#Also I'm giving Tommy a sweet Italian Nonna because he deserves one family member who is in his corner

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Bucktommy WIP

This is a little bit of my "Sal accidentally crashes Buck and Tommy's romantic night in" wip. Maybe if I post a snippet my motivation will come back to actually finish it:

Oh shit, hang on I got some sauce on my sleeve.” Tommy cursed. Buck whined in protest as his boyfriend slipped away to run some water over the offending cuff. Before he could return there was a knock on the door, and Buck begrudgingly relinquished his place on the sofa to answer it. 

He opened the door to a stranger with two day old stubble and piercing blue eyes. The man looked just as surprised to see him, taking a not very graceful step back. 

“Uhh, You’re not Tommy.” 

Buck’s eyes narrowed, not at all liking the familiarity with which the brutishly handsome man said his boyfriend’s name. “Or if you are,” He gave Buck a slow up and down look of appraisal. “I mighta had a couple more than I thought.” 

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Tommy appeared at Buck’s side. “On a Tuesday? Really?”

The stranger neglected to answer, his eyes shifting slowly between the two men, his lips curling into an amused grin. “Picked yourself a pretty one, Kinard.” He laughed out, leaning too far forward and losing balance. Tommy, in a well practiced grab and turn, caught his uninvited guest between his well muscled arm and torso, lifting him back up and marching him wordlessly towards the spare bedroom. 

Even in his drunken state, the man clearly knew his way around Tommy’s place. Buck was doing his best to tamp down the flare of jealousy curling in his stomach. Whatever intimacy Tommy had with this guy, Tommy didn’t exactly look happy to see him. 

Buck watched through the flung open door Tommy practically dumping the man onto the bed with his long legs still dangling off the side. “Take your damn boots off Deluca.” Tommy ordered. “Alright already just lemme get the room to stop spinning like a damn tire first.” He replied, raising his arms to hold his head. He took in a few steadying breaths and started reaching down for his shoe laces. “You used to sweet talk me, you know that?” He squinted. Tommy crossed his arms, his face twisting into a faux sympathetic smirk. “You used to call first.”