#buddie to bucktommy mutual adultery

[visionandthebeast]

started working on my Buddie to Buddietommy mutual adultery fic. Its not set in any particular season, drawing from stuff across the entire show as I please, but the relevant bit here is that Buck and Eddie are dating, Buck has just started physical therapy for his leg after the bombing, and Tommy's his therapist.

This part is just Bucktommy, its Buck's first appointment.

Somewhat nsfw, nothing explicit. I'd say M rated (not yet sure if the fic on the whole will be explicit)

It wasn't going to be a problem. Buck had a boyfriend, a hot boyfriend who he had lots of sex with. Tommy might be an incredibly attractive man, but he wasn't Buck's boyfriend. So there wasn't going to be a problem.

Buck kept repeating that in his head as the appointment started, with Tommy going over Buck's history. The injury that put him here in the first place, and any previous injuries that might affect recovery. The doctor's notes. Everything.

He found his mind drifting as the discussion went on, Tommy already had all this information, and had clearly gone over it already. He was just double checking, which gave Buck lots of time to look around the room and the exercise equipment it would be a while before he could even think about using.

Buck's sight eventually fell back on Tommy, reading glasses perched on his nose, brilliant blue eyes magnified behind the glass. His gaze focused on the doctor's report in front of him, the space between his eyebrows wrinkled, and the laugh lines at the corner of his eyes deepened, his hair was starting to gray at the edges, strands of silver amidst the darker curls.

[transition into the physical therapy portion that I can't get for the life of me]

Once the appointment actually started, Buck found himself faced with the next issue. Not a problem, it wasn't a problem He didn't have a problem. Why would he have a problem, he had a boyfriend. Tommy might be an attractive man, but there were lots of attractive men in the world. Most of the men Buck worked with were attractive men. Buck could handle attractive men.

Tommy wasn't just an attractive man.

Tommy, in addition to being an incredibly attractive man, with muscles that stretched the fabric of his pullover like it was spandex, a voice gentle but firm — and smooth as butter — while he guided Buck through the exercises, and a cleft chin visible beneath carefully groomed salt-and-pepper stubble. In addition to all that, Tommy was patient. Carefully demonstrating what he wanted Buck to do when he wasn't understanding it, first by doing it himself — giving Buck an excellent look at his truly delightful looking behind — and then by guiding Buck's movements directly when he still had trouble grasping it.

Tommy, meanwhile, did not have a difficult time grasping Buck's leg. In addition to having hands that dwarfed any part of Buck's body they touched; the hands were warm; their heat sinking down to Buck's bones and resting there. The grip firm; like an iron vice that couldn't be broken when wrapped around his leg. His obscenely large arms were not just for show, Tommy didn't even seem to notice Buck's initial resistance when he tried to move the leg into position, biceps swelling as he held Buck in place.

"How's that feel?" Tommy asked, eyes focused on Buck, looking for any sign the position was too much for his injured leg. His eyes weren't completely blue, Buck thought as he looked up into Tommy's gaze. One of them was half green: sectoral heterochromia.

"Evan?" Buck blinked back to attention, his mind rewinding to Tommy's question.

"Good. a bit of strain, but not too painful." Buck managed to say, instead of anything embarrassingly horny. Like wanting Tommy to hold his other leg in the same position. Or for him to wrap those hands arms around Buck's throat and flex until Buck passed out.

"Excellent. We're going to hold your leg in this position, and i want you to move your foot back and forth — like that, yes. You're doing excellent, Evan." Tommy's words drew buck out of his spiraling thought, and then tossed him back into the depths. Even deeper then before.

Maybe Buck did have a problem. Just a little bit. Because having this walking wet dream of a man loom over him, holding him down and praise him. It was starting to go to his head. And his dick. His very interested dick. His very interested dick which was currently inside his tightest workout shorts, and therefore was very noticeable when even slightly hard.

And right now, Buck was more than slightly hard.