Glasses (BuckTommy one-shot)
Summary: Buck finds out Tommy wears reading glasses...as inspired by Lou wearing a different pair of glasses in every cameo.
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“You wear glasses,” Buck said, a bit of awe in his voice as he took in Tommy.
Tommy, who was leaning against the door he’d just opened in just a t-shirt and jeans, no shoes, hair a little messy, and with glasses on, looked hot. Buck wasn’t prepared, it was like in a video game when you reached a new level and your character got more accessories. Buck had reached a different place with Tommy and he was…he was definitely a fan.
“Hi, Evan,” Tommy said.
Buck just smiled, letting his voice wash over him…letting his name said by Tommy wash over him. Tommy lifted his arms and Buck wrapped his own around him in a hug. He smelled so good. Clean, mostly like his detergent, and something that was just Tommy. Buck could live in that smell forever, but Tommy let him go and closed the door behind them.
“How was your shift?” Tommy asked.
“Nothing crazy. Average stuff. Car accident…kid that got stuck on a roof.”
“There’s always a kid on a roof,” Tommy said with a grin.
“You’re not wrong,” Buck said.
Tommy’s house was nice, but small. It was a one bedroom cottage style house with an attached garage that was almost as big as the rest of the house. It was cozy, in a way, and the first time Buck entered it, he’d immediately known that it felt like Tommy. All the parts of him. The cozy living room with the big sofa that was perfect for cuddling on and the kitchen that was just a side of too clean because Tommy didn’t really use it too often. Then, the two car garage where he did indeed have a lift and toolboxes full of tools and also a small home gym that Buck had been left more than a little impressed by the first time he saw it.
Buck was led right to the living room. Their movie night had been postponed twice already once due to work and once because Eddie asked Buck to keep Christopher overnight. They were watching Love, Actually a movie that Buck had never watched but that Tommy said was his favorite. Buck was excited, mostly because it meant learning more about Tommy.
In the month that they’d been dating, Buck had never felt so settled and happy. They were taking it slow which was definitely new for him, he wasn’t used to not going hot and heavy from the get go. The furthest they had gone was kissing. Buck loved kissing, every aspect of it. He loved kissing Tommy…the way that it was intimate and the way that Tommy was so reactive and that he took control and left Buck senseless. He’d never kissed so much without it leading elsewhere, but it was okay. It was more than okay.
Tommy picked up a book he’d left page down on the couch, tucking a bookmark to mark his page before he set it down on the coffee table and atop it, he put his glasses.
Buck made a whining noise and Tommy’s gaze fell on him and his heated cheeks, eyebrow raised.
“Evan?”
“Uh. I just…why are you taking them off?”
Tommy inched closer to him. “You like my glasses?”
Buck could only nod.
“They’re readers,” Tommy said and he reached Buck. “Can’t wear them to watch a movie.”
Buck was distracted by how close he was, how he wasn’t even touching Buck, but he had such an effect on him glasses or not.
“They, uh, they look good on you.”
“Yeah?” Tommy asked.
“Yes,” Buck said, breathless. “Like a sexy librarian, like you could teach me a thing or two.”
Tommy’s chuckle, his breath, brushed across Buck’s skin. “I can teach you more than a thing or two, Evan.”
Why was this man this smooth…this confident…this hot and sexy and so many other things.
Buck reached for him first, hands on his jaw, brushing on the stubble for a second before they both leaned in, their lips coming together and Tommy immediately pulling Buck even closer as the kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in what was becoming a familiar dance, one that still affected all of Buck.
He could hardly think for the feel of Tommy’s hands on his waist and back, at how he grabbed at Buck’s shirt, pulling it up so that eventually his hands were on bare skin. Buck moaned into the kiss, pulling back when he needed air, but Tommy dragged kisses down his chin and his jaw, sucking at his skin and leaving Buck almost breathless. And then, his tongue was moving on his neck before his lips trailed kisses down and then up the otherside, stopping at his ear.
“Glasses, huh,” Tommy said.
Buck didn’t know what kind of noise came out of him, he just knew that Tommy pecked his lips and his hands left Buck’s bare skin and that he missed him even though there were merely inches between them.
“I’ll have to model my collection to you,” Tommy said, almost offhand.
“Your collection?” Buck said, mind finally working with his mouth and tongue to form words.
Tommy chuckled. “I, uh, lose them all over. Find them all over too.”
Why did Buck find that so incredibly hot. Tommy, smirked knowingly and then he turned on his heel.
“You want popcorn?”
Buck could do nothing but follow. He found Tommy reaching into a cupboard and when he turned, another pair of glasses were on his face. The style was different, the frames dark and thicker and the shape rectangular but tapering down on the corners. They still looked good on him and he knew what he was doing going by his smirk.
Buck crossed the room, backed Tommy into the counter, hands on his hips holding him in place as if Tommy would dare to get away.
“You are a menace,” Buck said.
“A menace that sometimes wears glasses that drive my boyfriend crazy,” Tommy said.
“Joke’s on me, there’s little that wouldn’t drive me crazy about you,” Buck said and then they were kissing again.
Buck did discover, then, that glasses could get in the way of a vigorous making out session, but that they were easily pushed up to the top of Tommy’s head and that…that made him look hot too.
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