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Tommy plays a lot of cards close to his chest. It’s something Buck noticed before, and it’s something he finds himself noticing again, now that they’re together again. Buck drags Tommy to couple’s counseling, and Tommy goes to individual therapy, and the longer they go, the more Buck wonders what sort of thing he’s biting back this time.
Because, here’s the thing. He trusts Tommy. It took a while, but he trusts that if this was a serious, relationship-altering concern, Tommy would have told him by now. Instead, Buck reasons that it’s probably something Tommy doesn’t think is a big deal. Or maybe something that embarrasses him. Or maybe both.
Buck allows himself one prying conversation. Just one. He makes up some rooibos milk tea and pours it into two mugs, taking one out to where Tommy is reading on the couch.
Tommy looks up, eyeing Buck suspiciously through his readers. “What’s up?”
“Why does something have to be up?” Buck returns, setting both mugs of tea on coasters on the side table and leaning down to kiss Tommy’s forehead.
“You have a look,” Tommy says, wrinkling his nose and gesturing in Buck’s general direction, “It means you’re about to ask me a question I won’t like.”
Buck sighs and sits in the recliner adjacent to the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. “Yeah. You got me. I—I think something’s weighing on you and you’re not telling me.”
Tommy glances down and away, and Buck thinks, bingo. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Is it about sex?” Buck asks, tilting his head to the side, “Is it a kink thing or a body thing? Are you starting to have trouble getting it up—”
“Jesus, Evan!” Tommy laughs, sliding a bookmark between the pages of his novel and sitting more upright. “No, I’m not getting erectile dysfunction. I hope we have a few years yet before that happens.”
“Okay,” Buck allows, “But you know I would love you even with erectile dysfunction, right?”
“Yeah, baby,” Tommy smiles softly, “You’re good to me like that.”
“Good,” Buck nods, “… Then what’s wrong? What could I be doing better?”
“Evan, you’re perfect,” Tommy assures him, “You’re hot and attentive and so, so athletic—”
“You can exploit my praise kink all you want later,” Buck smiles despite himself, “This is about you right now. Tell me about the deep dark skeletons in your closet, Kinard. Worst case scenario is that I’m not into whatever you’re into, and then we can just keep having sex like we normally do. No judgment, I promise.”
Tommy suddenly looks very, very nervous. He wipes his hands on his pants like they’re starting to sweat, and swallows. “I—uh. It’s hard to explain.”
“That’s okay,” Buck says easily, “We have time.”
Buck sits and waits, watching Tommy put the words together in his head. That’s something they had to practice—Buck tends to spit words out as soon as they formulate, and Tommy needs a few seconds to think things through.
When Tommy speaks again, it’s well worth the wait. “I want to be more feminine. During sex.”
Buck beams, and he watches the reaction catch Tommy completely by surprise. “Yeah? Tom, that’s not embarrassing at all. What about it do you like specifically?”
Tommy goes beet red and all shy. Buck feels a bolt of lust so powerful it nearly makes him fall out of his chair. “I. Um. I want to wear women’s clothing and makeup while you fuck me.”
“Okay,” Buck breathes, praying he doesn’t sound too desperate, “We can do that.”
“Really?” Tommy asks, big-eyed and hopeful.
“Tommy,” Buck says, “You want me to dress you up? You want me to make you look pretty?”
Something in Tommy’s eyes goes all fuzzy and soft, like he’s just barely holding himself back from giving in to a feeling he really, really wants. “Yeah.”
Buck drops to his knees and shuffles forward, coaxing Tommy’s legs open and looking up at him. “Is there anything else you want during this?”
“What’s on the table?” Tommy considers.
“I can call you feminine names,” Buck offers, “My princess, my sweet girl, my pretty baby,” Tommy shudders and whines, and Buck’s hands find his waist, slipping his thumbs under Tommy’s shirt to rub at his skin, “I can refer to your genitals with feminine anatomical terms. You want me to rub your pretty little clit? Bite your cute tits? Fuck your tight, wet pussy?”
“Yes,” Tommy whispers, “All of that. Please.”
“Is that all?” Buck asks, a little cockiness slipping into his voice, “You got yourself all worked up and the only thing you needed was for me to rub your clit?”
“‘m sorry,” Tommy squirms, in a tone of voice Buck doesn’t think he’s ever heard from him.
“Don’t apologize,” Buck says, dipping his head down to nose at the prominent, delicious bulge in Tommy’s basketball shorts, “I love making my pretty girl feel good.”
Tommy gasps, hips rolling forward on instinct, and Buck opens his mouth so his tongue can press up against Tommy’s cock, breathing in the smell of his arousal and tasting the fabric of his shorts.
Buck doesn’t fully pull Tommy out over the elastic, just enough so the head of his cock pokes out.
“Look at your cute little clit,” Buck coos, rubbing over the head with his thumb. Tommy shakes under his touch, so wrecked it’s making Buck painfully hard in his own pants. Buck continues rubbing in tight little circles, the way he used to for all his old partners. Apparently, it’s a skillset he’s lucky to have now, because Tommy responds beautifully, whining and panting like he’s running a marathon.
Buck leans forward and laps at the head of Tommy’s cock like he’s teasing a pussy; gentle, easy licks that make Tommy squeak.
“Honey, I’m—fuck,” Tommy grits out, fingers flexing on the couch cushion. Buck feels a surge of pride and switches back to rubbing Tommy’s cockhead with his thumb.
“You’re close?” Buck hazards, getting a wordless nod in return, “Oh, princess. Thank you for telling me. I want to see you squirt all over yourself, sweet girl. That’s it, let go for me, I want to see that pussy come—”
Tommy lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a sob as he comes, spilling over Buck’s fingers and his shirt and his shorts. It’s enough to have Buck desperately shoving his hand down his own pants, getting off on the sight of Tommy so utterly wrecked and debauched.
They calm down together, catching their breath and waiting for their brains to come back online.
“We’re doing that again,” Buck decides, and all he gets in return is a mindless uh huh and another enthusiastic head nod.