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A few months into his relationship with Tommy, Buck is watching gay porn. 

It’s not the first time he’s done this since the night that Tommy kissed this new understanding of himself into Buck, and he has started to figure out his preferences. Big, muscular men, for one thing. Men who could look something like Tommy in the faceless shots. He likes watching enthusiastic bottoms, too. Nothing over-the-top, nothing exaggerated (though he’s sure they’re all exaggerating to some extent), but there’s something so viscerally hot about watching the uncontrolled little stuttering hip movements of a man close to having a prostate orgasm fucked out of him, now that he knows exactly what that feels like. 

It’s a combination of these two preferences that led him to click on the video he’s watching now. Two big men on a bed, naked with minimal body hair, one being fucked from behind. 

But no, that’s too passive a phrase to describe the way this guy is fucking back on the huge dick inside of him; circling his hips to get the right angle and moaning loudly every time it hits him deep. Either he’s doing a great job selling this, or it feels so fucking amazing that the guy can’t help but be desperate for more. Buck would bet on the latter. That dick is thick and long—even bigger than Tommy’s, which always feels like it’s going to split Buck apart in the best way. He can only imagine how out-of-your-mind good that guy is feeling.

God, he can put himself right there in this bottom’s place. He’s watching this for pleasure, of course, but he can’t help also taking mental notes on the way the guy is moving his hips; almost riding dick while on his hands and knees. Buck could do that. Buck needs to do that, fuck. The top keeps grunting in an animalistic way that Buck isn’t super into, but he knows that if it was Tommy making those noises while fucking into him he’d feel differently—he’d feel wild and possessed by this gorgeous man in the most primal way. 

Buck’s hand flies over his cock as he watches, fully immersed in the scene playing out in front of him, in his head. He’s right there, he’s in this video, he’s being railed within an inch of his life and throwing himself back on that huge cock with wild abandon. That’s Buck, that’s Tommy, that’s them. 

And then the bottom moans out something that makes Buck’s heart skip a beat. 

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good. So big, daddy, so fucking big.” 

The top snaps his hips harder with louder animalistic grunts, and Buck is coming before he even registers his orgasm approaching. He sees stars as he spills wet and messy all over his hand, his stomach, even his chest. 

Immediately, Buck is pulled out of the video, pulled out of his bed, and slammed back into the conversation he had with Tommy the night that Bobby woke up from his coma. 

“So I guess we both have daddy issues?”

“I don’t.”

“But you think I do?”

“God, I hope so.” 

Buck whines. At the time, he’d taken it to mean that Tommy hoped Buck was a little slutty for hot older men, like himself—not that Tommy is even that much older than Buck. Buck still thinks that’s all Tommy meant, and he’d had his hopes fulfilled many times over in the months since. Buck likes sex. Buck has always liked sex. Sex with a man is different in some ways, but at the end of the day it’s skin on skin and endless waves of pleasure from a lover. He’s been as hungry for Tommy’s touch as he has been for any other partner’s. Maybe even hungrier, since Tommy seems to know just how to touch him to drive him wild. And, hey, Buck has always had a bit of a thing for his partners being older and more mature than he is.

Would Tommy be into this? Even if it wasn’t what he meant by daddy issues, he’d think it was hot, right? 

Buck makes a plan. The next time they’re starting out, taking each other’s clothes off and grinning into deep kisses, Buck will test the waters. He doesn’t want to scare Tommy off if he’s not into this. 

—  —  — 

Buck means to bring it up beforehand. He really means to. But the moment Tommy presses his lips to Buck’s neck, all rational thoughts leave Buck’s head. He wants more Tommy now; wants his hands on Buck’s body and his tongue in Buck’s mouth and his skin pressed against Buck’s own. Everything else slips away. 

It doesn’t bubble back up to the surface until Tommy is balls deep inside of Buck, taking him from behind in much the same position as the men in that video. Buck circles his hips back against Tommy; moans enthusiastically at the feeling, the freedom, the way their bodies fit together like nothing Buck has ever felt before. He tilts his hips up and arches his back to get Tommy deeper, deeper—to put himself on display for Tommy, to look good for him. 

Tommy pulls Buck’s hips towards him and grinds slow and dirty against his prostate. It’s so mindmeltingly good that, like muscle memory for something he’s never actually done before, Buck’s mouth opens wide around an enthusiastic moan of, “Fuck yes, daddy, just like that.” 

The sound Tommy makes in response is unreal; not an animalistic grunt but a deep, pleased groan. Buck doesn’t even have a moment for his brain to catch up to his mouth—to feel embarrassed or worry that it was too much—before Tommy’s grip tightens around his hips and he’s grinding in close again; faster but no less accurate. 

“Is that good, baby?” Tommy growls. “Is daddy giving you what you need?” 

Buck feels like he’s on fire. 

“Yeah yeah so good daddy just like that please,” he babbles breathlessly. 

“God, kid,” Tommy groans. His huge hand falls heavy on Buck’s ass with a loud smack, startling a pleasured sound out of Buck. “Just when I thought you couldn’t—ah—get any fucking better.”

All it takes is one more hard smack to Buck’s ass and he’s coming hard. He hears himself moan out, “Daddy,” as he shakes apart, coming hot and wet onto the bed beneath him. 

Tommy follows hot on his heels, curling his body over Buck’s and pressing his forehead into Buck’s back. Buck feels him pulse deep inside; warm and possessive in a way that makes Buck’s brain go a little fuzzy again. 

Tommy takes a minute to catch his breath. He slips out slowly and eases Buck down onto the bed, but he doesn’t move away. He covers Buck’s body with his own: heavy, grounding, perfect.  

“Christ, Evan,” he pants. “How long have you been holding onto that one?” 

“Like two days,” Buck laughs. “Was that okay?” 

“More than okay.” Tommy trails kisses up Buck’s back to his neck. 

Buck’s cock kicks at the feeling of Tommy kissing and licking over his sensitive skin; stubble rasping against Buck’s own. He’s sweaty, his asscheek stings from Tommy’s hand, he’s being held down, and there’s cum dripping out of him onto the sheets below. Buck feels used in the best way possible. He wants to be used like this all the time. 

“You make me feel so good,” Buck mumbles into the bedding. It’s less than he wants to say and it’s more than he feels like he’s allowed to mean this early on. 

Tommy sucks at the bolt of his jaw. “That was my intention.” 

Buck huffs a laugh. He turns his head towards Tommy’s to ask for a kiss. The angle is awkward, but Tommy manages to slip his tongue in anyway. Buck moans and tries to turn his body, but Tommy is too heavy on top of him. He settles for gently nipping at Tommy’s lower lip and sighing. Perfect, perfect. 

They’ll clean up soon enough, then they’ll probably go again in the shower. Buck wants Tommy all the time, in ways he’s never wanted anyone before, and Tommy has been matching him step for step. Tonight just proved that again. 

Buck feels like the luckiest man in the world.

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#and the crowd goes wild

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a few hours late for @bucktommyfluffebruary day one but here you go!

day one: non-sexual intimacy 💅🏼💖

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Sleep Study | Buddietommy 5+1

1.

Buck is seriously perplexed at how his boyfriends are able to sleep like they do. He looks over from his side of the bed, furrowing his eyebrows because how? Eddie and Tommy are so impressively tangled together that Buck cannot tell them apart. Eddie is currently on his back with Tommy laying half on top of him, Tommy’s huge arm wrapped around Eddie’s head in as close to a chokehold he can be without actually choking him out.

Since getting together, it took some time to figure out their sleeping arrangements. It was soon discovered that no matter how clingy and touchy Buck is with them during the waking hours, he basically wants zero contact while sleeping. Partially because Eddie is fucking furnace when he sleeps, radiating heat like the goddamn sun and Tommy moves around too much.

Sometimes it’s Tommy trapped in Eddie’s chokehold to which Buck helps out by tickling the back of Eddie’s thigh so Tommy can be released when need be. Tommy learned quickly to cup himself because he’s gotten Eddie’s knee to the balls one too many times.

The hold on Eddie’s head Tommy has right now looks painful, but Eddie’s face is totally relaxed with sleep, so how can Buck argue. He does watch to see if Eddie’s chest is rising and falling just to make sure.

He gets up to make breakfast for the three of them. When he returns, Tommy is somehow snuggled closer into Eddie’s side; their legs a mess of alternating limbs.

“Baby, breakfast is ready,” Buck says to them brushing a hand through Eddie’s hair. Eddie inhales and stretches, raising his arms above his head. Those beautiful brown eyes flutter open, offering Buck a sleepy smile. Eddie turns his attention to Tommy who’s still passed out.

“T, wake up,” Eddie rasps and Tommy grunts in response. Eddie finds that sensitive spot at Tommy’s armpit and pokes in making him squirm away.

“Fuck you,” Tommy mumbles.

“Later, now up,” Eddie teases and untangles himself from the large man half pinning him down.

2.

Most mornings Buck relies on his phone vibrating under his pillow to wake him up. He’s learned to sleep with earplugs in because unfortunately Tommy snores like no other. At least with earplugs it’s dulled to a soft roar that he can easily ignore.

This morning his phone vibrates, waking him up - Buck turns off the alarm and removes his earplugs to be greeted with loud snores coming from Tommy beside him. It’s always the worst when he sleeps on his back.

The snoring doesn’t draw Buck's attention; it’s Eddie who is dead asleep on Tommy’s chest with his ear not five inches away from Tommy’s open mouth. Eddie is possibly in the loudest spot he could be, not to mention his other ear is pressed to Tommy’s chest, so it’s like he’s getting surround sound of Tommy’s snoring. Buck just shakes his head and makes his way to the shower.

Later at work Buck asks Eddie, “how the hell do you sleep with Tommy snoring like directly into your ear? He was loud as fuck this morning.”

Eddie just shrugs, thinking about how well he’s been sleeping with Tommy. “It’s soothing actually. The barracks in the army were way worse, try 20 plus guys snoring like that. I guess I got used to it,” he smiles. Buck doesn’t try or want to understand Eddie’s insane sleeping standards.

3.

“Babe -,” Eddie pleads in the darkness of their room. Tommy is on duty so it’s just him and Buck in bed tonight.

“I said no,” Buck huffs and punches the pillow, facing away from his boyfriend who is creeping over onto his side of the bed. Somehow, defying the laws of physics, Buck has more room to himself when there are three of them versus just two.

“Come on, I can’t sleep.” Eddie isn’t touching Buck yet, but Buck can feel him just from the body heat he is radiating.

“If you’re on top of me, then I can’t sleep. You make me sweat,” Buck complains.

“How? It’s like 67 in here and you have the fan blowing in your face.”

“Because you are a human oven. I seriously don’t know how Tommy sleeps with you on top of him every night.”

“Because he loves me,” Eddie says and Buck doesn’t need to see his face to see the pout.

Buck rolls over seeing a hopeful shine in Eddie’s eyes. Just like magnets their hands seek each other out - Eddie’s hand sliding in place over Buck’s heart. Buck leans in and pecks Eddie’s lips. He presses his forearm to line up in the middle of Eddie’s chest. Eddie takes the opportunity and hugs Buck’s arm, pressing his cheek to the back of Buck’s hand, relaxing further into the bed.

“This good, baby?” Buck whispers. He supposes he can sacrifice his arm to help his boyfriend sleep.

“It’ll do,” Eddie says, voice already sleep heavy.

**

Eight hours later Buck wakes up drenched in sweat unable to move.

During the night Buck had shifted onto his back; Eddie took advantage and sprawled across his chest, puffing hot breath against his neck.

“UGH, get off me,” Buck groans, pushing Eddie to roll off him.

Eddie yawns awake, looking like a Disney princess, and opens his eyes. “Sleep well?”

”Slept fine,” Buck says, sitting up pulling his t-shirt away from his overheated skin. He looks over to Eddie, glaring. “Do you see how sweaty I am right now?”

“Yeah, you should do something about that,” Eddie comments, dodging the pillow that’s hurled at his head.

4.

A foot connects to Buck’s calf in a hard kick, waking him up.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Buck turns his head to see Tommy still fast asleep laying on his side, limbs all spread out haphazardly.

Tommy must be dreaming judging by the movement of his eyes under his eyelids. He groans low, with arms twitching. One thing Buck has learned very fast about sharing a bed with Tommy is that he has very active dreams that sometimes manifest in him doing Muay Thai in his sleep.

Buck shakes Tommy awake gently. “Honey, wake up, you’re sleep fighting again,” Buck laughs softly. Tommy catches his hand, kissing the back of it.

“Sorry, baby,” Tommy says without opening his eyes. He adjusts and falls back asleep in under five seconds. This time Buck gets whacked with a hand. Buck sighs because he’s not going to win the fight against dream Tommy. He concedes rolling Tommy over onto his side so he spoon up behind him. Buck locks a hand around Tommy’s wrist to hold it tight against his chest while pushing his knees into the back of Tommy’s knees to limit his range of motion.

For his own safety Buck is forced to be big spoon with Tommy more often than not, but now he’s gotten used to starfishing on his own side. He wishes Eddie were here to hold Tommy down. But the way Tommy sighs and relaxes into Buck’s chest makes his heart flutter, so it’s not that big of a sacrifice he decides.

5.

Buck is holding back his laughter as he leans in the doorway of the bedroom with a mug of coffee in his hand. The scene before him is both adorable and head scratch worthy because how is Eddie breathing?

Tommy and Eddie are still both still asleep - dead to the world. Tommy is on his back with one hand resting on his stomach and the other arm stretched above his head. It’s Eddie’s position that confounds Buck - since his entire face is buried deep into Tommy’s armpit.

Their weird sleeping positions make Buck all the more grateful that they figured their shit out and decided to all date each other. The three of them are so compatible in so many different ways; they’re sleeping habits are a prime example of this. Where Buck likes room to sprawl out - Tommy and Eddie are perfectly content with seemingly trying to bury themselves under each other’s skin.

Buck shifts his weight making the floor creak, waking up Eddie first. He picks up his head, showing off the absolute mess that is his hair. This time Buck doesn’t hold in his laugh because Eddie looks so cute all bleary eyed with his crazy bed head. Or in this case armpit- head?

“Huh?” Eddie says still mostly asleep looking around until his eyes land on Buck. He looks so dazed.

“You good there, babe?” Buck asks with a chuckle.

Eddie rubs his eyes and face. “Mmm yeah, weird dreams.” He resettles his head on Tommy’s shoulder.

“I think that might be the lack of oxygen or Tommy’s pit stench,” Buck says. Eddie takes the opportunity to investigate - taking a big whiff of Tommy’s armpit, shaking his head. “Nah, he doesn’t smell.”

“I don’t understand you two,” Buck says with all the affection in the world.

“Good, then you won’t get in between us,” Tommy adds, eyes still closed. His hand strokes down Eddie’s side then hooks under his chin to pull him into a sleepy kiss. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”

“Morning,” Eddie says back against Tommy’s mouth.

“Hey where are my good morning kisses?” Buck mock pouts.

“Get your ass over here then,” Tommy says and pats the empty side of the bed. Buck can’t help but set his coffee down to crawl across the bed to join in on the cuddle sesh.

+1

“How’re you feeling, babe?” Tommy asks as he sets down a mug of hot tea along with some flu medicine.

”Bad,” Buck replies, body hunching over with a coughing fit. He caught the flu from some kid at Jee’s birthday party.

“I’m sorry, honey. Is there anything else we can get you?” Buck only shakes his head and pulls the blanket around his shoulders tighter; he’s so cold. Tommy presses the back of his hand to Buck’s forehead. “My god, you are burning up. You need to break that fever then you’ll feel a lot better.”

After a little while of trying hot tea and heating pads, nothing seems to get Buck through his fever. Then Tommy has an idea. He wordlessly pulls Buck off the couch and into the bedroom where Eddie is lounging against the headboard reading a book.

Eddie looks up and takes pity on the sight of his boyfriend shivering, wrapped up in a blanket looking like a sad puppy. He sets his book on the nightstand, opening his arms to summon Buck to come onto the bed. Buck wordlessly slips into Eddie’s arms, curling up against his chest, settling between his legs. Eddie is already so much warmer than anything else and Buck just nuzzles his face into Eddie’s neck.

Tommy flits around the house, getting ready for an early night in. Before getting into bed, he turns off the lights and turns the tv on to a show Buck’s been watching. As he settles against Eddie’s other side, Buck’s eyes are already looking heavy as he struggles to keep focused on the tv. Tommy scratches a hand through Buck’s messy curls, getting a soft hum in response.

Within the next hour Buck’s fever breaks - Tommy notices the beads of sweat forming on Buck’s forehead as he breathes in and out evenly against Eddie’s chest. Eddie seems unbothered at Buck’s now tacky skin as he drifted off too slumped against the headboard with arms wrapped tightly around Buck.

The next morning Buck wakes up pressed between Tommy and Eddie. Maybe they are onto something with their sleeping habits. Before Buck misses his space he pulls them both tighter around himself and drifts off again.

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63043915

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...happy valentine's day?

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Just. Fucking. Look. At. Him.

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part two of this, originally inspired by @newtkelly's amazing art 🌹💕

The call is, blessedly, a very simple kitchen fire situation involving an aspiring but inattentive teenage cook and the charred remains of some former tacos. They clear the house, verify that there's no lasting damage and that all the smoke detectors are still working properly, and double-check the wiring on the stove just to be sure nothing drastically malfunctioned. Bobby gives the teen a friendly but compelling lecture on gas stoves and kitchen safety, and the cavalry rolls out.

The rest of the 118, to their credit, makes it a solid five minutes into the drive studiously not looking at Buck before the tension finally breaks.

"So," Chimney says.

"Flowers," Hen says.

"Lots of flowers," Eddie says.

"And a romantic ass speech," Hen says.

"In front of God and the captain and everybody," Chim adds.

"Shut up," Buck says, feeling his cheeks heat up, probably as pink as one of the carnations in the massive bouquet Tommy had given him.

Bobby says nothing, but his eyes in the rearview mirror are knowing and kind.

Tommy appears on the balcony as soon as the doors open and watches the engine back into the bay. His eyes seek out Buck's as soon as he hops off the rig, and Buck feels his heart leap in his chest. He changes out of his uniform in record time, and Tommy is waiting outside the locker room when he's done. He hands over the bouquet and takes Buck's duffel bag without a word, slinging it over one shoulder and wrapping the other arm tight around Buck's waist, and they walk out of the station like that, in lockstep with one another, out to Buck's car under the orangey-red Los Angeles sunset.

Buck is unusually warm when he wakes up on Friday morning.

It takes him half a second to realize why – that the extra heat is coming from the long, firm body wrapped around him from behind; that his bad leg is comfortably resting on a hairy thigh rather than the extra pillow he usually shoves between his knees; that the breath tickling his ear and the thumb stroking idly through his chest hair are both Tommy's.

God, he's missed this. They've barely been out of arm's reach of one another since Tuesday night, aside from when they'd both been scheduled to work, and yet all the time together isn't even a drop in the bucket of how much he's missed Tommy – missed his kisses and his voice and his dry laugh and his eyes and his body. He wriggles back against that body now, so naked and warm, and is rewarded by Tommy's arm tightening around his chest and Tommy's gentle laugh huffing in his ear.

"Oh, you awake now, sleepyhead?" he asks.

"No," Buck lies. "I'm fast asleep. I swear. You can keep watching me like a creep."

"If you insist," Tommy chuckles, dropping soft kisses along Buck's neck. "It's a shame, though. If you were awake I had some ideas for how we could spend the morning."

He grinds against Buck's bare ass, gentle and purposeful, and sucks an earlobe into his mouth, and Buck sighs happily and rolls in Tommy's arms so they're chest to chest and dick to dick, and kisses the laughter out of his mouth.

Some time later, Tommy's head is on Buck's chest and they're catching their breath, sweaty, the sheets kicked down around their ankles.

"Can I ask you something kind of silly?" Buck says.

"Mm. Go for it."

"How'd you know that I would be at work Tuesday evening?"

Tommy snorts. "Sneaked a peek at the citywide duty roster while Melton was in the john. I figured it was my best bet, instead of maybe missing you because you weren't home. And besides…"

"Besides what?"

"I felt like it was important to have an audience."

"An audience?" Buck parrots, confused.

Tommy nods against his chest. "I don't know, maybe that's not the right word. I wanted it to be witnessed. And I wanted you to know that everyone saw me come after you the way you deserved. Is that crazy?"

"I think you watch too many rom coms," Buck says. "But. It was also one of the best things that's ever happened to me, so I'll give you a pass."

"Nailed it." Tommy rubs his five o'clock shadow against Buck's chest and kisses the red patch it leaves behind. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"How come you didn't call, or anything? Afterwards? It felt – I know why I didn't. And maybe I don't have the right to ask. But is there a reason you didn't?"

Buck sighs. "I told myself a long time ago that I wasn't going to chase after people who weren't going to chase after me. And even with what you said that night, it didn't feel like you were chasing me. But I don't know, I kind of regret it now," he says, running a hand reflectively through Tommy's hair. "I missed you so much. I should've told you. Maybe we could've gotten back here quicker."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way, Evan," Tommy says quietly.

"It's okay."

"It's really not. But I meant what I said the other day. I'm going to do anything I can to make it better."

"This helps," Buck says, pulling Tommy a fraction of an inch closer.

"Then I'll keep doing this," Tommy says. He slings a leg over Buck's hip and kisses the patch of beard burn again.

Downstairs, three dozen roses overflow from the bowl of Buck's stand mixer – the only thing in his kitchen that had been big enough to hold them all. A couple of them are starting to look a little wilted, but most are still going strong almost three days later. He'll have replace the water today, pull out the spent blooms, rearrange the remaining flowers.

And he has to be at the station in a couple hours, and Tommy's shift starts an hour after that. It's Valentine's Day, but neither of them had bothered to request it off, so they'll have to get up soon; shower and dress and eat something and reenter the world once again.

But that's soon. This is now, in all its naked honesty: warm skin, and warm sheets, and kisses, and kindnesses, and the slightest scent of roses floating up to meet the morning light.

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THE JACKET 🫦

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Time in a Bottle

Chapter 12

“Why the hell are you pissed at me?” Tommy asked, stopping Buck dead in his tracks.

Slowly, he turned back around. “I’m not pissed.”

“Could’ve fooled me. You do realize it’s my life, Buck, don’t you? I can do whatever I want.”

Buck crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, Tommy, I realize that.”

“Not everyone is like you. Not everyone needs to be a hero every day of their lives.”

(read on ao3)

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werewolf tommy au where buck finds out and he has a lot of questions. like, a LOT of questions not all of which tommy can answer bc he’s not an expert, he’s just some guy who happens to shift into a giant scary wolf and lose his mind once a month. after a while the questions peter off. then one day, like two months after the reveal, buck blinks at him really, really hard and is like, how controlled can you make your shift? and tommy goes, what? and bucks like, can you maybe JUST shift your dick? for um. science reasons 👀

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#take a shot every time he says neighbro in this show and you'll be drunk in no time

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We were on a date.

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they traumatized a man with big brown doe eyes and a slutty waist and they want me to be normal about it ?

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fuck it friday

not tagged by anyone 'cause I'm being the change I want to see in the world etc etc etc

from pothos | pathos pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5

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Eddie is on his couch, aimlessly swiping through housing listings, vaguely hoping that the next generic wide-angle picture of a soulless sunny living room will suddenly give him all the answers he needs, when the doorbell rings.

He opens the door without looking. He gets as far as “I’m still all out of flour from last time---“ when he realizes it’s not Buck on his doorstep at all. It takes a second, not used to seeing the captain of the 122 in anything other than a suit or a set of turnouts. “Deluca?” he says, surprised. “I thought poker night was next week.”

“I ain’t here to clear you out this time, Diaz,” Deluca says.

Eddie huffs. As if. The man barely has a filter and that translates fairly directly to the efficacy of his poker face.

“Are you gonna let me in, or what?”

“Sure. If you tell me to what I owe the visit.” Eddie’s already stepping aside, letting him in.

Deluca strides in like he owns the place, crossing his arms as he takes in the living room. “Is it just you?”

“Yes…?” he says slowly, following him in. He snatches his nearly-empty bottle from the table, lifts it and points from the bottle to Deluca in the universally understood gesture for you want one?

“Yeah, sure,” he says.

Deluca doesn’t offer up an explanation for his presence as Eddie cracks open two bottles of beer, hands one off to the man still standing in his living room like he’s trying to decide if he wants to be there at all, and sinks down onto the couch again for lack of anything better to do.

Deluca doesn’t sit, but he does take a long swig of his beer and narrow his eyes at Eddie. Finally he asks, “You seen Tommy?”

Eddie nods. “Couple of days ago. Why?”

“Any clue what the hell is wrong with him?”

What, this guy, too? Eddie rubs at his eyes. “How about you tell me why you’re asking?”

Deluca glares at him some more, seems to come to some decision, and sinks down on the other side of the couch with a huff. “He skipped out on my little girl’s birthday.”

Eddie blinks. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, maybe something more akin to Buck’s vague hunches, but not… this.

He does vaguely recall the subject of Deluca’s kids coming up at poker night, though. Racks his brain for a second. “You’ve got three kids, right?”

Deluca eyes him for a second, but it’s less of a glare this time. “Yeah. Two girls and a boy. Oldest just turned ten, youngest is three.”

“Huh,” is all Eddie finds himself saying. Thinks for a moment, again, of Christopher, of the birthday party Eddie only got glimpses of over a video call. He really needs to stop procrastinating and just pick a damn house. Maybe he should just go to El Paso and see from there.

But this isn’t about him.

“And… Tommy usually goes to your kids’ birthday parties?”

“Goddamn right he does. He’s their favorite uncle.”

Uncle? “Hold on, you guys are…?”

“Jesus H. Christ, Diaz,” Deluca says with a roll of his eyes. “Do you want a copy of my family tree? No, we ain’t related, but we might as well be.”

Eddie raises a hand in surrender. Damn, the guy’s clearly passionate about this.

“The important thing is,” Deluca continues, eyes intense and jabbing a finger in Eddie’s direction, “The man has showed up to every single goddamn birthday and big event, and now he skips Sophie’s big ten? Something’s goin’ on.”

There’s a simple solution to that, if you ask Eddie. “Did you ask him about it?”

“Who the hell do you think I am? Of course I did. You know what he did?” Eddie gets the feeling he’s not actually expected to answer and Deluca proves him right. “He goddamn apologizes.”

He frowns. “I don’t know man, that seems… reasonable?”

Deluca gets to his feet with a grunt of frustration, starts pacing. “Don’t be a goddamned idiot, Diaz. You have any clue what Tommy does when he knows he’s fucked up?” It’s another rhetorical question. “One of three things,” Deluca says, raises one finger. “He gets defensive and turns into the world’s most sarcastic asshole--” A second finger goes up. “He turns into a pathetic pile of misery and then moves heaven and earth to make things right---“ Third finger. “Or he shuts down completely. What he doesn’t do is fucking apologize and then pleasantly ask me if Sophie had a nice day. So you better tell me now, what the hell did Buckley do to him?”

“Now hold on,” Eddie sets his bottle down, gets to his feet as well. “Buckley--- Buck didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah? Then why the hell does Tommy tell me they’ve broken up and then turn into a fucking pod person?”

Eddie sighs. He’s pretty sure he’s getting a migraine or something. “You better ask him, because he broke up with Buck, not the other way around.”

Deluca falters, mouth snapping shut from where he’d looked about ready to yell at him some more. “What?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, shrugs.

“That goddamned idiot,” Deluca mutters.

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[tommykinard]

go back and show this to me in 2021. she would pass out.

[tommykinard]

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 13: love confessions 💖💬🌈

even though their star wars opinions differ (sorry tommy, return of the jedi IS better) who wouldn’t be swept off their feet by this line?

[tommykinard]

3 men & and a baby

another late-to-post-here 118 holiday gift exchange piece! this is for flamingolady on ao3, and i based it off of the poster for this classic movie (that is—fun fact—directed by thee leonard nimoy):