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fogged up goat, and honestly, mee too.

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happy ides of March

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happy Thursday the 20th

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i just walked past the apartment beneath mine and through an open window i could hear my downstairs neighbor crying faintly while the song jolene played in the background and im just like… bitch are you okay…?

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When you’ve been cooking for long enough, you stop making recipes and start making “shit in a skillet” and “whatever soup”

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and that's how i came out!! after this i told her i'd think about it and then not even 5 hours later i came back like "yeah i'm a guy lol"

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found my mind, i'm feeling sane |bucktommy 1/1

"Okay so like -- how did you know?"

Tommy's still recovering, actually, and the words barely register, breathing still a little shaky on the come down, head a little fuzzy, eyes still drawing to the splash of cum across Evan's cheekbone that he hadn't managed to catch when he'd scrubbed at his face.

It had been disturbing, and maybe a little demoralizing: how much energy Evan had had, the first time Tommy had gotten him into bed and gotten him off, but now that they've done this a few times he's come to the conclusion that Evan is just like that, slap happy and rambling, eager to talk but unerringly patient while Tommy works to get his brain back online.

Even if his version of 'patient' is tracing his fingers up Tommy's inner thigh just to watch the muscles jump under his skin.

"How did I know... what, exactly?" Tommy's incredibly proud of the fact that he doesn't even sound that breathless. His system reboot time is improving.

Evan's fingers dip into the crease of Tommy's groin before he shifts them sideways, dancing towards the jut of his pelvis, and his dick makes a valiant, if fruitless effort to respond to that.

"So -- okay, I've been thinking. About. About the guys I've probably been attracted to and didn't realize, before."

"Should I be jealous?"

Fingers clamp at the dip between his ass and his back as Evan rolls his eyes.

"Shut up, you already know I'm stupid about you."

Tommy can't quite hide the pleased little grin that trembles and whines to be let loose at his lips. "Mmm," he says, hand reaching clumsily for the earlobe he thinks his fingers might have enough strength to latch on to, by now. He misses, and sort of just bats at the side of Evan's head, but Evan's eyes dart up to his and they're shining. "Continue."

"So -- alright, I realized you are not the first guy who's ever clocked me, you know? You are the first one to actually do something about it, which -- awesome, A plus, no notes. I'm just wondering..."

"How I knew?"

It's a complicated answer that mostly involves a lot of trial and error on his straight friends, and a few stupid-brave moments he usually equates to running back into a burning building after everyone has been commanded to clear out. Kissing Evan -- he might have found a reason to do it sooner, if he wasn't part of the 118, if he wasn't Eddie's friend, if he hadn't had the easy excuse of taking Eddie to Vegas to give himself time to stew in it, instead of taking Evan up on that beer. There had been interest, and he'd wondered exactly how mutual it was.

"No, I was flirting with you hard, of course you knew, you're a very astute man." Tommy snorts, and his knee jumps half an inch off the bed when Evan's fingers drift over his stomach, accidentally dipping into his belly button. Evan's head snaps to the movement and his grin goes smug, but for the moment he doesn't do anything about it. "No, I, uh -- obviously it's different, for you, because you tried the whole woman thing and it wasn't your schtick."

God, he's such a dork, Tommy likes him so much.

"I'm just thinking, like -- you said you tried real fucking hard to be hetero, so. How'd you figure out you weren't?"

Tommy shifts, just enough so that he can swing his arm out to get a good handful of Evan's ass. "I saw a dudes dick in a porno once and I wanted to put it in my mouth." He squeezes, and Evan, who is nearly a decade younger than him with a body that sometimes behaves like it's fifteen, tilts his hips back and away like Tommy won't notice his cock hardening against his thigh.

"And that was it?"

"Well there was about twenty years of denial, Don't Ask Don't Tell, and a couple extra large helpings of internalized homophobia to wade through, but yeah." Tommy makes an effort to shift his weight, aiming to give Evan something to rub against, like he's noticed Evan does when he knows Tommy isn't remotely prepared (or young enough) to go another round, but Evan clicks his teeth and sways away, dick bobbing between them.

"We're talking right now," he whines, hand darting up so that he can slide a thumb along Tommy's jawline, until he's got the pad of it firmly tucked into his cleft.

"Can you not talk and get off at the same time?"

"Not well."

"Afraid you'll forget what we talked about?"

"No, I'll remember every word and the orgasm will suck."

There is no universe where that sentence should be romantic, and yet, Tommy's heart does a little stutter-step against his rib cage, and he has to stifle a lovelorn sigh. Christ.

He wishes his eyes were still closed -- Evan wouldn't be able to see the besotted expression in them if they were.

This isn't the first time Tommy's had this type of conversation, but he certainly doesn't remember it feeling this easy. Hell, even the last time he'd confided some of his shit in Evan he'd gotten defensiveness back.

And yet. Evan might have put them both through the ringer on that first date, but ever since, it's felt like he takes every opportunity he can to be less of an ally and more of a guy trying to understand his place in this newly discovered world. Talking to him about the hard shit is easy.

"There was a guy in middle school," Tommy admits, softly, and Evan hooks his chin over Tommy's shoulder and turns to watch him.

He -- he's never admitted this to anyone. Stood firm in the 'a bunch of guys on the baseball team threw on a porno in the basement of Tori Hunter's house and it was weird but I was the only one studying the throbbing vein on the underside of the guys dick' story as his awakening moment. He hasn't thought about this in years.

"Georgie. I can't even remember his last name, anymore. He was an exchange student, spoke in this thick Northern European accent, didn't understand half the jokes we told but he had the driest sense of humor so he always understood mine.

"He had a little mole, right here." Tommy dips a finger into the cupids bow of Evan's lip. "And I'd always sit next to him, so I could stare at it out of the corner of my eye." When he drifts off into silence, Evan tips his chin.

"What happened to him?"

The shrug of his shoulders jostles Evan's head. "He went back home, I guess. I don't -- I've never even thought of trying to figure that out."

"If you leave me for some buff ass Nordic hockey player you crushed on when you were thirteen, I'm gonna be really sad."

He lets his happy little chuckle float between them, for a moment.

"Pretty sure I had a crush on my first grade teacher, now that I'm looking back on it. Mr. Gardison. He always wore the coolest ties."

"So you've just always had a thing for an age gap," Tommy posits, and Buck digs two fingers into Tommy's side in retaliation, finally using the recently-discovered fact that Tommy is incredibly ticklish against him.

He lets Evan think he's got the upper hand for a few minutes, squirming and laughing beneath him, before he gets the right angle to shove himself up and over, one hand hooking both of Evan's wrists to press them into the pillow over Evan's head. He's still hard against the thigh Tommy tucks between his legs, and his eyes go dark when Tommy squeezes his wrists.

"You can tell me more about your interest in May-December dynamics later."

"Y-yeah. Yes'sir." Evan's Adams apple bobs.

"Christ," Tommy says, and bends to nip at it.

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Meetcute, but with extra meat and extra cute.

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buck + kids

requested by anonymous

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Isn't it funny that during the tour, you can see and hear Tommy trying to figure Buck out and see if the guy is into men and possible interested in him.

One thing LFJ did great was portray a gay person subtly checking someone out and prodding to see which they swing.

He flirts quite a few times, and he even tries to get Buck to admit the real reason for the tour.

You can see he wants to spend time with Buck by how he offered lessons. He was probably wondering "How do I get this guy to spend time with me sooner?"

And then Buck is like "let me take you out for a beer"

And Tommy was like "Damn, that was easy, but I have plans! I feel like I'm cockblocking myself."

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EVAN BUCKLEY + his style over the years ↳ part 1/?

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being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly: -"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES" -"there must be like… infinite sentences" -"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent

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there’s a guy at work who’s forcing everyone in the breakroom to gender me right by yelling my name at any given moment 

he also said he was sorry he read my deadname on the worksheet but was “going to get black out drunk and probably forget dw” 

edit : im a trans guy, im out and on T but im very short that’s why my buddy asserts my gender for me i repeat he’s not outing me he’s doing it to keep me from being misgendered