#Kay Buckley

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A Millionaire for Christy

A Millionaire for Christy (1951), starring Fred MacMurray, Eleanor Parker, Kay Buckley, Richard Carlson Synopsis of A Millionaire for Christy This hilarious comedy gave Fred MacMurray a chance to show his comedic chops as Peter, a radio personality who is told he’s just inherited two million dollars by a gold-digging secretary. Continue reading Untitled

[buddiesource]

Shots fired. Shots fired. Firefighter has been shot.

[firewasabeast]

For tommy&rocker twins- Someone from SWAT seeing Tommy w Buck on their day off and thinking ???rocker has a secret boyfriend???

Hondo cannot believe his eyes.

He supposes he shouldn't be too surprised. Deacon and Rocker's relationship did start as cheating... for a year and a half. So, maybe that's just part of who Rocker is. Now that he has Deacon all to himself, the thrill is gone. Now that Deacon has set his whole life on fire, divorcing a woman he was married to for nearly 20 years and working nonstop to repair his relationship with his kids, Rocker is bored and in need of someone new.

And younger.

They look so happy too. Hands intertwined as they walk through the farmers' market, the younger one practically glued to Rocker's side as he smiles up at him.

Then they're looking over the fruits together, and Rocker is scrunching his face up and laughing at something this other guy said. Hondo doesn't give himself enough time to wonder if he's overreacting, because he's seeing a wrong happening right in front of his eyes, and he needs to fix it. Not for himself, but for his best friend! His best friend, who has been so much happier since coming clean about being with Rocker. His best friend who, despite all the issues with the divorce, says he feels freer than he's ever felt before.

He walks up to this "happy couple" and taps on Rocker's shoulder.

"Hey," he begins, expecting Rocker's eyes to widen once he realizes he's been caught.

Instead he gets a confused smile. "Hey. Sorry, are we in your way?"

"Are you..." Hondo huffs out a breath, shaking his head. He turns to the younger guy, who also looks confused. "Hondo Harrelson," he introduces, sticking out his hand.

Buck shakes it, hesitant. "Evan... Buckley. Buck's fine though. This is Tommy. D- Do we know you?"

"No, no, you don't. This guy here does," he says, placing a hand on Rocker's shoulder. "Tommy?" he questions. "Really?"

Tommy nods. "Really." He glances over at the hand that's still on his shoulder. "You might have me confused with someone else."

"I just don't get it," Hondo says, dropping his hand as he glares. "Deacon upended his life for you, Man, and you go and do this? This isn't who I thought you were."

"I'm not- Wait, Deacon? Who-"

"Does Buck know about Deacon? Or are you leading him on too?"

"Yeah," Buck says, tugging at Tommy's hand. "You just leading me on too?"

And if Hondo wasn't pissed before, he certainly was now that this Buck had the nerve to be smiling!

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Evan," he groans before looking back at Hondo. "Hondo, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Okay, Hondo, you must work with my brother, Donovan Rocker?"

Hondo's face relaxes slightly. "Brother?"

Tommy nods. "Identical twin brother."

"Oh... Oh, man I didn't know-"

"It's fine," Tommy interrupts, giving Hondo a smile. "Not the first time it's happened."

"I didn't know Rocker had a brother," Hondo starts to explain. "I just saw you and I jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry, Tommy."

"Not a problem," Tommy assures him. "We don't really see each other much. Hell, we don't even share a last name. It's an easy mix up."

"Well, I'm sorry again, both of you. I will, uh, I'll let you get back to your day. It was good to meet you both." With a quick shake of both of their hands, he's on his way.

As soon as Hondo is out of earshot, Buck eyes Tommy. "Okay, so Deacon?" he questions.

"Did not even know Donny was into guys," Tommy says, already pulling out his phone and dialing his brother's number. "We are having dinner tonight, whether he likes it or not."

Buck grins, excited for whatever Tommy-family news he's about to learn. "I'll bake bread!"

[achilles-rage]

"slut hours!!" i whisper to myself at 1am as i write smut for fictional characters alone in my room, severely touch starved

[marz-rm]

Idk it was the heat of the moment

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[paperyowl]

This is a weird ask. Feel free to ignore it.

But post breakup Buck staring at Rockon thinking Tommy has a date with this hot silver daddy (he ain't blind) and confronted them cos he's jealous to find out he was wrong. They bought him home for either a threesome (cos David never had one) or maybe just cuddles cos looks at the sad puppy and doting on Buck.

(what buck doesn't know is that Donovan is Tommy's cousin with a hilarious sense of humor who texted him the very next day to collect his man cos he ain't sharing his daddy with his cousin's ex no matter how pretty he is)

It's not weird at all. I love the idea! And I have two vastly different thoughts for this - lets go with this one for now. (I might have changed it a little bit - but I definitely need that threesome happening sometime still.)

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Pick up, idiot.

Calling me names doesn't make me want to talk to you more.

Tommy dropped his phone somewhere on the couch, not really bothering to check where it fell. He was not in the mood for his cousin's antics. His week had been so busy that Tommy was aching in more places than he knew he could. Maybe was is getting too old for this job.

Or perhaps he'd been slacking. Not eating well, not sleeping enough. These days, Tommy is usually good at taking care of himself. A hard-learnt habit, but he'd put in the work.

Not that it mattered now when his mind kept circling back to the rather sweet sentiment of someone saying, 'You don't have to do everything by yourself' and 'I'll take care of you'.

It was a certain someone with those impossibly warm baby blues that Tommy was trying very hard not to think about. (And failing miserably.) He deserved this. After all, he'd been the one to implode what they had.

His phone kept buzzing. After the third or fourth time - which frankly was ridiculous Don, what the fuck, get a life - Tommy hunted it down in the cushions and unlocked it.

Only to almost drop it when he saw the last message was a photo of -

"Hi, cuz," Donovan drawled, sounding deeply satisfied with himself. But Tommy wasn't focused on that at all.

"How do you have a photo of Evan? Is he there with you? Why is he with you?"

"Okay, first of all, ouch, I think I'm insulted-"

"Donovan."

Tommy heard his own voice rise and wondered since his fuse had become this short. Then he remembered that Donovan had always had this way of riling him up. That's why they hadn't talked in months. They'd been fighting about something; Tommy couldn't really remember what it had been about.

"Figured that pic would get you to call me," Donovan said. "No 'Hello, my favourite cousin, how are you doing?' It's nice to hear you, too, you know."

"Don't be mean, Rocker," another voice said in the background, one that Tommy didn't know. Or actually, he might - he'd heard it once before, and now he could remember what the fight had been about. But his focus was somewhere else completely.

"Hi. How are you. It's been too long. I miss you - is Evan okay?"

Donovan laughed at the way only one of those sentences ended in a note high enough to count as a question. Tommy hissed his name again, and finally got a 'yeah, yeah, alright.' before the phone was handed off to -

"Hi," Evan said softly. He sounded like he'd been crying. His sniffeling was hard on Tommy. "Your cousin and his partner are nice."

Tommy couldn't help but scoff. "Maybe they're doppelgängers."

There is a momentary pause, and Tommy is almost certain that the rustling he hears is a bit of a grapple for the phone. But it's still Evan on the other end when the noise dies down.

"I wouldn't know about that," Evan said. "You never mentioned them."

Fuck.

"Evan-"

"So we're back to Evan?"

"Bu-"

"Don't," Evan pleaded. "Just. Don't."

"Want me to go and rough him up a little? I still remember where he lives."

Donovan's offer sounded weak, and Tommy could imagine the way he had probably put a hand on Evan's shoulder. Or his back.

Evan didn't exactly laugh, but it was similar enough. The sound still unravelled something in Tommy's chest.

"Can we talk in person?"

"I'd like that," Evan breathed. "Just maybe not tonight?"

"Of course. Do you want me to text-"

"I'll take over from here," Donovan said, and Tommy vaguely heard the muffled noise of the receiver being covered. He checked his watch, aware that whatever conversation happened on their end took less than a minute, but to Tommy, it felt like ages more.

"You free tomorrow? Wanna come over for lunch?" Donovan asked without any lead-up, startling Tommy a little. "I somehow think you have a bit more of a reason to say 'yes' this time."

Tommy huffed a laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm free," he said. "Is he alright?"

"Are you going to stop being an idiot?"

"Don."

Donovan sighed. "Listen, I know it's not really my place, but I know you, and I can make an educated guess what happened here."

"I don't like you," Tommy groused.

And like the total bastard that he was, Donovan only laughed and responded, "But you love him."

Like that was a normal thing to say. Tommy spluttered.

"Just be here tomorrow at noon, I'll cook" Donovan completely ignored Tommy's rather childish comment, 'You can cook?' and just went on. "And I'll introduce you to Deacon."

"The ominous partner that you wouldn't tell me more about when I asked?"

That was a rather shortened version of the outright shouting match of a phone call that they'd had all those weeks ago. There had been a lot of implications about very different, and Donovan wouldn't even tell him the name of the man who had him all secretive.

It was easy to read between the lines, and perhaps Tommy had been protective in exactly the wrong way. But he'd never been able to help that when it came to Donovan. The only family member that Tommy cared about.

"He just filed for divorce," Donovan told him. Tommy hissed in sympathy, starting to apologize for the whole fight, but Donovan went on: "And you wouldn't believe the things he can do with his tong-"

"Shut up."

Donovan kept laughing at him, and Tommy felt too exhausted to do something about it. And perhaps a little relieved.  

"Noon, you said?"

He might have only imagined it, but Donovan softened a little after that. But he proved he was still an absolute asshole when he yelled out, 'Hey Evan, say goodnight to your daddy,' and like the absolute cheeky brat he was, Evan did just that. (Tommy almost choked on his own spit, but after hanging up, he felt like he could breathe properly for the first time in months.)

[passionwillow]

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[perfectlysunny02]

half grown (wip wednesday)

The first time David Kay sets eyes on Evan Buckley, he doesn’t believe the social worker when she says he’s five. The kid’s the size of a four or three-year-old at least. He’s tiny. “He was malnourished when he came to us,” She tells him and Annie. “He’s making progress, but you know, recovery and healing are slow.” Boy, does he ever. Deacon knows that better than anyone. “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” He agrees.

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[cobra-wives]

i hate to see the love between us die

[bidisasterevankinard]

Different first meeting, but Buck firstly meets Rocker and they flirt a lot,yet it's platonic, and one night in the bar Buck like "you want to fuck that old man *nods at Deacon* so bad it makes you look stupid" bc Rocker literally made a fool of himself, and Buck says "flirt with me harder. Make him jealous" and Rocker does and mentally makes a plan how to get his "little"(ONLY ON TEN MINUTES DONNY!!!!!) brother set up with Buck because they would be ✨ perfect together ✨

Soon both Buck and Rocker meet up for the beer with satisfied smirks, hickeys and aching asses

[loulou-land]

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[buddiesource]

Christmas with the Buckley Diaz Family 🎄❤️

[firewasabeast]

I have to write this down to remember to write it soon:

Buck getting drunk alone at a bar and he spots a Tommy lookalike across the room but he knows it isn’t Tommy because he knows Tommy better than anyone else in the world. So he stumbles over to this guy, who is also drunk and kinda pissy because the guy he’s been he’s in a relationship with just broke it off and also his brother stood him up for a night out. After this guy introduces himself as Rocker, but “you can call me Donny”, Buck introduces himself as Buck but “you can call me Evan please” because this guy sounds just like Tommy.

So Donny starts rambling about this Deacon guy, and Buck starts rambling about his ex (who, in his drunken infinit wisdom he makes up a fake name for) who he’ll call “Sonny”. And the more he talks, Rocker is like “damn that sounds like my brother! Lemme tell you about him, I’ll call him Sonny too.”

Then after talking and talking and talking until the bartender tells them they’ve been closed for ten minutes, they head to Buck’s place for “revenge sex against their former partners.”

However, once at Buck’s place they can’t actually go through with it and end up crying about losing the person they loved and they take each others phones because “Evan I could text your Sonny for you and you could text my Deacon for me and we could tell them that we couldn’t even sex each other!” And Buck finds that to be a perfect plan!

Which is how Tommy and Deacon end up at Buck’s place at 3am and everyone has a lot of explaining to do.

[achilles-rage]

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[rainkays]

my body turns

and yearns for a sleep that won’t ever come.

it’s never over,

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.

it’s never over,

all my riches for her smiles

when i’ve slept so soft against her.

it’s never over,

all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.

[paperyowl]

Rockon + Buck, E-rated

Apparently, I wasn't done with this yet. Here is the first part of this. I'd like to add that this might be OOC at times and was really fighting me this time xD

@chococara25 I solved the problem - i simply need to write quickly xD

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"Oh," Buck said when 'Tommy' turned to him. "You're not Tommy."

The man's eyes flickered, and it only took a moment for them to blend into something understanding. Huh. That was odd. In any case, Buck was still kind of caught in the half-rage that he'd worked himself into over the last half hour.

He had no right, of course; Tommy and him were not together anymore. But he still didn't understand - and it all felt so very wrong, and he knew that Tommy loved him too. Buck knew. Not that seemed to matter anymore.

So Buck could have continued to bake or finally curl up and cry a little about it all - but he'd decided in a mad rush to go out tonight and maybe pick someone up. But Buck hadn't even tried to flirt with anyone.

Instead, he had spotted a couple in a corner of the bar and couldn't believe his eyes. One of them was all lean and muscle-packed, the grey of his hair only adding to how hot he was. The other one was familiar. Tommy. Buck hadn't quite been able to believe that Tommy really moved on that quickly.

But apparently, he had. There were a lot of telling touches, moments when they leaned close - little smiles. They were clearly... familiar. Which they had every right to be, especially since Evan now realized that it very much wasn't Tommy who he'd been watching like a creep.

"You must be Evan?" Not-Tommy said, getting up from his chair. Buck did a double-take.

"H-how...?"

"He's my cousin. Tommy Kinard. We're cousins," Not-Tommy said, looking a bit pained. "I'm Rocker."

Evan's eyes went from him back to the silver fox, who seemed mostly confused at the interaction. It was altogether a rather odd situation.

"I'm so sorry," Buck said right as the older man drew a breath to speak.

"Don't be. I'm Deacon."

It had been awkward for at least another ten minutes, but Rocker and Deacon had insisted Buck stay for at least one beer. That was two rounds of drinks ago - and they were still talking. Apparently, this wasn't the first time someone had mistook Rocker for Tommy ("I wonder if this ever happens to him.") and Deacon was Rocker's boyfriend.

They were pretty new, or at least that was the implication - but Buck saw how comfortable they were with each other, how easily they moved in each other's spaces. He wondered about that. But they were kind enough to skirt the topic of Tommy after that initial explanation so Buck wouldn't ask.

"So, Buck," Deacon began after Buck explained the particulars of his name, probably too honestly hinting at what Tommy had called out so quickly as 'daddy issues'. Maybe he was the issue regarding the whole 'not talking about Tommy' here. "I've never seen you here before."

"Hey," Rocker said, bringing another round of drinks to their table. "No flirting with my cousin's ex."

Deacon gave Buck a look that said, 'Can you believe him?' and then proceeded to hook his fingers into Rocker's belt loops to give a sharp tug. Rocker almost stumbled against Deacon's side, righting himself at the last moment and promptly swatting his boyfriend's shoulder at whatever Deacon had whispered to him.

"How did you know who I was?" Buck asked Rocker, mostly to distract himself from how good they looked together. Rocker took a beat to respond, almost as if he was considering what exactly to tell Buck.

"He wouldn't really shut up about you," Rocker complained, but he sounded fond. "Showed me this pic of you in an apron."

Buck knew instantly which photo Rocker was talking about. He'd cooked for Tommy that night, and after, they'd ended up on the couch, kissing for what felt like hours. Buck also remembered the way that Tommy looked at him. He had to swallow hard at that particular emotion.

"He never mentioned you," Buck admitted, and Rocker grimaced.

"Yeah," he seemed sheepish. "For what it's worth, he mentioned introducing us. But then we had a bit of a fight a while ago."

Rocker made a vague hand motion and then shrugged like, 'What can you do?'. Beside him, Deacon seemed to cue in on something. Buck wasn't going to ask for more details. Besides, it was fun talking to the two of them, and they easily moved on to other topics.

Somehow, Buck ended up going home with them. He was certainly not that drunk -

"You're a cuddly one, aren't you?" Deacon asked when he sat on Buck's free side on the couch. Buck's head had titled, and at some point, he'd started resting on Rocker's shoulder-

"Oh!" Buck flinched into a more upright position. "I'm so-"

"You're fine," Rocker said, wrapping an arm around him, effectively drawing him back in. "It seems like you might need a hug. Or two."

Buck ducked his head. Yeah. He could really need a few hugs. Or even a little more. He hadn't really been with anyone since- and these days, his friends were so busy with their own issues that he didn't want to be a bother. But maybe, with them, Buck could pick someone up after all. Or be picked up, maybe?

"Ehm. So," he started. "How do you two feel about threesomes?"

There was a moment of silence. Great. Of course, Buck would go for way too much bluntness.

"Buck," Rocker said sternly - but even like this, even if he'd used 'Evan', he didn't sound all that much like Tommy. There were differences all around, and it was so easy to focus on those over the similarities - especially after talking to them the whole night.

"It's not-" Buck gestured around, only making Rocker's eyebrows raise further. "- that weird. You can just tell me 'no' if you're not into it, but I'm very much single and willing-"

"To fuck your ex's cousin?" Deacon asked.

"And his very hot silver fox boyfriend", Buck added. "If they're into it."

Deacon looked at Rocker. "I know you think he's hot, don't say 'no' because of me."

Rocker gave a fake dramatic gasp. "David. I would have never thought-"

"Oh shut up, Donovan," Deacon said, far too fond for it to pack any bite. Then he looked back at Buck. "Thank you for that earlier compliment, and just for reference, I think you're hot, too."

Which was how they all ended up even closer on the couch. Buck learned a lot more things about the couple than he had at the bar. For one, Buck knew now Deacon kissed with a kind of control that made Buck feel a little weak in the knees. Or that Rocker had a way of smiling into the kisses he shared - especially if he kissed Deacon.

"Where are we going with here then?" Rocker asked a while later. He sounded as breathless as Buck felt - and eyes dark as he watched Deacon soothe his hands along Buck's flank.

It was the easiest thing to let himself be kissed again. Buck didn't even try to redirect Deacon's lips, even when Rocker huffed a little in impatience. Deacon chuckled at that, and after raising an eyebrow at Rocker, he leaned in to whisper into Buck's ear.

"I'll tell you a secret about him," Deacon said in a stage whisper, probably looking right at Rocker. "He likes to be told what to do."

Buck shivered and looked over to see Rocker biting his lip. It was a very staged move, but it worked all the same. Or perhaps that was the way Buck could trail his eyes down those abs and watch Rocker shimmy out of his pants.

"How about you? Do you like to follow commands?"

Deacon smirked at Buck's question. "Not as much as Don does, but I enjoy it well enough. Why, is there something you'd like me to do?"

There was. There was very much something, but Buck hesitated a moment too long because Rocker was suddenly a lot closer and said: "You can change your mind."

It was sweet. Buck was starting to understand that Rocker was a lot gentler by nature than he liked to admit. To prove he very much still wanted this, Buck was the first one to be completely undressed between the three of them - and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he might have bullied the other two to join him. (Because fuck, they were both hot, alright?)

"Can I watch you?" Buck asked after Rocker attached himself rather firmly to Buck's nipples, figuring out far too fast how sensitive they were. "At least for a bit?"

Deacon moved in from Buck's other side to cup the side of his face. He waited a beat until he had Buck's attention. "Don't want you to feel left out."

Buck shook his head and smiled. "Here's a secret about me: I kind of-I like to watch." I like to see intimacy. And I feel like you two have that. Buck didn't quite want to admit that out in the open, worried it was a little weird.  

They double-checked. Both of them. This only made Buck laugh more at them - and if he hadn't known from the start, he would have known that they would deliver. And they did: There was a bit of a conversation about what they wanted, and Rocker put on that expression that certainly would have worked on Buck, but it worked on Deacon.

In no time, Deacon had him on his hands and knees, showing him off to Buck with a wink - and was fingering Rocker open with precise movements that had him moan and gasp and grip tightly onto the sheets. Buck couldn't decide what to focus on more: The way Deacon kept touching Rocker everywhere he could reach with his free hand, how Rocker kept pressing back into him, or maybe the sweet little things that they whispered to each other.

For a beat, Buck was almost worried he'd give into another emotion entirely. Something much more morose than hunger. Deacon solved that problem for Buck:

"Let's put on a bit of a show for our guest, sweetheart."

He wrapped an arm around Rocker's middle and hoisted him up. Buck felt heat spike down his body like a liquid thing at the sound that Rocker made alone - but then there was the way Deacon spread his thighs between Rocker's legs, forcing them apart and making it quite obvious that he still had three things pumping up into him.

Rocker arched back against him, angling for a kiss that Deacon gladly shared with him. When they parted, Deacon leaned in to whisper something to Rocker - before both of them looked back at Buck.

"Hey Buck," Rocker said, breathless. "Want to fuck me?"

All the breath in his lungs seemed to leave Buck at once - whatever expression was on his face made Rocker laugh. Between Buck and Deacon, it was easy enough to manhandle Rocker, and Deacon finally ended up anchoring Rocker to his body with an arm around his shoulders, holding him firmly between his own legs.

Buck used his own fingers to tease Rocker a little more, pushing them inside and spreading them, but it was hard to resist when-

"Come on, come on," Rocker moaned. "Please fuck me?"

Buck could do that - he took the condom and lube that Deacon passed him and made quick work of suiting up before pressing inside with steady pressure. Between them, Rocker groaned, urging Buck into movement - and he arched back into Buck with breathless little gasps of pleasure.

Rocker gripped onto Deacon, grinning.

"Feels good," he slurred, and Buck loved hearing his voice like that; it was so hot the way he smiled into the pleasure right until his moans knocked the expression off his face when Buck fucked into him.

"Yeah," Rocker babbled. "Just like that. Oh. Yeah. I - Deac. You could. Fuck my mouth."

Buck's eyes found Deacon's - which were almost entirely dark, hungry expression on his face - and he saw something very close to adoration in his expression when Deacon looked down at Rocker in his arms.

"Next time. I enjoy watching how well Buck fucks you."

One of Deacon's hands was moving low, pressing into the arch of Rocker's spine, making him bow into the movement. It shocked a moan out of Rocker, and Deacon grinned up at Buck.

"Go on. He likes it hard."

Rocker breathed out something like "Oh fuck" and melted beautifully in their hold - Buck didn't even have to guess with how perfectly vocal Rocker was about his pleasure. It didn't take long at all to make him come, and Buck barely lasted another few thrusts into the tight heat of his body - Deacon dragged him into a deep kiss, only letting go, when Rocker reached up to paw at their faces, earing two kisses for himself.

He sounded a little slurred but also insistent when he looked from Buck to Deacon: "I think it's time for your turn, Deac."