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@bucktommyfluffebruary DAY 1 - NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY BUCKTOMMY | G | 466 WORDS

"Nooo, you're disgusting! Don't touch me!"

The yelp came from the back of the house, where the kitchen was, and Hen frowned as she headed toward it. Buck and Tommy had invited everyone over for a barbecue, their first big shindig since moving in together the month before, and she and Karen had gotten there early to help out. Buck had tasked them with setting up a couple folding tables in the dining room—space was at a premium at 118 gatherings, these days—and they'd made a couple private bets as to how eventful the day would be. But Buck calling Tommy disgusting definitely hadn't been on her bingo card for the day, so sue her, she was curious.

What she saw when she peeked around the doorway tugged at her heartstrings a little bit.

Even though he had a mud-covered—and, yes, kind of disgusting—Tommy cornered up against the back door, even though he was still bitching a little about getting mud on his sweater, Buck was carefully wiping at Tommy's upturned face with a damp cloth. Hen watched, smiling softly, as he gently turned Tommy's head this way and that to make sure he hadn't missed a spot.

"Seriously, how did you manage to get mud everywhere, up to and including on your eyebrows?"

"I tripped over the damn spade," Tommy grumbled in response, holding out a hand for Buck to take when he gestured for it.

"The damn spade that you—"

"Never bother to stand upright when I'm working, yeah, that one."

Buck rolled his eyes, and it sounded for all the world like the beginning of an actual argument, but Hen knew them both pretty damn well by now. It might be bickering, sure, well-practiced like they'd had the same discussion many times already, but the love was shining out of both of them in a way Hen had never seen from either of them before. Buck's hands were gentle as they worked over Tommy's exposed skin, getting every last piece of mud, and Tommy's eyes were crinkled up in a smile as he watched his boyfriend work.

Finally satisfied, Buck threw the cloth into the sink, a dorky little fist pump included when he hit the target, then he was reaching for the buttons on Tommy's shirt.

"Let's get you out of those clothes and into the shower before anyone else shows up."

And there was Hen's cue to leave. She'd heard enough about Tommy's assets from Buck since they started dating, she had no desire to see them in the flesh.

The last thing she heard as she made her way quietly back out to the dining room was a low wolf whistle from Buck as fabric hit the floor, and Tommy's answering murmur, too soft for Hen to hear.

Dorks.

She was so happy for them.