#polyfire fanfic

[devirnis]

never shall be chaste (except you ravish me)

Rating: E Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard Word count: 6.8k CONTENT WARNING: consensual non-consent, rape fantasy, restraints

Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option. Or: Buck, Eddie & Tommy try a new roleplay scenario in the bedroom.

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Happy Kinktober!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

And we’re back with another installment of everyone’s favorite messes! Mwahahaha.

I think this is an installment that people had hoped for or even requested, so I hope that it lives up to expectations. I had a lot of fun writing it.

Title: Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine)

Rating: E

Pairing: Buck/Eddie/Tommy and variations thereupon

Chapters: 8/11

Entry Summary: Eddie's sparring with Tommy takes an interesting turn.

[xunandran]

Home (Firepilot/Queerplatonic Polyfire)

Got thinking about one of my recent posts, and an idea just nagged at me. so here you go, some Firepilot/queerplatonic Polyfire fluff.

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Home (837 words)

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Sometimes, the job sucked. Sometimes it took you away from the ones you loved for far too long. This had been such a time. After spending the last week holed up in a tent in the California mountains as part of a wildfire response team, Tommy was happy to be back in Los Angeles proper. He’d be even happier once he was in his own bed rather than a cot with twenty snoring firefighters. One was enough for him, and he couldn’t wait to see him. 

He turned off his headlights before pulling into the drive to Eddie’s house. As expected, Buck’s Jeep was parked alongside Eddie’s truck. He shut off the engine and hopped out of his own truck. The house was dark, save for a flickering from the living room windows. He checked the time, 11:24pm. He had hoped to make better time. Couldn’t be helped. 

He thumbed through his ever expanding keyring. Car. His. Buck’s. Eddie’s. It had felt strange adding the last key to the jumpring, but Eddie had insisted. 

“Buck trusts you, and I trust you,” he had said all those months ago. 

He slid the key in the lock and pulled the door open. The flickering he witnessed from outside was from Eddie’s TV. More accurately, it was from the looping menu screen of a DVD playing on Eddie’s TV. 

Love Actually.

Tommy smiled fondly as he quietly pushed the door closed, not that the door would be heard over Buck’s snoring from what he presumed was the couch. As he rounded into the living room, the sight before him brought the tenderest of smiles to his lips. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quietly snapped a few photos to capture the memory. 

Eddie leaned against the end of the couch, one arm draped over the side, the other wrapped around Buck, who was currently passed out, curled up on the couch like a cat, head in Eddie’s lap. A string of drool glistened along his lips and his cheek, pooling in a dark stain on Eddie’s jeans. Somehow, possibly due to how lanky he was, Christopher had found enough room to join the snuggle pile, and he leaned against Buck, his sleeping slack mouthed face a near carbon copy of his father’s. 

The coffee table had two beer bottles, a juice box, an empty pizza box and a half-filled bowl of popcorn. 

“Eddie.” Tommy was quiet as he lightly tapped on the man’s shoulder to wake him.

Warm brown eyes fluttered opened tiredly, first one, then the other. “Tommy?”

“I came by for Evan,” Tommy whispered, kneeling at the outside of the arm of the couch Eddie was leaning against. 

The other man yawned and looked across the couch at the two forms sprawled over him. “Good luck with that,” he said with a sleepy, sincere grin. “Buck’s a bear to wake up. I’d help but…” He gestured to the current situation. 

“I’m aware.” Tommy’s laugh caused Buck to stir in Eddie’s lap, but he didn’t wake up. “Let me get Christopher to bed for you first. Do we need to wake him to brush his teeth?” Tommy lifted Christopher off of Buck and carefully draped the teen against his chest. Christopher fidgeted briefly before settling against Tommy’s strong form. 

“Probably, but he’s just been to the dentist. I’ll make sure he brushes extra long tomorrow morning. Would rather not deal with two grouches.” While Tommy carried Christopher to his room, Eddie lightly jostled Buck’s shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Tommy’s home.”

Buck groaned and snuggled in deeper, an endearing sight. “Tommy…” he muttered, as if the word had filtered through into whatever dreamscape he currently found himself. Even in sleep, the mention of the other man’s name twisted his lips into the smallest of fond smiles. 

Tommy wandered back in from the back hall. “Package secured.” He smiled down at Buck, who was still just as asleep as when he left. “What about this one?”

“Out like a light,” Eddie mused, stretching as much as he was able to with Buck’s head in his lap. “Why don’t you two take my bed. No sense in trying to pour him into your truck tonight.” 

“Are you sure, Eddie?” Tommy had already started gathering the empty bottles and the box of pizza to relocate them to the kitchen. “I don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m sure. Just bring me the pillow and spare blanket from that closet over there.” 

Tommy moved the empties and retrieved the blanket and pillow, setting them on the coffee table. “Okay, Evan. Let’s get you to bed.” He scooped up the other man, barely needing to exert himself to lift almost two hundred pounds of sleeping muscle. Eddie stretched his released legs and curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket over him, mimicking Buck only moments ago. “Thanks for looking out for him, Eddie.”

“Always,” Eddie said with a yawn as he settled in. “I’m glad you’re home, Tommy. Sleep well.”

[saint-felicias-writing-corner]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

This is my first Tease Tidbit Tuesday on this account, and I decided to start with something special to me. I present, the first draft of the first 500ish words of 'You're (Still) The Two', the WIP sequel to You're the Two, my Polyfire triad fic. Hope you enjoy!

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Peace and quiet was a rare commodity at the Diaz house. It wasn’t something that Eddie sought or craved. It wasn’t something that he thought about. It wasn’t even something that he bemoaned or missed. It simply was. Between his social butterfly son and his video games; his gregarious boyfriend and teammate and his infodumping; and his other, equally gregarious, though much less info-dumping boyfriend, there was enough noise and chaos to keep his house and heart full.

In the weeks since his surgery and the crash, his home had gradually become the locus by which all of them orbited. Sure, Buck still had his loft, but Eddie could count the number of times that he’d slept there since the crash on one hand. Tommy had his house, and of him and Buck, he spent more time away. Eddie didn’t interpret that as a slight. He knew that he and Buck together were a lot. That Tommy willingly and happily took that on, warts and all, made him love the man all the more.

But tonight was one of those rare nights that silence floated through the air. There were no video games sounds and taunting japes over a team chat… Christopher was at his Tia’s. There was no third, fourth, or sometimes even fifth retelling of some interesting factoid or idea… Buck was in Pennsylvania. And Tommy? He had offered to come over, to break the silence with some take out and craft beer, but why waste a singular opportunity to recuperate and reflect?

He dried his plate and set it back in its place. Buck would be proud to know that his gentle nagging had paid off in the form of Eddie actually cooking instead of subsisting on a dry turkey sandwich. He missed him. He cleaned up the place while he waited for seven o’clock… their agreed upon time. He dusted along the mantle, once empty, but now bursting with photos of his ‘unconventional’ family… Christopher, Buck, and Tommy… some candid, others staged.

All precious.

He didn’t feel unconventional. If anything, he felt more normal than ever. Embracing the strange alchemy that was his relationship with Tommy and Buck had done wonders for his self-worth. He knew now that he wasn’t broken, but rather, a round peg made to reside in a square hole for far too many years of his life. While it worked, well, kinda worked… it didn’t really fit. Sure, their interactions in public resulted in a fair share of looks and even some comments, but he wasn’t about to apologize for loving more than one man. Through Buck and Tommy, he had learned to love more about himself.

But he also felt… off. Accepting that he was gay was a big step in discovering who he was. But in many ways, he was still the same Eddie. Father. Combat Medic. Widow. Firefighter. He’d just gladly added polyamorous homosexual to that list of designations, not as a replacement, but an addendum. And while he was exceptionally happy and wouldn’t change a single thing about how everything came about, he still wondered…

What else was he?

[buffaluff]

Eddie gives them spare t-shirts to sleep in, and they all make room for each other in the slightly cramped space of Eddie's bed, arms and legs draped over one another's, intertwined.

"I want this every night forever," Eddie murmurs just before he falls asleep.

"That's the plan," Buck replies, but Eddie's eyes are already shut. It's the best night of sleep he's had in ages.

my piece for this year’s @911reversebang! my awesome partner @some-little-infamy wrote an incredible matching story for it!

✨💖 all that we have is all that i wanted 💖✨

bonus piece here [x]

[jacki-daytona]

911 fandom dancing the devils dance (multishipping) let’s goooooooo

[babygirl-diaz]

Eddie entered the house and closed the door behind him. He pressed his head against it and tried to hold back the tears as he closed his eyes. But then he jumped slightly when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. “Shhh… it’s just me. I got you,” Tommy’s voice rang in his ear.

“We got you,” then there was Buck.

That was all it took for Eddie to break down. He started crying in Tommy’s arms, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck tightly. “I miss him so much.”

“We know, baby,” Buck said softly and wrapped his arms around the both of them, holding them close.

“Seeing Wes… and him calling me dad… I just…” Eddie cried even harder.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Tommy whispered and cupped Eddie’s face, planting kisses all over them.

“Let us take care of you,” Buck insisted. “We know that won’t lessen the pain not having Chris here but it’s the least we can do.”

Eddie sniffled and looked at his boyfriends. “Okay.”

***

Should I continue with Buck and Tommy taking care of Eddie?

[911varietyposts]

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As Tommy flopped onto the bed, his face finding the crook of Evan’s neck automatically, he felt the tension bleed out of his body. This was exactly what the man needed after a long shift where he had picked up an extra 12 hours as a last minute thing.

Feeling fingers carding through his hair, a content sigh escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. "Long shift?" The raspy, sleep-laced voiced asked him as he pulled away, blue eyes quickly meeting blue eyes. "Very. I'm glad it's over with though."

"Missed you." Tommy said with a grin as he settled himself to sit on Evan’s thighs, his hands resting on either side of the man’s head. "Oh yeah? What if I say I missed you too?" Evan was quick to tease, his hands settling themselves on the older man’s waist. 

"It's a good thing you did." The older man said with a laugh as he leaned down to kiss his boyfriend before letting his lips trail down the man’s neck. Evan could only laugh as he bit back a moan. "Horny after work, are we?"

Tommy could only pinch the man.

“I haven’t had sex in days because of conflicting schedules, yes I’m horny.” He whined as he bit Evan’s shoulder. A loud moan escaped the man’s lips as his grasp on Tommy tightened. “Good boy.” A smirk spread across Tommy’s face as he ran his tongue across Evan’s nipple, pulling another moan from him.

They were only stopped by shuffling on the other side of the bed, a small whining noise meeting their ears.

"Listen, I love you both and you know I don't care if you fuck while I'm asleep, but at least keep it down enough I get a little sleep tonight?" Eddie grumbled from his side of the bed, pouty brown eyes staring across the middle of the bed.

"Sorry babygirl, go back to sleep." Tommy murmured as he leaned across the bed to press a kiss to the man's lips in apology. "We'll give you the best blowjob to make it up to you after you get back from dropping Chris off at school in the morning."

Eddie stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head. "Deal. I'm going back to sleep now." With that, he rolled over and Tommy smirked at Evan. "Now, where were we?”

[watchyourbuck]

six of hands, three of souls

day 3/7 for @buddietommy-week | soulmates

buddietommy | 6,2k | explicit

And Buck was happy, he really was.

Finding your soulmate was a privilege. A luxury, if you will.

Finding your soulmate twice was, however, a bit unexpected.

OR: a buddietommy soulmate AU (Includes established buddie + the soulmate talk + Tommy sucking them both off at the end of the night).

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[diazsdimples]

We built this family together - Buddietommy, 6.9k | General

Evan Buckley knows he is one of the luckiest men alive. It’s taken him a long time to get to this point. After years of feeling as though he was stumbling through life, just barely managing to keep up with any blows the universe aimed at him, he finally feels confident about knowing exactly what his place in the world is. He is a firefighter. He is a partner. He is a father. And today, a mild day in the middle of June, he gets to celebrate being the latter. OR Buck, Eddie, and Tommy celebrate their first Father's Day with their babies.

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[screaming-universe]

written for @tommykinardweek day 3: supernatural creatures (werecats) and alpha/omega, though this is gen and not nsfw at all

"So this is not permanent?" Tommy asked, barely being able to glimpse Evan where he was trying to hide in Eddie's arms.

"Yeah," Eddie replied, incessantly stroking Evan's fur and provoking a reluctant purr out of him. "He inhaled enough to keep him like this for a week but once it's all out of his system he'll be back to normal."

Like this was Evan stuck as a cat—but not the lion that Tommy knew. Instead Evan was a small cat that Eddie could easily hold with one arm. Cat shapes came in all forms and sizes but seeing Evan this small was unusual. And possibly quite adorable if Tommy actually managed to catch more than a glimpse of him.

"Oh, I left my phone in the truck," Eddie suddenly said. "Hold him?"

"Of course," Tommy said and held out his hands to receive their mate but said mate responded by yowling and trying to burrow his way past Eddie's elbow and chest. Evan's fur was still sandy but maybe a touch more orange and most importantly: he was the size of a house cat, if even that. He was tiny.

"Oh come on, Buck," Eddie said mercilessly and grabbed Evan. "You got nothing to be ashamed of, except maybe of sticking your nose into things before thinking."

With that he sat Evan into Tommy's hands and Tommy was left with a tiny cat looking up at him with big, unsure eyes. Evan gave a pitiful meow that sounded so uncertain that Tommy felt his heart melt.

"Don't worry," he said and brought Evan close to his neck. "We'll take good care of you."

Evan let out another meow and clawed his way up Tommy's shirt to sit on his shoulder. Before Tommy could ask him what he was doing - not that he would be able to answer - he started licking Tommy's neck. "Oh," was all Tommy could say, suddenly Eddie's words made sense. Evidently somebody had already said something to make Evan feel bad about this unexpected change. "Don't worry, Evan. You are our mate, no matter what size you are."

Tommy felt the little head rubbing across his chin before Evan shifted his weight and Tommy felt a gentle bite to the back of his neck before Evan went on to licking every inch of Tommy's neck that he could reach. Tommy sighed and grabbed his mate to hold him in front of his face and look him deep into the eyes.

"Evan," he said with a sigh, "we don't need a big strong alpha, we never did and we don't need one now, and you know that. Don't listen to your parents, don't listen to whoever made you feel bad about this shape. Listen to us telling you that you are the mate we need."

Evan simply stared right back at him with big blue eyes and made a quiet chirping sound. Tommy gathered him close to his chest and started by rubbing his head. Buck-as-a-lion enjoyed it so it stood to reason that Buck-as-a-tiny-cat did too, and Tommy was proven right "Besides, I already smell like you, you got nothing to prove."

Evan made a sound that Tommy understood without needing any words. I like when we smell of each other, he'd said once when they'd all been tangled in bed together. Now he pushed himself against Tommy's chest and rubbed himself on the shirt with all this might. And he was purring.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Happy birthday to the United States, which I am using as an excuse to post breeding kink smut!

Because y’know someone has to be conceived in order to be born, and... have a birthd... oh forget it.

Title: Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine)

Rating: E

Pairing: Buck/Eddie/Tommy and variations thereupon

Chapters: 9/11

Entry Summary: A kink Eddie's long kept hidden is revealed.

[xunandran]

Tease (more than a) Tidbit Tuesday - PolyFire Edition

Extra bit since I don't think I posted anything last week. Here's the first part of some PolyFire smut I'm working on. some of the prompts for the piece include:

Buck and Tommy want to fold Eddie into their dynamic.

Tommy shows Eddie all the different things that he's found that drives Buck crazy.

-- Your body, my only lesson (3054 Words - Unfinished) --

Every two weeks, the television at the Diaz household is taken over by, as Buck puts it ‘half naked men pummeling each other.’ Back in the beginning, it was Eddie and Tommy. Marisol usually took Christopher out for ice cream or pizza or to the movies. After Buck and Tommy started dating, the dynamic gradually shifted. It was still Eddie and Tommy watching the fights, but Marisol became less and less of a fixture, instead replaced by Buck and Christopher in the teen’s room, often playing some video game or another. 

Tonight’s fight isn’t one for the record books. It’s slow and uninteresting, affording Eddie and Tommy more time to talk than usual. They’re already on their third beer in rather quick succession, Buck already agreeing to get him and Tommy back to their places at the end of the night. 

One of the things Eddie’s noticed about Tommy in their months of hanging out is how honest he gets when he’s had a few too many. When Tommy and Buck had first started officially dating, outside the tragic pizza parlor incident, it was on this very couch that an inebriated Tommy had spilled the beans as to how quick a study Buck was in the bedroom. 

Eddie wants to claim that he is scandalized by this knowledge. If anyone asked, Tommy included, he’d surely hem and haw and make some show of being thoroughly disinterested in the fact. But in truth, since he’s admitting it to himself and nobody else, knowing Buck’s sexual prowess secondhand is somehow more enticing than hearing it from Buck himself. He tucks Tommy’s stories into a small box in the back of his mind to revisit behind his bedroom’s closed doors. 

Over time, he’s come to expect and enjoy these little confessions from Tommy. He pretends that he’s not hanging on the older man’s every word or storing the way Tommy demonstrates some new trick Buck’s learned on the bottle of beer in his hands. He always makes sure the fridge is stocked, making a special trip every two weeks to make sure Tommy has his favorites. 

Periodically throughout the evening, Buck passes through, padding to the kitchen for more pizza, more popcorn, more juice for himself and Christopher. At first, he’d comment toward them as he walked back, but as time and familiarity with their relationship bloomed, words turned to looks, looks turned to touches, and touches turned to gentle kisses as he carried whatever snackfood he had in his hands toward the back of the house. If he’s ever heard Tommy’s confessions, he’s never said or acted bothered. 

Tonight’s confession comes four beers in, and it’s a doozy. They’re between matches when Tommy slides closer to Eddie and whispers “You know I was interested in you too, right?”

Eddie swallows dryly, both from the words and from the way Tommy’s hot breath ghosts against his skin. “What?” His single word is higher pitched than he’d like. He doesn’t want to turn to the right. That’s not true. He wants to turn to the right because Tommy’s not moved back to his neutral and safe spot at the other end of the couch. He’s still leaned in, strong hand clapping on Eddie’s shoulder like he’s said the most casual thing a friend can say to another. 

“When?” Eddie risks a glance to the right. Steel blue globes are still trained on him, scouring over his eyes, his cheeks…

His lips. He needs to swallow again. He settles for another drink of his beer to coat his suddenly dry throat. 

“You know…” Tommy’s voice is smooth and sure. His thumb massages along the strip of muscle north of Eddie’s collar bone, occasionally daring to trace the rough digit against the skin under his collar. “Vegas… Muay Thai… The Chevelle.” The light strokes are mesmerizing, and they’ve barely noticed that the next fight has started. 

Eddie dryly swallows a second time, brooding eyes tracing over wide, sharply angled lips. He could kiss him, kiss Tommy. They’re so close. He reads the permission in the other man’s stance and eyes. It’s been weeks since he separated with Marisol. That’s enough time right? It’s not like it’s a relationship. It’s not like he’s moving too fast again, right? His breath is sharp, in through the nose, out through the nose. “What about Buck?”

Tommy’s lips lift into an effortless smile. “I’ve told Evan, god, what, about a month after we started dating. He… understood the interest.”

Eddie laughs, using the levity to break the hold that Tommy’s lips have on him. “I honestly had no idea. When Buck told me that you two were on a date that night, I was clueless.” And he was. Thinking back on it, it didn’t really surprise him that Buck could be into guys, but Tommy? And apparently into him? It was flattering. He clinks their bottles together. “Another?” Tommy nods and Eddie gathers their empties and stands to go to the kitchen. Logic would dictate that it’d be easier to circle around the back of the couch to get to the kitchen. Instead, Eddie lifts his leg and straddles Tommy for the briefest of moments as he steps over the other man to get into the open area of the living room. Tommy’s blue eyes track the line of Eddie’s waist through the entire movement. 

Eddie makes a detour to check on Buck and Christopher. They’re singularly focused on their video game. Eddie hovers in the doorway and watches the way the pink tip of Buck’s tongue slides along the side of his mouth as he concentrates. A brief lull, a loading screen, and Buck looks up from his spot on the floor, teeth flashing in the brightest smile Eddie’s seen. Should he tell Buck about what Tommy’s said? What if Tommy hadn’t actually told Buck anything. He didn’t want to be the reason that anything happened between them. 

“You okay?” Buck’s voice is concerned, quiet.

Eddie shakes off the thoughts of kissing Tommy, of even kissing Buck. “Yeah. Just checking in on my guys.”

“Aww…” Buck teasingly draws a small heart with his index fingers. “How are the fights tonight?”

“Boring. Tommy and I have been chatting mostly.”

“Oh?” 

Eddie doesn’t know if it’s the single syllable, the tone that Buck uses on it, or the unreadable glint in his bright blue eyes, but something about their interactions seems heavier and more stout than a second before. He walks to the kitchen and discards their empties before grabbing two more from the fridge. He cracks the bottles and tosses the caps, trying to decide on his next course of action. He can’t exactly hide in the kitchen. Tommy’s expecting him. He pads back to the living room, this time opting to walk behind the couch. He hands Tommy his beer as he sits down. The brief brush of the other man’s fingers against his is electric. They clink the bottles together and start on number five. 

“I’ve dreamt about you, you know,” Eddie admits. He doesn’t know why it’s his turn to confess, but the words slip from his lips before he’s properly thought of them. 

Tommy chokes on the potato chip that he has just stuck in his mouth. “Uh, what?”

“You heard me.” Eddie fixes his gaze forward, focusing on the fight on the screen. He pulls a deep swig from the bottle of beer between his hands before setting it on the coaster in front of him. 

Tommy coughs, throat still a bit raw from the sudden sharp fried projectile. “What kind of dreams?” His voice is slightly raspy from the incident. It sounds great on him. Eddie fixes him with a look that needs no explanation or elaboration. “Oh,” Tommy smirks, nodding and taking a large pull of his own beer.

“It’s not just you,” Eddie supplies to fill the space between them. “There’s plenty of people.” Buck chief among them, but he doesn’t say that one. 

Tommy breaks into a jovial laugh. “Someone’s mind is working overtime.”

Eddie sips on his beer. “I don’t know why. I’m in my thirties. I’m not some randy teenager. Hell, I wasn’t even this bad when I was a randy teenager.” Now that it’s out in the air, he likes that he can admit these things to Tommy, risking little more than some gentle teasing but overwhelming support. It should be Buck though. The thought plays in his forefront of his mind, the steady mantra continuously pounding through him like a second heartbeat.

They sit in silence, eyes fixed on the fight. Eddie doesn’t know if it’s awkward or not. He steals glances to his right, furtive sightlines sliding over Tommy before flitting back forward. His fingers drum against his leg nervously as he tries to only pay attention to the screen in front of him. 

Tommy’s noticed the shift, and he’s turned and about to comment when Eddie looks at him. “Did you mean it… that Buck knows?” The words are fast, breathless.

Tommy nods slowly. “I can text him right now if you don’t believe me. Yes, I know he’s in the back with Christopher, and we could just go ask him, but I’d imagine that’d be awkward.”

Eddie palms his hand over his face and groans. When his fingers slip from in front of his eyes, he glances right. Tommy’s bemused expression is endearing. 

Tommy sets his bottle on the coffee table and slides closer to the center of the couch. Not too close, like he’s trying to give Eddie enough time to make some sort of decision. “We’ve talked about it,” He says, almost matter-of-factly. 

“It?” Eddie swallows. He knows what Tommy’s talking about. He’d be lying if he said that recently he hadn’t thought about it, even outside the admitted dreams. But Buck’s his best friend. He knows that argument’s weak. Shannon was his best friend too, before everything. 

“You.” Tommy says as he slides his phone out of his pocket. “Us.” He opens a conversation between Evan and himself and hands the phone over to Eddie. 

Evan:

>> Hey! I have a question, and I hope you

>> don't take offense.

Tommy:

I doubt I can take offense to a simple <<

question. What’s on your mind? <<

Evan:

>> Have you had a threesome?

Tommy:

A couple. Why? <<

Evan:

>> Did you like them?

Tommy:

They were alright. Where’s this coming <<

from, Evan? <<

Evan: >> Would you have another?

>> I’ve never had one.

Tommy:

Really? <<

With all the stories about Buck 1.0 <<

I would have assumed a threesome <<

or two would have been par for the <<

course <<

Evan:

>> You never answered the question.

Tommy:

Do you want to have a threesome? <<

Evan:

>> I kinda do. Not that I’m not extremely

>> happy with things how they are. I’m 

>> just curious. 

Tommy:

Do you have anybody in mind? <<

Evan: 

>> You’ll laugh.

>> Or maybe not. 

>> Maybe I shouldn’t say.

>> It’s probably weird. 

Tommy:

Is it Eddie? <<

Evan:

>> It’s weird, right?

>> He’s my best friend.

>> And all I can think about

>> is what he’s like in bed. 

Tommy:

That’s not weird, Evan <<

It’s natural. I told you I <<

thought Eddie was hot, <<

right? I mean, after we <<

started dating. <<

Evan:

>> I wonder if that’s what’s put

>> it in my mind. 

Tommy:

I’m up for it. Would you like me to <<

test the waters and see if Eddie’s <<

interested? <<

Evan:

>> You’d do that?

Tommy:

Sure, Evan. Plenty of couples have <<

threesomes. I’d rather it be with me and <<

someone you trust. <<

Eddie licks his lips as he reads the message string twice. Buck wants to have a threesome? Buck wants to have a threesome with him and Tommy? He hands the phone back to Tommy and takes a shuddering breath. “Well…” he says airily, not quite knowing what to say. His brown eyes dart around Tommy’s still too close features. Did the man scoot closer while he was reading? 

“So what do you think?” Tommy’s voice is measured and clear, casual. How is he not as nervous as Eddie is right now? All he has to do is say yes and he can know the answers to the questions that have nagged at him for the last couple months. He can know for certain if the feelings he’s been harboring for Buck and Tommy are just his mind trying to understand a new dynamic, or if the ache in the back of his throat is one that can be salved with their touch. 

“You’ll show me… I mean… I’ve never…” Eddie trips over his words, his cheeks blazing with a fiery red blush. Tommy closes the distance and tenderly slides his lips against Eddie’s. Eddie breathes their connection with a shudder. For as rough as the man should be from his occupation and his build, his lips are soft and taste of a lingering belgium stout and barbecue from their wings. When Tommy pulls away, Eddie’s body tries to follow, his dazed form captured in Tommy’s magnetic pull. 

Tommy chuckles as Eddie’s mind catches up to the rest of him. “Somehow I’m not surprised that you both had the exact same look. You okay?”

If Eddie were capable of currently making sounds, he’d tell Tommy that yes, he was in fact okay. He tries to form his traitorous voice around numerous different words before simply nodding and smiling dopily. 

“Good.” Tommy strokes his fingers through Eddie’s hair and watches in real time as the redness in his cheeks and neck fade to a comfortable tan. “We’ll show you everything you need to know.” His fingers slide down Eddie’s cheek, and Eddie wants to kiss him again. He leans into the caress, lips pressing against Tommy’s palm. 

“Can you get a sitter for tomorrow evening?” Tommy asks nonchalantly as he strokes Eddie’s cheek. “Does tomorrow work for you? Not too fast?”

Eddie huffs and vigorously shakes his head. “Not too fast. I can find a sitter.”

“Okay then,” Tommy says, lips brushing lightly against Eddie’s again. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

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Buck has spent the following day texting Eddie throughout. It’s little things mostly, some memes, random bullshit. Eddie’s aware of what he’s doing. He’s trying to keep things as normal as possible. Eddie doesn’t know if the texts are helping, or rather serving to make him more nervous. He wonders if Buck’s just as hyped and/or nervous as Eddie’s been feeling all day. Thankfully, Tommy’s been a bit more muted in his communication. He checked in around lunch to confirm that Eddie was still up for the evening. 

He’s showered twice today, thoroughly cleaning himself in preparation for the evening. Though he’s never been with a man, he’s somewhat familiar with some of the logistics, by virtue of his time as a medic. Should he text and ask what role they are expecting of him? He opts to message Tommy, who says not to worry, he’ll be alright. By the time that Carla shows up to take care of Christopher, Eddie’s wound pretty tight, a solid 50% nerves, 50% excitement. 

They’ve agreed to meet at Tommy’s. Eddie swears he catches every red light on his way there. Tommy texts him along the way to just go ahead and come on in and lock up behind him. Tommy’s place is dark and quiet, save for the low murmur of Buck’s voice from the back. Eddie latches the locks before rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. With his hands in his pockets, he pads back to Tommy’s bedroom, not entirely sure what he’s going to walk into. 

Buck is sitting cross-legged in the center of Tommy’s king bed. At present, Tommy’s mostly sat on the edge, but he’s laid back so that his head is in Buck’s lap. The younger man absently slides his fingers through Tommy’s hair as he looks up at Eddie. “Hi.” The word is thick, Buck’s own voice a worried and somewhat raspy mess. Eddie watches as he presses his tongue nervously against the back of his slightly parted lips, the barest hint of pink briefly flicking into view. 

Tommy looks up at Buck before sitting up. “Hey.” Eddie pulls his hand from his pocket and sheepishly waves. He’s not sure what the protocol is, so he’s thankful when Tommy stands up and walks near him. The large man’s presence is strangely comforting as well as exciting. “Evan and I talked while we were waiting.” Tommy’s voice is low in Eddie’s ear and firing through his bloodstream as he circles him. 

“And?” Eddie’s own voice is dry, and he swallows in a vain attempt to moisten the desert behind his lips. 

“So Evan thinks, since you’re new to all this, that I teach you what he likes.” Tommy’s lips brush against the back of Eddie’s neck, and Eddie focuses on Buck.

Buck’s blue eyes are already dark and intense with desire. He pulls himself off the bed and closes with Eddie. Eddie groans as he’s sandwiched between the two lovers. Tommy’s hands drift lazily over Eddie, fingertips tracing their way down his arms. They slide over his hands, interlacing with his own fingers. Buck’s cologne, or maybe it’s just the way he smells sears its way into olfactory memory. He stares at the other man’s lips, so pink and plumped, begging to be kissed, to be nipped and greedily sucked on. Tommy’s strong hands nudge, pulling Eddie’s fingers across Buck’s midsection. The two friends hiss a low groan, eyes locked with each other. Buck’s gaze never wavers as Tommy guides Eddie’s hands under Buck’s shirt and across his hot skin. 

“He’s very sensitive,” Tommy whispers, lips still tracing along Eddie’s neckline. As if on cue, Buck’s stomach ripples underneath Eddie’s light touch. Tommy shifts, lips sliding against Eddie’s ear. His steel blue gaze locks onto his boyfriend. “Evan? Tell Eddie what you want.” Eddie shivers as Tommy’s breath ghosts against his earlobe. 

Eddie can see the trepidation in Buck’s features. It’s not something he can miss, having known the man for so long. Buck’s lips part and Eddie focuses on the image of his lips on Buck’s. Buck’s eyes slide from Eddie’s to Tommy’s. Eddie can’t help but wonder at the look that the other man is giving Buck right now. 

“Undress me, Eddie.” Buck’s voice is small, near afraid. 

[saint-felicias-writing-corner]

I'm still working on getting my new dedicated writing space up on Tumblr, and in honor of finishing You're the Two, my longest story to date, I wanted to share a snippet of some content that DIDN'T make it into the story. Maybe I'll find somewhere to repurpose it, maybe I won't, I don't know yet.

For those that read the story, this would have taken place about midway. I don't remember why I ultimately decided against using it.

== Cut content from You're the Two ==

The throb of the bassline pounded through the packed club’s floor, stomped and reverberated by the throng of sweat glistened bodies writhing together on the dancefloor, limbs and torsos bare and wet, sliding together like sex on display. 

Eddie fidgeted in his seat. “I’m not sure about this, Buck.” The man looked terrified as he watched the dance floor.

Buck laughed. “We’re not dancing, Eddie. We’re just… watching. You’re really telling me this is your first time in a gay bar?” Buck scanned the counter across the way looking for Tommy, who was currently fetching their first round of drinks. 

“It’s not just dancing, Buck! It’s all of it. This isn’t who I am.” Eddie picked at his shirt, a sheer black thing with golden filigree. 

Buck smiled and watched the hints of tanned skin peek out from behind the lace and thread, like swirls of creamer sliding through black coffee. The moment he saw the shirt, he knew he had to see Eddie in it. And the man didn’t disappoint. He rested his hand reassuringly on Eddie’s arm. He could feel the small tremble in the other man ease at their connection. “That’s why we’re here, remember? We gotta figure out *who* you are now!”

“I’m not this though,” Eddie lamented, brown eyes wide and reflecting the rainbow hues of the dancefloor. 

“Then we’ll have a drink, a laugh, and a story to tell afterwards.” Buck pulled Eddie’s distant gaze to him. He swallowed hard, throat suddenly parched as those chocolate brown eyes focused entirely on him. Where were those drinks? “Try? For Tommy? For me?” Buck’s pleading voice was drowned by the loud electronic remix, his words safely tucked into Eddie’s ear alone. 

Eddie smiled his small, uncomfortable, out of place smile. The one that Buck realized was one of his favorites not more than a week ago. “One drink…”

That was okay. Buck had enough smile for the both of them. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Was that a blush? Buck couldn’t tell with the lightshow, but he swore that the apples of Eddie’s cheeks had reddened a bit. The gaze pinning him released its hold, scanning around the club with the same relentless drive. Buck watched Eddie explore, searching his face for any signs of enjoyment. 

Instead, he saw recognition flash through brown eyes, then seething rage.

“What’s wrong?” Buck followed the sightline of Eddie’s hawklike glare to the area near the exit. 

“That’s him.” The warmth in Eddie’s voice had evaporated. 

Buck tried to locate ‘him’ in the group of people moving through their vision, but nothing sparked recognition. He reached for Eddie’s arm, but the other man was already pushing himself to his feet and stalking toward the exit. So he called for him instead, but his voice was quickly swallowed by the music around them. *Him*. He searched for Tommy while trying to keep Eddie’s position in the crowd. Buck watched as Eddie muscled his way through a trio of talking patrons. The rainbow lights reflected briefly in the slosh of their disturbed drinks. He didn’t even offer an apology. *Him.* Who was Eddie talking about?

He didn’t register Eddie’s name leaving his lips. Buck watched, mixed shock and horror, as Eddie approached a couple near the exit. They had appeared to close before Eddie had interrupted. Buck watched as the darker skin man gestured angrily, pushing at Eddie’s chest. The moment of separation was all his companion needed. He pushed past the two of them and scrambled for the door, knocking over a drag queen in his hustle. Eddie tore after him, beelining toward the exit. 

Tommy set their drinks down on the table. “Where’s Eddie?”

Buck stood up, hand bracing against Tommy’s arm. “Call Athena… I think Eddie’s running down the guy that jumped him.”

“What? Evan, wait!”

Tommy’s voice suffered the same effect as Buck’s. The barest hints of the words listed against his ears as he danced through the crowded club, trying desperately to fold his six foot two inch frame into enough contortions to avoid interrupting conversations. A litany of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ peppered his brief interactions as he squeezed past, more successful in some cases than others. 

The hot California air clawed at him the moment he passed the entrance, stopping just long enough for the bouncer to wrap a paper strip along his wrist for re-entry. The air stank of smoke, the outdoor smoking patio already filled with socializing clubbers. Buck scanned for Eddie, blatantly ignoring the way he was being sized up by those already present. 

“Eddie!” The name tore from his lips, ragged and concerned. Those that weren’t interested in his body were suddenly interested in the possible tea. Lover’s quarrel? Bad breakup? They speculated amongst themselves ask Buck called again. 

A loud thundercrack ripped through the air, silencing conversations in its wake. Buck’s fearful gaze flew skyward, but the emptiness of the night sky, devoid of stars, greeted him. Two more thundercracks soundend in quick succession. Panic set in, the outdoor crowd tossing their cigarettes in ashtrays and frantically worming their way back into the club. Buck hopped the small divider between patio and sidewalk.

“Eddie!” His voice carried more purchase. 

Street lights twinkled off golden filigree in the distance. Buck rushed to his friend, his long legs carrying him quickly. Eddie looked tired in the streetlights, hollowed out. 

“I had him, Buck.” Eddie’s voice was a whisper.

Buck pulled him into a hug, one hand along Eddie’s shoulders, the other curling through his hair. “It’s okay. We’ll get him.” Eddie’s trembling arms wrapped around Buck’s waist and he drooped his head on Buck’s shoulder. Buck soothed again, stroking along the back of Eddie’s neck. A question gnawed at him. 

“Eddie? Why are you wet?”

“I had him…” Eddie repeated, tone muted and slurred. He sagged against Buck. 

Buck lowered his hand from shoulder to waist. The warmth of Eddie’s blood, dark crimson in the streetlights, coated him. 

“No.” Buck shook his head, his tone firm. He muscled Eddie against him until he could walk him to the wall of the club. He’s back in the middle of a street, watching his best friend collapse under a sniper’s shot. Buck gently poured him against the brick. Eddie’s heart was slow and sluggish against his body. His own heartbeat was enough for the both of them. If only that was how it worked. He pulled at the snaps to Eddie’s shirt, stripping away the fabric to see the damage. 

“I… knew you always wanted me,” Eddie rasped, a pained smile on his lips. His eyes danced over Buck, tracing him. 

Buck pawed at his tears, replacing them with smears of Eddie’s blood. He needed to tell him to save his strength, but the words couldn’t come. They locked themselves tight within his throat. But his hands moved, rending bits of his own shirt to press against the wounds.

Eddie pressed his hands over Buck’s. He groaned as he clamped Buck’s hand down against the wound, pushing the fabric of the thin shirt against it. 

Buck swallowed. He forced training to overtake panic. It was Eddie. He had to be flawless. He barely registered Tommy’s small ‘oh, god’. Part of him, the trained part, notes that Tommy followed up that brief moment of panic by dialing 911. 

“Give me your shirt!”

Tommy dropped to his knees beside Buck, already tearing his shirt over his head. He rattled off their address to the dispatcher as he tore the shirt in half. He joined Buck in applying pressure.

Eddie’s eyes didn’t close this time. Buck waited for them to close. He waited for him to slip away again. But he didn’t. His eyes stayed trained on Buck and Tommy. Even after the 133 showed up and pulled them away from him, those brown eyes stayed open and focused.

[weewookinard]

On the grounds where we feel safe (a BuddieTommy angsty smut fic)

IT'S @dadbodbuck's BIRTHDAY TODAY ❤️❤️ Which inspired me to write a little something for this amazing person ❤️

Well, at first in was supposed to be a little something, but I got unstoppable....

You can read it on AO3.

Warning, it's a smutty angsty fic with a happy ending. It's sad, it's explicit, and it's i hope not too bad.

Eddie knew saying yes to Buck was a bad idea. Each moment spent with the couple was a torture, a reminding of his love for a man he couldn't have. A man that Buck had charmed before he could. Because he loves Tommy, and the more he sees them together, the more he hates his best-friend. But tonight is different, right? Because they are just taking a few drinks together, the three of them. They are just spending some good time as friends. Until they are not anymore. excerpt: Bad idea after bad idea, stupid thought after stupid thought, crazy dream after crazy dream. This is what brought him there, drowned in his tears, his body lying prostrate on the cold floor of the bathroom he shares with his son. His mind tortured by the words that dared to come out when they had no right to. How long had he been hurting himself like this? Waiting for Tommy's gaze to finally fall on him, hoping to be loved as his best friend is loved. Feelings that he knows are forbidden and that haunt him.

Happy Birthday Jay, you truly are a wonderful person ❤️

[titanlord231]

Fic Idea:

Buck, Tommy, and Eddie are all dating and haven’t told anyone yet. While out going bowling or something with Albert, Chimney sees Eddie and Tommy out on a date. Next shift he tells Hen about it who mentions she saw Buck and Tommy the other night when her and Karen went out to dinner. Antics ensue as Chimney and Hen try to figure out what’s going on to because they think Tommy is two timing Buck and Eddie.