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After the first time, sex becomes a semi-regular thing.
Their schedules are still chaotic, as first responders’ lives tend to be, and they don’t get as much time together as Buck would really like, but he and Tommy text all the time, call whenever they both have some down time, and they try to go out somewhere once or twice a week, going back to one of their apartments afterwards.
Buck gets the chance to practice his blowjob skills more, gets the chance to feel Tommy’s mouth and hands on every part of his body - and he does mean every part.
He’s pretty sure the first time he came after Tommy ate him out, he saw God.
It takes almost a month before they get another night all to themselves, no other plans or obligations. They get takeout from Buck’s favorite hibachi place, eating it while watching a baseball game. After the game, after washing the dishes, Tommy winds Buck in close with an arm around his waist, and they spend a little bit of time making out against the counter, enjoying the fact that they don’t have to rush. Making out against the counter turns into Tommy lifting Buck onto the counter, making Buck’s head spin with how quickly he gets turned on.
They don’t go any further than that in the kitchen; when Buck starts making the needy, desperate noises he’s finally started to stop feeling self-conscious about, Tommy carefully helps him down, and then guides them back through his apartment to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them before tipping Buck back onto the bed. Buck goes eagerly, squirming until his head is resting against the pillows, reaching up to draw Tommy back in against him. Tommy fits perfectly between Buck’s legs, and it only takes a few minutes before clothes are coming off. The first brush of Tommy’s chest against his makes Buck sigh, relaxing back into the mattress, and he can taste Tommy’s smile in the next kiss.
“Good?” he murmurs, hand drifting over Buck’s ribs and down, nails catching on Buck’s happy trail and making him shiver.
“So good,” Buck assures him, one hand sweeping down Tommy’s back to cup his ass, pull Tommy in closer so Buck can roll his hips and drag their cocks together, making Tommy groan deep in his chest the way that Buck really likes hearing.
They don’t talk for a while after that, too busy kissing and touching just to be touching, exploring each other’s bodies and enjoying the foreplay. It’s… not really something Buck’s gotten to do before; most of the women he’s been with haven’t been big on foreplay, on just spending time being close without fucking, and he’s found over the past couple of weeks with Tommy that he really, really likes it - and Tommy is more than happy to indulge him.
Buck’s drawn from his thoughts by a gentle nip to his jaw, making him gasp and jerk beneath Tommy; when he meets Tommy’s gaze, it’s fond, knowing. “Lost in your head, Evan?” Tommy teases.
Buck feels the flush start in his cheeks and spread over his chest. “A little bit,” he admits. “Good thoughts, though.”
Tommy hums, soothing the sting on Buck’s jaw with a kiss. “I’ve got a thought,” he says, and when Buck looks at him he sees Tommy watching him with a careful expression, like he’s wary of spooking Buck. “About what we could do tonight?” Buck hums a question, one hand skimming up and over Tommy’s chest to curl around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the buzzed-short hairs there while he waits for Tommy to continue.
Tommy’s eyes flutter closed, and Buck can’t help but smile - there’s something so nice in how easily Tommy trusts him to be vulnerable around, to be intimate with. “No pressure, no - expectations,” Tommy finally says, eyes opening and meeting Buck’s gaze, his own intense and soft at the same time. “But I, uh, may have restocked the lube and condoms I keep in the nightstand, so, if you wanted to try anything more than just - hands and mouths. I’ve got supplies.”
It takes a moment for the implication to sink in, and Buck blinks - then nods fast enough that he almost bashes his forehead into Tommy’s. “Yes, yes, I - That sounds like a great plan - “
Tommy cuts him off with a kiss, which Buck is more than happy to allow, because he really doesn’t know how to articulate everything in his head and dick except for the overwhelming thought of dear god please yes -
“Easy,” Tommy laughs, and Buck has the almost-mortifying realization that he said that last bit out loud. It would be mortifying, but right now he’s too turned on to really care, and anyway, he’s with Tommy.
He’s safe here.
Tommy’s still smiling, the kind of smile that’s damn near blinding, making his nose and eyes scrunch, and Buck gives in to the urge to stretch up, kissing the corner of Tommy’s eye just to hear the quiet laugh Tommy huffs. He turns his head, catching Buck’s mouth in another drugging kiss as Buck comes back to rest against the pillows. Tommy’s body stretches along his own, their legs tangled together, Tommy’s hands around Buck’s wrists stretching up and over Buck’s head, pressing Buck into the mattress. Buck tosses his head back when Tommy rolls his hips, teasing both of them with delicious friction before he pulls away, bracing himself on his elbows. “So, I figured - this is your first time with a guy, right?”
Buck manages to scrape together enough brain cells to raise a brow and give Tommy a deadpan look. “You know it is.” He can’t keep up the serious look when Tommy grins, Buck grinning with him before he’s even realized his mouth is moving.
“Right. Well, I was thinking that you could fuck me, this first time.” Buck makes a noise he can’t even describe then, and Tommy grins. “It’ll be different from fucking a woman, obviously, but - let’s ease you in for the first time. I know you like to throw yourself into the deep end, but I don’t think we should do that with this.”
Buck would argue, but firstly - Tommy’s not wrong. And secondly, he doesn’t have enough blood left in his brain to come up with an argument, so really the only choice he has is to nod and say, voice hoarse like the time he’d finally managed to master his gag reflex well enough to let Tommy (carefully) fuck his throat, “Sounds like a plan.”
Tommy’s smile is more than a little smug, but Buck figures that’s alright this time, because he did come up with a good plan. Tommy lets go of Buck’s wrists, leaning over to rummage through his nightstand drawer for a moment before straightening with lube and a condom in his hand. Buck blinks when he sees -
“That’s the same kind of condom I keep at the loft.”
“I know,” Tommy says easily. “You left the drawer open the other week and I saw it, figured I’d grab a box just in case.”
The gesture and the thought behind it, the idea that Tommy’s been wanting this for long enough to think about which size and brand of condom that Buck prefers, makes something twist in Buck’s chest, sting at the back of his eyes. He reaches up, pulling Tommy in for a kiss before he can get any more emotional and ruin the mood. Tommy seems happy to roll with it, humming into the kiss and depositing both condom and lube on the pillow next to Buck’s head in favor of getting his hand on Buck’s jaw, tilting his head until the angle is absolutely perfect.
Tommy’s the one who finally breaks the kiss, sitting up and grabbing the lube once more, shifting until he’s kneeling over Buck’s thighs, Buck’s hand on his thighs just so he can feel the muscles flex there. “I’m gonna get myself ready,” he says, popping the cap, “and I want you to watch, baby.”
“Watch and learn?” Buck guesses, licking his lips as he finds himself unable to tear his gaze from where Tommy’s fingers are slick.
“And learn,” Tommy agrees, lifting himself onto his knees and reaching around. Buck’s gaze is drawn to his throat when Tommy’s head falls back on a sigh, and before he realizes what he’s doing, Buck is sitting up, pressing a kiss to where he can feel Tommy’s pulse jumping. Tommy makes an approving, encouraging noise, and Buck lets himself linger, worrying a bruise there that’ll bloom dark and tender.
Buck knows when Tommy’s slipped the first finger in, because Tommy moans, loud and unashamed, hips rocking so that his cock drags against Buck’s stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precome. Buck lets his lips drag down, finding the join of Tommy’s neck and shoulder as his hands slide up, curling around Tommy’s waist. He can feel the way Tommy’s shoulder works beneath his chin as he fingers himself, and before Buck quite realizes what he’s doing, he’s moving one hand, finding Tommy’s arm, feeling the muscles flex beneath his fingers before he slides his hand down, covering Tommy’s hand with his own.
Tommy chuckles, breathless, his head tipping forward until he can speak into Buck’s ear, making him shiver. “Can’t help yourself, huh? Gotta touch?”
Buck swallows, absorbed in the feeling of Tommy’s skin slicked with lube, the way his hand rocks into Buck’s as he withdraws. “Yeah,” he says, husky. “I - I want to - Can I - “
Tommy hums, and then he leans away from Buck just enough to grab the lube from where he’d dropped it. “You can,” he says, nose brushing Buck’s cheek as he presses the bottle into Buck’s free hand. “Go slow, I’ll tell you what to do.”
Buck fumbles to pop the cap open one-handed behind Tommy’s back, but he manages it, squeezing a decent amount into his hand before he flips the cap shut and drops the bottle somewhere it hopefully won’t get broken. His hand is shaking, just a little, as he finds Tommy’s once more, and then Tommy’s free hand is on his chin, tipping his head up so Tommy can soothe him with a soft, lingering kiss.
“You’ve got this, Evan,” he murmurs against Buck’s lips, and Buck lets the words settle deep in his chest, warming him from the inside out. “I trust you.”
Buck lets out a shaky breath, forehead pressed against Tommy’s for a long moment before he nods. He slides his hand down, his finger stroking the skin around Tommy’s hole, and then when Tommy presses in, Buck mimics the motion, his finger sliding easily with Tommy’s. Buck’s breath catches in his chest - Tommy was right, this doesn’t really feel like any time Buck’s fingered a woman, his hand moving with Tommy’s, crooking his finger just the way Tommy instructs him, feeling the way Tommy jerks and swears when their fingers brush against what has to be his prostate.
Buck’s entirely captivated by the process, by how much Tommy is clearly enjoying it; his voice has gone breathless and rough in the way that Buck’s learned means he’s really turned on, his hips rocking with the movement of their hands, his cock achingly hard between them. Buck’s played with his ass a little bit, but he’s never tried anything more than touching, stroking around his hole, and he’d always thought the guys in porn had to be acting. But this isn’t porn, this is real, and there’s a flush spread over Tommy’s chest, his free hand is kneading at Buck’s shoulder as he encourages Buck to slip a second finger in, to move just a little faster, spread his fingers to stretch Tommy open -
“Fuck,” Tommy finally breathes, pulling his hand away and making Buck do the same. “Alright, fuck, I can’t wait anymore.”
Buck’s scrambling for a condom before Tommy can tell him to, fingers slipping on the foil before Tommy laughs and tells him to wipe his hand on the sheets - “I’ll have to change them anyway, it’s fine.” Buck rolls the condom on himself, because frankly, if Tommy touches him right now, he might come. Tommy’s eyes go dark at that, and they lose a good few minutes to more kissing - not that Buck’s really complaining, because he thinks he might legitimately be addicted to kissing Tommy.
It does give them a chance to get themselves a little more under control before Tommy finally breaks the kiss, pushing at Buck’s shoulder just hard enough to send him sprawling back against the bed, watching Tommy raise himself on his knees, shuffle forward just a little to get in a better position. Tommy plants one hand on Buck’s chest, holding himself up so he can reach for Buck’s cock, holding it steady before he gives Buck a quick grin and sinks down.
Buck’s nails dig crescents into Tommy’s thighs, and he has no way to describe the sound that rips itself from his throat. Tommy’s grin turns into a smirk as his ass comes to rest against Buck, Buck fully seated in him. Buck has to remind himself to breathe, to relax his grip on Tommy before he actually draws blood. Tommy doesn’t move for a long moment, presumably to give himself and Buck a chance to catch their breath and adjust, but then he rocks his hips, not really lifting himself up, just a slow movement that makes Buck see stars.
“Tommy,” he wheezes, clutching at Tommy’s waist, his knee, trying to ground himself. “Jesus Christ - “
“No, you had it right the first time,” Tommy says, laughing when Buck swears breathlessly at him. “Need a moment?”
“Yes.” Yes, he absolutely does, otherwise this is going to be over the moment Tommy really moves, and Buck’s always prided himself on the fact that he always got his partner off before he came. He’s not about to ruin that reputation now.
Tommy doesn’t laugh at him again, though there’s a smile playing about his lips that says he wants to, and he waits patiently until Buck’s managed to claw himself back from the brink of orgasm. When Buck finally takes a deep breath and meets Tommy’s gaze, nodding, Tommy lifts himself, thighs flexing in a really quite distracting way, and then he sinks back down, just as slowly as he had the first time. Buck’s a little more prepared this time, and though he still feels like the breath’s been punched from his lungs, he keeps himself still through sheer force of will, letting Tommy set the pace. He wants to thrust up, wants to meet Tommy in the middle, but he knows enough from porn and late-night research to give Tommy time to adjust.
Tommy gradually picks up the pace, finding a rhythm, and Buck’s just - He’s just watching, but mostly because he doesn’t have enough concentration left to both keep himself in check and participate more than running his hands up and down Tommy’s thighs.
Then Tommy says, “Touch me, Evan - “ in a breathless plea-slash-order, and Buck kind of loses that last little bit of control. He gets his hand on Tommy’s cock, stroking in counterpoint to Tommy’s rhythm, and when Tommy’s hips stutter, when he swears, dropping down a little too fast, Buck’s hips jerk, and things just spiral from there. Tommy loses the rhythm pretty quickly, encouraging Buck to thrust up and meet him even as Buck strokes his cock harder, faster, twisting his wrist in the way he knows Tommy likes best, and he’s trying desperately to keep himself from coming until -
Tommy comes with a beautiful shout, head thrown back, spine arching as he comes, painting Buck’s stomach in thick stripes. The feeling of Tommy coming, clenching around Buck’s cock, is the last straw, and Buck comes with a strangled groan, barely remembering to take his hand off of Tommy’s cock so he can clutch at the bedsheets, fabric bunching in his fist almost tight enough to rip.
Buck comes back to himself, chest heaving, when he feels Tommy’s weight shifting, his hand on Buck’s chest with an apologetic murmur as he lifts himself off of Buck, making Buck hiss just a little, still sensitive. Tommy falls to the bed next to Buck while Buck takes care of the condom, Tommy grabbing a handful of tissues and swiping at Buck’s stomach. Buck returns the favor as best he can, and when they’re clean enough, he pulls Tommy in close, Tommy’s head coming to rest against his chest, both of them still breathing a little hard.
It’s only once they’ve caught their breath that Buck finally ventures, “That - It looked like you… really liked that.”
Tommy hums, rubbing his cheek against Buck’s chest, stubble rasping pleasantly against Buck’s skin. “I did. I usually like being the top, but I thought for the first time…”
Buck wets his lips. “What about the second time?”
Tommy shifts, resting his chin on Buck and giving him a thoughtful look. “You want to try bottoming?”
Buck nods, thumb sweeping over the back of Tommy’s hand where theirs are tangled together on Buck’s stomach. “It looked - a lot more enjoyable than I thought? I kind of thought all the porn was fake, and anyone who said they liked it online was exaggerating, but…”
Tommy grins. “When you do it right, it can be pretty great,” he says. “And I think I can make it a pretty good experience for you, Evan. Just not tonight; I think we both deserve a good night’s sleep.”
Buck laughs at that, squeezing Tommy’s hand and leaning in for a kiss. “Yeah, alright,” he chuckles. “But - tomorrow?” He’s spending the night because they’ve got a forty-eight off at the same time for once, and they’d planned to spend the day together until Buck needed to go to Eddie’s for the weekly Friday movie night.
“Tomorrow,” Tommy hums, kissing Buck again. “We’ll figure it out.”