#buck x tommy is “gays who look like each other dating”

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Tommy getting jealous of Buck for not only winning the love of the "new" captain Bobby but also his former captain Gerrard...

Oh...

I think Tommy is either going to have Buck play along to make inroads with Gerrard OR be very jealous...

[screamlet]

I wish you would write …where Tommy says he would be open to a threesome and Buck can’t believe how vicariously jealous and turned on he is by the idea

ooooh interesting!!! here's something as part of the i wish you would write game. these probably don't have to be full-fledged fics but, uh, oops.

notes: back-together bucktommy; past tommy x omc's complete, 1.3k word count; explicit...ish? you'll see

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It's maybe not the """healthiest""" way to explore these things, but it sure is fun.

This is the third time since they got back together that they've gone out to Tommy's usual gay bar for drinks. It's just the two of them sitting at the bar and playing "never have i ever" with tequila shots and that, apparently, is how buck will settle into his skin among other queer people (just like him) and how he and Tommy will get to know each other better. 

"Never have I ever… picked up two people in the same night," Tommy says, shot in hand.

They raise their shots, about to drink, then crack up.

"Why are we so bad at this!" Buck laughs. He takes a shot (his already-forgotten it's-fine-we're-ubering shot of the night) and grins when Tommy does, too. "Only two?"

Tommy raises his eyebrows and puts a hand on another shot. "More than two?"

Buck feels himself heat up. "More than three?"

"Did you fall into a bachelorette party or a crowd of desperate bridesmaids, or like, club hopping? How did you manage that?"

"Tell me yours first."

"I will not." When Buck pouts, Tommy pouts back at him. "I'll tell you in detail, lots of detail, when you tell me yours."

Christ, Buck has really never liked anyone as much as he likes Tommy. He's gonna be that reddit post he saw on instagram about a woman who had been married to her husband for like 10 years and had a crush on him, got all excited when he texted, dressed up sexy for him like every time was the first time. He likes Tommy so much, that much.

"You got me—it wasn't that interesting. I, uh. Well, I finished at the academy for the day and went on a date, which was really just a handjob in the jeep, then sex at her place, then I went out to some clubs with my housemates, and then I went home."

Tommy tilts his head. "So like… three? four women in a day and night, but you went home alone?"

"Aw man, don't look at me like that," Buck whines. "I was fine, seriously."

Tommy draws him into a kiss, his big hand spread on the back of his neck, his head, holding him in the kiss for a long, gorgeous moment. "Now tell me yours."

"Um." Tommy takes a deep breath. "So the first time I got my heart broken, I figured it was because it was my first. If I just… plowed through a ton of guys, got the experience, next time it would hurt less." Tommy nods in acknowledgement of, well, everything. "I was dumb, and sad, and yeah, I went to bars and clubs and picked up. Or got picked up, I don't know. I was terrified and if guys wanted me then I let them have me."

Buck grips his empty shot glass a little tighter. Let them have me.

"You said in detail," Buck replies.

Tommy shifts a little. "Oh, you heard." He laughs when Buck gently kicks his shin. "I didn't—I thought I didn't know what I was doing, and I thought, well, these guys'll show me—like, what I was missing."

Buck swallows tightly. "And did they?"

Tommy stills, then grabs his next shot. "Never have I ever been in a threesome." 

Buck doesn't take a shot; after an eternity, Tommy does. 

"How'd you avoid one?" Tommy laughs.

Buck shrugs, then meets Tommy's eyes head-on. Tommy had told him about that when he told Buck about his confusion, when they first met, when they first kissed. Picking up men starts with eye contact, lingering and attentive. I see you; I know what you are. Hold that moment and then, Tommy says, he'd know. 

"How'd you fall into one?" Buck asks.

Tommy licks his lips and rubs his thumb along the edge of his empty shot glass. "This couple, two guys, invited me back to their place. I was kind of terrified, like… men still… I didn't get over that fear right away, that something would happen to me. And I think they knew, even if I was around their age, like, early 30s, I was still inexperienced. I think that was the hottest thing about it." 

Tommy's other hand reaches over and touches Buck's knee, grabs onto it. "Feeling safe to do whatever I wanted, let them do whatever they wanted to me." 

Buck's breath hitches in his chest. Tommy's touch, brief as it is, his hand on his jeans, gave him chills. "It was good, then?"

Tommy leans on his hand, getting close to Evan so he can drop his voice low. "They'd been together for years, met in college, never left each other. They slept with other guys sometimes because—it was exciting, you know? To learn someone they didn't know, and to do it together because they did everything together. And feeling them learn me, I learned myself, too. Tommy, you liked that, didn't you? God, look at your pecs, they're real, right? Taste that, bite a little, he's real all over. A show-er and a grower, honey, you should come with a warning label. Baby, show Tommy what you like, then Tommy can show me. Talk to us, baby, come on."

Buck lets go of his shot glass; it might actually shatter in his hand. He plants his hand flat on the bar and meets Tommy's eyes, and he feels heady and dizzy. "Was that the only one?"

Buck knows he's pretending to think about it. "We kept in touch, but I always waited for them to reach out to me. I haven't seen them in a couple of years." Tommy's hand that's not leaning on the bar reaches for Buck. His thumb rubs along his chin, then his bottom lip. "I've been thinking about them more, lately, now that we're back together."

"Tommy, don't touch me like that or I'll come right here," Buck whispers.

"You promise?" He grins when Buck kicks him again. "I mean." Tommy's playing, but not playing. He has a sly smile on his lips but the way he bites his lip and the way he can't quite keep his eyes on Buck, it betrays something else. "I wonder what it'd be like if I ran into them again, or if they saw me some night when we were here, you and me."

"Yeah?" Buck asks. He has no idea what these men look like, but his eyes dart around quickly like he'd know them from Tommy's story alone. "And what? You'd tell them—we're taken. You're taken. You're not interested. And maybe, I don't know, maybe they'd be annoyed by it or something, but I think—they might be happy for you, I think."

"They would be," Tommy says. "Little disappointed, though. Their sweet boy who they taught how to take a cock to the throat, now he's got his own boy and they can't see how he's grown up?" Buck heats up as Tommy looks at him again. "I'd want to show them what I learned, what I'm teaching you. How good you are. How good we are."

Buck scoffs, trying to shrug that suffocating mantle of arousal off his shoulders. "You don't need to go to bed with them for that."

"Maybe not," Tommy says slowly, not at all rebuffed. "But it'd get the point across, wouldn't it?" Tommy sits up straight and exhales sharply, like he'd been holding his breath, too. Buck can't help shooting a glance at his crotch; Tommy catches him looking. 

"Never will you ever," Buck says. There's heat behind it, he's just not sure which kind.

"Never's a long time," Tommy says, then orders another round of shots. 

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