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Evan Buckley had had a high sex drive since he learned what sex was in middle school, especially after Will Thompson told him about masturbation, and once he got a taste of it outside of his own bedroom when he was fifteen, when Maryanne Leonards rubbed him through his jeans until he came during a school pep rally behind the bleachers when they were supposed to be cheering on their football team, he couldn’t stop. He lost his virginity the next year after dabbling with messy hand jobs and a toothy blowjob with his kind of girlfriend at the time, and he was absolutely hooked. It’s what caused him to chase meaningless relationships, and follow strangers into bed, to keep numerous dating apps on his phone to keep a steady stream of women in his life. He didn’t have preferences either, he would sleep with anyone as long as he was attracted to them, and he was attracted to everyone. He wasn’t picky when it came to swiping right.
The first man he slept with was an eye-opener. He met Connor in Peru, and at the end of the night after buying Buck a few shots of him own, Connor took him back to his apartment and introduced him to the incredible bliss that was a prostate orgasm, and he was forever changed. He followed Connor to Los Angeles on a whim, so he didn’t have to say goodbye to the wildly satisfying feeling of a man fucking him. If he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure where he would be now.
For the longest time, he let his dick lead him through his life, and he knew it was going to inevitably get him into trouble. The day he got fired from the first job that made him feel at home was a wake-up call. His captain looked at him chasing the high of an orgasm on company time and set consequences in front of him. He reigned it in, and he met Abby. Abby Clark was older, and she was experienced, and it wasn’t all about sex, and then she was gone with him standing at the airport doors, staring after her retreating form. And then he met Eddie Diaz, who was sunshine bright, and incredibly smart, and ungodly hot, and unfortunately for Buck, he was extremely married.
Somehow, they’d made it work, the two of them, after tragedies, after grieving, after breakup after breakup for Buck. Eddie kissed him, and loved him, and the sex was good. Eddie liked to take Buck apart slowly, teasing him and making love to him for hours, and it was good. It was unlike anything Buck expected. The day they got married was sunshine bright, as if the sun gods themselves were smiling down on their union. Buck wore a tux that he felt awkward in, and Eddie was beautiful in the California sun, and Christopher was their ringbearer, and Buck felt blessed.
What he didn’t expect was that just a few years into his perfect marriage to this new, happy family he’d found along the way, Eddie would come to him with a proposition. They were in bed after a long session of Eddie making love to Buck sweetly before Buck rolled them over, so Eddie was on his back underneath him, to ride him the rest of the way to his orgasm, roughly fisting his cock the entire time until he managed to pull his orgasm from himself. He dropped afterwards, his leg aching a little but in the best way, and as he came down, Buck kissed Eddie’s chest where he rested against his husband.
“Can I ask you something?” Eddie asked.
“Of course,” Buck murmured, because he’d never denied Eddie anything.
“Would you feel comfortable with us, potentially, opening our relationship?”
“Uh,” Buck said, and that made him sit up. “What?”
“It’s occurred to me, recently, that maybe you and I aren’t on the same level, you know, sex wise.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Baby,” Eddie said, and he smiled sadly at him. “Baby, I can’t keep up with you.”
“You’ve been keeping up just fine,” Buck argued.
“No, I haven’t. You like it rough, and hard, and I’ve tried to give that to you, but I can’t. I’m not – that's not me. I don’t want to hurt you. And half of the time, I can’t even get you off, you jerk yourself off after I’ve finished. You just did it, even.”
“I’ve never said -”
“I know, you’ve never complained, but I can tell sometimes that you’re not satisfied after we finish. Sometimes, you want to go again immediately, and I’m - I can’t. You need someone who is going to give you exactly what you want.”
“Eddie, I’m not going to cheat on you because you’re not into my kinks.”
“It wouldn’t be cheating.”
“What?”
“Look, you and I, we’re best friends before we’re husbands, right? That’s what we’ve always said, which means we have to be honest with each other the same way we would if we’d never gotten married, and – I want to be honest with you, Buck. I don’t think our marriage is going to last if you’re only getting your sexual gratification from me.”
“Eddie,” Buck sighed. “No, sweetheart, that’s -”
“You can try and tell me it’s not true, but I know better than that. I know who you were before we started dating, the stories about the firetruck and the snake collector. I know what you need, what you’re afraid of telling me you need.”
“I’m not afraid,” Buck tried to argue. “I just don’t want to sleep with anyone else.”
“Just, think about it, will you? I think it would be better for both of us if we’re open about what we need.”
“Okay, and what is it that you need?” Buck asked. “Is there something that you need that you’re not asking for right now?”
“Nothing, I guess – well, I don’t know.”
“That’s not an actual answer, Eddie.”
Buck stared at his husband in their bed, both stark naked with Buck’s cum trying on their skin, without moving as much as he could. He didn’t want to push Eddie or distract him, especially with a topic as serious as this.
“If I’m honest, I do miss sex with women,” Eddie finally admitted, albeit quietly. “I love you, and I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong, I never want that to stop, but there’s just something that women have that you don’t.”
“Is it a vagina?”
The words were quick, and a little accusatory, but Eddie didn’t seem to take offense to them.
“No - well, yes, but no, not just that. There’s a softness to them, I guess. Do you know what I mean?”
Buck did, and he nodded, but hearing his husband say that he wasn’t enough or that he lacked something that he could never give him, it hurt nonetheless. That, coupled with Eddie pushing for this, it settled weird in his belly.
“Okay, well, I guess we can try it. We can always come back, right, to being just like this, a closed relationship, if we don’t enjoy it? This doesn’t have to be permanent change?”
“Yeah, Buck, absolutely, if you’re not enjoying it, we can come back to just us, but I think you’ll like the freedom and finding someone more sexually compatible with you. You’ll see.”
Buck looked at his husband evenly, trying to figure him out just on sight, but even after all these years, Eddie sometimes was a mystery to him. Some days he felt like the other half of his soul, someone he could always rely on, and some days he was practically a stranger. This was one of those days, unfortunately.
“Okay, if you’re sure you’ll be okay with this too, then we can try it out.”
Buck regretted agreeing to this stupid idea as soon as he stepped into the club that weekend. It had been Eddie’s idea, going out to the gay club they’d been to a few times, while Eddie was having a night with his son. He wasn’t really sure how to go about this, as he’d never actually tried to pick men up before, both Connor and Eddie had found him. He’d only been with Eddie, and they’d never gone to a gay club without a group, usually Josh, Karen, or Hen on themed nights. This was new to him, even though he’d been an expert at picking up women before Eddie, until he’d met Abby and had wanted to settle into a relationship with a single person. He still wanted that, so sitting at the bar while the bartender worked their way down the bar towards him, his wedding ring heavy on his finger, he felt like a liar or a fraud. Everyone around him seemed confident and in charge of themselves, while he sat with his heart pounding hard.
The bartender finally came up to him with a big, flirty smile and Buck ordered a beer, the strongest they offered, because he didn’t want to be absolutely wasted for this, but he needed at least a little bit of supplemental courage. He took a long drink from it before he turned to survey the club floor.
“Look a little nervous,” a guy at his side said, drawing his attention. He was a thin man, with an angular face, messy blonde hair, and almost hypnotically dark eyes, a smirk as he looked Buck over. “New to the scene?”
“Yeah,” Buck replied, shifting in his seat. “Sort of.”
“Mm, do you need a little guide? I’d be happy to show you the ropes, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m Darren.”
“Uh, Buck,” he said just loud enough for the man to hear. “Nice to meet you.”
“Buck, that’s an interesting name.”
“It’s a nickname,” Buck replied with a shrug.
“Ah, well, I like it. Do you want to dance?”
The man next to him made Buck feel a little uncomfortable, the way he was leering at Buck and staring at his chest and abdomen. It felt like he was an object Darren found at a store that he was appraising, and it made Buck’s skin crawl a little bit.
“Uhm, I’m gonna wait and wade in later, but I don’t want to keep you,” Buck tried to reject him gently, but Darren shook his head.
“No, I’m alright to sit and wait with you,” Darren replied.
Buck nodded and took a long drink before looking up away from Darren towards the dance floor. That’s when Darren’s hand found his thigh, and Buck nearly jumped.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, do you know that?” Darren said with his mouth really close to Buck’s ear, and Buck couldn’t help himself from leaning away automatically.
“Thank you,” he said. “My husband also thinks so.”
He held up his left hand where his wedding ring sat with a gleam in the overhead lights.
“Are you kidding me?” Darren snapped and Buck shifted further away from him. Before he could continue, though – it was clear that he wanted to with the way his mouth opened – another man, tall and broad as a barn, even more than Buck himself, stepped up to him.
“Hey baby,” the man said, and set his hand on Buck’s shoulder. Buck tried to keep the confusion off his face while the man took Darren’s attention, his hand slipping off Buck’s thigh. “Sorry I’m late. Thought I’d get here sooner, surprise you with a drink, but I got held up at work on a call. You know how it is. Who’s your friend?”
“Uh, this is Darren,” Buck said, putting his own hand on this stranger’s arm. “We just met.”
“Nice to meet you, Darren. I’m Tommy, thanks for keeping him occupied while he waited for me, but I’ve got it from here.”
His hand dipped to the middle of Buck’s back but didn’t venture any further down, and he smiled warmly at Darren.
“C’mon, let’s get you out on the floor where you belong, right?” Tommy said, and Buck swore he looked familiar, but not in a way that immediately came to mind. Buck let himself be guided away from the bar with the hand against his back, before his savior paused at the edge of the crowd. “Sorry about that. I’ve seen that guy make a lot of men uncomfortable. I hope I didn’t overstep.”
“No, no, thank you for that,” Buck replied. “Tommy, was it?”
“Yeah. What’s your name?”
“Evan, or Buck, if you want.”
“Evan,” Tommy said, and unexpectedly, Buck liked the way he said it. He could be Evan if a gorgeous man like that was saying his name. “Well, Evan, would you actually like to dance with me?”
“Yeah, I, I’d like that, but I should tell you that I’m married.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t -” Tommy said, his hand starting to fall away from Buck’s back.
“It’s an open relationship, but I didn’t want you to feel my wedding ring and get spooked,” he said as honestly as he could as he showed Tommy the ring. Tommy caught his hand and looked at it curiously.
“It’s a pretty ring. I don’t mind it if your spouse doesn’t,” Tommy replied. He was a pretty man, strong and fit, with a most beautiful blue eyes that seemed to glow in the club lighting. “I don’t mind at all.”
“Then should we dance?”
“Yeah, let’s dance.”
Tommy held Buck against him as they moved into the crowd together but left him enough room that he could get away if he needed to. It was respectful, and Buck smiled as they began to move in tandem to the beat of the song, moving closer to Tommy so their chests and hips brushed together as they danced.
“Mmm, you’re good at this,” Tommy breathed into his ear and Buck felt it shiver down his spine. “How long has your relationship been open?”
“Uh, this week?” Buck said. “First time out since.”
Tommy brushed his nose against Buck’s jaw, and he let out a shuddering breath.
“So, this is very new to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” Tommy said. He ran his hand down Buck’s spine. “Tell me if you get uncomfortable. I’ll stop.”
Buck didn’t want him to stop ever, and that was an unusual feeling. The same way Darren had made him immediately uncomfortable, Tommy had made him feel safe and at home here. They rolled their hips together, and Buck let out a sharp breath.
“How was that?” Tommy asked.
“Holy shit,” he murmured.
“So, that was okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, really, really good.”
They danced for a while longer, Buck slipped his hand up to cradle the back of Tommy’s neck and Tommy took him by the waist, moving like waves against each other. Buck tried to keep his soft moans to himself, but he wasn’t quite successful if the way Tommy’s mouth kept twitching had anything to say.
“Mmm, do you want to get a drink with me someplace quieter so we can talk about this a bit more?” Tommy asked in his ear between songs. “There’s a quieter bar down the street, gay bar with a chiller vibe.”
“Sounds good,” Buck admitted. “I think Darren has been glaring at us since we got out here.”
Tommy lifted his head from Buck’s shoulder and looked over towards the bar.
“He sure is,” Tommy chuckled. “Can I kiss you, Evan? Just to really piss him off?”
“Oh, please do,” Buck replied. Tommy turned them just enough so Darren could get a full view as Tommy lifted Buck’s chin with a finger underneath it and then kissed him solidly. It was a good kiss, even better than good, so good that Buck was incapable of not sighing into it with pure pleasure. He’d only ever kissed two men until that moment, each unique and enjoyable in their own way, but there was something just exquisitely incredible about this kiss. “Fuck.”
He breathed it into Tommy’s lips who pulled away with a small, pleased smile.
“You’re adorable.”
“You have a place in mind?” Buck asked.
“I do.”
“Lead the way, then.”
The bar was a small place around the corner from the club, gentle country music playing in the background, half filled with quiet couples and small groups. Tommy was holding his hand as they entered, since he’d taken his hand on the way out of the club and hadn’t dropped it yet, and Buck couldn’t find it in himself to protest. Eddie never held his hand, not even when they were just alone in their home.
“So, they also serve nonalcoholic options if you want,” Tommy said as they stepped up to the bar. “Or we can get some beers.”
“Uhm, nonalcoholic actually sounds really good.”
Tommy grinned and when the bartender came over, a pretty, young person who had a nonbinary flag pin on their jean jacket, ordered two nonalcoholic beers and tipped extraordinarily well.
“There’s a booth over there in the corner,” Buck pointed out as he took his drink from the bartender. “Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
They settled into the booth across from each other and Tommy smiled as he took Buck’s hand again, this time looking at his ring and running his thumb over the band.
“Are you curious about the husband or the open relationship?”
“Little bit of both,” Tommy answered and shrugged. “Was it your idea or his to open it up?”
“His,” Buck replied. “He, well, he doesn’t think he’s keeping up with me in bed, and he doesn’t think we’ll last as a couple if I have to settle, I guess.”
“Do you feel that way?”
“I didn’t before,” Buck said. “I love my husband, you know, a lot, he’s my best friend, but he said something that I didn’t realize was true until I heard him say it, and maybe I have been settling sexually.”
“How’s that, then?”
“I’ve always been a lot less vanilla than Eddie, and he’s not willing or able to give me what I need sometimes, and I – is this too much information?”
“Considering what I want to do to you, there’s not a lot that I would consider too much. You can keep going.”
“I have to get myself off after we’re done,” Buck admitted, and Tommy made a noise in the back of his throat like surprise. “I have a good time, but there’s just something more that I need that he won’t give me.”
“What’s that?”
“I like it rougher, I guess, harder, less sweet and gentle, and he’s tried, he really has; he’s just not good at it, it doesn’t come naturally to him. I don’t want to push him or make him uncomfortable, make him do anything he doesn’t want to, but God, I really want things he won’t ever be able to give me.”
“Things like what?” Tommy asked, sitting forward.
“I’ve only been with one other guy than Eddie, so it’s been a while, but I like being told what to do, and I like a little choking, I guess, and Eddie’s an absolute sweetheart who just won’t do anything that’ll hurt me.”
“Even if you want it to hurt?”
“Yeah. Like, I’ve brought up milder things, but he’s said that spanking is off the table, too, and he won’t even try any kind of bondage, even just tying my hands,” he said, and that came out sadder than he meant it to be.
“Oh, that sounds terrible,” Tommy admitted, and from anyone else, it might have come out teasing or mean, but he looked sympathetic as he looked at Buck. “We can’t have that.”
Buck blushed and took a drink from the beer. It was good, full bodied and a little tangy, without the distracting burn of alcohol at the back. He smiled as he set the bottle back down on the table, looking at Tommy settled there in front of him. He put his hand down on the tabletop and traced the wood grain with his fingertips only, just for Tommy to reach out and take his hand.
“Am I overstepping?” Tommy asked.
“Not at all,” Buck replied quickly. “Can I ask some questions about you, though? You’re very, very attractive, and I can see potential here, but I want to know who I’m dealing with here first.”
“Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll answer anything.”
Buck considered it for a second, and decided his first question, “what do you do? Someone as fit as you has to have a pretty active job, right?”
“Oh, yeah, pretty active. I’m a firefighter, a pilot with the LAFD.”
Buck blinked at him and said, “no shit?”
“What?”
“ I’m a firefighter with the LAFD,” he replied.
“You are?”
“Yeah, station 118. I’ve been working with them for about six and a half years now,” he replied. “What house are you with?”
“Harbor, I’m air ops.”
“Holy shit, that’s so cool!” Buck said, sitting up and forward, leaning into the conversation with Tommy. He wondered if they’d ever worked a scene together before, crossed paths over the years without meeting.
“You’re 118, though, under Bobby Nash still?”
“Yeah, he’s my captain. Wait, you know him?”
“I was with the 118 before you; I think you replaced me, actually.”
They devolved into talking about Bobby, Chimney, and Hen, about the time Tommy had spent with them and why he’d left, about how the station had changed in his absence. It was wild to think that they’d missed each other by weeks, that Buck had filled Tommy’s position and the Tommy from Chimney’s stories, the Tommy who had once dumped water on a burning cul-de-sac at Chimney’s request, was the same as the man sitting across from him in a Henley stretched across his chest and shoulders like a perfect temptation to Buck’s desires.
“Wow, that’s incredible fate, isn’t it?” Buck said. “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s wild, yeah,” Tommy agreed. “And I imagine that the Eddie from the 118 is the same Eddie who is your husband?”
“Good guess, yeah. We met when he joined our house right out of the academy, and we got together a couple years after that,” Buck replied. “Bobby wasn’t super happy when we told him, but just because of the HR nightmare it was going to cause. Luckily, they let us stay on the same team and shift after we super-duper promised we wouldn’t let our relationship distract us, and that we wouldn’t have sex on the clock.”
“Have you?”
“Oh, I’ve really, really wanted to, but Eddie’s too good of a boy to do anything like that. Eddie would never even entertain it, or anything risky like that. He’s not into voyeurism or public sex, only in the house and typically in bed or the shower. We’re raising his son, so we can’t do it everywhere anyway, but -” he shook his head. “I’m complaining about stuff that isn’t even a problem, technically.”
“Do you want to do stuff like that, though? Have someone watch you, or have the thrill of almost getting caught?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Well, we can talk about that later. Do you have any other questions about me?”
“Well, I already know that I can trust you,” Buck said, and that he was sure of.
“How can you be sure of that?”
“Chimney and Hen trust you, and I know they don’t trust everyone, especially if you’d fucked them over or hurt them.”
“I didn’t stand up for them when Gerrard was -”
“Have you apologized?”
“Well, yeah.”
“And they still talk to you?”
“They do.”
“Then you’re good, Tommy. They don’t hang around people that make them uncomfortable, so if they’re, if they’re reaching out and asking favors, whatever, you’re in their good books, and mine too.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Tommy said.
Buck smiled at him warmly and lifted his drink to his lips, taking a long sip before setting it back down.
“Okay, I’m just going to say it: I want to kiss you again,” he admitted. “That kiss, in the club, I kinda can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Come ‘round, then,” Tommy said, and Buck couldn’t think of a reason to say no. He stood up and circled around the booth to sink into Tommy’s side, and let Tommy draw him in for another kiss. This one was longer, softer, less for show and more for tell, a story they were crafting together with their tongues and lips. Buck slipped a hand up over Tommy’s neck to the back of his head and brushed his fingers through his hair while Tommy held him in place against him with a hand on his lower back and another on his chin.
There was a tap on their table and Buck startled away from Tommy, expecting his husband, or a cop, or his parents to be there for some reason, but found only the bartender passing by, a warning to cool their PDA. Buck chuckled and ducked his head into Tommy’s neck.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I wanted,” Buck agreed with himself. “I don’t know how to do this, though.”
“What?”
“Go home with you, or if that’s too fast, or if we should go on a date before, or if that would make it weird,” he said, and it was a ramble of words that he couldn’t stop.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and just because we hung out tonight and we made out, none of that means we have to go any further.”
“Oh, I want to,” Buck admitted quickly. “I really, really want to.”
Tommy chuckled, his thumb on Buck’s chin sliding up to smooth along his lower lip. He let his eyes fall to Tommy’s lips in return, and down to the cleft in his chin which was surprisingly attractive . He’d let himself look at men for years now, albeit from a distance and having to pretend like he wasn’t, but he’d never seen anyone that caught his attention the same way this man had so easily.
“Well, then you tell me what you want. We can go back to mine tonight if you think you’re ready for it, but if you aren’t, completely okay, we can just keep kissing tonight and we can get dinner soon, see where that takes us later.”
Buck let himself sit against Tommy and think about what he wanted, being honest with himself, and he leaned in to press a new kiss to Tommy’s lips.
“I want to go home with you tonight. I don’t want to wait,” he said. “I want to feel what I’ve been missing.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“Tell me what you want tonight. What are you most eager to try out?”
“I really just want it rough,” he said. “Holding me down with your hands, fucking me hard, leaving bruises, and not stopping until I come, not stopping even then, and using me to get yourself off.”
Tommy shuddered even as he tried to cover it, and he let out a slow breath.
“That sounds so good, baby. It really, really does. I want to give that to you.”
Buck held his breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for Tommy to give him the but of the sentence.
“We should get out of here, then,” he said instead. “I have a big bed that I think is calling for you, Evan, and I think you’re really going to enjoy what it has to offer.”
Buck blinked and said softly, “yeah, me too. Please, take me home.”
Tommy’s bed wasn’t just big , it was massive, and it was incredibly soft underneath him as Tommy pressed him into it. He was heavy and hot against Buck’s chest as they kissed, grinding into each other. He pushed up into Tommy, feet planted on the bed to give himself leverage. They were grinding and gasping, a desperate rut of bodies into one another. Of the men he’d let take him to bed, Tommy was easily the biggest, holding him in place without trying, just with his weight against him. Buck grabbed his hips and pulled Tommy down closer, needing more.
“Eager little thing,” Tommy commented, mostly to himself. “So eager. God, you’re so fucking hot, Evan.”
“Tommy, please,” Buck gasped.
Tommy rolled his hips one last time, sharp and blinding, and Buck groaned as Tommy drew away. His hands found the top buttons on Buck’s shirt, and made quick work of them, leaving his shirt open to expose his chest. He pressed kisses into Buck’s neck and collar before licking a wet trail down his pec to his nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and Buck had to catch his breath against the sensation. His nipples had always been super sensitive, but Eddie never really did anything about it. Tommy, though, was attentive, licking and sucking at one while rolling the other between his fingers just hard enough that the pain was exquisite.
“ Yeah ,” he said, answering a question Tommy hadn’t even asked. “Just like that, holy shit.”
Tommy smiled against his chest and then released both nipples at once before trailing lower, kissing his sternum, then his belly in a slow trail, pausing to dip his tongue gently into Buck’s navel, and then the button on Buck’s jeans.
“Can I take these off you, Evan?”
“Yes, please,” Buck replied, and Tommy’s smile in return was nothing short of absolute delight. He made quick work of the denim, peeling it off Buck as if he were unwrapping a present at Christmas. Then, he continued his kiss mission below the bottom hem of his briefs, pressing determined kisses to Buck’s right thigh and to his knee, lower over his shin and to his ankle. He even kissed the sole of Buck’s foot a little teasingly before switching to his other leg, and Buck tensed automatically.
“What’s wrong?” Tommy asked, clearly tuned into Buck already. “Changed your mind? That’s okay.”
“No, no, I didn’t change my mind. It’s just – my leg, it’s not pretty. So, if you don’t want to kiss all the scar tissue, I get it.”
Tommy blinked at him and then at his leg, the left one that had been crushed by a fire engine and had been reconstructed painstakingly over months and numerous surgeries. He knew it was a mangle of scar tissue, and he still wore a compression sock on it when he worked out just to prevent clots. Eddie barely touched it when they had sex, so he couldn’t imagine a near stranger wanting to show it the same affection as all the smooth skin he’d already passed.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Uh. Long story, I guess. Short version is, do you remember a few years back when someone exploded a truck, and it landed on a firefighter?”
“That was you.”
“Yeah. That was me. So, I won’t be offended if you don’t want to look at it. It’s pretty gross.”
Tommy frowned at him and Buck wondered how he possibly could have fucked this up, before Tommy intentionally dropped his head down to the first scar he found at Buck’s ankle and laid a lingering kiss against the raised scar tissue there.
“Tommy,” he breathed. “You don’t have -”
“You aren’t gross. This, this isn’t gross, Evan. This is a miracle. This is proof that you survived despite a literal fire engine falling on you. This is, I want to kiss every scar until you understand how incredible it is that you are still here with us, that you are alive .”
Buck let out a shaky breath as Tommy kissed another scar, and then another, tracing their path up his leg to just about his knee. He massaged his hand into Buck’s calf, the pressure firm but gentle somehow, and Buck tipped his head back to moan into the empty space of Tommy’s bedroom. It had been a long time since he’d properly massaged his leg, and he knew that would displease his physical therapist, but the way Tommy kneaded his thumb into Buck’s calf muscle felt heavenly.
“Holy shit, Tommy,” he murmured, unable to bring his voice any louder. All his attention was on staying still and letting Tommy keep working magic into his leg. “ Jesus Christ .”
“That feel good, baby?” Tommy teased.
“Yeah, yeah, so good. Are you a masseuse on the side or something?”
“No, just old,” he replied with that bitchy smirk that Buck wanted to memorize. “When you get to be my age, you learn a little something about aching muscles.”
“Shut up, you make it sound like you’re ancient and not, like, forty-two.”
“I’m forty-six, by the way,” Tommy said, “and what are you, like twenty-four?”
“Thirty-two,” Buck scoffed, and used his free leg to kick at Tommy’s side. Tommy caught him by the ankle and pulled him easily down the bed until Tommy was between his spread legs, right up against his groin and his aching cock. He brought Buck’s good leg up and hooked his knee over his shoulder, bowing his head to kiss the inside of his thigh. “Wow.”
Tommy hummed before he went back to rubbing Buck’s calf, as if Buck wasn’t spread out in front of Tommy like a whore.
“You’re so pretty, Evan,” Tommy said into his thigh just before biting down on the soft skin there, hard enough that Buck knew he’d have a bruise in the morning. “So pretty, laid out for me, ready and waiting to get fucked.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, I am. I want you to fuck me so bad, Tommy.”
Tommy slipped a hand down underneath Buck and then he pulled Buck’s briefs off his hips, down his legs and shimmied them off him with minimal awkwardness and tossed the briefs away with the rest of Buck’s clothes. He settled Buck back on the bed, his legs laying against the mattress on either side of Tommy’s.
“Perfect,” he said, and it seemed mostly to himself. “So perfect. Goddamn.”
He looked down at Buck’s chest and belly, before turning his eyes downward to his waist and his cock that had flopped against his belly, bowing up a little and already leaking precum against his navel. He wasn’t overly thick, but he had a decent length, and he knew that he got wet more than most men, always leaving puddles of precum against his skin, or his partners. There was a reason he got the nickname Firehose , and it wasn’t just for his length.
“ Wow, what a pretty cock,” Tommy said, again to himself. “I could spend hours worshipping you, Evan. You’re absolutely gorgeous everywhere, and I want to spend days exploring every inch of your body.”
“Where do you want to start?” Buck asked. He tried to keep his voice level and not sound quite so breathless, but he clearly failed by the fond smirk on Tommy’s face.
“I’m going to suck your gorgeous dick,” Tommy said without flinch or hesitation. “Don’t think I’ve ever come across someone’s dick that I immediately thought wow, that needs to be sucked constantly. But here we are.”
“Wish I could say the same, but someone forgot to take off their clothes,” Buck replied, gesturing to all of Tommy’s clothes still on his body. “Which is a damn shame because I definitely am interested in seeing what’s underneath all of this.”
“Is that your very polite way of asking me to undress, Evan?”
“It could be. If you want it to be, then yeah, that’s exactly what it is.”
“And what if I don’t want to?”
“It’s going to make you fucking me a little awkward,” was all he could reply, and Tommy laughed, a snorting, unattractive laugh that Buck found so cute. He liked that it didn’t feel weird to tease Tommy, that Tommy felt comfortable enough to laugh, and that either wasn’t killing the mood. He still felt the boiling desire for Tommy in his chest, just mixed with delight and humor. “Please, take your clothes off, Tommy.”
“Because you asked so nicely, baby,” Tommy replied, and stripped off his shirt first. Underneath, Buck had to take a breath against how gorgeous Tommy was, his chest and belly a little soft but clearly built for strength, a scarred patch of skin along his ribs, with a patch of soft brown chest hair dusting his skin.
“Fuck,” Buck breathed.
“Like what you see?” Tommy asked, still teasing as his hands went to his jeans.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” Buck sighed softly. “Like, I want to kiss your chest, and your belly, everywhere.”
“We’ll get to that, I promise. Let me get my pants off.”
“Oh, god, yes, please,” slipped out of Buck’s mouth before he could stop himself. Tommy smirked as he slipped the button free and zipper down, revealing a soft, grey pair of boxers underneath that Buck wanted to put his mouth on. “ Tommy .”
“Almost there, baby.”
He loved the way that Tommy called him baby and looked at him like he was something precious, something to be treasured. He also loved the way Tommy stripped for him, the rest of his clothes vanishing and dropping to the ground nearby, leaving him completely bared to Buck. He was absolutely stunning from top to bottom, and he didn’t want to take his eyes off him. How could he when Tommy Kinard was built like a dream, thick and strong, as if he could make Buck feel dainty and small, a feeling he had never had as long as he could remember? Buck’s eyes fell, as if drawn magnetically, to Tommy’s cock, hanging hard and impressive between his legs, thick like the rest of him, and Buck felt his mouth water without his permission.
“ Fuck ,” he whispered to himself, trying not to stare and failing spectacularly. “That’s, I – I want to suck your dick so bad, Tommy.”
“Me first,” Tommy said, and Buck groaned even as Tommy moved between his legs, lying flat on his stomach against the mattress with his legs dangling off the bed a bit. “You’re so fucking pretty, Evan.”
He took a beat to view Buck from this new angle, eyes trailing over his cock and then his belly, up over his chest, and then he smiled at Buck as their eyes met. Then, with their eyes still locked, Tommy stuck his tongue out and dragged it from the base of Buck’s cock all the way up to his tip before sucking the tip into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he took Buck into his mouth, bliss overtaking his features, and it had been a while since anyone had enjoyed sucking his cock that much – because, for all his positive qualities, Eddie treated it more like a chore than anything else – so watching Tommy enjoy himself was a treat in and of itself. Beyond that, Tommy sucked him with an enthusiasm that Buck really enjoyed, far beyond the skill he displayed.
“ Oh, fuck ,” Buck groaned, letting his head dip back against the pillows behind him. “That’s so good. So, so good.”
Tommy hummed around him, and he couldn’t quite catch the startled moan that slipped out from his throat. As if built to push Buck right to his limits, Tommy slipped down further and further until Buck was entirely enveloped in the wet heat of his mouth, and Buck’s heart stuttered. It had been ages since anyone had deepthroated him and there was a singing pleasure in his veins that came with it every time.
“ Holy shit ,” he breathed. “Fuck, Tommy. Tommy, that’s - do you even have a gag reflex?”
Tommy fucked Buck’s cock into the back of his throat without flinching, eyes watering at the corners but so beautiful as he looked up at Buck. His lips were obscene, shiny red and stretched around Buck’s cock, and he looked like something straight out of the porn videos Buck used to watch before he got married and didn’t feel right watching them anymore. The images, though, still lived in his mind. Tommy seemed to be unreal, the way he was eagerly pleasuring Buck without any return and enjoying himself just with this simple act.
“Tom - Tommy, I’m - fuck, I’m really close already.” Tommy lifted an eyebrow at him and Buck let out a breathy laugh himself. “I know, but no one’s sucked me this good in so long. I can’t -”
He whined the rest of his sentence, as if that spoke for him. It seemed to, as Tommy drew off him with a wet sound, and Buck let out a soft relieved breath.
“You can come if you want, baby,” Tommy said. “I’m patient enough to get you hard again before I fuck you.”
“We - you, you’re sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
Buck bit his lip to stop the next sentence from falling out, but Tommy was tuned into him so well already that he pushed himself up onto his hands and leveled a look at him.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Tommy asked.
“No, it’s - it’s just – Eddie, he said something that – it's stupid, really, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s not even a problem.”
“I want to hear it, sweetheart.” He nudged Buck’s nose with his own and smiled fondly as he drew away. “I can’t take care of you and give you what you need if you’re hiding from me, so please, I want you to tell me.”
“Eddie told me that he can’t keep up, and I’m always unsatisfied, and I don’t - I don’t want to come off as this cum-hungry slut or something, but I don’t have that long of a, a refractory period. I can get hard again really fast.”
“That’s fine,” Tommy said.
“No, it’s -”
“Evan.” Tommy’s tone was firm and serious, and it paused Buck in the middle of his argument. “I would do anything you want me to. I don’t have to get hard to satisfy you, I promise you that, so even if you wear me out, I’m still going to make sure you’re happy when I’m done with you. I want you to come as many times as you need to, alright? Do you understand?”
“Tommy,” he started.
“ Do you understand ?” Tommy asked, and a chill of arousal streaked through him. His face grew hot and then the rest of his body followed suit, and he let out a soft moan. “Are you going to answer me, baby?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Buck stuttered out. “Yes, I understand, sir.”
The sir was unintentional, but he felt it in his throat and chest that he couldn’t just call him Tommy in that moment. If he weren’t careful, a more sinful word might slip free.
“You’re a good boy, Evan,” Tommy said to him, voice soft as he leaned in and kissed him, just as soft, a mere graze of their mouths together, before he drew back. “I want you to come in my mouth, alright? Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, I can, I can do that,” Buck agreed.
“I also don’t want you muffling any moans. I want to hear you nice and loud. I want to know that you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” he said again, and Tommy kissed him again, a little present delivered against his lips, and he tried to chase his lips for one more just to be pressed down against the mattress.
“You can keep calling me sir if you want,” Tommy said, “but you don’t have to. You can call me Tommy, or anything you want.”
Buck shook his head at that, and then felt a flash of heat gather in his cheeks again as the name appeared in the back of his mind, on his tongue, ready and waiting to be deployed.
“Or you can call me Daddy if that’s what you’re blushing about.”
“How did you -” Buck started, and Tommy smiled. “You’re perfect.”
“Wishful thinking, I guess. I hoped when I saw you at the club that I could get you in bed calling me Daddy. Just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject yet, and then you called me sir, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity.”
“I’ve only ever been called it, never used it, but it suits this, us, I think, this energy we have.”
“Did you like being called Daddy?” he asked softly as he kissed Buck’s chest and neck, speaking into Buck’s skin as if it would reverberate into him. They felt like they did, weaving into Buck’s very DNA.
“Not as much as I’m going to enjoy calling you Daddy,” he admitted, and Tommy chuckled. “No, I mean, I did in the moment, but I definitely wouldn’t seek it out from someone else or ask for it.”
“Good to know,” Tommy said. “Do you understand, though, what I want for you?”
“You want me to come, yeah, I got that.”
Tommy rolled his eyes and said, “yeah, but I want you to enjoy it.”
“I’m going to, I guaran-damn-tee that.” He curled a hand around Tommy’s bicep and licked his lower lip slowly, drawing Tommy’s eyes to his mouth. “I was going to come just from that, from you sucking me, so – yeah.”
“Okay,” Tommy said. “Okay, I can work with that. Just let me know if you don’t like anything.”
He slipped back down, kissing a quick path down his chest and belly to his cock, taking it back in his mouth slowly. Buck sighed and watched Tommy with his cock in his mouth, going right back to sinking down and then starting to move in his head, bobbing along his length with an even, rhythmic speed that Buck sighed with.
“ Fuck, yeah ,” he hummed happily. “That’s so good, Tommy. Feels incredible with your mouth on me.”
Tommy moved with his heartbeat, rising and falling with it, and Buck was singing in his bed, letting his moans become melodies as Tommy played him like a well-loved violin. Words slipped from Buck’s mouth, but later he couldn’t say for certain what any of them were. He just knew he wasn’t holding anything back, just as Tommy had asked, because he wanted to please him back, he wanted to show Tommy that he deserved his attention and that he had earned the right to call him Daddy by behaving and listening to him.
“Daddy,” he breathed, and Tommy reacted with a groan, falling down Buck’s length to take him all again. “ Oh .”
He could feel his orgasm creeping in, and he whined out a warning to Tommy, unable to get out any words. It didn’t seem to matter, not to Tommy, who nearly doubled down on his efforts, tongue and lips and hands nearly everywhere all at once, the feeling of being touched this way so blissfully familiar and yet so new at the same time. It was somehow just the hum Tommy let out as he tongued Buck’s slit, the vibration mixing with the sensation of his perfect tongue taking Buck’s composure and chucking it over the cliff. He fell, and broke, and a million pieces of his mind, body, spirit, whatever went shattering into oblivion. Fire licked through him, spreading as if he were filled with kerosene, and then exploded in a burst of noise from his mouth, whining, whimpering, sobbing sounds. Tommy didn’t catch his hips, instead letting Buck fuck into the back of his mouth like a frenzied animal.
When he came back down, Tommy sucked his cock clean and then let it slip from his mouth with a lazy, pleased smile. He licked along his lower lip and said, “anyone tell you that you come like a waterfall before?”
“Uh,” he said, brain still fuzzy. “No?”
“You do,” Tommy said. “It’s impressive the amount I just swallowed.”
“Oh, yeah. Uhm, in the academy, they used to joke I was a fire hose,” he said, stretching his arms and legs as Tommy pushed himself up onto his knees.
“Fire hose,” Tommy replied, mimicking his tone. “Yeah, that works, too.”
“Yeah,” he said dumbly. “That was, that was incredible, though, Tommy. Like, somehow the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Tommy laughed and crawled up Evan’s body, so they were level as he kissed him without any rush in the world. They didn’t have to rush, they had the rest of their lives, Buck thought to himself, letting his hands wander over Tommy’s arms and sides. He touched Tommy everywhere he could reach while Tommy settled into the space above him, chest and hips brushing as they began to rock into each other minutely, almost unconsciously, waves of attraction pulling their bodies together. He rubbed his palms across tense muscle and the soft layer supple fat above, and then dipped his fingers in between Tommy’s cheeks to brush his entrance teasingly. He was gifted the softest little moan against his tongue, and Tommy pushed back into his hand eagerly.
“Fuck,” Buck breathed between kisses, rutting his hips up into Tommy’s just to hear him curse softly. He was just starting to get hard again, cock twitching with interest, and he wanted more. “Can I be on top of you?”
Without verbally replying, Tommy rolled them both so Buck was straddled over his hips with Tommy’s back against the mattress.
“Wow. Okay.” He settled happily as if he belonged there and enjoyed his view with this beast of a man spread out underneath him, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing right against the sensitive skin of his balls. “Jesus, Tommy.”
“What’s your plan up there, baby?”
Buck paused and thought about it for a minute before replying, “not sure. I didn’t think I’d get this far, if I’m honest.”
“Well, can’t say I mind. This is a very nice view for me, personally.”
Buck laughed and ran his hands over Tommy’s chest and belly, watching his face as he massaged his arms and chest, pausing to play with his nipples. Eddie never liked it, but Tommy tilted his head back and let out a soft sigh with pleasure, and Buck rolled his fingers around Tommy’s nipple slowly, teasing him until he let out a frustrated grunt.
“ Baby ,” he protested.
“Oh, Daddy doesn’t like being teased, huh?” Buck teased softly, ducking his head down to kiss Tommy’s sternum and then quickly moving to flick his tongue over his nipple.
“I’m going to spank you so hard,” Tommy said, but it was a broken moan as Buck rocked back against his cock, firm against him. “Oh, fuck , Evan.”
“You sound so good, you know and I just keep thinking how you’re going to sound buried inside me, feeling my tight little hole all around your cock,” he said, and he rolled his hips again. “I haven’t taken anything as big as you in a while, not since my last girlfriend pushed me over the kitchen island at my loft and used her biggest strap to rail me.”
“ Evan ,” he said, and it was a firm, dominant tone that made Buck grin. Behind it, though, there was a shimmer of arousal that he couldn’t quite hide from him.
“Oh, does that turn you on, Daddy? Thinking of someone else playing with me, picturing me held down and fucked with a big, thick toy, until I’m absolutely crying with how good it feels to be filled like that, having my prostate absolutely pummeled with a cock?”
Tommy hooked his hand around the back of Buck’s neck and pulled roughly until their mouths met, effectively shutting him up with his tongue inside Buck’s mouth, licking into the kiss as if trying to swallow down the words and take the image into himself. Buck rutted his hips down into Tommy’s again, and again, until they were both panting too hard to catch their breath and keep going. Tommy held Buck in place, and Buck paused against him, laughing softly to himself.
“Sorry, you make me feel a little wild.”
“That’s alright,” Tommy said, also breathless, “me too. Haven’t been with someone like you in a bit.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he agreed, tilting his head up just enough to catch Buck in another kiss, just for a beat. “You’re fun, and hot, and something about your energy just makes me want to hold you down and get as many moans out of you as I can.”
“Take them. They’re yours.”
“So goddamn hot,” Tommy whispered, and then curled his hands around the back of Buck’s thighs to hold him there. “How do you want me to open you?”
“Uhm,” Buck stopped and then grabbed one of Tommy’s hands to guide it behind him and between his cheeks to the plug he’d slipped inside of him before heading out for the night. He pressed Tommy’s fingers to the flared base and let him slip his fingers around it. Tommy tugged at the firm silicone and chuckled. “I didn’t know how tonight was going to go, so I took care of it first. I didn’t know if I’d meet someone who just wanted to fuck in their car or something. There’s, uhm, there’s extra lube in my jacket, too.”
“Boy scout,” Tommy playfully teased.
“No, just eager.”
“That’s all good. I want to play with you all night, Evan.”
“I’m so okay with that, yeah, yeah, absolutely. Play with me, Daddy.”
Tommy pulled at the toy until it stretched his hole out to its largest point, and then pressed it back in. Buck whined and leaned into Tommy’s hand as he continued to play with the plug, pulling and pushing at it.
“I want you to fuck me so bad,” Buck mumbled into Tommy’s space. “Please. Please, Daddy. I’m - please, take the plug out and stuff me with your cock.”
“You’ll get it when I say you do,” Tommy replied, fucking the toy repeatedly in and out of Buck. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it? Hard, fast, letting me use you like a little toy.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Then wait like a good little boy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Buck breathed. “I can wait.”
“Good.” He kept moving the toy and teasing Buck, stretching him out. Then he looked up at Buck with playful eyes. “I’m thinking about how you’ve had this in you since we met, and how hot that is. I can’t wait to fuck you, you’re so perfect.”
Buck leaned in and licked Tommy’s lips.
“I’ll be so good for you, Daddy. Whatever you want to give me, I’ll take it.”
“Oh, I know, kid. I know you’ll behave for me, and I bet you’re going to feel so fucking hot and tight around my cock, huh?”
Buck nodded quickly, and Tommy pulled the toy all the way out, drawing a quick, sharp moan from Buck. He heard the toy drop onto the bed, before he felt the press of Tommy’s fingertips against his already slicked, stretched entrance. He nuzzled into Tommy’s hair and sighed as Tommy pushed inside easily, even though his fingers were thicker than the toy. His fingers also crooked just right, teasing his prostate and rolling Buck’s eyes back a bit as the ghost of pleasure it swept through him.
“Lil’ deep- ah ,” he said, moan breaking free as Tommy sank his fingers deeper and rubbed into Buck’s prostate hard and persistent, a thrumming pleasure like chords from a string instrument singing through him belly and chest. “ Oh, fuck .”
He fucked his fingers in and out of Buck fast, barely pausing even when Buck let out a soft whimper from the overstimulation, and it was so good, so perfect, so unlike anything Eddie would ever do for him. It was too rough for Eddie’s comfort, and it was everything Buck wanted. Buck rolled his eyes back, and just held onto Tommy as he moved his fingers over and over, edging him towards another orgasm, until he stopped suddenly and withdrew his fingers.
“Wait, no, hold on,” he whined, and Tommy shushed him softly. “ Tommy .”
“Do you want my cock or not, baby?”
“Oh. Oh! Yes, please.”
Tommy flipped them so Buck was on his back in the bed again, with Tommy hovering over him, reaching for the side table and pulling out one of the drawers. Inside, Buck tipped his head to see, was a few toys, a cock ring, a dildo, a plug about the same size and shape his own, and what looked like a sounding rod, as well as a small bottle of lube that Tommy grabbed.
“That’s a cute little collection,” Buck commented. “Not a fan of toys?”
“No, I am, but they’re more fun with a partner than they are alone so I haven’t have a chance to really explore recently. And my last boyfriend took all my favorites when he left.”
“How rude,” Buck said.
“Extremely.”
“I have some recommendations for things you might like,” he offered, “try them out together.”
Tommy sat back enough to get a lubed hand around his cock, spreading it over his length, eyelashes fluttering the slightest amount.
“Wouldn’t mind that,” Tommy said, and paused for a beat to wipe some excess lube from his fingers along Buck’s hole. “Turn over, onto your hands and knees.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah. Yes, please.”
He moved as quickly as he could, so he was on his hands and knees in front of Tommy, shaking his ass a little before rubbed his hand over his ass. He squeezed his right cheek, and then gave it a little slap, before his hand moved up his spine and pressed between Buck’s shoulder blades. He didn’t need to be told what Tommy wanted, and he let his elbows give so his back was arched, his cheek pillowed on the mattress below, ass still high in the air.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, Evan. So gorgeous, presenting for me like you’re desperate for it.”
“I am,” he breathed. “Want your big, fat cock inside me, want to feel it in my goddamn throat. Want you to fuck me absolutely senseless, Daddy.”
“Mm, that’s what I like to hear, my little plaything absolutely gagging for it,” Tommy said, and his tone was low as he bent over Evan, pressing his hips into Buck’s ass, his cock sliding right between his cheeks and teasing him. He nipped at Buck’s shoulder and then found Buck’s hands to draw them up over his head.
“Should I take my ring off?” Buck asked as he saw the glint of the polished silver catch the bedroom’s lighting.
“Can if you want, but we both know you’re married, so it doesn’t matter to me.”
Buck slipped the ring off anyway, because even though Eddie agreed to this, even though this had been Eddie’s idea in the first place, something about wearing the symbol of their commitment to each other while another man rearranged his guts just felt wrong to him. Tommy took the ring gently and pressed a kiss to Buck’s hand before laying it on the side table in a small dish where he kept a set of dog tags and a watch.
“That okay?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, perfect,” Buck replied, and Tommy pressed another kiss that lingered against his shoulder. “Thank you for this. I know, I know we’re about to, what’s the phrase, fuck nasty, but I appreciate you taking care of me like this.”
“What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t make sure you were comfortable and ready before I make you see the fabric of the universe?” Tommy asked, and it made Buck laugh. He loved to laugh in bed, because the act of sex was sometimes ridiculous and funny, and some of his past flings - and sometimes his husband, if he were being honest with himself - thought it was disrespectful when he chuckled. “You have such a cute laugh, baby.”
“Oh,” Buck muttered and covered his face out of embarrassment at the compliment. It didn’t make sense, really, considering all of the other compliments he’d gotten that night from Tommy, but this felt different. This wasn’t about his body, and it wasn’t something he got complimented on normally.
“What? Was that okay?” Tommy asked, his entire body stopping and the small touches he was pressing along Buck’s spine disappeared. “Should I stop?”
“No, uh, I was – I was just thinking about how sex, I’m usually scolded for laughing, and – you praising me and telling me it was cute, it’s different. Good, really good, but different.”
“Mmm, been with people like that,” Tommy replied. “People that think sex is only serious and can’t be fun. As if it’s not something we do to feel good. And if laughing is part of it for you, like it is for me, then I have no problem with you laughing. You know, as long as you’re not being an asshole and laughing at me, that kind of thing.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I say every time!” Buck said, and he smiled back at Tommy. “Thanks for rescuing me tonight.”
“Anytime, baby,” Tommy said, and he kissed Buck as best as he could at the awkward angle. “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, please,” he replied, starting to reply before Tommy even finished his sentence.
“Good boy,” Tommy said, and his hand disappeared from where he had been rubbing circles into Buck’s ribs. It reappeared between their hips, taking hold of his cock so he could guide it between Buck’s cheeks and press his cockhead right against Buck’s entrance. Tommy eased in and the stretch of him inside of Buck was exquisite. He loved Eddie, loved his husband for everything he was, but he was overly cautious about prepping Buck to the point that it didn’t burn at all, and Buck liked the burn of it, of feeling his partner stretch him open, feeling like they were all there was left in the world. Eddie hated to hurt him, having seen him at his lowest during his recovery, but sometimes it was the only thing that could satisfy him.
“ Ah,” Buck whimpered.
“Okay?”
“Keep going, want it.”
Tommy grunted his assent and sank deeper into Buck until he was seated inside of him to the base, and Buck felt as if he were going to burst with how full he felt.
“ Oh my god ,” he breathed. “Fucking massive .”
“Are you good? Do you need a minute?”
“No, I’m - I’m good, just, so fucking, you’re so big, Daddy.”
Tommy groaned and grinded minutely against Buck, the movement perfect, drawing the softest sound of surrender from Buck. It was enough encouragement to spur Tommy to start to move in earnest, drawing out and pushing back in sharp and testing at first. Buck whined and pushed back into each.
“Tell me what you want,” Tommy said, his voice rough but so delicious.
“Fuck, fuck me, please.”
“Mmm, tell me.”
“Hard, fast, deep, I want it so rough it’s a little worrisome to anyone else,” he gasped.
“Okay, and what do you say to get that?”
“Please?”
“That’s right. Good boy,” Tommy said, and took hold of Buck’s hips, hands tight as vices to keep him in place. He eased his way into what Buck wanted, starting with gentle, deep thrusts, pulling Buck back into each wave of movement, before he transitioned harder and then faster, the push and pull of his body against Buck’s fluid and confident. Buck reached out and grabbed the headboard to keep himself from scooting away from Tommy, pushing against it so he stayed near him, not wanting to be separated. He wanted Tommy close, so close, holding him in place and pressing him down.
“C’m down ‘ere,” he muttered, and Tommy laid out over him without argument, blanketing him perfectly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anything for my baby,” Tommy said, one hand holding himself up off Buck against the mattress while the other stayed on Buck’s hip. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me, Evan. Fucking perfect hole for me.”
“All, all for you,” Buck agreed. “Belongs - holy shit, right, right there, don’t stop.”
Tommy nuzzled his shoulder, panting into Buck’s sweat-tacky skin, and moaned as he continued to fuck deep into Buck. The room echoed the slap and slurp of each thrust, and Buck was sure this had to be heaven. This kind of sex, hard and fast and dirty, something straight out of a porno, it was the only thing he’d been craving for years. In the middle of it, he couldn’t even remember why he hadn’t been having it, why he’d been deprived, but he knew that he couldn’t go without again. No, he wanted to live in this bed with Tommy. The rest of the world could end, and he’d be alright because Tommy Kinard had him laid out in bed, fucking him with his big cock, until he was a whimpering mess underneath him.
“ Tommy ,” he breathed, and Tommy nipped his neck. “I'm so close, so – fuck, please, touch me.”
“Where?”
“Fuck, you know where.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Ah-fuck, okay, okay, please, touch my cock, please. I’m so close, I just, I just need -”
“Mm, I have a better idea,” Tommy teased, and he touched Buck, but not his cock. Instead, his massive hand grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up off the mattress. The pressure on his throat, constricting his airway, forcing him into a new position, Buck forgot to exist for a moment. He forgot he was a person in a body, and not a bundle of pleasure points being worked so expertly. He simply was the singing heat and electricity in his veins, in his bones, down to the space between his cells, all made up of pleasure and arousal and every good sensation in the world. He forgot his name, and he forgot his aches, and he forgot the weight of his existence, and instead, he could just be baby. He could just be what Daddy wanted from him, wanted to give him.
Tommy squeezed his throat tighter on a particular deep thrust that lit up his prostate, and he was gone. Whatever was left of his consciousness shattered, and he cried out in bliss, the ecstasy of the moment unable to be contained. Tommy worked him through his orgasm, keeping them moving in rhythmic waves, and Buck whimpered as he came down from his high.
“Keep going,” he said before Tommy could stop, voice rough like broken glass. “Want, want you to keep fucking me.”
“Are you sure, it could -”
“Please, Daddy. Want more.”
The words were barely coherent, spoken from a primal need in his belly, wanting Tommy to fill him with his cum.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Tommy said, before he laid Buck gently back down on the mattress, releasing his throat so Buck could breathe. “So good for Daddy.”
Tommy pressed a gentle, sweet kiss into Buck’s ear before pushing himself up and starting to move inside of him again, his tactic changed from the hard, fast thrusts and switching to long, deep strokes that drew the best noises Buck had ever heard. They were low and guttural, animal noises as he fucked into the hole in front of him, chasing his own high even as Buck whimpered and whined from the continued stimulation against his prostate, his body trembling and his cock trying so desperately to get hard. It felt perfect, though, to be used, to have someone inside of him taking their pleasure from his body without care, his comfort discarded for their need. He hadn’t ever been able to really play with the dynamic before, especially since he rarely came first with Eddie and his girlfriends before him weren’t into fucking him, but Tommy was providing him the perfect taste of it, and it was good . God, he loved this feeling. He loved it so much, he couldn’t imagine going back to vanilla sex. How could he when Tommy pounding his cock inside of Buck after he was already spent and exhausted, using his body as if he were just a sex doll, was so delicious?
“ Daddy ,” he breathed, and he could feel the edge of a second – technically third, he supposed – orgasm creeping in, even though his cock lay soft between his spread legs. “I’m gonna come again.”
Tommy wordlessly grunted in return but shifted his thrusts, nailing Buck’s prostate with dead aim again and again. His body shuddered, and his hands shook, and he should ask Tommy to stop but it was too good, too good, so fucking good, and he didn’t know if he were speaking or crying, but Tommy leaned into him.
“You’re okay, you can take it,” Tommy said. “Little bit more, baby boy. Little bit longer, you can do it. Daddy’s so close, and I’m going to fill your ass up with my cum, don’t worry. You just have to take a little more.”
“Want, want -” was all Buck managed to say, and Tommy let out a growl in his ear.
“Hottest fucking ass I’ve ever had,” Tommy told him, and the compliment glowed inside him even if words were slipping. “Best little hole I’ve ever fucked. Want to keep you in bed all the time and just fuck your brains out, tie you down, use you whenever I need. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You just want to be a little sex slave for me, wearing nothing and laying – fuck – laying in my bed, just waiting for when I’ll come in and use your holes however I want.”
Buck pushed back into his thrusts, desperate for more, and Tommy chuckled.
“Yeah, my baby’s such a little cock slut, doesn’t even need to get hard, just wants to be filled, don’t you?”
Buck nodded quickly, agreeing to whatever Tommy said, regardless of what he was saying.
“Can you come for me, baby? Can you come again for Daddy? Show me how much you like getting fucked?”
Something about the request, the earnest tone in his words, it sparked the explosion in Buck’s belly, and while he had practically no cum to give, he came just the same, body tensing and loud, nearly braying moans escaping his throat, and he gripped the blanket below him in his fists. In return, he felt Tommy freeze up, laid out over top of him, thrusting wildly without care of either of them, just to feel the friction of where they were joined, and then the warmth of his cum spilling into Buck in waves. Buck closed his eyes as he came down, a harsher drop somehow, whatever energy he had simply gone.
“Fuck,” Tommy murmured after a long minute. “Holy shit, Evan.”
Buck chuckled, peeking open an eye, “yeah, that was -”
“That was incredible,” Tommy finished for him. “How do you feel?”
“ So good. Satisfied,” he answered with a smile. Tommy held his hip as he pulled out to start cleaning them up; Buck didn’t mean to make the noise of discontent he did, it slipped out of him before he could help it.
“I know,” Tommy said. “I’m not going far, baby. I’m gonna clean you up, and then we can lay down together.”
“Oh, I get cuddles?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course. I’m not going to let you just go home without some kind of aftercare, and my favorite kind is cuddles, personally. Maybe some massages, feeding you snacks, whatever.”
“You’re really good at this,” Buck commented as Tommy helped him move off his knees and onto his back, avoiding the wet spot he’d made on the comforter. “How’d I get quite so lucky with you? You were just a random guy at the club, and now, I think I’m in love with you, Tommy Kinard.”
Tommy laughed and kissed him softly, chaste and then gone, before he climbed out of bed and walked, on unsteady legs, into an attached bathroom. He was gone only moments before he returned with a damp washcloth that he used to clean Buck’s belly, cock, and then, carefully, between his cheeks with a soft coo to settle Buck when he groaned.
“You were such a good boy for me, though,” Tommy said. “You listened so well. You told me exactly what you wanted. You were honest with me.”
Buck couldn’t hide his blush, not as naked as he was, but Tommy didn’t seem to mind it, instead leaning over to kiss Buck’s cheek and then down his neck and to the flush on his chest.
“Did you have a good time, baby? Anything you didn’t like?”
“It was great,” Buck said. “Like, I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Really? Not a single thing?” Tommy asked. “You’re not just saying that to be nice to me?”
“No, no, trust me, I’m not one to hide my complaints. You get an A-plus for that performance, extra credit even,” he replied, and he let out a slow growing yawn and blinked at Tommy like a lazy, satisfied cat. “No, really, I wouldn’t change anything about that. The pet names, the overstimulation, the dirty talk, everything about it, it’s like you live in my fantasies.”
Tommy pulled the comforter off the bed and dropped it into a laundry basket, replacing it with something clean before climbing into bed beside him. He kissed Buck then, slower, without the rush of orgasms impending, no destination, like a lazy Sunday afternoon drive through a summer sunshine countryside. He sighed into Buck’s mouth and then pulled back.
“So, liked it enough to do it again sometime?” Tommy asked.
“Oh, absolutely. I don’t think I’ve ever had three orgasms in a row, and you just – you did that without trying. How’d you do that?”
Tommy shrugged before he pulled Buck into his chest, so they were curled together in the middle of the bed.
“Liked seeing you come, that’s all,” he said. “I didn’t even know the last one could happen until you said you were close, and then it became a challenge.”
“Can you teach my husband how to do that?”
“Sure, bring him over some time, I’ll fuck him, too.”
A laugh bubbled up out of Buck and he buried himself in Tommy.
“I don’t have to leave tonight, do I?” he asked. “I don’t think I could get home on my own. My knees don’t work yet.”
“You’re more than welcome to sleep here and I can take you home in the morning after I make us breakfast.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Buck replied. “I’d really, really like that. Especially if you’re making pancakes.”
“I can make you pancakes,” Tommy laughed, and he ran his hands over Buck’s skin, soothing him and lulling him into a sense of security against him. Buck hummed to himself and rubbed his face into Tommy’s chest, taking in the way he smelled and how his body felt against Buck’s. He hadn’t had someone the same size as him before, so it felt nice to have someone to lean against who wouldn’t complain that he was too heavy or that he was crushing them. “I’m really glad I met you tonight, Evan.”
“Me, too,” Buck replied, already drifting off, his body relaxing all over and his mind going blissfully blank, the comfort of being held easing him right off to sleep.
“Goodnight, baby. I’ll wake you up when pancakes are ready in the morning.”