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Buck stretched out on Tommy's very nice, long couch, his toes brushing against his... friend's hip. He sighed as strong fingers closed around his ankle and squeezed.
“Wanna go rest in bed?”
When Tommy met his eyes Buck flicked his tongue out to lick along his bottom lip.
Tommy laughed and squeezed Buck's ankle again. "Not like that you horndog."
Buck pretended to pout. "You're the one suggesting we go REST in bed at noon and I'M the horndog?"
Tommy rolled his eyes and slid his hand up Buck's calf digging his fingers into his calf making him hiss as he began to work the muscle.
"You're clearly exhausted. I was merely being a good host, is all," Tommy said sweetly.
Now it was Buck's turn to roll his eyes. Ever since they had met at the bar and hooked up, they just hadn't stopped. Add to that Tommy risking his career to save Bobby and the team, and well, Buck had had zero issues going through his biFuck phase with Tommy. That Tommy was the only one he had had sex with since Tommy had broken up with him and began hooking up with him again, well that was for him to know and none of any one else’s business. And as spring had turned to summer and summer begun inching into fall, they still hadn't defined their relationship.
For there was no doubt in Buck's mind and heart that they were in a relationship again. They had spectacular sex - wall sex, couch sex, bed sex, kitchen sex and on one ridiculous occasion, eager garage floor sex. They laughed together, spent time together doing mundane activities like shopping, cooking, cleaning. They were in a relationship. It was just a secret one. Buck hadn't told anyone in his life but Bobby that he was dating anyone and Tommy hadn't told anyone.
The only reason Bobby knew was because after his near death Bobby had declared enough was enough while he was in the hospital and had grandly declared that to him Buck was his son. His kid. They had taken this official change in their relationship seriously and with Bobby's blessing, Buck had moved to the 118's B shift to work under LAFD's youngest Captain, Aaron Samuels. He was content with this change as he and Bobby should not be working together considering how they loved each other. He should also not have been working with Howard Han, his brother in law. Even if their relationship was on the weaker side, they were still related by marriage and the LAFD had approved him changing shifts.
He was thriving under Aaron’s captaincy and they had become solid friends. All in all he wasn't missing his former team as much as he thought he would on the job, off the job he had made new friends and he was extremely content in his personal life with his not officially a boyfriend. Buck had dubbed Tommy his Manfriend in his head. He smothered a laugh at the thought of the look on Tommy's face when he eventually found out what nickname Buck's team knew him by.
His brows furrowed as he observed the look at Tommy's face. He poked his hip with his toes. "What's got that grumpy cat look on your face?"
Tommy tugged on Buck's toe. "Stop calling me grumpy cat," he grumped.
"I will as soon as you stop being a grumpy cat,” he said serenely.
Tommy rolled his eyes but Buck could see the smile curling around the edges of the grumpy pinch of his mouth. He turned his phone to show Buck the Starbucks instagram post.
"PSL?"
Tommy sighed, "Pumpkin fucking Spice season. For the next two months its going to be PSL this, PSL that. The pumpkin spicers are going to be everywhere!"
Buck blinked then blinked rapidly again before he started laughing. "You hate pumpkin spice? That's so cute!"
Tommy stared at him in horror. "You LIKE pumpkin spice lattes? I'm telling you now, don't you dare kiss me after you drink that cra… stuff.”
Buck appreciated that Tommy didn't refer to things he didn't like as crap. He wasn't the type to yuck on someone's yum. Then what Tommy actually said penetrated his brain.
"Hang on." He sat up. "Do you not like pumpkin spice or Starbucks pumpkin spice lattes?"
Tommy shrugged, “Whats’ the difference?"
Buck's jaw dropped open. "Tommy, have you tried anything pumpkin spice besides Starbucks pumpkin spice lattes?" He nudged his chin toward Tommy's phone.
Tommy grimaced. "No. I drank a Starbucks PSL once back when the trend began and had to throw it away five sips in. It was digust- ,” he paused then changed his wording, "um not for me."
Buck leaned forward, grabbing Tommy’s knees. “Please tell me you don’t still drink Starbucks!” he asked aghast.
Tommy raised his eyebrows at him. “You drink Starbucks. You love those frappuccinos.”
Buck huffed. “Those aren’t coffee. They are dessert. They don’t count. And I do NOT visit Starbucks anymore after they took my Java Chip Frappe away.”
Tommy frowned. “What? What about the Mocha Cookie Crumble that you liked?”
Buck lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “That’s still on the menu but the betrayal of the Java Chip being taken away hit so hard that I broke up with Starbucks.” He bit his lip and hoped Tommy wouldn’t latch onto the words broke up with and just move past it.
Tommy rubbed the sides of Buck’s thighs soothingly. “I’m sorry, Evan. You had only just recovered from the hurt of them discontinuing the egg nog range.”
Buck knew Tommy was sincere even while teasing him. Buck had gone on an epic rant once when they had been spending time together while overtired, neither wanting to sleep and give up time with each other even though they were exhausted and Tommy had remembered every bit of his rant about the betrayal of Starbucks taking away his wintry goodness of egg nog lattes. And now, a year later Buck loved him a little extra for remembering the details of the random rants Buck went on. So he decided he had to take Tommy’s pumpkin spice issue seriously. And see if it required fixing.
He gently dragged his fingertips down Tommy’s cheeks and held his jaw. “You do know pumpkin spice is a spice and the love for it is independent from the Starbucks pumpkin spicing of it all, right?”
Tommy slid his hands under Buck’s shorts to stroke the sides of his thighs. “Sure. But it all has to taste the same. Last year Jake made me try their pumpkin spice muffin.” He screwed up his face. “No thank you.”
Buck shook his head even as he shivered at Tommy’s hands stroking his legs. “Tommy, you’ve been judging all pumpkin spice thanks to you and Jake having appalling taste in brands, beverages and muffins?”
Tommy laughed and squeezed Buck’s thighs. “Really? Their betrayal cuts so deep you’ve lumped the entire brand into ‘is appalling must reject’ category?”
“Yes!” He squeezed Tommy’s face gently. “Starbucks may have tasted good at some point in our past but it's a traitor now! All it does it play with my emotions and my mouth!” He shook his head and swallowed back the fresh rant that wanted to rise about the egg nog of it all. Right now he had to focus on the pumpkin spice of it all.
Tommy grinned. “I think rather than discuss pumpkin spice, I’d like to take you to bed.”
“I’m not tired,” Buck said immediately, his mind flipping through the various the various ways he could check if Tommy truly disliked pumpkin spice or if he had just tasted substandard pumpkin spice and hadn’t had a chance to truly appreciate and enjoy the autumn favorite.
“Good.” Tommy slid his hands up further under Buck’s shorts and cupped his ass. “I had something else in mind.”
Buck’s planning screeched to a halt and he smiled brightly at his Manfriend. The pumpkin spice of it all could wait.