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“You should probably take him to bed.”
Buck wasn’t the only one surprised by Eddie’s statement. Chris laughed and Abuela swatted him with the back of her hand with a hissed-out: “Eddito.”
It took Eddie’s hangover-hurt brain a while to process what he’d said. Buck watched it happen. “Oh, no, uh.” He motioned towards Tommy, who’d practically fallen asleep the moment he’d found a space on a wall wide enough for him to lean against. “You should drive him home and put him to sleep. In a bed. That’s what I meant.”
Warmth spread through Buck’s chest as he looked at Tommy.
The man had attended a bachelor party while on call, he’d only left after he was called in (despite how bored he’d been – hindsight was a thing Buck had and he knew he’d gotten inside his head), he’d kept Buck updated through texts, and then went straight to Buck instead of heading back with his team to the station after they dropped off their rescues at the hospital.
He’d done more to assure Buck that he was interested in him in the span of eighteen hours than any partner Buck had ever had.
Really, Buck had had no choice but to kiss him when he saw him.
Taking him to bed, be it for rest or sex, was a great idea.
“You’re right,” Buck agreed, but before he could head over to his date (Bobby was, thankfully, keeping a close eye on Tommy, ever the Captain), Jee ran into his leg.
She was the cutest being on the planet, Buck had decided long ago, and he couldn’t help but scoop her up when she blinked up at him.
“Hey, Jee,” he said as he propped her up on his hip.
She held out a packet of baby wipes. “Mama said this is for Uncle Buck,” she said but snatched them back when Buck reached for them.
“Oh?”
“For the soot,” Eddie explained.
Honestly, Buck couldn’t have thought of a better way to come out to the rest of his friends and family. When he’d had his fill of kissing Tommy in the lobby, Tommy had laughed and had told him that there was no misunderstanding what they’d done. Buck didn’t see an issue with it, he was happy and bi and proud and was ready for his loved ones to know it.
“Of course,” Buck said and braced himself as Jee tore a wipe out so she could clean him up. “Thank you.”
She squirmed out of his arms when she was done, and Buck would’ve been okay with the work she did, except Eddie waited until she was out of sight before he finished her job with a napkin instead.
“Now you’re good.”
Buck just rolled his eyes. He patted Chris on the head, leant in for a kiss to Abuela’s cheek, and did a quick round of farewells before he returned to Tommy’s side. He was gentle with him, having learnt long ago from Eddie how to wake an army vet, and led him out to the Jeep, hand in hand.
It was surreal holding Tommy’s massive hand in his. All his life, he’d been the bigger partner. The only exception had been his first girlfriend, back when he was thirteen, and all they’d done was hold hands, but her hands weren’t like Tommy’s. They weren’t large and rough and warm. They’d been skinny and cold and he’d always manage to stab himself with her longer nails whenever he reached for her hand. Nothing quite fit when you were thirteen, but thirty-something Buck fit quite well with Tommy.
Tommy was conscious enough that he apologised for getting the Jeep’s seat dirty, which was sweet. Buck couldn’t have cared less, he had to clean the car out fortnightly because soot and dirt always managed to survive showers and a change of clothes, but it was a sweet notion nonetheless, and started to drive him to his station in silence.
Just as Tommy had said, the fire had been a beast and Buck knew how exhausting it was to fight a fire for a whole night and into the day. The last thing he wanted was to add to Tommy’s exhaustion by forcing him to talk.
That was until Tommy put his hand on Buck’s when he dropped it down to the middle console when they stopped at a red light.
“Tell me about the wedding,” Tommy yawned and Buck turned to stare at him for a moment.
“Huh?”
Tommy apologised around another yawn and tried again, like Buck hadn’t understood him the first time. “Tell me about the wedding.”
“Really? You don’t wanna, I dunno, snooze?”
His hand squeezed his, even as his eyes struggled to stay open to look at Buck. “Evan, I want to hear you talk to me.”
“O-oh?”
“I like it when you talk. You were too stressed at the party and we haven’t had a chance all day, so tell me how it went from a seaside manor to the hospital.”
Buck had messaged him during the day about how they’d lost Chim and how Maddie had been a badass bride taking over Dispatch to find her groom, and how Athena had sent her fluffle of officers out to track Chim down. He’d kept him updated when Hen had diagnosed Chim without even seeing him, and had even sent him a quick message about how scared he was because his quick Google search of encephalitis had sent him down a spiral.
Buck had thought his texts throughout the day would’ve bothered him, but he’d seen that each one had been read, however many hours apart whenever Tommy was given a rest, and Tommy still wanted to hear him talk about it?
“You’re too good to me,” Buck said before his mouth could stop it and Tommy huffed out a laugh.
“Because I want you to talk to me?”
Turning his eyes back to the road when the light changed was difficult because he didn’t want to stop looking at Tommy.
But he did, and he filed the sound of Tommy yawning again somewhere behind his heart because he was exhausted and he still wanted Buck around, which was more than most people gave him, so he drove and talked at the same time until Tommy’s replies were little more than sleepy ‘hms’.
They arrived at the station before Tommy could completely nod off.
“I’ll wait,” Buck said softly, making Tommy give him a questioning look as he perked up. Buck laughed. “Tommy, I’m not letting you drive yourself home. Go in, get showered. I saw a 7/11 back there – I’ll go grab myself a Gatorade. Still feeling a little dried out from all the tequila last night.”
Tommy looked relieved. He sighed and leant in over the console for a kiss, just a quick one compared to what had happened in the hospital. “Lucy’s probably gonna be around. I told her I was off to Howie’s wedding, but I didn’t tell her about you.”
Buck kissed him. “I don’t mind if she finds out.”
“Oh, I only brought her up because when I mentioned I was hanging around with the one-eighteen again, she told me what you two got up to after a few drinks.”
“Ah.” Buck swallowed a little nervously. “I was incredibly drunk. It really wasn’t a thing.”
“Unlike us?”
That warmth from before blossomed again, right in his chest. Under his sternum somewhere near where he’d stored the sound of Tommy’s yawn. “Yeah.” He sounded a little breathless even to himself. “Unlike us.”
Tommy gave him another kiss, one that was a little longer than the pecks, but sweeter. They clambered out of the Jeep after that – Tommy heading straight to the station while Buck crossed the street.
By the time Buck returned, Lucy was waiting for him.
“I thought this was yours,” she grinned, patting the Jeep. “What brings you to my side of town?”
He couldn’t help but smile back at her. She looked good and happy. “Hi Lucy. I, uh, brought Tommy back from the hospital.”
She nodded, leaning against his Jeep. “Oh yeah, I heard about him being dropped off for Chimney’s wedding. Was anyone surprised they got married in a hospital?”
“Not even my parents,” Buck laughed.
“But they’re happy?”
“Happily married, at last. And Chim’s doing well, despite the encephalitis.”
Lucy laughed at that. “If anyone was gonna catch viral encephalitis in time for their wedding day, it’d be Chim. Gotta say I am a bit disappointed, though. All the boys were saying Tommy was heading to the wedding as a date. I figured the guy who has him grinning at his phone all day would be the one bringing him back – I was looking forward to meeting him. Or at least teasing him.”
Buck’s heart fluttered. Tommy smiled at his phone because of him? If Buck hadn’t been so enchanted by that, he’d probably find it cute.
“Oh my God.”
His face must’ve shown the butterflies he was feeling in his tummy, because Lucy’s smile screamed that she’d figured it out. “About that…”
“You’re the new boyfriend?”
Boyfriend. Boyfriend.
That felt good. They hadn’t talked about it, they’d barely had two successful dates, but he wanted that title when the time was right. He wanted to be Tommy’s boyfriend and wanted Tommy to be his.
“It’s-it’s been, like, two dates, we haven’t defined things yet,” Buck said, feeling his face flush. “But, yeah. He was there. As my date.” He said that with giddy joy.
“Good for you. Tommy’s a great guy. We’ve been waiting far too long to see him find a man who makes him happy.” And Buck wanted to be that for Tommy, he wanted it so very much. “Which means that we will all kill you if you upset him. Break his heart and Harbour will break your neck. Just so you know.”
Buck didn’t get a chance to respond. Someone called out to Lucy to warn her about being late. She thumped him on the shoulder a little harder than he was expecting and dashed off to the hangar.
Tommy ambled out in his civvies not too long afterwards – Buck had only gotten through half of his Gatorade.
“I am so sorry; Lucy’s outed you to the whole team,” Tommy groaned, though still leaned in for a kiss when Buck tipped his face up just so. It warmed him from his lips to his toes that already all he had to do to get a smooch from the incredibly handsome Tommy Kinard was give him a certain look. “I’m guessing you don’t mind.” He certainly didn’t mind the way Tommy’s hands found his hips, the way his thumbs brushed over his waist.
“Your house is your family. Why wouldn’t I be okay with your people knowing that I’m…that we’re us?”
Tommy sighed and kissed Buck again. “I am too tired to dissect that, but I’ve heard it and we will discuss it after I sleep for, like, twelve hours.” He pulled back to yawn. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. Let’s – did you shower?”
“Too tired.”
“Okay. Let’s get you back to my place, into the shower, then into bed.”
He was awake enough to give Buck a flirty little smile, one that worked all too well. “Oh yeah? You want me in your shower and your bed?”
“No offence, but preferably in that order. I am proud to say that I am into the whole masculine, smelling of sweat and fire thing, like you make it incredibly sexy, but I just changed my sheets.”
Tommy sheepishly lifted the collar of his shirt to tuck his nose and take a whiff of himself. “Yeah. I get that. Good choice.”
The drive to Buck’s loft was similar to the drive to Harbour – Buck chatting while Tommy let out little noises that were either confirmations that Tommy was listening, or close to sleeping.
“Bathroom’s in here,” Buck directed once he had Tommy in his loft, leaning into the room just long enough to switch on the light. “Feel free to use anything in the caddy. I’ll go get you a fresh t…”
Watching Tommy strip his shirt blue-screened Buck’s brain and mouth into silence. He’d known Tommy was a big guy, of course he had, but seeing him shirtless in his own home was different to hugging him in a karaoke booth or bumping into him on a basketball court.
It was sexier than it had any right to be. Sure, he’d done it slowly like the world’s tamest strip-tease, but Buck suspected that was purely because his arms were so tired.
Tommy passed Buck then, heading into the bathroom to put his shirt on the bench, right beside where Buck’s toothbrush and toothpaste live, which made Buck (prematurely; absolutely, one-hundred percent prematurely) think about Tommy’s toothbrush (not the spare Buck will scrounge up from the cupboards) in the toothbrush holder next to Buck’s and his hair products joining Buck’s on the bench, which made his eyes dart to Tommy’s curls, which made him think that he didn’t have any product for curls because he’d never known what to use when he was younger, so he’d taken the easy route of blow-drying his hair straight and styling it away from his face…
“You have soot in your hair.”
“At the very least. It’s disgusting.”
“Guess you’ll have to wash it then. Just, you know, thinking of my pillows.”
And Tommy.
He was also thinking of Tommy.
Specifically, Tommy naked and wet and looking a little bit like Hugh Jackman in that scene from the X-Men movie that came out when Buck was eighteen, which had caused him to feel a way he hadn’t understood until that very moment.
“...I don’t think I can lift my arms for that long. Just taking my shirt off was a struggle…”
“I’m aware. If only you had something here tall enough to help you out.”
The line came out considerably smoother than Buck had expected.
“Are you offering to wash my hair for me?”
“If you’re okay with that. I mean, we’ve been on, like, two dates – if you think showering together is too soon…” Buck’s suggestion was cut off short with a kiss.
“Showering with you sounds perfect. Can pretty much guarantee that it’ll only be a shower. Doubt I have the energy to get it up.”
Buck let his eyes roam Tommy’s chest before he grabbed his hips. “Such is my curse for dating an older guy.”
“I can and will happily spank the brat out of you.” It would have sounded more threatening (and fun) if it hadn’t been for the jaw-achingly-wide yawn he let out. “After a nap.”
Buck had to laugh. He used his grip on Tommy’s hips to steer him deeper into the bathroom, dodging around him to turn on the hot water. “Shower first.”
He paused again when he turned back around and saw Tommy so close. Tommy was fucking gorgeous. He was broad and masculine and hairy and scarred and smudged with dirt and soot – there was just so much of him that Buck simply stared at every inch of skin available to him.
“See something you like?” Tommy teased.
“You’re beautiful. How didn’t I know?”
Tommy paused with his hands on his belt. “That I’m…?”
“That I’m into men.”
“Do you really want me to ruin the moment with words like ‘heteronormativity’ and the history of…”
It was Buck’s turn to silence him with a kiss. “You’re right. I don’t want that right now. I want to see you naked and wet.”
“Good choice. Good fucking choice.”
Their hands worked together to remove Tommy’s jeans and underwear. Buck unashamedly ate the sight up.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume that I could just…touch.”
Tommy’s laugh was low but sounded tired. Buck thought he could stare at his crow’s feet forever.
“I am never gonna turn down having a sexy man touch me. Just don’t get too offended if I don’t rise to the occasion.”
So Buck stepped into Tommy’s space and let his hands wander over his chest, arms, belly, and thighs.
Tommy kissed Buck soundly, his own hands caressing Buck’s body, and what an incredible feeling that was, having those large, warm hands on him.
Buck could have stood there for hours exploring Tommy’s body and mouth if it hadn’t been for Tommy’s exhaustion. He had to break the kiss with another yawn, one that he tried to stifle into Buck’s shoulder before pressing a kiss there. “I really need that shower and nap.”
“Yeah, okay big guy. Hop on in. I’ll just grab another towel.”
And Buck had every intention to be quick about it, but he watched Tommy turn and get into the shower, he watched Tommy’s muscular back and counted the tiny moles there and appreciated how broad he was. He eyed his arse and thick, hairy thighs in absolute awe over his masculinity.
Tommy might’ve been too tired to get hard, but Buck was not, especially as Tommy let out a deep, satisfied groan the moment he stepped under the spray.
“This is perfect,” Tommy told him. “The only way it’s getting any better is if an incredibly gorgeous man was in here.”
“There’s already an incredibly gorgeous man in there.”
“Evan.”
God, Buck was smitten. He dashed away to grab another towel and returned in time to see Tommy rinse soap suds off his body, looking like some kind of Greek god.
Buck stripped off the rest of his clothes and joined Tommy perhaps faster than he’d ever gotten into the shower.
His eagerness got a laugh out of Tommy, who pulled him in for another deep kiss, his hands cupping Buck’s face while Buck’s found the dip in his lower back, right above the swell of his arse. He soaked in the feeling of Tommy’s wet and naked body against his own, feeling his cock harden even as Tommy’s stayed soft.
“I am so sorry,” Tommy said with another yawn. “If I could, I would.”
Buck kissed the cleft in his chin, just because he could. “You have nothing to apologise for. C’mon, turn around. Let me wash your hair.”
Tommy turned under the spray, giving Buck another look at what was quickly becoming one of Buck’s favourite views.
“Hey,” Buck said as he reached for the shampoo. “Totally unrelated to anything we’re currently doing, but how do you feel about ass-eating?”
A bark of laughter burst from Tommy. “Unrelated, huh?”
“I may be having certain thoughts.”
“Well, I genuinely enjoy both eating ass and having my ass eaten.”
“Good to know.”
He got to work on Tommy’s hair, giving his head a quick massage while he was at it. Experience taught him that the first wash was never enough, so after he’d rinsed, he applied a second round of shampoo. Tommy seemed to expect it.
“Conditioner?”
“No need.” Tommy turned around and pulled Buck in close to give him a sweet kiss. “You’re gorgeous,” Tommy said, almost sighing it out. His hands felt so good on Buck’s hips, so big and encompassing. God, Buck couldn’t wait to have Tommy fuck him, to know what it was like to have Tommy on him and over him and balls deep inside of him.
How could he have not realised for so long that he was attracted to men?
They kept it PG for the rest of the evening, wandering out of the shower after the water started to turn cold. Buck gave Tommy some clothes to sleep in and ushered him upstairs while Buck got their sooty clothes into the washer-dryer and set it so it’d run the wash and dry cycle while they slept.
By the time he made it upstairs, Tommy was completely out of it. He’d chosen the side Buck didn’t sleep on, which Buck immediately ticked off in his head as a bonus. Sliding in beside him felt so natural that Buck felt comfortable straight away.
-
“Good morning.”
Buck could get used to that deep voice in his ear first thing when he woke up.
“Good morning,” Buck agreed and greeted. He rolled over to face Tommy and found him just as gorgeous ad he’d left him. “Sleep well?”
“Could’ve slept longer. But the wake up is turning out to be pretty good. Emphasis on the pretty.”
That started a laugh out of Buck.
“Oh my God, that was…”
“As bad as the fake mouth static.”
“I didn’t know it could get worse. You’re a super cool firefighter pilot. How are you also such a massive dork?”
God, he was so smitten.
“Being in bed with pretty men makes my brain mush and my dick hard. It’s just how I function.”
“Oh? D-dick hard?”
“Mm. When I’m not asleep on my feet.”
“Which you’re not. Right now. So are you…?”
“Hard? Are you calling yourself pretty, Evan?”
“Well, no…”
“Well you should, because my brain is mush and my dick is hard and you are really very pretty.”
Oh.
Fuck yes.
Buck nearly lunged to kiss Tommy, full of eagerness and excitement. He had no clue what the end game was gonna be for the morning – handjobs, blowjobs, anal? – but he was ready for it.
Tommy laughed into the kiss but pulled Buck closer, and Buck liked that so much. He liked having a partner who could push and pull him around before he had muscles that bigger than the average person.
He also really liked Tommy’s confidence as Tommy ran a massive hand down Buck’s back and flank to grab him behind the knee and hitch his leg over Tommy’s hip, giving Tommy the space to push his leg between Buck’s thighs. They were cock-to-cock through their pants, grinding against each other and it felt amazing.
Buck took the chance to touch Tommy everywhere he could. Hands squeezed biceps and thighs and arse cheeks, while lips kissed lips and cheeks and chins.
It was nice, but not enough.
“On top, please,” Buck found himself begging. “Please get on top of me.”
He wanted to feel the full weight of Tommy on top of him, wanted to know what it felt like to have his legs wrapped around Tommy’s thick body, and Tommy, fuck, was all too eager to give him exactly what he wanted.
Tommy took just a moment to strip them both before he moved Buck onto his back and slipped between Buck’s thighs, which opened up for him so fucking easily.
And it was so much better than Buck could have ever imagined.
Tommy was a unit of a man, broad and hard in all the spaces Buck’s previous lovers have been slim and soft. There was a thick, stiff cock pressed against his, his view was nothing but Tommy.
He was completely covered and it was bliss.
There was a part in the back of his brain, which somehow still functioned despite how little blood must’ve been there compared to his dick, that remembered how good weighted blankets were for people with anxiety. He could confirm – he would shout it from the rooftops – how incredible it felt to have a decent amount of weight covering you.
Having that added weight reach between the both of you to grab both of your cocks was an added bonus.
Buck arched into it and let go of Tommy’s shoulder only to slap at the bedside table.
“Lube,” he said, and would have been fascinated later with how he struggled with words. “Top drawer.”
Tommy seemed more calm than him as he reached over to pluck the tube from the drawer. Buck briefly lamented the loss of Tommy’s hand around his dick, but found himself moaning when it returned, perfectly slick and warm and big.
Fuck, if he had known how good handjobs were when given by hands so massive, he would have jumped into bed with men sooner.
But he hadn’t wanted other men; he’d wanted Tommy, and Tommy was what he was getting.
Every millimetre and milligram of big, beefy, firm Tommy Kinard.
Fuck, Buck was going to come embarrassingly quick.
He couldn’t help it, though. He had a truly gorgeous man on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress in a way that made his head fuzzy and his dick harder. His cock felt amazing against his, hot and slick, and so fucking hard – Buck wanted to taste it. Fuck, he really wanted to suck Tommy off. He was going to have that huge dick in him – in his mouth or arse, he didn’t care. He just wanted it.
He also wanted the little breathy noises Tommy made as he stroked their cocks together, so he kissed him and swallowed them up.
He wanted Tommy’s beautiful blue eyes on him, so he pleaded in between moans and groans for Tommy to look at him and found those beautiful blues darker, nothing but thin rings around pupils enlarged by arousal and want and desire – all for Buck.
And he wanted more.
So he reached down and squeezed at Tommy’s hand, tightening the grip he had while thrusting up into it, and he spilled thickly over their joint hands with a broken cry.
“I knew you’d be fucking beautiful when you come,” Tommy groaned and let go when Buck knocked his hand away gently because it was too much, he was too sensitive.
Tommy took it all in stride, angling his hips away from Buck’s softening cock so he could rub up against Buck’s hip and while that felt great, Buck wanted to give him more.
“Lemme…” He paused and swallowed because practically found himself drooling at the idea. “I wanna suck you off.”
Tommy had stopped moving the moment Buck had pushed against his chest – fuck, his hair felt so different against Buck’s palms – and only moved again to fondly shake his head. “Evan, you don’t have to.”
“Oh, I know. This is something I really want to do.”
“We have plenty of time. You don’t have to sample the full buffet of queer sex straight away.”
“I kind of feel like we’ve already sent the straight away. I mean, you literally just gave me the best handjob of my life.”
He got a roll of Tommy’s eyes for that, so he rolled them over, and, oh, Tommy looked just as good beneath him as he did over him.
Bonus.
“Now, can I please suck your dick, or are you gonna…”
“No, no. If you’re sure, feel free. Just…take it easy. Go slow. You don’t have to try, like, deepthroating or swallowing on your first go. It can be a lot.”
Buck looked down at Tommy’s erection. Yeah. He could clearly see that it was a lot. A little intimidated – surely the only ‘little’ thing about it.
But Buck was nothing if not someone who accepted crazy challenges, so he put his mouth to work, first with a deep and luxurious kiss to Tommy’s mouth, then a quick peck to the cleft of his chin, a nip to his Adam’s apple, a suckling kiss to his collarbone, which earnt him a swift swat of a spank to the meat of his arse.
That was interesting.
Buck chuckled against Tommy as he moved lower, pressing kisses to his skin under his wiry chest chair, and lapping and tasting his way to a nipple, which he latched on to.
“Fuck yeah,” Tommy sighed and cradled the back of Buck’s head, keeping him close. “Bite. Gently bite.”
God, Buck loved it when when people felt confident to tell him what to do and what they liked during sex. So he gently pulled the hardened nub between his teeth and bit down, soaking up the way Tommy’s breathing got that little bit heavier. He pinked and tweaked the other, then switched when Tommy’s hand let up on his head. The man certainly liked having his nipples bullied.
When he’d had his fill – Tommy’s chest was lovely and all, but it was not what he planned to suck on for too long – he kissed his way down Tommy’s body, delighted to be guided by a line of body hair.
Happy trail indeed.
He felt the tip of Tommy’s cock hit his chin before he nuzzled his way through Tommy’s pubes and finally lowered his head to take the crown into his mouth.
There had to be the basics to sucking cock. As the recipient of many blowjobs, Buck figured he knew them already. Lips tucked over teeth, tongue the underside, get it nice and wet, stroke what you couldn’t fit, don’t choke. He applied all of that, bobbing his head as he slurped and sucked at Tommy’s cock until he just stopped thinking and fucking enjoyed it.
Oh, he really fucking enjoyed it.
The taste of Tommy’s precome, the way Buck’s lips stretched, the ache in his jaw. The feeling of Tommy’s fingers curling in his hair like he desperately needed to hold on to something while Buck took him apart with his mouth. The sound of Tommy’s soft moans getting louder as Buck sucked harder, bobbed faster, squeezed tighter with his hand.
It all went to his cock, getting him hard again. Jesus, he liked sucking dick so much that he was hard again after already coming. He first started humping the bed, then shifted a little to start humping Tommy’s leg.
“How are you real?”
Buck blinked up at him and found Tommy staring down at him, over his heaving chest, with a look of awe on his face.
That almost felt like a challenge. The only expression he wanted Tommy to have was one of bliss.
So he doubled down, giving him what was probably the most sloppy, most enthusiastic blowjob of his life.
It didn’t take much longer after that.
He’d tasted his own come before. He wasn’t one of those guys who refused to kiss a lady after she went down on him, so he kinda knew what to expect.
Tommy’s come tasted better.
He swallowed every drop, feeling more than a little proud of himself, and crawled back up Tommy’s body. Tommy was so quick to kiss him and fist his cock again, treating Buck to another handjob that ended much quicker than the first.
Afterwards, they lay facing each other until their breathing slowed back down.
Tommy reached out to Buck’s hair again. “Are these curls?” he asked just as his stomach rumbled louder than Buck’s ever had.
They both paused. “When did we last eat?”
Tommy thought about it. “Pretty sure it was the wedding cake.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Buck rolled out of the bed and threw on his sweatpants. “How do you feel about eggs?”
“Love them.”
“Bacon?”
“Even better.”
“Hash browns?”
“Now you’re just spoiling me.”
That was something Buck really wanted to do. He wanted to spoil his man.
The thought made him feel warmer inside than he’d expected.
-
“You look happy.”
It felt like Eddie was pointing out the obvious at their next shift – Buck had never felt happier.
“Took your advice.”
“Oh?”
“Mm. Took Tommy to bed.”