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Buck’s elbow-deep in warm, soapy water, mechanically cleaning up the dishes from lunch, when he hears footsteps coming up the stairs behind him. Given that Buck is currently the only person in the firehouse since the rest of the team rolled out in the engines twenty minutes ago, Buck should maybe be a little concerned about someone approaching him while his back is turned – but he has a feeling he knows the identity of the unannounced visitor.
He’s proven right moments later when strong arms wrap around his middle from behind, pulling him flush against a solid chest at his back. A familiar kiss is pressed to the back of his neck, just above the collar of his shirt.
Immediately Buck’s sour mood starts to fade, and the corner of his mouth curves into a smile. “Did Eddie call you?”
The arms around him stiffen briefly, but then Tommy says casually, “What? I can’t drop by and surprise my boyfriend with a visit?”
“You can,” Buck concedes, reaching for a dish towel to dry his hands. “But I was coming over to your place tonight anyway, and I can’t help but notice you got here in almost the exact amount of time it would have taken if Eddie texted you just after Gerrard made me man behind.”
Tommy doesn’t deny it. Instead, he gently turns Buck around in his arms, and then takes the towel from him, tossing it on the counter. “What was it this time?” Tommy asks.
Buck scoffs. “Officially? I didn’t clean the engine well enough. But Captain Asshat said some bullshit to Hen about being surprised that ‘someone like her’ has lasted as long as she has, and I just couldn’t –” He feels his blood pressure spiking at the memory, and has to take a few calming breaths. “Anyway, I said how Hen’s one of the best paramedics I’ve ever seen, and, well.” Spreading his arms, Buck indicates the empty firehouse around him.
Tommy gives him that soft, sympathetic look that Buck loves so much and pulls him in for a hug. Sighing, Buck sinks into it, letting Tommy take his weight. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Tommy murmurs, rubbing up and down Buck’s spine.
“’S not your fault,” Buck mutters.
“Yeah, but I know how awful Gerrard can be.” Tommy brushes a kiss across Buck’s temple. “Now come on, I’m trying to make you feel better here.”
“Mmm, you’re doing great so far.”
Buck turns his head and tips his chin up, clearly angling for a kiss. Tommy obliges, pressing their mouths together sweetly, and the last of the tension drains out of Buck’s body. What little annoyance he felt at Eddie having called Tommy in to cheer him up disappears. He’s wanted Tommy to come visit him at the firehouse since they started dating – join them for a family meal – but with Bobby still fighting to get reinstated, this is the next best thing.
Gerrard isn’t here so Buck doesn’t have to worry about his disapproving glower, but Buck almost wishes Gerrard were here, seeing this – Buck unashamedly kissing his boyfriend. Maybe it would give the old bastard a heart attack.
Tommy goes to pull back, but Buck isn’t ready to let him go just yet. He brings one hand up to the side of Tommy’s neck, keeping him in place. Tommy lets out a little appreciative hum – very similar to the noise he made in the hospital lobby at Maddie and Chim’s impromptu wedding when Buck pounced on him – and Buck feels a shudder go through his entire body. He tries to press closer, teasing his tongue along the seam of Tommy’s mouth.
This time, Tommy does successfully pull away. “Really, Evan?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “In the kitchen?”
“Maybe not the kitchen,” Buck allows. “But Gerrard did want me to clean every inch of the station while I’m stuck here, so I should probably give his office a once-over. Just to be thorough.”
He grabs Tommy’s hand and drags him down the stairs to the main level. First, though, they have to make a quick detour to the locker room. With his free hand, Buck fishes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up his text thread with Eddie.
Buck
You guys still at that car accident?
The typing bubbles appear almost immediately. Buck briefly panics that that means Eddie’s in the engine on the way back to the station and he won’t have time for his brilliant plan, but then Eddie’s message comes through.
Eddie
Yeah. Big pile-up, we’ll probably be here a while
Buck
Good 😈
Eddie
…I’m guessing Tommy’s there
Snickering to himself, Buck releases Tommy’s hand so he can open his locker. He rifles through his bag until he finds his toiletry bag – and thank goodness he was already planning on going over to Tommy’s tonight, because he doesn’t usually bring lube and condoms with him to work, but he might have to start. He turns around, stuffing both items into his pocket, feeling a little manic.
Tommy stares at him, apparently unable to decide if he should be scandalized or intrigued. “Evan.”
“Eddie said they’re going to be busy for a while.” Buck starts backing up out of the locker room, his heart fluttering pleasantly when Tommy immediately follows him, an amused smile on his lips. “When’s the next time we’re going to have this chance?”
“You texted Eddie to make sure you’d have time to jump me?”
“Hey, he started this by telling you to come check on me.”
Buck leads them across the app bay to Bobby’s office – he still thinks of it as Bobby’s office, Gerrard just a temporary interloper while Bobby fights through a surprising amount of red tape at City Hall for a decorated captain – and internally fist pumps when he finds the door unlocked. Opening the door, he sweeps his arm towards the empty room, motioning for Tommy to enter first.
“So chivalrous,” Tommy says with a smirk.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Buck shoves Tommy back against it, swallowing the surprised oof that’s punched out of him. This time, Tommy graciously allows Buck to shove his tongue down his throat, and Buck goes from zero to sixty as fast as Tommy lets him, sinking his hands into Tommy’s hair. Gerrard would absolutely hate this, the two of them making out hot and heavy in his command centre of douchebaggery. That thought alone sends a dirty thrill through Buck’s entire body. If Gerrard got even a whiff of what they’re about to do, he might have an aneurysm and drop dead on the spot.
Buck slides his hands down Tommy’s back and slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans to grab a handful of that gorgeous ass. Tugging Tommy close, he encourages him to start a dirty grind. Tommy makes that pleased mmm sound again and it drives Buck a little wild. He plasters his chest to Tommy’s, pressing him more into the door, even as it puts uncomfortable pressure on his knuckles. Tommy’s hands land on Buck’s waist, and Buck can feel the heat of him through his uniform. He doesn’t try to take control, though; he just lets Buck take him apart against the door.
With one last, lingering kiss, Buck pulls away, taking in the sight before him. Tommy looks a little dazed, his hair in disarray, his mouth red and swollen. Buck feels a fierce flash of pride. He did that; he’s the one who made Tommy’s cool composure slip.
Buck reaches for Tommy’s belt. “God, I can’t wait to have you inside me,” he mutters.
He manages to get the belt unbuckled before Tommy’s brain seemingly comes back online and he grabs ahold of Buck’s wrists, rudely stopping his quest to get rid of the pants. “Evan, what are you doing?”
“Did you not see me grab the lube and condoms?” Buck asks. “What did you think I brought us in here for?”
Tommy lets out a disbelieving laugh. “To jerk each other off? Maybe some light fingering?”
“Tommy.” Buck gives him his most serious expression. “I want you to fuck me on his desk.”
Eyes flashing with heat, Tommy slides his hands from Buck’s wrists, up his arms to toy with the collar of his shirt. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you where anyone could walk in and see you? You’re that much of a cockslut that you’ll let me bend you over the desk and take you right here?”
A shudder runs through Buck’s body, and his grip tightens on Tommy’s waist involuntarily. Tommy’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “Okay,” Tommy says, voice slightly husky. “We’re talking about that later.”
“So is that a yes?” Buck asks hopefully.
Tommy’s cocky smile falters. He’s still clearly a little surprised that Buck is serious about doing this here, in the firehouse, but Buck doesn’t get the feeling that Tommy’s absolutely opposed to the idea. If Tommy really isn’t comfortable, Buck will drop it – no harm, no foul – but it seems like Tommy just might need a little push to go from theoretical dirty talk to the real deal.
“Come on,” Buck goads. “You’ve never literally wanted to say fuck you to Gerrard?” And then he dives back in for Tommy’s mouth.
“I didn’t. Picture. Doing it. Quite. Like this,” Tommy murmurs between kisses. But his fingers are digging into the meat of Buck’s shoulders, keeping him close.
Buck fists his own hands in the front of Tommy’s shirt and walks them backwards towards the desk. When his legs hit the edge of the desk, something tips over and falls to the floor with a thump. Buck breaks the kiss to look at what he knocked over, his face twisting into a grimace when he sees it’s some sort of paperweight award for years Gerrard has served in the LAFD.
Tommy follows his gaze, then tuts sharply. “Don’t think about him,” Tommy says, reaching around to grab Buck’s ass and give him a squeeze. “Think about me.”
With that, he lifts Buck up like he weighs nothing and deposits him on the desk. Buck exhales a shuddering moan at the easy manhandling, and immediately hooks his ankles around the backs of Tommy’s legs. Apparently over his qualms about getting dirty in the firehouse, Tommy reels him back in for a bruising kiss. He sucks Buck’s bottom lip into his mouth, biting none-too-gently, and then starts working on the buttons of Buck’s uniform shirt. As soon as his shirt is open, Tommy shoves Buck’s undershirt up to his armpits and starts running his hands – big hands, Buck thinks dizzily – all over Buck’s torso. A sudden rush of urgency has Buck squirming on the desk.
“Tommy,” Buck gasps, tipping his head back so Tommy can bite at his jaw. “Fuck, Tommy, please –”
“Please what?” Tommy mutters as he nips Buck’s ear.
“Stop – ah – teasing.”
“But you make it so much fun,” Tommy counters, punctuating his statement by taking one of Buck’s nipples between his thumb and index finger and pinching.
Buck tries to glare at him, but he’s only able to hold the expression for a second before Tommy pinches again and his eyes roll to the back of his head. As much as he would love to have Tommy spend hours slowly unravelling him, they can’t spend all day in here. Gerrard will be back eventually, and Buck doesn’t want to press his luck and risk getting fired again.
He grabs Tommy’s face and pulls him in for a kiss. “Babe, we don’t have all day.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the lube and condoms, and shoves them into Tommy’s hands. “Fuck me already.”
“Fucking hell,” Tommy groans, and then quickly starts fumbling with the button on his jeans.
While Tommy fights with his pants, Buck shifts off the desk to get his own belt undone. He unzips his fly and lets his pants hang open, deciding to let Tommy have the honour of actually pushing his pants and underwear out of the way. When he looks back at Tommy, he finds him with his jeans shoved down just enough to let his half-hard cock spring free.
“Let me help with that,” Buck says, licking a broad stripe up his palm.
A groan punches out of Tommy’s chest when Buck wraps his hand around Tommy’s cock. He strokes slowly, teasingly – payback for earlier – relishing the way that Tommy practically collapses against him, dropping his forehead to rest on Buck’s shoulder.
“God, Evan…” Tommy pants.
Grinning, Buck continues his movements, his heart galloping as he feels Tommy thickening in his hand. Tommy turns his face more into Buck’s neck, nuzzling at his skin. The rasp of his stubble sets Buck’s blood on fire, and suddenly he can’t wait another second.
“Come on,” Buck says lowly. “Bend me over the desk.”
A choked moan falls from Tommy’s lips as Buck pulls his hand away. Buck takes one of the condom wrappers from Tommy, managing to tear the packet open before Tommy plucks it out of his fingers. “Let me,” Tommy murmurs, placing the lube and the other wrapper on the desk.
Nodding mutely, Buck turns and plants his hands on the desk to let Tommy work. Tommy palms him over his briefs and gives him a teasing squeeze, and Buck nearly collapses onto the desk. He helpfully lifts his hips so Tommy can slide his pants and underwear down, letting them pool around Buck’s ankles. Buck shudders – both at being left bare from the waist down, and Tommy’s hungry gaze as he takes in the sight.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” Tommy confesses as he rolls the condom onto Buck’s dick. “You in your uniform.”
“Yeah?” Buck breathes, like he hasn’t jerked off to the thought of Tommy’s flight suit open and hanging from his waist as Buck sucks on his nipples.
“Yeah. Never thought I’d actually get to have you like this.”
“Then have me.”
Tommy’s gaze sharpens into something a little predatory. He takes Buck by the shoulders and spins him around so he’s facing the desk. Placing a hand between Buck’s shoulder blades, Tommy firmly presses down, folding Buck in half. Buck goes willingly, heat flaring in his body at the effortless way Tommy can move him into position. Once Buck’s chest is plastered to the desk, he stretches his arms up upwards, planting his palms on either side of Gerrard’s laptop. He wonders if he’ll leave handprints on the desk. He’s tempted to leave them if he does.
Buck turns his head to the side just in time to see Tommy grab the bottle of lube. His eyes flutter closed and he can’t help but tense as he listens to the sounds in the quiet of the office: the snick of the bottle cap opening, the wet squelching as Tommy slicks up his fingers. God, he can’t believe they’re really doing this.
A slick finger brushes between Buck’s asscheeks and he jerks forward, startled, before immediately pressing back into the sensation. Tommy chuckles above him, and his other hand moves up Buck’s back to cup the nape of his neck. Tommy’s not pinning him down, not really, but Buck still melts a little more.
“That’s right,” Tommy murmurs warmly. “Just relax. Let me open you up.”
By the time Tommy finally withdraws his fingers, Buck is a panting mess on the desk. He’s sure there’s a puddle of condensation and drool under his cheek but he can’t muster any brain power to care about that at the moment. Behind him, he can hear the crinkling of the second condom wrapper opening, and then Tommy’s quiet curse as Buck wiggles his ass enticingly. One of Tommy’s arms lands on the desk beside Buck as he props himself up on his elbow. His other hand rubs soothingly over Buck’s lower back for a second before it disappears, and then Tommy is lining himself up.
Buck’s fingers curl into his palms as Tommy pushes inside. He doesn’t tease, thank god, just slides smoothly in until his pelvis is flush against Buck’s ass. The last of the stress evaporates from Buck’s body, and he can’t help but clench down around Tommy’s cock, as if trying to draw him further inside.
“Fuck, you should see yourself,” Tommy says. He sounds breathless, even though they’ve hardly done anything worthy of working up a sweat yet. “You were just made to be stuffed full of cock.”
Buck opens his mouth to agree, but Tommy chooses that exact moment to thrust forward experimentally, and all that comes out of his mouth is a strangled moan. Tommy starts thrusting in earnest, then, pistoning his hips in a rhythm that has Buck’s toes curling in his boots. The desk rattles, scraping a couple inches across the floor. A pencil holder tips over, and Buck watches as the LAFD-branded pens roll around on the wooden surface. It sends another bolt of arousal through him as he’s reminded where they are, the position he’s in: bent over Vincent Gerrard’s desk as his boyfriend pounds into him mercilessly. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and their harsh, panting breaths seem even louder in the enclosed quiet of the office.
Buck hardly has time to enjoy it before Tommy’s suddenly slowing down, and then stopping completely. “Why’d you stop?” he whines, his voice high and reedy but he’s too turned on to care.
“Just wanted to do this.” Tommy lowers himself down so he can plaster his chest to Buck’s back. The movement shifts his cock inside of Buck, forcing it even deeper, and Buck has to scrabble for purchase against the desk. Then Tommy reaches around so he can take Buck’s cock in his hand. He starts moving again, jerking Buck off in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god,” Buck groans.
“Yeah, thought you’d like that,” Tommy says, and Buck can hear the smirk in his voice.
Buck drops his head down onto the desk and lets Tommy take him apart. Tommy fucks him in a frustratingly mechanical rythm. His hand is the perfect amount of pressure around Buck’s cock, squeezing down every time he thrusts into him, making Buck feel like he’s going to implode. Buck doesn’t have a lot of room to manoeuvre with the way Tommy has him caged against the desk, but he shoves himself back as best he can, cursing quietly with every drag of Tommy’s cock over his prostate. Tommy’s breath is hot against the back of Buck’s neck. His weight holding Buck down is fucking perfect, enough that Buck can easily ignore the sharp edge of the desk digging into his hips every time one of Tommy’s thrusts goes particularly deep. On Tommy’s next upstroke, he twists his hand around the head of Buck’s dick, and Buck briefly sees new colours.
“Tommy,” he gasps. “Gonna – gonna come.”
“Yeah? You close?”
“Uh huh.”
Apparently that was what Tommy was waiting for. He abruptly speeds up his movements, and Buck can’t help but squirm around, desperate for release. Tommy lets more of his weight drop onto Buck’s back, stilling his thrashing. Fuck, Buck loves it when Tommy pins him down, reminds him how strong he is. Tommy’s hand speeds up around Buck’s cock and Buck feels like he might burst into flames at any moment. His balls draw up – he’s close, he’s so so close –
“Get. So. Tight. When you come,” Tommy growls into his ear. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Every muscle in Buck’s body goes taut. For a second, the pressure is almost overwhelming, like something is going to burst out of him – and then there’s the euphoric rush of relief as his orgasm rips through him. He shoots into the condom, clamping down tight as a vise around Tommy’s cock.
Tommy’s whole body jerks, his thrusts starting to stutter, so Buck does it again, even through the slight burn of overstimulation. “Come on, baby,” Buck pants. “Come inside me while you’re fucking me over his desk.”
“Oh fuck,” Tommy chokes out, going rigid until he exhales long and hard.
They stay like that for a few moments, still pressed together. Buck can feel Tommy’s heart pounding against his back, and something pleased and content settles under his ribs. Eventually Tommy pulls out, allowing Buck to turn around and face him again. Buck can’t help but laugh at the sight of them, both of them with their dicks out and pants around their ankles.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into that,” Tommy says, only sounding slightly incredulous.
Buck rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Oh yeah, I really had to twist your rubber arm.”
Grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the desk, Buck cleans them up. He carefully wraps the condoms and the used tissues inside another one, and then stuffs the bundle in his pocket, planning to dispose of the evidence at the bottom of one of the deep garbage cans in the kitchen later.
After Buck tidies up the desk – maybe moving everything an inch to the left just to fuck with Gerrard’s head – he and Tommy make their way back into the app bay. They glance at each other, and Buck can’t help the snicker that bursts out of him at the slightly stunned look on Tommy’s face, like he still can’t believe what they just did.
“So,” Buck asks, stepping in close. “Did I just fulfill a fantasy?”
Chuckling, Tommy folds his arms across his chest. “Not gonna lie, I’ve definitely imagined hooking up at the station before. But that was always in the showers or a supply closet.”
“Hmm.” Buck reaches out and toys with the hem of Tommy’s shirt. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”
Tommy’s eyes go all soft and indulgent in that way that makes Buck’s knees weak. Instead of answering, he hooks two fingers under Buck’s chin and tilts his head up slightly before leaning in and pressing their mouths together softly. Buck sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s waist and holding him close.
After a few moments, they separate – although Buck can’t resist going in for another quick kiss. Tommy smiles, then takes a deliberate step back. “I gotta head out. Need to hit the grocery store so I can make that risotto I’ve been promising you.”
“‘Kay,” Buck says, reluctantly letting Tommy go. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“Text me when you’re leaving?”
Buck flushes and ducks his head, touched by Tommy’s concern. “Yeah, o-of course.”
“Good.” Tommy pulls him in for one more lingering kiss. “See you at home.”
Flashing Buck his crinkly smile, Tommy heads out of the station. Buck watches him go, knowing he’s grinning like an idiot, but no one’s around to give him shit for it. Once Tommy is out of sight, Buck turns around and surveys the empty station. He deflates a little, the high from Tommy’s presence fading, but he knows he’ll carry a lightness with him for the rest of his shift, despite his hips and ass being a little sore.
His eyes snag on the door to the captain’s office and heat floods his cheeks. The next time Gerrard calls him into the office to ream him out for some miniscule infraction, Buck’s going to seriously have to fight hard to keep the smirk off his face.