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It's BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twenty-Three: Pillow Talk time! This one has porn, because blowjobs are a love language. You can read this over here on AO3. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck had always heard people bemoan a routine in relationships, that it took out the romanticism and spontaneity, but he loved it. He loved that on their days off, they took care of their house and ran errands and did things with their friends. He loved bickering about what to eat and who actually knew how to load a dishwasher correctly. It was a sign that everything was good and comfortable, and he had craved comfortable for years.

He tells all of this to Tommy when they’re in bed one night, because Tommy had asked if he wanted to do something more exciting on their next ninety-six while their schedules matched for a couple of weeks. Buck had said he was fine if they didn’t, and Tommy’s face had pinched a bit like he didn’t believe him.

“I just don't want you to feel like things are getting stale.”

So Buck tells him how he feels about doing yard work together and vegging on the couch and meal prepping. As he talks, Tommy’s eyes soften, and he reaches across to cover Buck’s hand with his own.

“Does it bother you?” Buck asks, and Tommy shakes his head. “Really?”

“No,” Tommy replies, his thumb stroking the back of Buck’s hand. “I think I’m really lucky, though, that I found someone who was looking for the same thing. I only saw that in movies or with my grandparents when I was growing up, and I wanted it. Just someone to share my life with, even the boring parts.”

Buck smiles and nuzzles his nose up against the side of Tommy’s hand, curling toward him like a comma. “I mean, our lives aren’t that boring. I had to pull a guy’s arm out of an industrial folding machine yesterday.”

Tommy chuckles and curls toward him, their knees touching under the covers. “Yeah. I think that’s why I like the routine so much. It feels like a safe haven we made just for us.”

“‘You don’t find it, you make it,’” Buck murmurs, warmth spreading through him. He gets it. He finally, really gets it.

“What’s that?”

“I never told you about Thomas?” he says, and the coincidence strikes him for the first time. Tommy’s not a Thomas, but it’s close enough. When Tommy shakes his head, Buck smiles just a bit. “It’s sad. But also kind of not.”

He tells Tommy about the old men and what Thomas had said to him, and by the end, Tommy has his foot hooked over Buck’s calf and he’s crowded close so he can rub Buck’s back and side.

“I thought I knew what he meant—that I didn’t need to just fall into the perfect relationship,” Buck says, smiling. “It does feel kind of like I did that anyway. But there’s work that goes into it, and then there’s making that safe haven. It’s working toward whatever works for us. This works for me.”

“Me, too,” Tommy says, smiling back. His fingers flex against Buck’s ribs before he rubs a big circle along them. “I like doing big things for you. I kind of worried that you’d want that all the time, which is doable and I love it, it’s just…a lot.”

“Sometimes I really just want to come home and do nothing with you. And doing stuff like going to the store is kind of new to me,” Buck points out. “So it’s about as exciting as a weekend in Yosemite.”

“Man, I could’ve saved a lot of money on camping gear,” Tommy says dryly, and Buck nudges his shin with his toes in a half-hearted kick. “So you really do want to just stay home, take care of the yard, and help me regrout the guest bathroom?”

Buck sighs happily. “Yeah. And, hey, I’ve never had a guest bathroom to regrout before, so that’s kind of a new and exciting thing for me. We can mix it up by ordering from that new Thai place we keep passing and saying we should try.”

“Be still my heart,” Tommy teases, closing the small distance between them to kiss him. Buck sighs against his mouth and wraps himself around Tommy as much as he can. When the kiss breaks, Tommy doesn’t move back. “I think maybe the lack of bed death is helping, too.”

“Oh, definitely,” Buck agrees, squirming against him. “And I never get sick of blowjobs. Or handjobs. Or you being inside me. Or me being inside you.”

“What are we going to do when I’m too old to get it up?” Tommy asks, nuzzling his jaw.

“Get a Costco sized bottle of Cialis.” Buck slips his hands under Tommy’s shorts and grabs one of the globes of his ass, huffing out a laugh when Tommy chuckles against his skin and he can feel his nose bump his earlobe when it scrunches. “And then when I can’t get it up anymore, we’ll just—I don’t know. We’ll think of something. Can’t really think of anything right now.”

Tommy unbuttons his boxers and reaches in to squeeze his hand around Buck where he’s starting to harden, and Buck moans softly, using his other hand to push Tommy’s shorts down until his ass is exposed. He shifts back a bit so he can pull the shorts down in the front, and Tommy sucks a kiss into his neck when Buck strokes him.

“I don’t want to get up,” Tommy murmurs, nipping at his shoulder. “So I’m gonna test that ‘never getting sick of blowjobs’ thing, okay?”

Buck shakes his head and detaches his hand from Tommy’s ass to bury his fingers in his hair. “You really want to give me a blowjob just so you don’t have to do cleanup?”

Tommy comes up to kiss him and smiles against his mouth. “I mean, it’s not the only reason.”

“Well, then you get up here,” Buck insists, letting go of Tommy’s dick to pat his hip. “Because I don’t want to get up either.”

“Don’t people usually sixty-nine for sexy reasons?”

Buck scoffs as Tommy gets his shorts off and starts to pull his own boxers down. “I’m pretty sure sucking each other’s dicks is still a sexy reason. Unless you think it’s not, I don’t know.”

“I did not say that.” Tommy nuzzles his nose against the base of Buck’s cock and licks slowly across his balls, drawing a bitten off moan from Buck.

“Get up here,” Buck murmurs, reaching down to squeeze Tommy’s pec. His boyfriend’s gotten just a little soft in the seven months since they’d gotten back together, and Buck loves to grab and squeeze. As soon as Tommy carefully kneels over Buck’s face, Buck hooks his arms in front of Tommy’s thighs and brings his hands up to grip his ass.

“I knew you were going to—fuck,” Tommy gasps when Buck licks over his hole. He grinds back on Buck’s tongue, his hand gripping Buck’s dick while he moans against his hip.

“C’mon, stop slacking,” Buck teases, smacking his ass. “This was basically your idea.”

“If our positions were reversed—Evan.” He whines out Buck’s name when Buck presses his tongue into him and squeezes the head of Tommy’s cock. His mouth finally closes over Buck, and he groans, thrusting loosely into his mouth.

He loves feeling surrounded by Tommy, when Tommy is above him and all Buck can feel and hear and smell and taste is him. He loses himself in it, wishing he’d suggest that Tommy just sit on his face instead, but he loves having Tommy’s arm across his thighs and his chest pressing against Buck’s abs as he bobs up and down on his dick.

When Tommy pulls one of his legs to the side, Buck tilts his hips up and moans against him when two of Tommy��s spit-slick fingers press inside. He fucks back against his hand a few times, his head tipping back as he chokes out moans. He loves how thick Tommy's fingers are, but they're never clumsy or rough with him. He'll stroke and press against places inside Buck that make him feel like he's coming undone at the seams.

“Now who’s slacking?” Tommy murmurs before shifting forward to bite his inner thigh. Buck jackknifes slightly at the sharp sting—his inner thighs are sensitive—and Tommy does it again on the other side before he goes back to sucking Buck’s dick.

Buck squirms under the onslaught of Tommy’s mouth and his fingers, and his hands dig into the meat of Tommy’s ass as he pants out soft pleas and Tommy’s name. When he manages to just barely get a warning out, Tommy uses his fingers against Buck’s prostate and his hand around his dick to milk his orgasm out of him. It’s so much, and it draws his orgasm out into something long and unceasing until Buck is twisting under him from oversensitivity.

As soon as Tommy’s mouth is off of him and his fingers are out of Buck’s ass, he hauls Tommy up to swallow his dick as deep as he can get it, using his hand to cover the rest. With some strong encouragement from his other hand, Tommy starts fucking down into Buck’s mouth like he’s using it to chase his orgasm. Buck’s eyes flutter back in his head a bit at that, and he lets himself get lost in the feeling.

When Tommy grunts out a warning, Buck moans out an acknowledgement just before Tommy’s hips stutter and his cock pumps several bursts of cum onto his waiting tongue.

He flops back and waits for Tommy to shift himself around to do the same, and then Buck curls toward him and kisses him.

“We could keep bees,” Tommy suggests when the kiss breaks.

“Hm?” he hums, focusing on the feeling of Tommy’s hand skimming over his back.

“When we can’t get it up anymore.” Tommy kisses his slack mouth, and Buck half-assedly presses a kiss back, too tired to do much more. “We’ll keep bees. You like bees.”

Buck smiles and tugs the duvet back over them. “I do like bees. And you can grow flowers for them to pollinate. They see big areas of flowers better, so it’ll have to be a lot of flowers.”

“Didn’t Emily Dickinson say it takes one clover and one bee to make a prairie?” Tommy’s hand is resting on Buck’s back now, and he’s nuzzling into Buck’s hair. “I think the prairie is dreams or imagination or something, but maybe she just didn’t know that about the flowers.”

“Why’d Emily Dickinson talk about bees?”

“Think she kept ‘em,” Tommy mumbles, his voice going soft and slurred.

Buck itches to look, but he’ll try to remember in the morning. He doesn’t want to disturb his boyfriend. Tommy sleeps heavily, but getting to sleep can be a bit of a problem. Besides, Buck is too comfortable to reach back for his phone. He’s also working on letting his brain shut off normally instead of just passing out mid-sentence while he’s reading something.

“G’night, Evan. Love you.”

“‘Night, baby. Love you.”

Tommy makes a noise that might be one of amusement, might be one of contentment, and they drift off to sleep together, their heads pressed together on the same pillow.

#awwww this is both sweet and sexy as hell #911 #bucktommy #fic

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