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[rcmclachlan]

wip wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @setmeatopthepyre yesterday for Tease Tidbit Tuesday but I didn't see it until today. I promise I know what day it is (spoiler: I don't and never do).

This is one of a handful of flashback scenes from the fic I've been writing. I still don't have a concrete plan for this one but I'm having a blast with it.

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"If it had wings of some kind, they stuck my ass in it."

Buck perked up at that, interest curling around his shoulders like a mink stole. "Not just helicopters? Planes, too? Like, uh, fighter jets?"

When Tommy's mouth split around a smile, his teeth seemed oddly bright even in the restaurant's dim lighting. It was probably due to good genes. Tommy didn't seem the type to use a whitening gel.

"Among other things," Tommy agreed.

"That is so cool." It really was. Buck was practically bouncing in his seat. He wasn't just dating a pilot; he was dating a fighter pilot. "What was the craziest thing you ever flew?"

Tommy's smile went a little odd at the edges, and Buck watched, fascinated, as the tines of Tommy's fork started tapping against his plate, a metronome etched in porcelain and vodka sauce. Eleven little tings rang out before Tommy finally answered.

"This is going to sound incredibly douchey and I really don't mean it to, but I can't tell you about that one. It's, uh, classified."

Before Tommy kissed him and blew his mind wide open, Buck would have categorized the feeling that blossomed in his belly like an algae bloom as professional jealousy. Before, the fact that Tommy was such a good pilot that he got to fly some kind of experimental aircraft for the military would have been filed away as an awesome example of his competency. Buck probably would have occasionally taken that factoid out and studied it like a diamond, turning it from side to side and marveling at how it caught the light, jittery with pride because someone as cool and experienced as Tommy wanted to be his friend.

But Buck was finally self-actualized enough to recognize the feeling for what it was: absolutely insane, toe-curling lust.

"Fuck." He gripped the edge of the table so hard the table cloth was probably going to have permanent creases in it. His thighs clenched. "Please tell me you can live without dessert."

The oddly hesitant expression on Tommy's face melted into wide-eyed realization, then amusement. "Wait, do you... really?"

"Get the check," Buck said with a grin that felt hot as a fever. "Then see if you can use some of those best-in-class piloting skills to get us back to my place in ten minutes or less."

They didn't make it out of the parking lot.

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