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exhaustedpirate · 2 days ago

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to remember me by

can yall believe we're at day 7 of @bucktommyfluffebruary?? i went a little overboard with this one so this is my first fluffebruary entry with an M rating... what can i say? these two inspired me! in any case, this was really fun to write and i love this!

rated M | 3384 words also on AO3

Wildfire season.

Buck hates the wildfire season.

For the obvious reasons, of course. He doesn’t want anyone hurt or to lose their home or their life or the lives of the people they care about. Of course.

But he also misses his boyfriend.

“Oh my god, Buck,” Chimney groans from his place on the other couch, as they wait for a call. “I will pay you to stop pouting!”

“I’m not pouting.” Buck frowns, very aware of his pursed lips.

“You look seconds away from crying,” Hen points out. “You’re not beating any kicked puppy allegations with that face.”

Buck crosses his arms, burrowing himself into the couch as everyone laughs around him.

“Come on, come on,” Eddie holds out his hands, trying to stifle his own giggles. “Cut him some slack, you know how it is,” He turns to Buck with a raised eyebrow, though. “But really, Buck, it’s been a day.”

“Two days, actually,” He corrects, the hour that passed put them firmly on the two days threshold. Buck brightens up at the opening. “H-have I told you about the time Tommy and I-”

“No!” Everyone shouts, startling him into silence.

“Dollar for the jar, Buck, you know the rules.” Bobby points out, not taking his eyes off his book.

Buck sighs, taking his wallet from his back pocket to stuff a dollar in the jar.

They have a Tommy jar. Everytime Buck talks about Tommy at work, he has to put a dollar in the jar - five dollars if he says something sexual. There's about 50 bucks in the jar now. They started the jar last month.

In Buck’s defense, they’ve been together for 4 months now - tomorrow, actually. It’s normal to talk about a new(-ish) relationship, especially one that made him so happy.

In their defense, it had been a very intense first month. Buck was maybe too excited and it took Chim approximately a month for him to be able to look Tommy in the eye again.

Hence the Tommy jar.

“You dropped something, Buck.” Eddie holds up a piece of paper from where Buck had been sitting.

Buck takes the paper with a confused frown and opens it. His eyes widen as he reads through the short sentence, his heart pounding in that way he’s so used to by now.

You look so good in your uniform.

He can’t help the way he preens at the compliment, he can almost hear it - has heard Tommy whisper it in his ear before. But what makes a wide grin appear on his face is the small 6/50 on the corner of the note.

“G-Guys, you-” Buck calls out, looking up from the paper to the curious faces of his team looking at him.

He interrupts himself, though. Looks back down at the paper and the wallet still in his other hand before he looks back at his team. Screw it! He shoves a 20 from his wallet into the jar.

He jumps over the couch to sit back next to Eddie, ignoring the way the others groan in realization. “You will not believe what Tommy has done!”

---

Buck finds notes number 2, 23 and 41 during the next 10 hours of his shift.

Thinking of you. Flimsily taped to the top of his locker.

Miss the way you feel cuddled up to me. Under the pillow of his preferred bunk.

Be safe, baby. Inside the pocket of his turnouts, making him melt in the leather seat of the engine.

The shift went by in a flash. When he wasn’t focusing on the calls, resting or eating, Buck’s on a treasure hunt of the remaining 46 notes. It makes his heart dance inside his chest, his face hurt with smiles and puts a skip in his step.

God, is this what it feels like? To be in l-

“Hey, Buckaroo,” Chimney startles him from where he’s buttoning up his shirt, only having made it halfway. He turns to find his friend shaking a small piece of paper in his hand. “I love you too, but I think this might break some rules.”

It’s all he can do not to rip the note from his brother-in-law's hand, beaming at the prospect of another note from Tommy.

Those jeans make your ass look great. 11/50

It must have fallen from his pocket when he shook them before putting them on.

Buck blushes and hides the note against his chest even if Chim has already read it. His heart hammers against his ribcage and it sounds like his name and he is trying really hard not to preen where he’s standing.

“I-I-” God, he never thought he’d be the guy who’d get tongue-tied just from the thought of his boyfriend thinking about him. “Hmm, well-” He didn’t have any more cash…

“Save it, Buck-o,” Chimney waves his explanation away with a smile. “I’ll let it go this time,” He closed the locker with a teasing smirk. “But only because these jeans do make my ass look great.”

Chimney leaves the locker room with an exaggerated strut that makes Buck laugh before he looks back down at the note and sighs. God.

“Another note?” Bobby asks and Buck hadn’t even noticed his Captain walk into the room.

“Uh, yeah.” He presses his lips together to stop himself from continuing to talk. He really didn’t have any more cash.

“Relax, kid, we’re officially off-shift,” Bobby grins, opening his locker. “The Tommy jar doesn’t count when we’re off-shift.”

Buck visibly relaxes and he knows his face morphs into his “Tommy look”, as Maddie calls it, when Bobby smiles that fond smile he’s so good at. “Yeah, number 11.”

His Captain nods. “Only 45 to go.”

There’s a secretive smile in Bobby’s face and Buck narrows his eyes at him. “You have something to do with this,” He accuses, pointing a finger at the older man whose smile turns into a full grin. “You helped him.”

“Maybe,” Bobby shrugs with a wink. “Get some rest, Buck, your treasure hunt is not over.” He calls out as he leaves the locker room with his bag over his shoulder.

Buck wants to push, know everything Tommy has told him but Bobby’s right.

He still has 45 notes to find and it might just help him miss his boyfriend less - no matter how impossible of a mission that might be.

---

During his next 48 off, Buck manages to find 15 more notes in the loft.

Number 34 - Those peanut butter snacks you like should arrive tomorrow - taped to the bottom of the last snack box. Number 19 - This shirt brings out your eyes - in the pocket of his blue shirt before he left for Bobby's for dinner. And number 10 - We won’t leave the bed for a week when I’m back - peeking from under his bedside lamp.

Buck saves them all in the box from the watch Tommy gave him as a belated birthday but also as a three month anniversary gift the month prior. He also found note number 30 inside the box - I’ll always remember the way you smiled everytime I look at my necklace.

He had to sit down after that one with the sheer weight of his emotions. Buck would also always remember the look on Tommy’s face when Buck had opened his gift, could still feel the smile stretching his lips and could still feel the overwhelming kiss they had shared. Could still feel his teeth piercing his own lips when he tried to silence the thoughts that wanted to come out.

He could also still see Tommy’s smile when he had opened Buck’s gift to him. It was a medal and, after the watch, Buck had felt so silly about his gift. “I-It’s St. Joseph of Cupertino, he’s the, uh, he’s the saint for pilots because h-he used to fly, I mean, I don’t know how much of it is true, I’m not r-religious or anything but-” He had stumbled through his speech, being cut off by a chaste but firm kiss from Tommy, his hand on the side of Buck’s face. “I just want you to come back safe to me.” He had managed to finish, voice more confident than before earning himself a bright smile from his boyfriend. And what a smile.

Buck’s fingers run down the band of his watch, feeling anew the way Tommy’s fingers had grazed over his skin and the way Tommy had shivered when he had slipped the chain necklace - an heirloom from his nonna - back over his head. His skin felt hot and cold all at once.

The alert sound of an incoming video call has him diving for his phone.

“Tommy.” His voice is breathless, needy, desperate, and he finds that he doesn’t care when his boyfriend smiles brightly at him.

“Evan.” He also doesn’t care because Tommy’s voice has the same cadence.

They spend the next couple of minutes just looking at each other. Buck takes note of the deep bags under his boyfriend’s eyes, the still-there smudge of soot by his neck that he must have missed when washing up and the thin scratches almost close enough to his hairline to be overlooked. Once he’s sure his boyfriend is okay albeit tired, Buck looks at the beautiful shade of blue in his eyes, the way the smile never fades from his lips, the growing scruff on his face.

Four days feel like an eternity.

“I missed you.” Buck sighs, effectively breaking their silence, and feeling that stinging sensation in his eyes as he tries to hold back tears.

“I missed you too, baby.” His voice is just as emotional.

“You should be resting,” He half-heartedly admonishes, laying in bed on his side like his boyfriend. “Thank you for calling me.”

“I’ll rest after our call,” Tommy puts a hand between his face and the pillow and Buck can almost pretend they aren’t miles apart, that Tommy is laying down right next to him. Almost. “They gave me the next 6 hours to rest but I needed to see you first.”

Buck resists the urge to run his fingers down the screen, wanting to trace the lines of Tommy’s face. “I, uh, I found your notes.”

And god, that smile. He feels a tear fall on his pillow and bites his tongue.

“You did?”

Buck nods, smiling at the blush in his boyfriend’s cheeks. “20 of them,” And then he chuckles. “Well, 19, Chim found one of them.”

“Oh no,” Tommy hides his face in the pillow for a second before peeking an eye out. “Which one?”

“Something about how my ass looks great in my dark jeans?” Buck pretends to think but his smirk gives him away immediately.

Tommy laughs, unabashedly, loudly, and Buck feels that warmth in his chest grow into a flame. “I mean, your ass does look unbelievable in those jeans,” Tommy’s smirk brings that shiver all the way down Buck’s spine and he knows the moment his boyfriend notices. “Remember the day we almost missed our reservations?”

Oh, he remembered. His whole body remembered too, he could still feel Tommy’s fingers digging into his hips and his breath on the back of his neck.

“I remember.”

“Yeah, I made sure you did,” And while Tommy’s tone was low, that seductive tone that never fails to make Buck tremble with excitement, a sharp yawn from his boyfriend interrupts the moment. “Shit.”

Buck laughs, his concern and fondness for the other man tampering the fire inside him. “You need to get some rest, Tommy.”

Tommy frowns. “But I don’t know when I’ll be able to talk to you again.”

And Buck wants to bite that pout of his boyfriend’s mouth, wants to soften the lines of his frown with his fingers, wants to cuddle up to him in the way-to-small bed. He wants so much.

“I’ll be here,” Buck promises, even as his heart twists in worry every time news about the fires comes on TV. “Be safe, baby.”

With a soft smile, Tommy lifts the medal from his necklace to his lips, laying a soft kiss on it. “Always,” Buck is sure that he is melting on top of his sheets. “We’ll talk soon.”

Buck nods. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Tommy moves like he’s about to disconnect the call and Buck bites his tongue once more, stopping himself. Tommy stops too, a sly tired smirk on his lips. “Oh, you should look in the second drawer of your bedside table.”

Buck sees the reflection of his frown on the dark screen of his phone. What? He puts his phone away before opening the drawer. He sees a note peeking from under the bottle of lube and pulls it out, finding note number 7. I left you a usb drive for when nights get lonely without me.

With trembling fingers, he finds the usb drive at the bottom of the drawer. He doesn’t hesitate to plug into his laptop. He almost chokes on his own breath when he realises what is inside it - videos, photos, audios. Tommy shirtless, naked, his hand around his cock, his fingers inside him. Tommy’s whimpers, pleas when he is about to come, shouts of Evan when he comes, the video they did together the month before. Tommy. God.

Note number 7 joins the others before Buck slumps into bed, exhausted, worn out, sated (if not content). He adds “lube” to the grocery list the next morning on his way out to his shift.

---

There were 10 more notes at the station during his next 48.

Number 14 - I love seeing you smile. - is inside a new box of his snacks and it does in fact make him smile.

Number 35 - I miss your kisses. - while he’s doing inventory of the firetruck, like Bobby ordered him to.

Number 46 - I miss hearing your little snores at night. - comes with a secretive smile from Bobby when he finds the note behind the plates in the cupboard.

Buck has his suspicions confirmed that Bobby is helping him when he finds number 21 - I hate being away from you. -, under the book he had abandoned the week before. Bobby is there with a hand on his shoulder right as the tears fall down his cheeks.

“I miss him.” Buck whispers.

“I know, kid,” Bobby runs his hand up and down his back, soothing. “I know.”

No one makes him put money on the jar for the rest of the shift.

---

It takes another two weeks to find the remaining 18 notes. 49 small pieces of paper in Tommy’s disastrously adorable handwriting now live inside the small box on top of his dresser.

Bobby guides him through finding 5 of them.

Eddie joins the hunt but only finds one. Note number 13 - Don’t let Eddie eat your snacks - when he did try to eat Buck’s snacks and consequently, the note. Eddie had muttered in Spanish some sort of curse on Tommy’s name for the next hour.

Hen accidentally finds one while doing inventory. Buck hears her laugh before she calls his name. Note number 27 - (sorry, Hen, there are only so many hiding places in a fire station) Kissing you turned my life upside down. - is slightly wider than the others.

“Found it tucked in the bandage cabinet,” Hen smiles with a shake to her head as she hands him the note. Buck tucks it against his chest, as he has everytime before, blushing. “I get it, Buck, it’s hard but you got this.”

He sighs and nods. Buck doesn’t want to think how he could ever go through this without his family. “Thank you, Hen.”

“You’re welcome,” She nods and he starts to walk away. “5 bucks for the jar!” She calls out as he’s halfway gone.

His groan almost overshadows her laughter. Almost.

Buck tears his apartment apart trying to find number 50. It takes his mind away from worrying about the fact that he hasn’t spoken to Tommy for the past week.

Taking all the clothes from his closet keeps him from imagining Tommy suffocating with smoke. Pulling out everything from his previously very organised pantry stops him from the realisation that he doesn’t even know who Tommy’s emergency contact is. Tearing through his bookshelf keeps him from listening to Tommy’s voicemails from the past 4 months for the millionth time.

It doesn’t help.

He’s standing in the middle of the chaos, tearful eyes on his wrecked loft, with uneven breathing as he tries to figure out where the last note could be. His last words from Tommy.

God.

There’s a knock on his door.

Maddie is gonna probably get him committed if she sees the state of his home. He wipes his face on the sleeves of his (Tommy’s) hoodie and takes a deep breath.

He opens the door, prepared. “Maddie, I-”

It’s not Maddie.

Not unless Maddie became a 6’2’’, dark-haired and blue eyed firefighter pilot overnight.

Tommy is back.

Tommy.

“Tommy!”

“Ev-”

Buck doesn’t waste a minute. His arms wrap around his boyfriend’s shoulders, his legs wrap around his waist and he’s only faintly aware of Tommy’s duffle bag hitting the floor before his arms wrap around him, one hand on his back and the other under his ass to support him.

God…

He distracts his blabbering mouth by kissing up Tommy’s neck and kissing all over his face to the sound of Tommy’s delighted laughter.

God…

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, I-”

It’s rude to interrupt. But it’s even ruder that Tommy is talking instead of kissing him so he fixes that. Their lips fit against each other like Buck knew they would, like it hadn’t been three weeks since they had last kissed each other. Every brush of their lips, every touch of their tongues, every moan and sigh they kiss away, fixes something inside of him.

God, is he in l-

“I missed you so much.” Tommy whispers against his lips and Buck wants to never stop touching him, wants to kiss him forever.

“I missed you too,” Buck regrettably drops his feet to the floor but clings to Tommy’s coat, their foreheads pressed together. “Stay over tonight?”

“Nowhere else I’d want to go but be with you, baby.”

The low tone spoken against his mouth makes that shiver run up his spine and Buck kisses Tommy’s knowing smirk away. “God, I-I missed you.” Almost.

Tommy kisses him this time. All their longing, their tears, their fears and worries forgotten in the press of their lips, in the touch of their skin. They sigh as they break apart and Buck takes his boyfriend’s hand. “Come.”

Buck can only focus on how right it feels to hold Tommy’s hand again, to see him walk through his doorway, how right it feels, how much he wants him to walk through his doorway hand in hand with Buck forever. God.

“Uhm, Evan?”

He blinks his fantasies and realisations away. “Yeah?”

“What happened here?” Tommy’s wide eyes at the inside of his loft remind him of the destruction he wrecked upon it.

“Oh,” Buck blushes, palming at the back of his head. “Right, I, uh, I couldn’t find number 50.” He mumbles and Tommy’s smile is so fond.

His boyfriend’s hand cups his cheek, running his thumb through his red cheek. “That’s my fault,” Now, it’s Tommy’s turn to blush. “I, uh, couldn’t find a good place to hide it.”

Buck holds back the whine at the loss of Tommy’s hand from his cheek and stands perfectly still as his boyfriend pulls out his wallet. From the coin purse, Tommy pulls out a familiar piece of paper, their fingers grazing as he takes it from him.

Note number 50 - I love how you make my life better. - leads to one of the most memorable kisses of Buck’s life. And all of them coming from the same lips, the same person.

“God, I-” Buck interrupts his boyfriend, because there really is something better to do with their lips that doesn’t involve talking. Like kissing. Maybe forever?

Note number 50 makes its way to Buck’s box the next day, after a night of reconnecting, of coming home, of kisses, and touches, and sighs, and moans, and words of longing, of passion.

Of love.

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