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The first time Tommy kissed him was a revelation. It was exhilarating as the first leap off the diving board at the start of the summer season, as refreshing as that first clean breath after breaking the water’s surface. The kind that has your lungs burning and your heart flying up against your ribcage in the very best way.
And it only got better from there.
It’s been a few weeks since that first day in Buck’s loft, when Tommy’s fingers first brushed Buck’s chin with a sureness and a reverence unlike any other Buck had ever known. From that first press of Tommy’s lips against his— the moment when the pieces slid into place and something bloomed in Buck’s chest and hummed in his veins— he felt good, and grounded, and settled in a way he never had before.
It’s been a few weeks, and the newness has worn off but the excitement hasn’t. The hunger hasn’t.
Kisses have turned into handjobs which turned into blowjobs which turned into Buck getting fucked within an inch of his sanity. A chill dances up Buck’s spine every time he thinks about it, even now. How his skin sparked to life beneath Tommy’s touch. How the reverence in Tommy’s voice as he murmured Buck’s name had his heart soaring, his lips curling into a smile. How Tommy’s kiss brought with it the thrill of setting off on a new adventure and the grounding comfort of coming home all at once.
And the fact that Tommy can do things with his tongue that Buck’s only seen in his wildest, filthiest dreams doesn’t hurt either.
Buck has learned a lot in the last few weeks. About Tommy, about sex with men, about himself. He feels settled in his own skin for the first time in his life.
It helps that Tommy’s a great teacher. And Buck’s a quick study. It’s hard not to be when he has a stupidly hot, ridiculously generous, incredibly attentive teacher.
Today happens to be one of Buck’s favorite types of days. The stars aligned and they wound up overlapping days off. Tommy came straight to the loft after finishing his shift, the morning light pouring through the windows and dancing shadows across the sharp lines of his face when Buck opened the door to let him in. Tommy had two coffees in one hand and a bag with Buck’s favorite breakfast tacos in the other, both of which were forgotten when Buck shut the door behind him and pinned him up against it for a searing kiss. The food and coffee were quickly deposited on the kitchen island in favor of swapping hot, eager kisses all the way across the loft and up to Buck’s bed. Only they didn’t make it there. They made it up all of two stairs before Buck decided that the bed was too damn far away and dropped to his knees right there. It didn’t take long before Tommy was coming down his throat with a strangled gasp, his fingers fisted in Buck’s hair and a litany of praise on his lips.
“My turn,” Tommy said, tugging Buck up and pulling him in for a filthy kiss.
Buck shook his head, grinning as he kissed Tommy once more. “Eat,” he told him. “You just got off shift. I just got back from the gym and need a shower. And then you can have me however you want me.”
Tommy found it hard to argue with that, kissing Buck one more time before sending him off up the stairs with a playful swat to his ass. “You’re a menace!” Buck called after him, and Tommy could hear the grin stretching across his face.
And now, Buck stands in front of his bathroom mirror, wiping the steam away as he thinks about the many ways in which Tommy might take him apart in just a few minutes. His heart hammers in his chest, eagerness and anticipation thrumming in his veins as he hears footsteps on the stairs.
Buck’s breath catches in his throat as Tommy’s arms wrap around him from behind, his eyes fluttering shut. “Tommy–” he manages to choke out. Tommy’s chest is pressed flush against Buck’s back, his breath warm against the side of Buck’s neck as he hums in response.
“Hi,” Tommy’s voice is low, just shy of a growl. It stirs something in Buck’s gut, heat pooling. Buck’s body is blanketed in chills, half a moan trapped in his throat as Tommy nips at the shell of his ear. “Spent my whole shift thinking about you,” Tommy murmurs.
“Me, too,” Buck admits, grinning as he turns to meet Tommy in a kiss that’s sloppy and uncoordinated and somehow still perfect. “You have me now.”
Tommy grins. “I sure do.”
Buck’s hand flies out to the wall in a desperate attempt to steady himself as Tommy’s arms start moving south, pausing to tug at the towel slung low on Buck’s hips. Buck’s sharp inhale as Tommy shoves his towel down echoes throughout the room for a beat, only until it’s chased away by a whine as Tommy takes his hands away.
“Shh,” Tommy hums. “Be patient.”
Buck’s breath catches in his throat as Tommy spins him around and pins him with his back against the sink. Buck pushes himself up onto the counter, and while the countertop is cool beneath his bare skin, it does nothing to calm the flames licking across his skin as Tommy’s gaze rakes over him.
Buck’s knees fall open on instinct and Tommy lets out a sound that’s halfway between a sigh and a moan. It’s desperate and heady and Buck knows without a doubt it’s going to be the soundtrack to all his future wet dreams.
“Fuck, how are you real?” Tommy’s breath dances across Buck’s stubbled jaw, his hands settling on Buck’s thighs and spreading them apart even more. Buck bites back a moan and says a silent prayer he leaves bruises.
Buck laughs against Tommy’s lips as they meet in a hungry kiss.
Stars explode behind Buck’s eyes as Tommy’s fingers trail up his sides. His eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back against the mirror as he takes a shaky breath and tries not to melt beneath Tommy’s touch.
Tommy takes the opportunity to lick down the exposed column of Buck’s neck, sucking a mark into the spot where it meets his collarbone. It’s far enough down that no one will be the wiser once Buck has a shirt on again, but Tommy will know.
Buck will know.
And that’s more than enough for him.
“T-Tommy,” Buck pants as Tommy drops to his knees, looking up at Buck through his lashes with lust-blown pupils and a devilish grin. Buck takes a ragged breath, sparks running through him as Tommy noses at his hip, nipping and licking at the skin there before moving across his stomach. By the time he gets to the skin of his inner thigh, Buck thinks he might have died and gone to heaven. Heat pools in his stomach, his skin buzzing beneath Tommy’s touch.
Tommy’s fingers fan out against Buck’s stomach, running over warm skin and toned muscle as his heart pounds in his chest. He wants. He wants so, so badly.
“Hold on,” Buck says. Tommy stops immediately, looking at Buck with nothing but patience and understanding in his eyes. The warmth and the fondness behind it nearly splits Buck in two.
“You okay?” Tommy asks.
Buck nods. “Yes,” he promises him. He tugs Tommy up to his feet and pulls him in for a reassuring kiss. “Just wanna get in bed.”
Tommy grins, his eyes sparkling as he nods at the bedroom door. “Let’s go.”
They waste no time, Buck falling onto the bed and spreading his legs as Tommy fills the space between them. Tommy’s clothes hit the floor as Buck fumbles in his nightstand for the lube. He tosses it to Tommy who wastes no time in slicking up his fingers and pressing the first into Buck, who rewards him with a loud, unabashed moan and a broken plea for “Another one, gimme another one.”
Stars explode behind Buck’s eyelids as Tommy takes him apart with his fingers— two first, then three— as they scissor and twist inside him. Tommy coaxes the most delicious noises out of him— gasps and groans and desperate begs for more, more please. Tommy’s other hand is on Buck’s hip, holding him down in an attempt to keep him from arching off the bed.
Buck feels like he’s floating, feels better than he ever has. He can’t remember where his skin ends and Tommy’s begins. He doesn’t think he cares to know, either. All he knows is his entire body is on fire in the very best way.
“God, Tommy,” Buck manages to get out, voice thick with lust, his breath coming in gasps. “ Please .”
Tommy will never get tired of seeing Buck like this, wrecked and begging. “Please what?” Tommy asks.
“Fuck me,” Buck says, and the confidence with which he says it sends a flash of pride zipping down Tommy’s spine. He’s come pretty damn far from the first time they did this, and Tommy’s really fucking proud of him. Getting to come home to Buck in his bed already makes Tommy the luckiest man in any room he walks into. But having Buck like this, where he knows he wants, knows what he likes, and doesn’t hesitate to ask for it? It’s so hot it makes Tommy feel a little bit insane.
So hot, in fact, that Tommy thinks he should fuck him about it. “Yeah?” Tommy asks, his lips trailing up Buck’s neck and pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. He rubs his fingers in slow, even circles against Buck’s prostate, relishing in the way Buck shudders beneath him, arching into his touch. “You think you earned it?”
Buck’s breath catches in his throat, his lashes fluttering as he nods. “Yes,” he insists, and there’s that confidence again, setting Tommy’s skin on fire.
He slides his fingers out and moves up to kiss him, Buck’s lips curling into a smile beneath his as he lines himself up and presses in slowly. Buck’s pleased gasp bleeds into a long, drawn out groan, his fingers digging into Tommy’s shoulder.
“Good boy, that’s it,” Tommy murmurs, pressing a kiss to Buck’s temple as he bottoms out. He stills, giving him time to adjust. Time that Buck, apparently, doesn’t want or need, if the way he’s rocking his hips beneath him already is any indication.
The praise lights Buck up. Tommy’s words settle over him and send sparks dancing across his skin, molten lava in his veins. The final, frayed shreds of Buck’s sanity go up in the flames that Tommy ignited, and he begins to come undone.
“Good, m’good, c’mon,” Buck says, the edges of his words blurring together beneath the ecstasy coursing thick and fast through his veins. He looks up at Tommy with a happy, sated smile, his eyes lust-blown and sparkling, his cheeks flushed. “Please.”
Fuck if Tommy’s going to deny him anything. He does as Buck so beautifully, deliciously begs, and starts to move. Buck falls apart beneath him as Tommy falls into a rhythm. Tommy thinks he could do this forever, live the rest of his life here, in Buck’s bed, chasing those little punched-out moans and bitten-off gasps that make him burn with desire.
Buck seems to have lost his memory of all words other than fuck, Tommy, yes, again, harder.
He babbles as Tommy fucks into him, begging for more between sharp inhales of breath and hot, open-mouthed kisses. Tommy starts to slow down, trading full, hard thrusts for long, languid rolls of his hips. Buck opens his mouth to protest, but the shine in Tommy’s eye tells him he has his reasons.
Sure enough, he does.
“You wanna get on top?” Tommy asks, his breath warm as it ghosts across Buck’s kiss-swollen lips.
They’ve never done it like that, but that doesn’t scare Buck. He trusts Tommy— he knows he wouldn’t suggest it if he didn’t think Buck would like it. And he knows that if he doesn’t like it, he can say as much without so much as a second of judgment. He’s safe here. Safe with Tommy. Safe to explore, to try, to chase his desires and live in his bliss.
So he nods, and it’s all the confirmation Tommy needs before he has one hand on the back of Buck’s neck and the other on his hip, and he’s flipping them over so effortlessly it has heat pooling in Buck’s belly. Buck feels good like this, straddling Tommy. He feels confident and hot and powerful in a way he can’t quite describe. A rush of ecstasy dances up his spine, settles over him and leaves him feeling happy and full and complete in a way he never did before Tommy kissed him for the first time that night in his kitchen.
“That’s it,” Tommy hums, fingers settling on Buck’s hips. He grins. “Knew you’d like that.”
“Yeah?” Buck asks, rolling his hips experimentally. Tommy gasps, dropping his head forward to Buck’s shoulder. His teeth graze the warm skin there, and Buck needs Tommy back in him now because he wants to come on his cock and at the rate they’re going, he’s running out of time.
“Yeah,” Tommy assures him, looking up at him with that sparkle in his eyes Buck has grown so fond of. It’s still there, even now, even as Tommy’s eyes are practically black, pupils swallowed up by lust and desire. “You look good in my lap.”
Holy fuck .
“Would look better on your cock,” Buck says, reaching behind him. His fingers brush against Tommy’s own, the two of them guiding him in together. It’s one of the hottest things Buck’s ever experienced, which is shaping up to be a theme with Tommy. Not that he’s complaining.
He breathes through the welcome stretch, sinking down slowly as Tommy runs a hand up and down his flank.
“Fuck, baby,” Tommy breathes. “Look at you.”
Buck does as he’s told, looking down at where his own cock is red and leaking, smearing precome against his stomach as he rolls his hips.
His breath catches in his throat, only to be punched out of him a second later as Tommy rolls his hips, his fingers digging into Buck’s thigh as they rock against one another.
Buck rises up, all the breath stolen from his lungs as he sinks back down. His insides light up, and he feels good - so good, like everything in his life was leading up to this. And maybe it was. Maybe it has been.
“Don’t even. Have. To teach you,” Tommy pants. He grins, and Buck feels warm all over beneath it all. Beneath his praise, beneath his touch, beneath the warmth and generosity in every single one of Tommy’s ever-present smiles. Buck rises up again, sinking back down faster this time. Tommy’s eyes roll back in his head, a curse lost on his lips as Buck does it again, and again, building up a rhythm as Tommy pants and gasps beneath him.
“Can you— Ah— can you get off like this?” Tommy manages to get out.
Buck’s not sure. He’s never come untouched before, but it’s all so good and so much that he thinks he might be able to. “Dunno,” he breathes. “I— I wanna try. Can I try?”
Tommy’s warm laugh rumbles in his chest. Buck can feel it beneath where his fingers are splayed across his ribs. “You can try anything you want,” Tommy assures him.
It doesn’t take much. Tommy thrusts his hips up, meeting each roll of Buck’s hips and Buck is already teetering on the edge. And then Tommy’s fingers thread through Buck’s hair, and Buck’s skin sings at the gentle pressure as Tommy pulls him in for a kiss.
And then Tommy tugs at his hair and murmurs “Good boy, you can do it,” against Buck’s lips and he’s coming on a sob. He paints their stomachs in thick, hot ropes of come, his vision whiting out and his whole body shaking. Tommy fucks him through it, guiding him back gently until his back hits the mattress and Tommy can fuck into him with slow, languid thrusts that have Buck’s toes curling and his cock flagging already as he slowly comes back to himself.
“In me,” Buck murmurs, his voice thick and syrupy. “Please. In me.”
Tommy obeys, rolling his hips once more before his orgasm overtakes him. He bites down on Buck’s shoulder as he comes, filling him up as he shudders through his release.
“That’s good,” Buck hums, peppering Tommy’s cheeks and jaw with tiny kisses. “That’s so good, you’re so good to me.”
Tommy’s arms wrap around him, their chests heaving against one another as they breathe and kiss and hum and kiss some more.
“You’re perfect,” Tommy murmurs into Buck’s curls, dropping a kiss to the top of his head as Buck tucks his face into the crook of Tommy’s neck. He takes a long, deep breath, letting himself slip away beneath the gentleness of Tommy’s touch and the familiar scent of his aftershave. He feels good and right and safe and happy.
But most of all, he feels like himself.