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someone breaks in while Tommy's gone and takes advantage of buck.
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consensual noncon feat. Sal
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If there's one thing Tommy loves, it's a well-trained boy for some dad and son role-play, not to mention one who can fuck him just the way he likes. Luckily for him, Buck happens to be great at both.
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29 Mar 2025
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All my little Saltommy smuts and sweets.
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Sal and Tommy know two weeks in advance that Gerrard is gonna be fired. They decide to send off the old bastard exactly how he deserves.
Excerpt:
Tommy sees another lightbulb go off in his head. “He’s no fan of the gays either, d’ya see his face when you blew that kiss at me?”
In truth, Tommy hadn’t, too confused by the wave of flusteredness Sal’s megawatt grin inspired in him. “Yeah, where are you going with this?” His friend shrugs slyly, “I don’t know, what if we’re all just a little extra cuddly these next few days. You could come sit in my lap or something.” Tommy laughs and Sal looks almost hurt. “And what are we gonna tell him when he asks what kind of stroke we’re all having?” He points at Tommy like he’s been given the answer from on high. “Chair shortage.” He grins. “Partner’s gotta share now.”
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Buck finds Tommy at his loft when he gets home from a shift.
EXCERPT:
Key.
There was a key.
On the counter.
Tommy did that.
When.
When he came over.
He would drop things wherever and just forget where he would put them and Buck couldn’t let his heart race like this.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t immediately start scanning his loft, his dark fucking loft, and spot –
Fuck.
Tommy.
Curled up.
On the couch.
“Tommy?” Buck called out.
Tentative.
And quiet.
And barely able to believe this.
Was Buck seeing things? Had Buck’s grief gotten so bad that he was seeing things?
Buck hesitantly inched his way toward the figure lying on his couch as if Tommy might be a mirage; might disappear if Buck got too close.
But he didn’t.
Tommy didn’t.
The moonlight fell on the room in a way where it seemed to only highlight Tommy’s eyes; empty and tired and abyssally devastated.
“I meant to leave the key and go and I just…” Tommy mumbled to the ground, “I’m sorry.”
Series
- Part 1 of BuckTommy Fluffebruary 2025 Fics