Hen do a field transfusion on her own son!" Buck exclaimed, words a rush, "using her own wife's blood!"

Chimney grimaced. Damn Bobby and his inability to say no, he thought, even if it was a little unfair to a dead man who couldn't defend himself.

Chimney let out a sigh, “Fine. Be calm, Buck, don't make me regret this,” he said, before he withdrew his arm blocking Buck’s way.

"Thank you, Captain,” Buck rushed out, before he began to make his way over to the cockpit. Buck turned as he ran, and called out, “Bobby would be proud of you!”

Buck watched Chimney swallow, before he turned and made his way over to the cockpit. His eyes scanned the destruction before him in disbelief.

There was blood smeared up the cracked windshield, that Buck desperately hoped wasn't Tommy's, but unless trees could bleed, it most definitely was. There was also a tree branch embedded through it that would've narrowly missed Tommy's head by mere inches.

Fuck.

Buck thanked God - or whatever power was up there, not that he really believed in any - for small miracles, before he turned his gaze on Tommy.

There was a paramedic hunched over him, and distantly, Buck realised the press-rhythm of CPR being administered.

At that moment it clicked. How close to losing Tommy he actually was, and before he could even think about the reactions of those around him, he ran over.

Buck nearly fell to his knees as he grabbed Tommy’s hand, and squeezed hard around the other man’s palm.

"Come on, Tommy!" Buck cried out, his hands almost numb from the grip he had, “don’t leave, please, don’t, I love you!” Buck’s voice cracked on the admission, but it was true, and though he didn't dare think about Tommy not making it, he couldn't abide by Tommy being unaware of it.

Eddie looked over at him with a look of sympathy and sadness, being the only one who knew how much Buck's pain was tearing him apart inside. No one deserved to be in Buck’s position, as he wept over the man he loves.

Despite Hen’s best efforts, though, Tommy wasn’t breathing.

“Clear!” Hen yelled, and Buck scrambled to let go of Tommy’s hand, because even though it hurt, being electrocuted via defibrillator would hurt more.

Hen brought the pads down onto Tommy’s chests, and Tommy lurched with the shock, the sight almost sickening, before Eddie brought his fingers to one of Tommy’s pulse points, and waited.

“Pulse!’ Eddie called out, and Buck sighed, as he almost sagged down into a boneless lump. The panic that had been clouding his mind started to recede, and with it, came a revelation that wasn’t shocking, but it still made Buck’s own heart skip a beat.

He couldn’t go without Tommy. Ever again.

Hen withdrew, then, and with one final check to the blessed rise and fall of Tommy’s chest, even though he remained unconscious, she packed away her equipment as best as she could, before a voice called out and shattered their miniature celebration.

"Fuel leak, get out of the way!" Chimney yelled, and Hen and Eddie scrambled to move as Buck grabbed onto Tommy’s hand once more.

"Double time, let's get out of here,” said Hen, as she pushed one corner of the stretcher, as Eddie grabbed the stretcher from the bottom to lend his strength. Buck clung to Tommy as they moved out from the scene, afraid that if he let go, that Tommy would fade away.

"You riding in the back?" Eddie asked as he eyed Buck and Tommy’s joined hands

"Of course," Buck answered, even as he didn't look up from Tommy’s face. For how injured he was, how close to death he had come, he looked peaceful, and Buck could only hope that he could feel Buck’s touch and none of the pain.

Hen called over the radio, "He's lost a lot of blood, radio Presbyterian to have a massive transfusion protocol on standby.”

"On it, 118," Maddie responded over the air, voice cracked with signal static.

As they wheeled Tommy into the back of the ambulance, Chimney made his way over, and the smell of fuel in the air was nasty. It didn't sit right with Buck, to leave in the middle of a scene, but Tommy was his world.

"You go to the hospital and wait there,” Chimney said as he placed a hand on Buck’s shoulder, "I'll get the 118 taken off the line for the rest of the shift.”

"Thank you, Chim," Buck looked up at him and Chimney saw the tears there, and he sighed.

"Ravi and I will join you soon, we’ve got to finish cleanup and wait for PD to arrive," he stated, and Buck frowned.

"Why PD?" he asked, confused

"This wasn't an accident,” Chimney shook his head, “there are bullet holes all over this helicopter. Someone was trying to shoot it down.”

Before Buck could get a word in edgewise, the ambulance doors slammed shut. Buck sat back, hand still clasped in Tommy’s own. Just who would want to hurt Tommy? It didn't make any sense.

When they arrived at the hospital, Tommy was immediately taken into theater, to repair the injuries he'd sustained and to make sure he wouldn't lose any more blood.

That had been three hours ago, and no one had heard anything since. It was agonising.

Chimney and Ravi joined them at the one hour mark, followed by Harry and May, who had brought pastries with them. Presumably to keep spirits up, but Buck couldn't appreciate the taste of his one in his mouth, his anxiety having turned it to ash on his tongue.

The rest of the team were not taking this news as bad as Buck was. Obviously.

None of them had the connection to Tommy that Buck did. Eddie knew differently, but most thought the thing between Buck and Tommy to be old news.

Buck sat on an uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room, and he bounced his leg as he flicked through a gallery of images on his phone. The gallery was simply titled ‘Tommy’, full of images of the two of them from their first six month long relationship, as well as a few shamelessly ripped from Tommy's Instagram after they’d broken up.

Eddie sat closest to Buck, on the other side of the set of four seats, and he could hear Buck as he tried to hold back from crying. Eddie inched himself closer, and threw an arm around Buck’s shoulders.

"He's gonna be okay," he said, in an attempt to reassure, and Buck couldn't do anything but nod.

At that moment, a nurse came into the waiting room and let them know that, whilst he was weak, Tommy was alive and awake. Buck breathed a massive sigh of relief and felt his chest untighten.

"Only two can see him at a time, I don't want the entirety of the LAFD descending on him at once,” the nurse said, which elicited a laugh from the aforementioned 'entirety of the LAFD'.

"Buck should go first," said Eddie, with his hand clapped onto Buck’s shoulder.

The rest of the team nodded, and Buck turned bright red.

"Yeah, I think they have some unfinished business," Hen said, and her eyes, far too knowing, bored into Buck.

If only you knew the half of it, Buck thought to himself.

"Which room?" Buck asked as he stood.

"203, just down the hall, first door on the left,” she replied. Buck nodded, grateful, and went on his way.

Buck walked up the hall, and when he entered room 203, he was greeted by the smiling but slightly spaced-out face of his maybe-boyfriend.

"Hey!" Tommy exclaimed, sitting up in bed. He was wearing the wounds of the day he had just had. His leg was in a cast, slightly elevated, he had a bandage around his waist and a hefty gauze pad attached to the side of his head. An IV pushed pain medication into his arm, and Buck noted, was most likely the source of the woozy look to Tommy’s face.

"Hey..." Buck trailed off, his voice croaky. There were tears tracked down his face, and as he approached, his breath hitched as he tried to hold back from crying. As soon as he reached Tommy, however, the dam broke, and a sob tore from his throat.

Tommy looked up at him, a frown between his brows but care in his eyes, “What is it?” he asked, as he took Buck’s hand in his own.

"I was so scared I'd lost you!" Buck cried out, composure lost as he fell to his knees by the side of Tommy’s bed.

"It's gonna take more than a damn helicopter crash to keep me down," Tommy laughed, as he tried to lighten the mood, “I'm still here, you've still got me.”

"And… I didn't see how badly you were hurt, so I didn't know if you’d be okay,” Buck admitted. His breath hitched mid-sentence, and he forced himself to be as calm as he could, though tears still rolled down his cheeks.

"I've had worse, don't worry,” Tommy said, before he unlinked their fingers to card his fingers through Buck’s curls. Occasionally, he tugged lightly on Buck’s hair, as he used the sensation to help ground Buck in reality, “the worst part is I'm spleen-less! I quite liked my spleen, actually," he remarked incredulously and that finally elicited a laugh out of Buck.

Buck stood back up with a groan, and a small indignant noise came from Tommy as the other man's hand left his head. Buck looked at him, perplexed.

"I liked you down there, I could get to you,” Tommy elaborated, a wicked little smile on his face

Buck laughed lowly, "I can't kneel for that long, it wreaks havoc on my bad leg.”

"You didn't seem to mind last night," Tommy said, coyly causing Buck to blush bright red as he looked away. It was closer to two days ago, rather than last night, but time didn't really matter right now.

"He's back ladies and gentlemen!" Buck joked, cheeks still pink, whilst he pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, "is this better?" he asked, as he grabbed a hold of Tommy's hand once more.

"Anywhere with you is better than the alternative,” Tommy remarked, a smile on his face as he squeezed Buck’s hand.

Buck knew what he was doing, Tommy loved when Buck would blush at his words, he loved seeing the effect he had on him, plastered on his face, especially when there were other people around. Luckily for Tommy, he’d succeeded one again, as Buck's face was bright pink. As Tommy studied Buck’s face, a knock came on the room door, and then it swung open, slowly.

"If you two lovebirds are done, the rest of us would like to see Tommy as well,” said Eddie, voice humoured, as he peeked around the shape of the door.

Buck let go of Tommy's hand and made room for some more visitors. He assumed it would just be Eddie coming in but his assumption was very wrong. As soon as Eddie gave the signal, the entirety of the 118 poured in--and the 118-adjacent. Maddie had come straight from her shift, and Karen had joined them as well.

Maddie came over, and Buck smiled at her as she joined him next to Tommy, and it felt good to see his sister again, and hear her voice when it wasn't giving him the worst news of his life so far.

"Didn't the nurse say only two at a time?" Buck asked, over the crowd.

"Yes, but we're the 118, when have we ever listened, or done what we were told?" Hen replied, a cheerful lilt in her voice.

Buck rolled his eyes and went back to the conversation he had just started with Maddie.

Eventually, after everyone else had left, Buck turned and began to fluff Tommy’s pillow up behind him. After everything that had happened to him today, Tommy deserved to be comfortable.

"Stop fussing, I'm fine," Tommy griped, exasperated, though his voice was gentle.

"Have you met me?" Buck laughed as he sat back down beside Tommy’s bed. Buck was a worrier, it’s what he did.

Tommy squeezed Buck's hand, "Why did you let go of my hand when everyone else came in?"

Buck could hear the sad tone in Tommy's voice and his heart broke, “I haven't… told anyone that we're back together yet. Aside from Eddie, that is.”

"Oh," Tommy responded, voice quiet.

Buck let go of Tommy’s hand and reached for his face and kissed him deeply. When they pulled apart, Buck kept his hands on Tommy's cheeks, "I haven't told anyone yet, because I want this to be just for us," he explained.

"Last time, I was so excited that I had discovered this new part of myself that I wanted to share it with anyone who would listen," Buck continued, as he stared into Tommy’s eyes, "everyone had their opinions, and I'm not saying they were bad opinions, most were lovely, but I want to explore this as just the two of us, with no one else getting in the way. Is that okay? I'm not trying to hide us because I think you're not worth sharing.”

Tommy nodded as he snuggled his head further into Buck's hands and pressed a kiss to each palm as he did so.

"I'm not saying it'll be forever," Buck said, "I'm sure they've probably figured it out by now anyway, I didn't exactly have the best reaction to you crashing a helicopter and nearly dying,” he added, a laugh underlined in his words.

"Is there a good reaction to that?" Tommy asked, a sarcastic lop-sided smile on his face.

"There's definitely a reaction that's more appropriate for 'oh no my ex has crashed his helicopter' and I didn't use that one," Buck huffed, "I went from zero to a hundred like I usually do.”

"That's my favourite thing about you, you know that," Tommy laughed, "It's quite useful in certain circumstances," he winked.

Buck's cheeks blushed that sweet pink once more, and Tommy grinned, charmed that he could say so little and affect Buck so strongly.

"You know, I was unconscious when they pulled me out of the helicopter," Tommy said and Buck nodded, wondering why he was rehashing what happened a few hours ago. "I could hear everything, I just couldn't react."

That's when it hit Buck. In a moment of chaos when he thought Tommy was going to die, he'd told him he loved him.

Buck withdrew and held his head in his hands with a groan, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to take things slow and I messed up last time by asking you to move in, and I'm sorry about that but you weren't breathing and I couldn't bear the thought of you dying without knowing that, and..." he had become a rambling mess, his brain sped up on overtime as he tried to articulate his thoughts.

Tommy grabbed Buck's face in a reversal of the position as best as he could from the bed with tubes upon tubes connected to various parts of his body, and held his jaw as he rubbed his thumbs over Buck’s cheeks.

"Let me see those gorgeous eyes," Tommy said, voice firm and Buck looked directly at him, unable to ignore him, "all I was going to say was that I love you too, my boyfriend, and I'm not going anywhere," Tommy said, and he made sure to put emphasis on the label as to make sure there was no confusion as to their relationship status, “especially not right now.”

Buck laughed. He loved the way that Tommy could lighten any mood with a few simple quips, it was definitely one of the things Buck loved the most about him. He loved Tommy Kinard and he wasn't afraid to say it.

"I especially love your eyes,” Tommy murmured, and his words made Buck duck his head slightly, as he looked at Tommy through his lashes. It was a little difficult, when his seat was higher than Tommy's hospital bed, but he managed, and a thrill ran through him as Tommy groaned quietly.

"I also love it when you do that", Tommy said, voice dangerously low, "but you know that, don't you? Little shit.”

Buck smiled, proud of himself that he had managed to get some payback for all the times Tommy had made him blush today.

"I also love these lips," Tommy continued, as he brushed his thumb over Buck's mouth, "and the things these lips and that mouth can do," he added, and he knew that Buck would turn that lovely shade of pink once more.

Buck had never told Tommy about his praise kink when they’d dated the first time. He didn't need to, Tommy found it out one day by accident when he jokingly called Buck a 'good boy' and saw him blush bright red and watched him get hard then and there. Tommy had immediately made a mental note to use - and abuse - that fact about Buck. It was then, too, that he'd found out how much he loved making Buck blush.

"But I think the thing I love most about you…" Tommy trailed off as he continued his showering of praise over Buck's physical features, "is that beautiful cock of yours," Tommy smirked, and reached down as best he could, to rub his hand over the shape of Buck’s cock through his pants, which was most definitely not as soft as it should be, given their situation.

"Thomas!" Buck cried out as his blush quickly turned into full-on embarrassment. Not that he wasn't slightly turned on by the humiliation but that was not something he needed to unpack right now.

Buck and Tommy were both quickly reminded of where they were, when a nurse rounded the corner and walked into the room. They managed to get themselves untangled from each other, and Tommy withdrew his hand, but he was pretty sure she had seen it.

The nurse, the consummate professional that she was, made no comment and instead picked up Tommy's chart and studied it.

"Right, Mr. Kinard," she began, "we will keep you overnight for observation, but if all goes well you should be able to go home in the morning now that you've stabilised.”

"Thank you nurse," Tommy said, ever the respectful gentleman

"One small thing, however," the nurse said, "you can't be left alone, in case of blood clotting issues.”

Buck winced, as he remembered his own struggle with blood clots previously.

"So… I need to stay with someone?" Tommy asked.

"Yes, it can be anyone, you simply need to have someone else with you at home,” the nurse said, and then she looked between the two men with a small smile, “though I dare say you've already found your person,” she finished, before she replaced Tommy's chart, and exited the hospital room.

Buck and Tommy turned to look at each other, Buck with an anticipatory look and Tommy with a grin.

"You know what this means don't you?" Buck asked, excitement underneath his words.

"Guess I'm moving in!" Tommy exclaimed with a laugh, delighted at how excited Buck seemed.

The first few months living together with Buck went very well, though Tommy had to admit that Buck’s tendency to fret and worry could be a little… overwhelming. He loved Buck more than anything, but Buck often got in his own head about what had happened a few months prior, and though Tommy loved spending time with Buck more than anything, he craved novelty.

Thomas Kinard had never been good at staying still, even more so when he was being told to do it.

“Hey,” Tommy said, as he rolled over to face Buck next to him in the bed, who was nose-deep in a book.

"Yeah?" Buck replied sleepily, as he blinked heavily, his eyes heavy, as his arm slowly dipped under his tiredness.

"How about we go out tonight?" Tommy proposed, as he gently grabbed Buck’s book and placed the LAFD themed bookmark the other man used and closed the book on the night stand next to him.

“But, your stitches-” Buck started, before Tommy shook his head.

‘My stitches will be fine for one night,” Tommy replied, his voice low. He’d known that Buck would need convincing, and he needed to keep a level tone and be rational, because Buck’s fear often became irrational, when it concerned Tommy.

"I don't know," Buck said, as he settled himself firmer underneath the blanket. Maybe if he prepared for sleep, he could convince Tommy to not go out tonight, as guilty as it made him feel inside. Their schedules were all kinds of messed up anyways, so it’s not exactly late, but… going out seemed like a bad idea, at least in Buck’s mind.

"Evan, you are clearly exhausted. How about we let someone else cook for us tonight?" Tommy wheedled, as he reached out and twisted his finger into one of Buck’s curls, “I feel like I’ve been taking advantage of your cooking for long enough, anyways” Tommy joked, though Buck still looked conflicted.

"The doctor said you need to be careful about blood clots,” Buck said, “if one happens, it can be life-threatening.”

"Buck,” Tommy replied, voice gentle, “that was two months ago, it’s okay.”

"I thought I was fine after five months!” Buck exclaimed, voice a little wild, “and then the day before I’m due to go back to work, I coughed up blood all over Athena’s patio!”

Tommy knew that Buck had a history of blood clots. He had mentioned the ladder truck bombing on one of their dates, during a discussion about crazy calls and Buck had visibly winced at the mention of the incident. He’d then filled Tommy in on the whole ordeal.

"Okay, babe, I know you have a history with this sort of stuff,” Tommy said, gentle, as he moved his hand from playing with Buck’s hair to rub his thumb over the top of Buck’s hand, “but I need you to listen to me when I tell you these are different scenarios, yeah?”

Buck nodded, hesitant, and Tommy smiled, “I know you don’t like to think about it, but I’ve suffered worse injuries than this,” Tommy started, “and I love you so much, and I appreciate that you’re worried, but I know my own body. I know what it feels like, and right now, I’m feeling a lot better than I was before.”

Buck inhaled deeply, before he exhaled, and rolled so that he faced Tommy fully, “I just couldn't handle it if you got hurt again," he said, his voice strangled as he held back the urge to cry yet again. God, here we go again, being pathetic. Nice Job, Evan, Buck thought to himself, but held firm.

“I know, babe,” Tommy smiled as he looked down at himself for a moment, “I don’t want to get hurt again either, but I need to get out before I go crazy. You know me, I don’t do sitting still.’

“Don’t I know it,” Buck muttered, before he looked up at Tommy, “...if you’re sure you’ll be okay, we can go out, but we need to be careful. No overdoing it, or Nurse Evan will know about it.”

Tommy smirked, “Nurse?” he asked, humour in his voice, “more like prison warden, I feel like I’ve been kidnapped!”

“Oh, no,” Buck laughed, the ball of anxiety in his chest greatly diminished as he looked at Tommy and saw, for the first time, just how well he’d healed up, “if I’d kidnapped you, it would’ve been a much sexier affair. You know… blindfolds, gags, that kind of stuff.”

"Don't threaten me with a good time,” Tommy winked, and Buck flushed that lovely shade of pink again. It really was one of Tommy’s favourite looks on him.

"I’ll put that down as a “maybe” on the kink list,” Buck retorted, determined to get one up on Tommy at least once.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "You have a 'kink list'?" he asked, voice incredulous, his hands raised as he made air-quotes.

"How long have you known me?" Buck replied with feigned outrage, “I’ll have you know I am a very organised individual!” even with the faux-offended tone of voice, Buck couldn’t keep it up any longer, and he laughed, as Tommy smiled at him, completely besotted.

Tommy pulled Buck in for a kiss, then, unable to stop himself, and smiled as Buck continued to giggle, even as Tommy pressed their lips together again and again. Finally, he pulled back, and Buck looked so lovely and flushed that Tommy was tempted to keep going, but Buck blinked, and then yawned heavily.

"Okay, you book the restaurant,” Buck yawned again, and shook his head at himself, “if it goes wrong, we know who to call,” he laughed lowly as the old favourite joke of first responders rolled off his tongue, “but book it for later, you’re right, I am exhausted. I need a nap.”

Tommy smiled, “Sure thing, babe,” he said, before he reached to turn the lamp on the night stand off, which plunged the bedroom into darkness, “sleep well.”

Buck murmured sleepily as he snuggled down into the bedsheets, and Tommy couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, before he settled himself in for a nap. In truth, he’s had more naps in the past couple of months than he’s ever taken before in his life, but Buck looked so sweet and he was comfy, goddammit. He’d book the restaurant in a bit.

Bar Tommy nearly forgetting to book their table in time, their dinner went much better than the last time they’d gotten dinner together, to celebrate their as-of-then six month anniversary of dating. During that dinner, it had come up that Buck and Tommy had dated the same girl, so really, it wasn’t that hard to make the dinner go better than that, but the point still stood.

The food was good, and the company was even better, and Tommy revelled in the ability to be outside and spend time with Buck at the same time. Still, even though he’d been the one to suggest this outing in the first place, he was starting to hurt.

By the time they returned home, Tommy couldn’t hide it any longer. He grimaced as he favoured his good leg; the cast had only been removed a short while ago, and his leg was still sore and easily tired out from keeping him upright.

Without being asked, Buck hooked Tommy's arm over his shoulder and carried him down the hall to the bedroom, before he released Tommy onto the bed in a way that could only be described as “lovingly dumping” him onto it.

His strength wasn't what it used to be, and Buck wasn't sure whether Tommy had gotten heavier - he certainly had gotten bigger in terms of his stature - or whether he had reduced in strength in the time since they were last together. Either way, it wouldn’t stop him from caring for Tommy the best he could.

"Here you go, babe," Buck said, out of breath, "sorry about the manhandling, I think I've messed my back up."

“Don't worry about it, you've probably messed it up tending to me these last few weeks, I bulked up whilst I was suspended,” Tommy explained with a groan, as he repositioned himself on the bed so that his bad leg wasn’t caught underneath the bulk of his weight.

”Thought it was just me,” Buck laughed lightly, “but why would’ve you bulked up when you were suspended? Wouldn’t have you been less active?”

"Had nothing much else to do,” Tommy shrugged with a slight frown, “I couldn't fly for fun, so I went to the gym instead.”

Buck turned away slightly, as guilt gnawed at him.

Tommy noticed the look on Buck's face and pulled him down on the bed next to him. He grabbed his face between his hands and looked deep into Buck’s eyes, and Buck shivered at the intensity.

"Don't feel guilty on my behalf," Tommy said firmly, but with love, "I chose to come to help out Chimney, he saved my life once so I needed to return the favour," he said, before he pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips.

Tommy had told Buck about the time that Chimney joined the 118. He had treated him badly and felt so bad about it but then Chimney had defied orders and ran back into a building with a gas leak to save Tommy's life, and he had instantly pushed down the barrier that he knew he kept up for new people. Ever since finding that out, Buck had a mental note written down to thank Chimney for breaking the ice.

Tommy wouldn’t be the man he was without it, and Buck is pretty sure that they wouldn’t have gotten together without it, either.

Buck broke off the kiss, but only for a moment, so that he could clamber up onto the bed. He positioned himself above Tommy, and their lips joined again, as Tommy let out a low noise against Buck’s mouth.

This exact situation had happened multiple times since they’d moved in together, but Buck had always cut it short, keen on not making a bad situation worse in regard to Tommy’s injury and his stitches, but they were only red-blooded men. Buck wanted more, so much more, and tonight, he was feeling a little reckless.

Still careful to not aggravate Tommy’s leg, Buck pressed himself down against Tommy, and shivered as Tommy moaned against his mouth lowly, as the other man rolled his hips up into the sensation. The heat was starting to build between them, and this time, neither of them were going to stop it.

Tommy felt the urgency too. He pulled at Buck’s shirt and lifted it away, before he sat back and just stared at his boyfriend’s physique. The fact that he had all of this to himself again? Tommy still couldn’t believe it, sometimes.

"What are you staring at?" Buck asked, as he ducked his head a little, voice quiet.

"You,” Tommy answered easily, still locked in to admiring Buck’s form.

Buck laughed lowly, grabbed Tommy's head and pushed it into his chest, which functioned perfectly in dragging Tommy out of his reverie as the other man groaned as he nuzzled into Buck’s soft skin. Maybe it’s just him being a little too besotted with Buck, but Buck always had a sort of smell to him that felt like home, and Tommy inhaled deeply as he moved his hands to press either side of Buck’s chest.

Tommy squeezed, and let out a happy noise from between the valley of Buck’s tits, which made Buck laugh as he stared down at his boyfriend. It’s almost absurd to call him that, even mentally, but Buck really couldn’t get enough of it. Tommy’s thumbs moved, then, and Buck shivered as the pads of Tommy’s thumbs rubbed over both of his nipples.

He knew Buck was sensitive, and he always used it to his advantage.

Well, two could play at that game.

Buck shifted forwards and carded one hand through Tommy’s hair. He pushed himself up and pulled Tommy down, and Tommy groaned as he was pressed further against Buck’s chest, as his tongue swept over sweat-salty skin. Everything about Buck was amazing, but his chest was just the pièce de résistance, and Tommy couldn’t get enough, even as he knew that he was giving Buck so much ammunition to use against him further down the line.

It didn’t really matter, though, because Tommy had his own ammunition against Buck. The thing about knowing someone so intimately, as Tommy did Buck, is that it gave you a lot of opportunities to get the upper hand. Not that Tommy had been counting, or anything.

Tommy smirked against Buck’s chest, and Buck couldn’t help the noise that came out of his mouth as Tommy switched from small licks to something more intense. A press of Tommy’s teeth against his skin made Buck grind down against Tommy and fuck, he could feel the way Tommy was already hard underneath him.

A roll of Tommy’s hips up against him in response made Buck pull on Tommy’s hair, and the way Tommy groaned against his skin was something else entirely. It had been long enough, by Buck’s estimates, he’d played well as Nurse Evan Buckley, and now, he was here to collect payment.

Finally, Tommy shifted from his position caught between Buck’s tits, and Buck moaned as Tommy’s tongue traced around the shape of one of his nipples, before he took it into his mouth. The temperature difference alone was enough to make Buck gasp, let alone the way Tommy moved, the slight threat of his teeth always present.

Buck loved it when Tommy got a bit rough, and he could only hope that it would be the case now.

Tommy looked up, and then lifted his mouth away, as he stared at Buck with a dark, promising look in his eyes.

“Does my baby want something?” he asked, voice just as heated as his eyes, and Buck swallowed heavily as need coursed through his body. Tommy knew what he was doing, and Buck wanted so much more of it.

“Need this,” Buck whined, as he brought a hand down to rub over the shape of Tommy’s arousal, before he ground himself down against Tommy’s lap to make it clear just what he needed from the other man.

Tommy huffed out a small laugh, even as he pressed up into Buck’s needy touch, “C’mon, you know the rules,” he teased as he tilted his head, “needy boys have to ask for what they want properly, with their words.”

Buck ducked his head, and looked at Tommy through his lashes in the way he knew the other man loved, as he rubbed his hand over the shape of Tommy’s cock, “Need this in my mouth,” he said, voice low, and hoped that Tommy wouldn’t point out that he hadn’t exactly asked the second time, either.

A sigh came from Tommy’s mouth, then, and for a moment Buck thought he’d been caught out, but Tommy simply lifted his hand away and gestured for Buck to move off his lap. Buck acquiesced, even as he felt cold from not being directly on top of the other man, though that chill was immediately replaced by heat as Tommy leant back against the headboard, and pushed the band of his underwear down.

Is it slutty to say that he loved Tommy’s cock? Buck was pretty sure that the answer to that question was a resounding yes, but he couldn’t lie to himself.

Tommy groaned lowly as he took himself in hand and stroked upwards, and Buck couldn’t look away to save his life. The movement of Tommy’s hand on his cock was almost hypnotic, and Buck licked his lips. He wanted that in his mouth so badly, but he knew what Tommy was like. Tommy would make him beg.

“Is this what you want?” Tommy asked, as he fucked up into the slide of his hand, as his mouth opened around a low moan, “do you need it?”

Buck practically whimpered as he nodded, and Tommy let out a low laugh, though not an unkind one, as he settled back against the headboard further and spread his legs to keep his bad leg out of Buck’s way.

“It’s all yours, baby,” Tommy teased, voice low, “you just need to come and get it.”

Buck licked his lips and shifted his body down the bed so that he could slot himself between Tommy’s legs as he avoided putting as much pressure on Tommy’s bad leg as he could. Up close, Tommy’s cock looked even better, and Buck could feel himself start to salivate as he moaned lowly, desperate for it.

Tommy sighed through his nose, a heated little noise, as he looked down at Buck between his legs, the sight one he had missed for far too long. His damn leg needed to heal faster, because he couldn’t go so long without having Buck so desperate, and so needy. He was so pent-up it felt like he could come just from Buck breathing close to his cock, but he wasn’t so keen as to embarrass himself that badly.

Finally, Buck pressed himself closer, and Tommy tipped his head back as Buck nuzzled in closer to his body, to his cock, and licked sweetly at the base of him, just above his balls. Then, he ducked just a little bit lower, and his tongue swept a wet line over the top of Tommy’s balls as Buck positioned himself so that Tommy’s cock lay over his face. Possessive, perfect, and filthy, and Tommy couldn’t get enough of it.

Tommy was already trying hard not to come right then and there, so desperately in love with the way Buck worshipped his body, when Buck moved, and took the head of his cock into his mouth just like that.

Buck hummed, and started to take Tommy further into his mouth, desperate for it even as he tried to not make it completely obvious. The weight of Tommy’s cock over the top of his tongue felt divine, and Buck couldn’t get enough of it as he prepared himself to take his boyfriend even deeper.

A needy noise tore its way out of Buck’s throat, muffled by Tommy’s cock, as the head of Tommy’s cock hit the back of his mouth, and Tommy’s reaction to it felt just as good as he’s sure Tommy himself felt, wet heat so perfect around his length.

“Fuck… Evan!” Tommy cried out, as he watched Buck take him deeper, and before he could convince himself that it was a bad idea with the way his leg was, Tommy moved to grab at Buck’s curls. Buck took him so well, relished in serving him, and Tommy loved the sight of it so much it almost frightened him.

He would never get enough of the way Buck looked like this, down on his knees where he belonged, cheeks flushed and plump, perfectly pink lips stretched around his cock. Tommy braced himself, and then pulled, and the movement forced Buck to take him inside of his throat.

Tommy felt Buck’s throat try to convulse, but Buck took it perfectly as he swallowed, desire having won out against the instinct to keep his throat clear. Part of Tommy wanted to keep himself deep inside Buck’s throat, wanted to see how long Buck could last before he got desperate for air and tapped out on Tommy’s thigh, but a larger part of him needed to move.

Buck’s smile around his cock felt smug, and Tommy knew exactly what to do to ruin his wonderful boyfriend, and get the upper hand. He shifted slightly, as he pulled Buck closer to him, and then he moved.

Each thrust down into Buck’s throat yielded an overwhelmed noise from his boyfriend as Tommy shifted himself into a near punishing rhythm, and even though he couldn’t see it, Tommy knew that Buck’s cock would be wet with desire, neglected as he focused all of his attention on Tommy and nothing else.

With a push that made his bad leg ache - though Tommy resolutely ignored it, he had more important things to do - Tommy bottomed out inside of Buck’s throat for the first time, and oh, Buck looked wrecked. His eyes, so beautiful, brimmed with overwhelmed tears, and Tommy could see that tracks of saliva had escaped the corners of Buck’s lips as he’d drooled over Tommy’s cock.

Fuck.

He could come, just like this, but no. Buck deserved so much more than this, for how well he’d taken care of Tommy these past few weeks. Still, it felt so good, and Tommy would be a liar if he said that he wasn’t tempted to chase his completion like this. With a sigh, Tommy slowed the movements of his hips, and finally, pulled himself out of Buck’s mouth entirely, the confused look on his boyfriend’s face downright adorable.

“Daddy’s not done with you yet, babe,” Tommy murmured, as he ran a thumb over Buck’s lower lip. Buck shivered with a small moan, and Tommy leaned back as he watched that switch flip in Buck’s brain. Buck became such a gorgeous, needy thing whenever Tommy lavished him with praise, whenever he took control and told Buck what to do, and this time was no different.

“Come up here, get yourself comfy,” Tommy continued, and Buck nodded, almost hypnotised by the sound of Tommy’s voice, low and affectionate. As Buck moved, Tommy settled himself back on the bed, and grimaced slightly as his leg twinged, but he quickly schooled his face as to not let Buck worry himself out of a good night together.

Buck moved slowly, as if caught in a trance, and Tommy smirked as his boyfriend brought himself up on his knees. He’d been right when he’d pictured Buck having neglected himself, because he could see the effects of fucking Buck’s face in the way Buck’s cock pressed up against the restraint of his underwear, more than a little wet at the tip.

Buck moved forwards, on his knees, and Tommy closed his legs as Buck got closer, until Buck was positioned over his thighs. Buck’s mouth looked used, and Tommy couldn’t help himself as he cupped the side of Buck’s face and brought him down into a kiss where he could taste himself on Buck’s lips and tongue.

“There we go, good boy,” Tommy praised, and watched with delight how Buck’s face flushed, before he moved and grabbed at Buck’s hips. He pulled at the waistband of Buck’s boxers, and hummed, “get these off, and then daddy will give you what you want, yeah?”

Buck shuddered, and nodded enthusiastically, as he desperately shoved the waistband of his underwear down, which finally exposed his needy cock. God, Buck always managed to look amazing, even as he struggled to get his boxers off without having to leave the bed. Eventually, he managed it, and Tommy gave his boyfriend a lopsided smile as he patted his thighs, inviting Buck to sit right where he belonged.

Tommy pulled him for a deep kiss once again, as he nipped at Buck’s lower lip. Buck let him in easily, and Tommy let out a low noise as his tongue slid against Buck’s, a perfect kind of harmony that he wouldn’t find anywhere else. As Buck shuddered and let him take control, Tommy grabbed at Buck’s hips again and brought the other man closer to him, and let out a groan as Buck’s cock nudged up against his own.

The saliva slick from when he’d sheathed himself in Buck’s throat only made it feel that much better as Buck whined against his mouth and started to move, wetness spread between their cocks lewdly. Unable and entirely unwilling to stop himself, Tommy moved his hands to grab at Buck’s perfect ass, before he pushed his fingers just a little bit deeper, and his eyes went wide.

“Oh, baby,” Tommy sighed out against buck’s lips as he broke their kiss, his fingers touching against the base of the toy snugly pushed inside Buck’s hole, “were you so desperate for my cock that you just couldn’t wait? Needed something to fill you up?”

Buck whimpered, and thought back to earlier during the day.

That morning, Buck had woken up with one thing on his mind, Tommy. He’d swallowed, and then he’d grabbed a box he’d not opened for a while, ever since the break-up, and he’d pulled out a plug that he knew Tommy loved. Thick, silver, and perfect, but he’d need to open himself up first. He managed himself, sure, but he’d not been with anyone - bar Justin, but that had been a terrible lapse in Buck’s judgement - since he’d initially broken up with Tommy, as it just didn’t feel right.

It didn't feel right letting someone else top him. He belonged to Tommy, and that extended to who Buck let top him. He always had belonged to Tommy, from the moment he’d met him. It had taken a while to work the toy into himself, and a while longer to get used to the feeling of it inside him while trying to go about his day-to-day business, but now, with Tommy so worked up over it, Buck knew it had been the right thing to do.

Tommy tapped on the base of the plug one last time, before he withdrew his hands, a smirk on his face, “turn around, baby, let daddy see how you fucked yourself full.”

Bucked swallowed heavily, and nodded, God, but Tommy could get filthy when he wanted to. Buck loved it, the ownership that Tommy displayed made him feel so wanted, so loved, and yet so degraded at the same time. It was the perfect mixture to get Buck so riled up that he could barely think.

Lifting himself off Tommy’s lap - reluctantly, because the urge to rock down against Tommy’s cock was still there, still potent - Buck turned himself around, before he lowered himself to his hands and knees. It showed off his ass perfectly, and Tommy groaned as he grabbed at Buck’s ass to expose the silver glint of the plug once more.

"You look so pretty baby," Tommy murmured as he played with the plug, "how long have you had this in?" he asked, before he practically pulled the plug out to its widest point to watch Buck’s hole stretch, and then pushed it back inside to give Buck a taste of what he wanted.

"Since… since this morning,” Buck admitted, as he ducked his head. He bit his lip as he felt Tommy pull on the plug and push it back inside of him, a deadly tease that he wasn’t sure he could endure for much longer.

"So we went to dinner, out in public, and you had a plug in your ass?” Tommy asked, his voice full of disbelief, “someone’s been naughty,” he teased, as he recovered from his shock, “such a needy boy, aren’t you?” Tommy clicked his tongue at the end, and Buck whimpered, his face on fire. He knew what Tommy wanted to hear.

“Yes, daddy…” Buck trailed off, before he turned to look back at Tommy as best as he could, so that Tommy could see that his face is blushed that perfect pink the other man loved so much, “need something in my ass, need you.”

“Is that so?” Tommy asked, before he tugged on the plug enough to pull it out of Buck’s ass, Buck’s hole perfectly soft as he thumbed over the stretch the plug had given it, “in my eyes, you’ve had something in your ass all day, I don’t really think you need me,” Tommy teased, and Buck whined.

He pushed back against Tommy’s hand as two of Tommy’s fingers pushed against his hole, and breadth of his two fingers slimmer than the width of the plug at its thickest point, but, fuck, it felt so good to have Tommy inside of him in at least some capacity after so long without.

“Plus,” Tommy murmured, as he pushes his fingers deeper into Buck’s hole, and watched Buck shiver and moan with greedy eyes, “you’ve been a naughty boy, and I don’t think naughty boys deserve rewards, do you?”

Tommy had no intention of withholding anything from Buck tonight, but it was just too much fun to tease Buck and make him beg, and Buck knew just as well what Tommy wanted from him, even as it made a slight squirm of embarrassment curl in his stomach.

“Please, daddy,” Buck whined, as he shifted on the bed, all too eager to finally get what he’d been waiting for.

“Please daddy, what?” Tommy asked, before he meanly pushed his fingers in just the right angle, which made Buck gasp as he rocked back against the movement. Pleasure sparked along his nerves, and at that moment, Buck forgot any semblance of shame, he needed Tommy to fuck him, preferably right now.

"Please daddy, I need your fat cock in my ass,” Buck rushed out as the words rung loud in his own ears. If Tommy didn’t cave after this, Buck wasn’t sure what would make him, but thankfully, Tommy groaned, and pulled his fingers out of Buck’s ass, though not before he nudged them against his prostate one last time.

"Good boy, asking for what you want," Tommy praised, and watched as Buck shivered. Praise was one of Buck’s favourite things, and it was always so lovely to see how Buck reacted to it. Tommy reached out, and then clicked his tongue as he pushed three fingers, coated with warmed lube, back into Buck’s hole, to test just how well the plug had stretched Buck out.

It had been a while, and he didn’t want to rush, even if he desperately wanted to feel Buck hot and wet, around his cock. Patience was a virtue, after all, and if it made Buck a little more whiny and more desperate for Tommy’s cock, that was a bonus.

Buck pressed himself back with a gasp, Tommy’s fingers having gotten to the point where they stretched him a little bit more than the width of the plug had, and he moaned as Tommy settled into a rhythm of deep thrusts, before he stretched his fingers out as he pulled back.

“Daddyyyy,” Buck whined as he pushed back on Tommy’s fingers again, and even though he knew Tommy was making sure he wouldn’t hurt himself, he couldn’t help but get impatient, “want your cock, not your fingers…”

“Getting desperate are we?” Tommy asked, with a low laugh, before he pulled his fingers out fully, “don’t get all whiny on me baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah? Turn around, I wanna see my baby’s pretty face while I fuck him.”

With that, Tommy withdrew his hand and patted Buck’s hip, making Buck shiver before he turned to face Tommy and made his way up the bed, Buck settled himself, kneeling over the top of Tommy’s lap, and he moaned as he felt Tommy grind up against him the best he could in the position they were in.

Tommy grimaced slightly as his leg twinged with pain. He wouldn’t be able to fuck up into Buck for as long as he wanted to, and he knew he probably shouldn’t risk it, but how could he resist when Buck looked so sweet above him? He shifted to relieve as much of the ache in his leg as he could, and then Tommy grabbed at Buck’s hips and started to pull the other man down.

Buck reached behind himself, and hummed low in his throat as he finally wrapped his hand around Tommy’s cock, as Tommy guided him down. The first push of the head of Tommy’s cock up against his hole was bliss, and Buck couldn’t help the moan he let out as Tommy started to press inside.

Tommy was a good sight bigger than his plug, and it had been a while, but fuck, Buck loved the stretch. It made him feel so full, so loved, cherished from all angles, and it just felt plain amazing to have Tommy inside of him once more. Still, he had to take it slow, the stretch of Tommy’s cock in his ass more than a bit overwhelming as his thighs trembled.

Nails dug in against his hips as Tommy resisted pushing up fully, instead, he slowly guided Buck down as Buck took more and more of him inside, but when Tommy let out a grunt that sounded closer to pain than pleasure, Buck realised that his boyfriend was struggling to support him and push up into him at the same time with his bad leg.

Buck laid his hands over Tommy’s where they gripped at his hips, and with a bit of non-verbal communication, Tommy let go. Buck spread his knees just a little bit more, before he started to lift himself up off Tommy’s dick, and his thighs strained deliciously as he did so. Buck lifted himself until only the head of Tommy’s cock was still inside of his ass, before he dropped himself back down, as the lewd slap of skin on skin sounded in his ears.

“Fuck, Evan,” Tommy panted, mesmerised by the sight in front of him as Buck began to ride him in earnest, and honestly, Buck was just as entranced by the feeling. Each time he lifted himself, his body clung to Tommy, as if it didn’t want Tommy to pull out at all, and each time he pushed himself back down, his nerves sung with the pleasure of taking Tommy back inside of him.

They were made for each other.

“Taking Daddy’s cock so well, baby,” Tommy mindlessly gasped, before he felt the pleasure in the pit of his stomach snake outwards through his nerves. He wasn’t gonna last much longer, but he needed to make sure that Buck came before he did. It was a point of pride, and plus, Buck always looked so pretty when he came.

Tommy reached between the slick slide of their bodies and wrapped his hand around the base of Buck’s cock, and oh, the way Buck gasped and shivered and pushed his cock up into his touch was divine. Buck’s movements stuttered a little, but then, he started to ride Tommy harder, a new desperation having sparked in his body to come and to make Tommy come inside of him in turn.

“Daddy,” Buck whined, his cheeks red and his body covered with a gorgeous sheen of sweat, “daddy, I’m gonna come, please, I wanna come.”

God, Buck always sounded so lovely when he begged. Tommy groaned, and his cock twitched inside of Buck’s ass, as he stroked over the length of Buck’s cock lightly, just enough to make sure Buck couldn’t come just yet.

“Does my baby want to be greedy?” Tommy asked, voice ragged, “does he want to come before he makes his daddy come?”

Buck whined, and it was clear he was caught between shaking his head no because he was so lovely and always wanted the most for Tommy, and nodding yes because he was that desperate. Tommy huffed a small laugh, and sped up the motion of his hand, as he directed a lopsided smirk up at his boyfriend.

“Come for daddy, then, baby,” he says, and as soon as Buck had permission, he whined, and sped up the motions of his riding, so close to his peak yet just a little too far out. Buck let out a desperate moan, and then he slammed himself down against Tommy’s thighs one last time - still just aware enough to not place his weight on his boyfriend’s bad leg - and then, he came.

Tommy hummed as Buck’s cock twitched in his hand and his boyfriend came undone atop of him, and Tommy couldn’t stop himself as he stroked Buck through his peak. He meanly rubbed his thumb up against the most sensitive part of Buck’s cock, just underneath the tip, and Buck whined as his muscles clenched down beyond his control.

“Oh, fuck,” Tommy moaned, before he pushed himself up one more time, his bad leg be damned, as he sheathed himself as deep as he possibly could inside of Buck’s ass, “so good for me, baby, take it all.”

His own orgasm overtook him, and each pulse of pleasure that washed over his nerves translated into him filling Buck, just how Buck loved it, and the happy little moan that Buck let out above him as he started to come down from his peak only spurred Tommy’s pleasure on more.

Finally, it ended and Tommy slumped back against the headboard with a low, rumbled moan as he closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he was graced with the most gorgeous sight of Buck, post-orgasm, absolutely radiant, sweaty and flushed with a perfect smile on his face.

The two of them stayed still for a moment, as they basked in the feel of each other’s bodies as they started to cool down, but something nagged at the back of Tommy’s brain.

“Hey, babe,” Tommy started, his voice a little contrite, “was that okay for you?”

“Huh?” Buck asked, voice a little confused, “it was great, yeah. What’s wrong?”

Tommy shook his head, “Nothing, just making sure I didn’t take the dirty talk too hard, you know, with the humiliation thing.”

Even with how much he loved Buck and adored having sex with him, it still felt a little difficult to fully talk about these things, but Buck simply smiled, face open and happy, as he shook his head in return.

“Nah, it was fine,” Buck turned away for a second, and a blush lit up on his cheeks, “more than fine, actually, it… really got me going. I wasn’t sure how much I’d be into it, but… well, you saw what happened.”

Relief flooded Tommy, and he cupped Buck’s jaw with a warm hand and drew his boyfriend in for a kiss, and Buck sighed, hot and heady against his mouth. They could easily go again, hell, Tommy wanted to, but his leg was already aching, he couldn’t afford to push things too far lest Buck slide back on worrying about him too much.

As he broke their kiss, Tommy shifted on the bed, and let out a low noise of pain, which made Buck’s eyes open wide.

“Oh!’ Buck exclaimed, “I should probably get off you, huh?”

“Not that I’m not loving you on top of me again, but I do need to move, yeah,” Tommy sighed, and a small moan comes out of his mouth as Buck lifted himself up, until he was out of Buck’s body.

Unable to stop himself, Tommy moved his hands down to Buck’s ass and spread his cheeks, before he dipped two fingers against Buck’s bullied-soft hole. Buck moaned, and Tommy couldn’t help but push a little, as he felt his cum as it started to leak out of Buck’s hole. Perfectly used.

“You’re making it pretty hard to wanna move,” Buck complained, and Tommy laughed lowly, before he moved his hands and Buck swung his leg over Tommy’s own. Buck let out a sigh as he flopped down next to his boyfriend, his muscles felt wonderfully sore, and his brain marvellously empty, and really, Tommy was the only person that could make Buck feel this good.

Tommy sighed as he stretched his legs. They ached, yes, but he wouldn’t give up getting to have sex with Buck for the world, and it really had been too long since he’d felt Buck’s body against his own.

“We’re never waiting that long for sex ever again,” Tommy complained, voice light and humorous, and Buck laughed, as he turned to look at Tommy.

“Yeah?” Bucked asked, voice low, “think I’ve found one of the great Thomas Kinard’s weaknesses.”

“Mmm, whatever shall I do?” Tommy smiled, and sighed as Buck drew in for another kiss. It was so easy to lose himself in Buck’s touch, the way Buck reacted when he slid his tongue over the other man’s soft bottom lip, the way Buck’s breath huffed against his cheek as he nearly forgot that he could breathe through his nose every time they kissed.

They’re broken apart as the doorbell sounds, and Tommy groaned as Buck pulled away.

“Talk about bad timing,” Tommy complained, but as he tried to pull himself off the bed, his leg protested in the form of a sharp pain that made him let out a noise of pain as he winced.

“It’s okay, I’ll get it,” Buck quipped, before he pulled himself up from the bed much faster than Tommy could manage currently, and slid his boxers back up his legs. Then he grabbed his pants and a shirt, as he made himself presentable for answering the door, even if the persistent flush on his cheeks and his mussed hair pointed to him having been otherwise occupied very recently.

“You’re gonna go answer the door with my cum in your ass?” Tommy asked, voice incredulous, as he raised an eyebrow, and Buck only laughed.

“I’m dressed, aren’t I?” Buck asked, “that’s good enough in my book.”

Buck padded out of the bedroom, and Tommy focused on getting himself up from the bed as carefully as he could, and dressed himself slower than Buck had.

Meanwhile, Buck made his way down to the front door, and the doorbell rung again just before he reached it, “Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Buck said to himself, before he peered through the peephole to see who could possibly want him and Tommy at this time of night.

“It’s Athena!” Buck called out to let Tommy know that he needed to make himself presentable for answering the door himself, and Tommy called down in the affirmative as Buck turned the doorknob and opened it.

On the other side of the door, Athena was laden down with bags of groceries and pre-made plate meals from the rest of the 118, and Buck hugged her, before he grabbed a few of the bags off her. The 118 had been doing this for a couple of weeks at this point, and while Buck didn’t want to take it for granted, he also couldn’t deny that it was nice to be so looked after.

“Hey, Buck, how are you doing?” Athena asked, before she looked around, a little contrite, “sorry for coming by so late.”

Buck shook his head, as he heard Tommy start to move around upstairs, “Don’t worry about it, time isn’t real for first responders, you know that. Might as well be the middle of the day for how likely it is for me to be awake right now.”

Athena laughed, and Buck continued, “I’ve been good, thanks. It’s been tiring, but we’re managing alright, getting somewhere at long last,” Buck hoped to all hope that Athena would see the tiredness reflected in his expression and eyes as exhaustion from caring for Tommy and not exhaustion from… well.

Buck smiled at Athena, “Thanks for bringing all this stuff, seriously,” Buck said, and Athena shook her head with a smile.

“It’s not me that you need to thank,” she said, “I did make the wellington, I found one of Bobby’s recipes and tried to replicate it, so hopefully it’s as good as the original!”

Buck’s chest tightened a little at the mention of Bobby, but he made himself smile and nod, “I’m sure it will be,” he said, “let’s get these inside so you can put some stuff down,” he continued, and Athena nodded. Between the two of them they got all of the bags inside and dealt with, though when Buck turned around to face Athena again, she looked rather serious.

“Where’s Tommy?” she asked, and Buck swallowed as he tried to stop himself from blushing.

“He hurt his leg recently, so he’s upstairs resting on the bed,” he said, as he hoped to hell and back that Tommy had managed to get himself dressed and the bedroom in order.

“Can I talk to him?” Athena asked, and Buck nodded, as he led Athena back towards the stairs, and he called ahead, as one last warning for Tommy to get his shit together.

“Tommy! Stop being anti-social, Athena’s here,” he called out, tone humorous, and a laugh from the bedroom as Tommy opened it at the end of the hallway as they got to the top of the stairs settled Buck’s fears that they’d be caught out.

“Hey, ‘thena,” Tommy greeted, before he grimaced, putting weight on his healthy leg, “come in, I’m gonna sit back down for a sec.’”

“Oh, don’t push yourself on my accord,” Athena agreed, and then Buck and Athena made their way into the bedroom. Damn, Tommy had even opened the window some and put down some air-freshener, just enough to read as welcoming a guest instead of covering up something embarrassing.

“I already asked Buck, but how are you doing?” Athena asked as Tommy sat back down on the edge of the bed with a grimace, and Tommy sighed.

“Better than I was, but that’s not exactly hard,” he groused, and Athena grimaced in sympathy, as she sighed through her nose.

“Unfortunately, I’m about to make the two of you feel worse,” she said, her voice strangely grave, and Buck frowned as his heart-rate ticked up a bit. Anxiety started to brew low in his stomach, and it was Tommy who asked for clarification.

“What’s up?” he asked, and Athena looked away for a moment as she clearly tried to figure out how to word what she was going to say next.

“As you both know,” Athena started, “your helicopter didn’t crash because of a mechanical fault, or pilot error.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy said, and Buck sat himself on the edge of the bed next to his boyfriend as he sought comfort. Tommy’s hand found his and squeezed it tight, and Athena smiled slightly at the sign of affection, before she continued.

“The LAPD investigated the crash scene afterwards, and it was determined that the helicopter was shot at, and that’s what caused the crash,” Athena explained, and Buck swallowed, as a nauseous kind of fear infiltrated into his stomach, “no other LAFD or LAPD choppers were present near you at the time either, so we can rule out a situation like the sniper from a few years ago, too.”

Oh, Buck already hated where this was going.

“Chim mentioned bullet holes at the scene,” Buck practically whispered, and Athena nodded.

“Athena, what are you getting at?” Tommy asked as he squeezed Buck’s hand harder, and Athena let out a ragged sigh.

“What I’m getting at, Tommy, is that this was a targeted attack. Someone shot down your helicopter specifically,” Athena emphasised.

Buck inhaled sharply, his breath caught in his chest, as Athena’s next words barely registered through the pounding pulse of his heartbeat in his ears.

“Someone wanted you dead.”