#referencing fd just for the meta reminder that james wong directed that episode

[alchemistc]

"He wants to take me golfing," Buck pouts, and Tommy raises a brow.

"Evan, I'm doing some of my best work, here." His breath brushes over a nipple as he shifts, and Buck still absolutely wants him to keep doing what he's doing but also, he wants to complain.

"I didn't even do it on purpose! I - the tackle was instinct, okay, I should have just -."

"Yes, please tell me how you should have just let Gerrard play out a Final Destination death in your firehouse, you cold blooded killer."

He nips at Buck's chest, tips the sharp edge of his chin against Buck's sternum. Buck sighs. They'll get back to the other stuff.

"Okay of course I don't want him to be dead. I just also don't want him to be grateful to me for saving his life."

"You don't have to say yes," Tommy intones, and Buck sort of wishes he'd heard that six hours earlier. Tommy blows out a breath of laughter. "You already said yes."

"What else was I supposed to do? He was lying there all pathetic and - and pale and mustachioed!"

"You looked that up to make fun of Eddie."

"Of course I looked it up to make fun of Eddie, it just worked out that I have two freaks with mustaches in my life."

"So that's a no go on me growing out my own whiskers."

Buck tucks a finger sideways over Tommy's top lip and squints. "Stop trying to distract me from my rant."

"But I really want to distract you from your rant."

"Fine. I feel stupid for agreeing to golf with that asshole and if you grow out a mustache I'd prefer the whole beard so until you retire I'm gonna have to settle for clean shaven."

"Settle?"

"You can go back to doing what you were doing."

Tommy looks like he's considering it, but instead he digs a finger into Buck's ribs. "Settle?"

"The 72 off stubble on day three is nice," Buck admits, and enjoys the rasp when he slides a hand over 36-hours off growth. "Let me enjoy all the manly things I find attractive about you."

Tommy looks like he wants to argue, so ever the contrarian, he instead returns to mapping out the dips and hills of Buck's ribcage with his mouth. Buck thinks he hears some grumbling about 'show you settle' but he's too busy winding himself back up to fully catch it.

Tommy's lips catch the underside of one pec and Buck shifts. "It's just - I don't even like golf." and Tommy just sighs and shifts his weight up into one elbow to make himself a present audience for Buck to whine some more.