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“Evan,” Tommy said, and Buck knew that Tommy was close by, but his voice really did feel distant as Buck scrubbed down the countertops again, “Evan, I think the loft is clean enough.”

“I don’t know. He – he hasn’t been to the States in a while, you know? And he always posts these beautiful shots of his place in Seoul. And I – I just want everything to be good for him,” said Buck, still scrubbing down the counter, “I just want to make a good impression. He was honestly incredibly clean when we were roommates. And – and I just want him to know that I respect that and – ”

Buck.

Felt Tommy’s hand on his.

Firm.

Yet gentle.

Stopping him from scrubbing the counter more.

A loving sort of grip that stopped Buck in his tracks; stopped that executive dysfunction pushing him to keep cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.

Buck glanced up to see the fondness in Tommy’s eyes.

“The place is perfect, Evan,” said Tommy softly, “I know you’re a little nervous about him coming. I know he meant a lot to you. Means a lot to you.”

Tommy was like that.

So understanding.

It almost hurt. Made Buck wonder how much room Tommy made for himself. Made Buck want to reassure Tommy every single second of every single day that he wanted Tommy. Always.

“I love you,” said Buck without a thought.

Just.

Wanting to say it.

And it always seemed to make Tommy a little surprised when he heard it. Like he still couldn’t believe Buck would say it.

Well.

Buck was still working on that with Tommy.

One of these days, Buck’s love won’t come as a surprise.

“I love you too,” breathed Tommy, a little caught off guard; gushing a bit as he said it.

Like he was going to savor every time he said the words to Buck. Like there was still some sort of looming expiration date that would tear them apart. And one of these days, Buck hoped Tommy realized that there wasn’t.

Buck never wanted to live without Tommy.

Not again.

“And. Yeah. Albert means a lot to me. We’re brothers-in-law, you know? And – and he was probably the best roommate I’ve ever had,” said Buck, smiling as he thought back to those times, “He would always be up to talk after work. We would talk for hours, really.”

“Hours, huh?” asked Tommy, just.

Smiling.

Happy to listen to Buck – to Evan drone on and on about someone. And – and that was so sweet. Buck wasn’t sure if he really had a partner who just listened like that.

“Yeah. Hours. He’d let me go on about the weirdest stuff. I don’t think he got half the things I would talk about, but he was just – I don’t know. He was happy to listen,” said Buck, fond of those long talks that ran into the afternoon, “He always said he loved my infodumps. Best side to his coffee in the morning.”

“I can relate,” hummed Tommy as he moved Buck away from the kitchen counter.

Took the sponge from Buck.

Gingerly pulled off Buck’s gloves and put it all away.

“He – he would always remember getting me the snack I like – ”

“Takis?” asked Tommy, his smile growing a bit, “Fuego flavor.”

They were something Tommy just got Buck now. Tommy didn’t even like them that much, Buck knew that. But whenever he went to the store, he bought some for Buck.

Which was sweet.

Tommy was so damn sweet sometimes.

“Who doesn’t like a Taki?” asked Buck as he watched Tommy put away the rest of the cleaning supplies, “And – and you know, I felt comfortable with him.”

“Comfortable, huh?” asked Tommy as he loosely wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist.

As he.

As he rested his head on Buck’s shoulder.

Turned his head just enough to nuzzle where Buck’s neck met his shoulder.

Kissed that spot lightly.

Made Buck shiver in that good way.

“Yeah. Comfortable,” said Buck warmly as he relaxed onto Tommy a bit.

Let Tommy take some of his weight.

Which was nice.

Buck liked that he could trust Tommy enough to do that.

“I’d get all Clipboard Buck and he’d – he’d go along with it,” continued Buck, “No questions asked. No problem with it. I felt like I could be like that with him around without him thinking I was annoying and – and he never did. He was – he was so nice about it.”

“You say that like you’re a burden,” mumbled Tommy into Buck’s skin, “Stop thinking that. You’re not a burden.”

Buck wasn’t sure.

He really wasn’t sure about that.

He knew he was too much sometimes.

He knew he was a burden.

But.

Tommy always liked his company. Tommy liked Clipboard Buck. At least, that was what Tommy said. Though.

Well.

Tommy was different than most, Buck supposed. And Albert was like that too.

Buck.

Placed his hands on Tommy’s hands.

Buck.

Tried not to focus on his words as he confessed, “I was kind of heartbroken when he left, honestly. I know he didn’t want to be a firefighter and – and that’s fine. That’s okay. He didn’t have to be a firefighter. I’d rather him not be one if it meant he was miserable. But… he didn’t have to leave the country, you know?”

Buck had been hollowed out by it.

It had been so fast.

Like a gut punch.

And Albert had apologized. He had. Buck knew it had nothing to do with Albert and everything to do with visa problems.

But.

“It still felt like someone ripped a limb off me when he left,” admitted Buck, not sure if he should have put words to that feeling, “I – I’ve never actually said that out loud.”

Buck just felt so comfortable with his boyfriend that it kind of slipped.

Was it bad to admit to your boyfriend that someone leaving you hurt that much?

Tommy’s hold tightened. Not out of jealousy, but – but out of a need to do something, Buck supposed. A want to make Buck feel better.

And that made Buck melt.

Damn it.

Buck just wanted Tommy to hold him for the rest of his life.

“Well. He’s here, isn’t he? He’s visiting,” murmured Tommy into Buck’s skin between casual kisses, “He specifically asked if he could stay with us. I think he knows how much it hurt you. Maybe – maybe it hurt him too. He wants to see you again.”

They were kind words.

From a kind boyfriend that Buck never wanted to let go.

“Thank you again,” said Buck, turning his head to face Tommy, “For being okay with this. I – I know it must be weird of me to ask if he can stay here – ”

Tommy.

Kissed the worry away.

And it was a soft kiss.

More romantic than passionate.

And.

Buck’s leg’s felt a little wobbly after it.

Because.

Fuck.

Tommy.

He was staring into Buck’s eyes so deeply; as if there was nowhere else he would rather look.

“He’s important to you. Of course he can stay here,” said Tommy tenderly, “Besides. I kind of want to meet this guy. You’ve talked about him so much. I want to know the man who was so good to my boyfriend.”

Buck.

Suddenly had an impulse.

To.

Kick Albert out immediately.

Maybe.

Go for the ankles if need be.

But.

Also.

There was.

There was this flash.

Of.

Albert.

And.

Tommy.

And.

Fuck, what was Buck thinking?

Stop thinking that. Stop being so horny.

“Just no letting him steal you from me,” said Buck, laughing a little too nervously, “He has dated my exes before.”

“Good thing I’m not an ex anymore, right?”

Buck shifted around, moving so that he was facing Tommy.

“You better never be one again,” said Buck, grabbing Tommy’s laughing face.

“But what if you find someone better – ” Tommy began to say before Buck stopped him with his own kiss.

Deep.

And passionate.

And maybe a little too much grinding for a kiss when a guest could be there at any minute.

“Don’t you dare say shit like that,” grumbled Buck, because he was pretty sure Tommy said it now to make Buck angry horny, “Never letting you go if I can help it.”

Tommy seemed a little out of it.

A little dazed by the kiss.

“Never, Evan,” Tommy said, very much lost in that previous kiss, and Buck was seriously contemplating a quickie.

Maybe.

Maybe if he just got on his knees.

Or.

Or pushed Tommy down on his knees, all high off the kiss and willing and eyes never leaving Buck’s and –

There.

Was the telltale knock at the door.

Knocking a little sense into Buck.

Buck.

Could be an adult.

He could compromise.

He could be patient when he needed to be.

“We’re doing something later,” Buck said as he gently dislodged himself from Tommy’s arms.

“Yeah. Having quiet sex in a loft while your old crush sleeps on the couch below. Kinky, but… is it a good idea?” asked Tommy, who seemed still a little hazy as Buck heard Tommy splash some water on his face.

And.

Wait.

Did.

Did Tommy just say – ?

Buck.

Stopped.

Turned around.

“Crush?” whispered Buck, and Tommy seemed to freeze.

“You – you didn’t – sorry, the way you talked about him…” murmured Tommy, and there was another knock at the door.

Buck.

Really shouldn’t let Albert knock again.

He turned back to the task at hand, opening up the door as he saw –

Fuck.

His heart skipped a beat.

As.

As he saw Albert Han at his door.

Fuck.

“Buck!” said Albert excitedly, pulling Buck in for a hug, “Good to see you!”

Buck.

Buck felt so warm when Albert hugged him.

Fuck.

“G – good to see you too,” breathed Buck.

Just.

Realizing.

That it had been a fucking crush.

*****

Albert Han was a warm person.

That was the first thing Tommy noticed about the man.

He walked in with a huge smile and immediately pulled Evan into a hug. And the way he hugged Evan – it was tight and filled with a sense of love.

He had missed Evan.

Tommy could feel it in how Albert hugged Evan. The look on Albert’s face when he closed his eyes and pulled Evan close.

Maybe.

Maybe Albert had a crush on Evan too back in the day.

He, at the very least, really cared for Evan.

Which didn’t surprise Tommy.

Albert was the ghost in the loft.

Not malicious nor harmful, no. He was a kind spirit who seemed to make Evan smile every time he had a story about Albert. And, yes, sometimes the smiles were bittersweet, but for the most part the memories just made Evan happy.

So happy.

And Tommy could see just by looking at the two how close they had once been.

The second thing Tommy noticed was that Albert Han was a handsome man. He had this warm, slightly tanned skin; possibly from some time in the sun recently.

Albert had been driving down the Pacific Coast highway.

He had soft, straight onyx hair much like Howie’s and these gorgeous eyes like True Love hellebore. His smile was mesmerizing. Tommy couldn’t look away from it. And it didn’t hurt that he seemed to have a sense of style to him.

And there was a confidence.

An effortless confidence about Albert that drew Tommy in too.

Tommy got it.

He got why Evan had liked this man so much.

Tommy could tell why from all the stories Evan had told Tommy every time Tommy was at the loft. Tommy could tell why in less than a minute of knowing Albert.

If there was anything Evan loved, it was a person with confidence.

And Albert was that kind of guy.

“And this must be the boyfriend. Thank you so much for letting me stay with you both,” said Albert, who Tommy hadn’t realized was so close to him until Albert was hugging him just as tightly as he had Evan, “I’ve heard so much about you. I can’t believe you went to a wedding after a wildfire! That’s so cool that you showed up for my brother and Buck like that.”

And.

God.

Tommy felt his heart skip a beat when Albert said that.

Tommy.

Hugged Albert back.

And he could just feel Albert smiling into his chest as Albert said, “Well, damn. Giving me a run for my money in the best hug department.”

“I’m a bigger guy. It’s less work to give a good hug,” offered Tommy.

“I don’t know. It’s kind of an art, right?” said Albert.

Which.

Was when.

Tommy realized.

“You’ve heard a lot about me?” blurted Tommy, and Evan seemed to grimace at that reaction.

Tommy immediately felt bad.

He knew Evan cared.

It was just –

It was still so hard to imagine someone caring as much as Evan did. Despite everything; despite Tommy knowing full well where he and Evan stood, it was still so hard to allow himself to accept that maybe, just maybe, Evan Buckley did truly love him as much as Evan said.

“Of course I do,” said Evan, “Tommy. You’re my boyfriend. I talk about you whenever I can.”

“It’s true,” hummed Albert as the hug ended, “I hear my brother gripe about it. Apparently, there’s a Tommy limit at work now.”

Tommy limit?

Evan.

Blushed.

Hard.

“Well, I like bragging about him. And talking about him. It’s not my problem that everyone at work doesn’t want to talk Tommy twenty-four-seven,” grumbled Evan.

Which.

Made Tommy snicker.

“I’ve heard so much about you too, you know?” said Tommy, and he didn’t mean to turn on any charms, but Tommy supposed it just happened sometimes because the way there was a faint blush on Albert’s face.

The way he gazed up at Tommy.

And.

Said.

“R – really?”

Tommy placed a hand on Albert’s shoulder; leaning down a bit as he gazed into those beautiful brown eyes and said smoothly, “Of course. Evan adores you. Talks about you often. Every inch of this loft has a memory of you. Great talks you had. Funny pranks. Goofy adventures. I’ve heard them all. Most of them, I think.”

Tommy wasn’t sure if Evan really got that.

The way Evan looked – he seemed surprised that Tommy caught that; that he hadn’t caught that until Tommy said it out loud.

That the loft was filled that much with memories of the infamous, endearing Albert Han.

“Must, uh. Must be a little irritating. Hearing Buck talk about another man all the time,” said Albert, “I’m sorry about that.”

Was.

Albert.

Swallowing.

Hard?

Were his eyes.

Raking Tommy for a moment?

Probably not.

That was probably just Tommy’s imagination.

“How could hearing about good memories my boyfriend has ever make me irritated?” said Tommy softly, “Everything I know about you is wonderful, Albert. I adore you already.”

The ghost of Evan’s loft made flesh.

The joyful, wonderful man who had been there for Evan so many times.

There was no way Tommy couldn’t like Albert too.

Albert.

Laughed a little.

The laugh sounded surprised.

“You know, uh. I heard you were smooth, but it’s – uh. You’re – um. Wow,” said Albert, blabbing a bit as he accidentally walked backward into the kitchen island, “I can see why Buck likes you. Not that I hadn’t before this. The stories are… you seem like a great guy. Great boyfriend.”

“He really is,” said Evan warmly before his smile strained a bit as he added, “But no funny ideas. Tommy is my boyfriend.”

Jealous.

Tommy never had a boyfriend who got jealous.

Not like this, at least.

It was cute.

Evan was always cute.

“Evan,” said Tommy, rolling his eyes as he walked over and gave Evan a peck on the lips, “It’s cute. It really is. But please don’t threaten your guest.”

And.

Evan did that sigh.

That happy sigh he did sometimes.

And the way Evan just reached out to Tommy; as if he needed to have at least one hand on Tommy to know this was real. To know that they did make up. That they got back together and this was all reality. That Tommy wasn’t some delusion brought upon by overworking himself while baking or something.

And.

Tommy wished that wasn’t something Evan had to worry about.

It was so hard to understand that as a worry.

Because Tommy loved Evan so much.

Too much, really.

Though.

Then again, Tommy knew part of it was Tommy’s fight or flight; the panic that set in; that made Tommy black out until he was already out of Evan’s apartment, realizing that he had broken up with the best boyfriend he had ever had.

Possibly the love of his life.

Not that Tommy believed himself to be good enough to be Evan’s love of his life. Not that Tommy believed he could be so wanted by someone like Evan Buckley.

Tommy.

Tommy was just glad it worked out in the end.

He was glad they were together.

He hoped they would stay that way.

God.

Tommy really wanted to be with Evan for the rest of his life.

“Okay, okay,” said Evan as he glanced from Tommy to Albert, “Make yourself at home, Albert.”

Albert grinned.

This grin that made Tommy’s heart stutter.

And wasn’t that confusing?

Not that Tommy thought it was a wrench thrown in, but – but there was definitely something there.

Some sparks.

Huh.

“I always do when I’m at your place,” said Albert with a wink, and Tommy could swear that Evan was blushing at that too.

Because Tommy was sure.

He was completely sure that Evan had a crush on this man before.

Maybe.

Still had one now.

God.

Tommy was developing one, that was for sure.

*****

Buck turned on the shower, sticking his hand inside.

Closing his eyes.

Feeling the cold water warm up; become hot.

Just.

Thinking.

Thinking about that afternoon.

That night.

Thinking about all the time he had spent with Albert Han.

Thinking about not just right now, but about the entirety of their time as roommates.

Buck.

Heard the bathroom door open quietly then close.

Felt the hand on his arm.

Big.

And gentle.

And asking.

Buck.

Took off his shirt.

“The water should be good now,” said Buck as he started to fully undress.

Watched.

Tommy.

Undress.

And it always felt like the first time. It really did. Buck’s heart raced as Tommy casually pulled off each and every article of clothing he had on him. And it wasn’t even a show. Buck wasn’t even sure if Tommy really got how much of a hold he had on Buck.

There was something about him.

There really was.

Buck found his hands reaching out; tracing the lines of Tommy’s muscles; feeling the layer of fat that looked so good on Tommy despite Buck knowing fully well Tommy had been insecure about it.

There was such a beauty in Tommy’s form.

A handsomeness that drew Buck in.

One Buck couldn’t imagine not appreciating now. One Buck couldn’t look away from even when he hadn’t known what he had wanted when he had asked for that tour of the station all those months ago.

And it felt as if he became more gorgeous by the day.

Every laugh he made, every wrinkle near his eyes, every crinkle of his nose – it all made Buck so captivated by Tommy that it hurt to look away.

It felt wrong to not observe him.

Not marvel at every inch of Tommy Kinard.

If Buck could watch Tommy all day, he would.

Which.

Was a weird thought.

It was an intense, burrowing thought that Buck kept to himself, really.

But it was there.

And Buck still couldn’t look away.

“What?” asked Tommy, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

“Nothing,” sighed Buck as he took Tommy’s hand, pulling Tommy into the shower, “Just you.”

Tommy snorted.

“I don’t think it’s just me tonight,” said Tommy.

Which.

Made Buck freeze.

Worried.

About those burgeoning thoughts he kept having.

Thoughts.

About Albert.

Tommy.

Cradled Buck’s face in his hands.

Made Buck stare him in the eyes.

Those soft, kind eyes.

Water was hitting Buck’s back in such a pleasant way. Wetting Buck’s hair; dripping down onto his face; his eyes.

And still.

Buck couldn’t look away from Tommy’s gaze.

Tommy pulled Buck’s face close.

And it was a long, easy kiss.

Meandering and loving and making Buck feel warm and fuzzy.

He smiled into that kiss just as Tommy finished it.

“Buck, it’s okay if you’re having some feelings,” murmured Tommy, his forehead resting on Buck’s.

And.

Buck couldn’t keep a secret from Tommy.

“It’s weird how hindsight’s twenty-twenty sometimes,” confessed Buck, his mind drifting to Albert, “I think you’re right. I think I – I think I did like him back then. I think I really liked him back then.”

Buck was a little worried.

That this would make Tommy insecure.

That this might be what sends him running once again.

Buck found himself holding onto Tommy’s wrists for dear life, not wanting him to run. Tommy couldn’t do that to Buck again.

“No, I, uh. I get it,” said Tommy, and there was – there was a bit of an unexpected blush on Tommy’s cheeks.

Though.

That could have been the heat of the shower’s doing.

“You get it?” echoed Buck, not quite connecting whatever dots were before him.

“He’s – he’s a really nice guy. He’s sweet. He’s a little dorky, but who doesn’t like a dork? He tries so hard and that’s – that’s really endearing, you know?” said Tommy, practically gushing.

Maybe.

Actually gushing.

“I get it. I get why you’d like him. He’s hard not to like,” continued Tommy.

And.

Okay.

Sometimes, it took Buck a second. He was okay that it took him a second sometimes.

But.

But was Buck reading this the right way?

Buck.

Slowly shifted them.

Moving them so that Tommy’s back hit the shower wall.

Buck gently shoving Tommy’s wrists on the tiles; bracketing Tommy’s head.

“He’s pretty hot, right?” asked Buck, sliding his thigh in between Tommy’s.

Pressing close.

Chest to chest.

Skin on skin.

And Tommy.

Tommy.

Tommy felt so warm and welcoming that Buck couldn’t help but be as plastered on him as physically possible.

“I have eyes, Evan,” breathed Tommy, moaning with Buck as Buck ground up against Tommy.

And.

Buck should be a little more jealous.

Buck should be a whole lot more jealous.

But.

He found himself continuing to grind onto Tommy; feeling Tommy’s dick fill; feeling his own hardness.

And.

And he found himself saying, “If I let my mind drift, I think about you two. Together.”

Tommy groaned, his hip seeming to thrust into Evan’s subconsciously.

“He’d be hotter with you,” said Tommy, like he might have thought about it too.

Which.

Fuck.

The thought of Tommy imagining Buck with Albert was really doing it for Buck.

“There was this time. This one night when we were – we were drinking together. And didn’t – didn’t have girlfriends,” said Buck as he let go of Tommy’s wrists.

Let Tommy’s hands roam as he wanted.

Buck’s own hand moving down.

Holding their dicks together as he began to stroke them.

“Not like I hadn’t done it before, you know? Did something similar with Connor. I never really thought much about it, but – but I definitely had a few one-night stands with Connor. If I’m being honest, one was more than hands and mouth stuff,” whispered Buck into Tommy’s ear as Tommy moaned; as Tommy held onto Buck’s back and pulled him even closer.

Which.

Was true.

It was strange to think about now.

But it was true.

Buck hadn’t thought about them really as one-night stands or anything back then, but he had felt so devastated when he heard about Kameron.

It made sense now why he felt so devastated.

“Really?” groaned Tommy, pulling Buck in for a few sloppy kisses; one of his hands joining Buck’s in working their dicks.

“This girl I had casually hooking up with – Tiffany Kent. She had asked me if I wanted to try pegging. Wanted – wanted some experience before doing it with her. To see if I would like something like that before I agreed,” Buck moaned into Tommy’s mouth, “Planned to use a dildo, but Connor said that I didn’t need to waste money when he could substitute for one. Seemed like a good plan at the time. I was pretty broke. The feel of him inside me. Fuck.”

Connor, while not perfect, had been a pretty good lay all things considered. Had been considerate and kind. Had done his research and talked a few things through with Buck about prep. Had made sure Buck got off too. He was a great first experience in bottoming, really. Sweet and slow at first, but a little rough in the good way at the end.

Ten out of ten, Buck would recommend.

Buck had learned he was down for pegging after that.

Wow was he ever down for pegging after Tiff.

“The feel of her strap on inside me. God. I got a lot of tips on technique from her. She knew how to fuck someone,” groaned Buck, and yes, Buck really had asked the girl for tips afterward.

How could he not?

She was probably the best lay Buck ever had up until that point.

“But – but not what I was thinking about,” continued Buck, “This one time. You know. We were bored. Albert and I. A little pent up. And I – I could tell that he needed to do something about that. I got that it might have been hard. Living in the loft together and all. Not a lot of walls. Not a lot of privacy. And I had suggested, well, getting each other off.”

“Oh,” said Tommy, who seemed to be barely holding onto the conversation as his hand started to lose the pace, “Really?”

“I remember him feeling so good in my hands. And it wasn’t like this was my first time getting another guy off, but it – it felt a little special since Albert hadn’t done it before,” Buck gushed, remembering how adorably bashful the guy had been when Albert had admitted that, “I just wanted to make it good for his first time. Make it special for him. I – I know what it’s like when someone doesn’t care about how you’re feeling and I didn’t want Albert to feel that.”

Buck’s first time like that wasn’t exactly great.

Buck had done his best with the guy, but the moment he got the guy off, he stopped helping Buck out.

That.

Wasn’t great.

It didn’t feel particularly good.

Buck had felt used, honestly.

“I understand that feeling,” Tommy barely strung together, “You’re – you’re so good. So good at making sure others feel good. So happy you were like that for him.”

Buck hated that.

He hated that Tommy knew what that felt like too.

It made Buck just want to make Tommy feel as good as possible now.

Good as possible always.

“It’s the bare minimum,” said Buck, because it should be the bare minimum to make sure your partner is doing well too; that they were getting off if they wanted to get off, “And fuck, his hand on me. It was rough. That recent rough from new callouses from work. And he kept mumbling like – like nice things about me. Which made me gush at him. And it was just this overwhelming mess of kindness and appreciation and cheering each other on. It wasn’t like any of the other times I had done it.”

It really hadn’t been.

Even with Connor, bless the guy.

“I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. They were so beautiful,” Buck confessed, knowing he was reaching his peak soon, “T – the sounds he made and wishing – wishing I could just keep making him make those sounds. I remember the look in his eyes when he came. He came so hard, I somehow was part of the splash zone. It hit the bottom of my chin. It was so hot. I came so hard r – right there and then. C – came so hard, I couldn’t see for a few seconds.”

It was kind of an experience.

Buck didn’t know why he hadn’t thought back to it until now that it could possibly be more than just helping another guy out.

That it was definitely more.

Maybe because he hadn’t understood what it really meant until now.

“That’s a good hand job,” breathed Tommy; sounding at the brink of it.

Buck tried to pull out his best tricks at the end; get Tommy closer to that finish line.

“We didn’t really talk about it after. It – it never happened again either,” moaned Buck, losing control of how he was stroking them; feeling himself so close as well, “But sometimes. When I was alone. When I was by myself and I had my hand on my – my – I would – I would think about that night and just – ”

Buck.

Toppled over that edge. Groaning as he felt Tommy pulsing in his hand as well only moments after him.

And.

And Buck didn’t know when he slid to the ground.

He didn’t know when Tommy began to hold Buck in his arms during their come down.

But.

He was there.

Moaning at the feeling of the shower water still hitting him so nicely; as he knew Tommy was cleaning him up.

“Hey,” croaked Buck, “Hey, I can – ”

“No. You’re good. I’ve got you,” murmured Tommy, his smile soft as he continued to clean them both up, “… I think he was checking you out. Today. Pretty sure I saw him check you out.”

Buck.

Blinked.

“What?” asked Buck, a little confused.

“Downstairs. I think – I’m pretty sure he was checking you out a few times today,” explained Tommy who seemed to be busying himself now more than caring for Buck.

Which.

Sucked.

Buck didn’t want Tommy to just – just take care of him. He wanted to take care of Tommy too.

Buck didn’t want it to feel this way.

“It’s okay,” mumbled Tommy, “If you – I can leave if you’d like to do something with him.”

*****

Evan was gorgeous.

He was so beautiful in a post-orgasm glow.

He was always a handsome man, but Tommy was fond of this look. Impossibly relaxed and smiley and all jello limbs in Tommy’s arms.

Though.

Evann didn’t seem as relaxed as usual.

Maybe he was worried that Tommy was just saying he would be okay with this arrangement.

Which.

Was an unnecessary worry.

Tommy.

Could be okay.

He could be okay with this.

Albert was hot. He got that. And – and Evan had some unresolved feelings for the guy. Tommy could see that. And Tommy – Tommy could be okay with this if it was what Evan wanted. If it was what Evan needed.

Evan.

Looked utterly baffled by the suggestion.

Grabbed Tommy’s wrist again.

“If we ask him, we ask him together,” announced Evan like – like that made a whole lot of sense.

Evan was the one Albert had the connection with. Besides. Handsome man like Albert? Tommy lucked out that Evan liked him. Tommy couldn’t see himself bagging another hottie out of his league. Why would Tommy be there too? How could Tommy subject himself to that when he clearly wouldn’t be wanted?

Tommy.

Felt like he was missing something here.

“What?” asked Tommy.

“Come on. You obviously like him too. Which, uh. Which should make me pissed, but honestly it’s just making me horny,” said Evan, and good god, how was Buck’s dick twitching already, “I like him. You like him. I know he was checking you out too. I can’t see why we can’t – we can’t just. You know? Figure something out. The three of us.”

Oh.

“So, that wasn’t just my imagination?” asked Tommy, as Evan seemed to be burrowing his gaze into Tommy’s skull as if it would force Tommy to understand something.

“Dude checked you out within the first five minutes of meeting you. Besides. He’s always had good taste. Not surprised he’d like my boyfriend,” shrugged Evan, “But yeah, we should make this happen. You know…”

Evan.

Started making such a vague, random series of gestures that Tommy was pretty sure was supposed to be sex.

With.

Three people.

And.

“You want me there?” asked Tommy one more time quietly.

Because.

Tommy really wasn’t used to being part of the fantasy. Not like that. Not in a way that made him feel like he was really wanted because it was Tommy, not just big masc man with a big dick.

Evan beamed.

“What? You think I’d just do this without you if I did this? Tommy. Most of the random pornos that popped into my head today were you two together,” said Evan, “You inside him. Albert inside you. Making out. The sounds you two would make together. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t pop a boner until now, it got awkwardly graphic at times.”

Tommy.

Laughed.

“What? You know I get – I’ve got a high sex drive, you know that,” grumbled Evan.

“No. Not – I was just thinking about, I don’t know. How in sync you two must have been cooking together. Or – or the way he seems to just know how to finish your sentences sometimes,” offered Tommy, a little embarrassed to even say all of this, “Though. Yeah. The thought of you two together is… I mean, I wouldn’t say it didn’t cross my mind. And. Well. Not like I didn’t come as you were intimately describing something you did with him, Evan.”

Evan.

Grinned.

“So, what? We’re doing this? We’re going – we’re going to what, even?” asked Evan, because he hadn’t seemed to really think this exactly through.

Not that Tommy had assumed he would have.

“I don’t know,” said Tommy honestly, shrugging, “But I don’t think it’s bad to see if there’s something there. If – if we want to at least pursue a little more, even if it’s only for this weekend he’s staying with us.”

“I mean. It could get a little weird. Or awkward,” mumbled Evan, “I’m not sure if I’d live it down if we’re reading this wrong and Chimney found out.”

Right.

That was a possibility.

“Evan. There’s so much in my life where I fucked up. Where I didn’t pursue something I wanted because – because I was scared. And it’s not worth it. It’s not worth letting fear control you. Even if it doesn’t go our way, I think it’s a good idea to pursue this,” said Tommy, smiling, “And hey. We’ll be kind. We’ll be respectful. We won’t pressure him. We’ll just – just offer. And see where it goes from there. Okay?”

Evan.

Seemed to let that idea settle in his brain.

He chewed on it silently, thinking over what Tommy said.

Tommy loved seeing Evan like this. Seeing him contemplative and thoughtful. He was such a smart guy and he was always inciteful whenever he took a moment to mull over a subject.

Evan.

Nodded.

“I – I think you’re right. We should at least see if he’s interested,” agreed Evan.

“And if he’s not, we’ll make sure he knows that’s completely okay,” said Tommy, smiling.

And.

Evan seemed excited about the idea.

He seemed very excited.

He pulled Tommy in for a kiss.

Long.

And heartfelt.

And Tommy was melting at how wonderful it felt.

Tommy didn’t know how Evan did it. Just made Tommy feel the best he ever did. Made Tommy brave like this; want to pursue his desires.

Tommy was a coward.

He had always been a coward.

But something about Evan.

Sometimes, he swept Tommy up in the moment. He made Tommy believe things could be better; be good; be that romcom Tommy never believed he could have.

God, Tommy loved Evan.

“You’re sure about this?” breathed Evan into Tommy’s mouth.

“Positive,” Tommy said.

“Let’s see if Albert’s open to us, then,” whispered Evan, and Tommy could feel Evan’s smile as he deepened the kiss with Tommy.

*****

Albert Han.

Was stuck in a loft.

With two very hot men.

Albert.

Didn’t know why he had thought this was a good idea. Albert had agreed to Buck’s invitation immediately after Buck offered. It had just felt right.

And.

And Albert had missed living with Buck, if he was being honest. If he could have, Albert would have stayed in Los Angeles.

To be near his brother and his niece.

To be near Buck.

To be near the guy who made him relax every time he got home. Who talked a mile a minute about the most random of subjects, but made them all engrossing. Who had this warm energy around him that just made Albert gravitate toward him, even when he was being bossy.

A handsome guy with a great body. Nice ass. Nice arms. Lush lips. Big hands.

Hands that.

That were so gentle.

Firm yet caring; cared how a partner was feeling when he gripped Albert’s –

Nope.

Not that.

Albert shouldn’t be thinking about that.

It was a one-off thing and Albert could be okay with that.

Still.

Albert had wanted to stay in Los Angeles.

He really had.

But.

It hadn’t been in the cards.

Still, when Buck made sure Albert was okay with his boyfriend staying over too that weekend, Albert had been even more excited.

Because.

Tommy had sounded cool. He sounded sweet and thoughtful if a little dry at times. Albert had heard Tommy in the background of video chats with Buck and everything he asked was usually about Buck; if Buck needed some water or another pillow or telling Buck he was going out to one of his million hobbies.

And Buck seemed so happy.

Happier than Albert had ever seen him before.

Constantly wanting to gush about his boyfriend.

Which was cute.

It was.

And when Albert saw Buck after so long?

It was like Albert could breathe again. He held onto Buck and just felt his muscles relax in the embrace of his old roommate.

How could Albert not relax in that hug?

Buck was a fantastic hugger.

And then he met Tommy. Gallows humor, does everything in his power to eat cake every few days, finger guns wielding Tommy Kinard.

And he was amazing.

He was fucking hot. Abs on abs on abs, but in a healthy way; not the pronounced, dehydrated kind. And a chiseled face and a nice smile. And thoughtful. Even when Albert hadn’t realized he needed anything, Tommy made sure Albert was comfortable and happy and always having a good time.

Albert got it.

He got why Evan gushed about Tommy so much.

But.

Now.

Alone on the couch hearing them shower together, well, Albert was beginning to realize that he might possibly be an interloper in the home of a very cute couple.

And.

Thinking about the shower.

Both of them.

Naked.

Probably.

Probably in there together.

Close.

In the heat and the water.

A small private moment away from their guest where they could reach out and – and –

All Albert could think about were hands.

Big hands.

On the expanses of each other’s body.

And maybe they were meandering; maybe they were just so used to one another, so comfortable, that the touches were savored and relaxed. They weren’t exactly asking, just softly acknowledging and humming with known want.

Or.

Maybe it was quick. Not wanting their guest to suspect. Tortured by being so close all day but not being able to meet their desires whenever they wanted to at home with someone else around. Fast and impatient and passionate. Love mixing with lust as they sprinted toward a climax.

God.

They had to be good partners in bed.

Tommy was definitely attentive outside of bed. Albert couldn’t see the man not being just as attentive in bed.

And.

Albert already knew what Buck was like when.

When he.

Fuck.

Albert had thought about that one night a lot; the night where he and Buck had gotten each other off. The tenderness Buck had shown him. The affection that they devolved into as they babbled at each other toward the end.

It had been –

Fuck.

Sometimes, Albert thought about that night when he got himself off. Maybe Albert thought about that night more than he cared to admit.

But thinking about them both in the shower?

Whispering kind words and encouragement as they sprawled over some surface, bodies becoming one and –

Shit.

Albert shouldn’t be thinking about that.

Not when he was clearly just a guest in their loft.

Albert wanted to say this was a bad idea, but…

He really couldn’t say that. Not when it at least gave him the fantasy of two very hot, very sweet men possibly adding him to their bed.

Not that Albert would tell Buck any of that or Tommy, for that matter. That was one quick way to embarrass himself and land himself knocking on Chimney’s door at two in the morning kicked out of Buck’s loft.

Nope.

Those were inside thoughts.

Not for the ears of the good couple above him.

Who were – could Albert hear Buck and Tommy walking downstairs?

“Hey, Albert,” said Buck in.

In only pajama pants.

They were both only in pajama pants.

He and his boyfriend.

Albert.

Was strong.

He.

Could look only at their eyes.

“We, uh. We wanted to talk to you about something,” said Tommy, and did Tommy sound nervous?

Had Tommy noticed Albert checking Buck out? Or Tommy out for that matter?

“It’s nothing bad,” Tommy said, clearly reading something on Albert’s face, “At least, we don’t think it’s bad. And – and also keep in mind that this is – it’s completely okay to say no. We’ll be okay if you say no.”

Wait.

What?

Albert had no idea what was happening.

“What would I say no to?” asked Albert curiously, sitting up on the couch; turning so that his feet were planted on the ground.

Buck and Tommy glanced at one another.

“We, uh. We both came to the realization that we might, uh. We like you,” Buck said stumbling a bit with his words, “And it’s okay if we’re reading this wrong. Tell us and we’ll be fine, but we – we think you like us too?”

Was.

Was this going where Albert thought it was going?

“And if you do, well, if – if you’d like to, we’d love to uh. Sleep. With. You?” said Tommy, and he seemed to not know what to do with his hands now, he was so awkward; so stressed about the situation.

Whether this would make Albert uncomfortable.

It was cute.

They were both really cute.

And.

Well.

Albert relaxed.

Though.

“Am I dreaming?” was the first thing that came out of Albert’s mouth.

And.

Buck was an impulsive guy.

He always had been.

The whole reason they had jerked each other off that one time was because Buck impulsively offered. So, it was no surprise to Albert when Buck strode over to Albert, grabbed him by the face and – and kissed Albert.

Long.

And hard.

And proper.

Thoroughly turning Albert’s mind into mush as Albert chased those soft lips for more.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” asked Buck, his voice a mixture of annoyance about Albert’s previous question and satisfied with how he made Albert lose all of his brain cells with a single kiss.

“If I say yes, will you kiss me like that again?” asked Albert, because Albert didn’t really have a lot of brainpower left at this point to stop a quippy remark.

And.

Buck.

Buck went in for another kiss.

He kept going in for more and more kisses, helping Albert out of his shirt, his boxers.

And Albert felt it.

Felt the nudge of Tommy gently trying to open Albert’s legs.

And Buck stopped his utter annihilation of Albert’s thoughts to tip Albert’s chin just so Albert could see Tommy on his knees between his legs.

Fuck.

“That’s a view,” quipped Albert, because his filter was gone.

At least Tommy chuckled at that.

“I’d say this is a better one,” said Tommy turning his attention to, well – wow Albert didn’t know he had gotten that hard from one make out session.

One.

Really fucking good make out session.

And.

Albert could only groan as he felt Tommy massaging the insides of his thighs.

As.

As Buck gently nestled a hand in Tommy’s curls.

Guided.

Tommy’s.

Head.

Down.

Tommy’s.

Mouth.

Taking only Albert’s tip in at first.

Tongue licking around the sensitive gland; swirling; Tommy adjusting every time Buck tilted Tommy’s head this way and that. Buck slowly bobbing Tommy’s head up and down Albert, only having Tommy take in a little more.

And it didn’t seem rough.

It didn’t look like Tommy was protesting at all.

Tommy seemed completely at ease; his moans vibrating on Albert’s dick as Buck took his time pushing and pulling Tommy’s head on Albert’s length; pacing Tommy as he had Tommy take more and more and more.

The warmth.

The softness of Tommy’s mouth; his tongue.

The way Tommy’s hands moved; rough and calloused but endearingly gentle. How Tommy rubbed Albert’s thighs; fondled Albert’s balls; brushed fingertips over Albert’s taint.

All of it was just –

Albert could only groan.

“Doing such a good job on him, babe,” whispered Buck, and god, Albert could feel Buck’s smile on his skin as Buck nibbled and sucked right next to Albert’s nipple and Albert knew there was going to be a hickey there when Buck was done.

Not that Albert could completely focus on that thought.

Not when he felt Tommy, completely relaxed and trusting of Buck’s choices, sink even lower.

The tip of Albert’s dick.

Hitting.

The back of Tommy’s throat.

And.

Going.

Down.

Down into Tommy’s throat, and fuck, Albert had never been deep throated before. He kind of assumed it was more of a porn thing or something. And Buck was moving Tommy’s head faster now; making Tommy splutter and choke a bit, though, still relaxed enough to take Albert in to the root.

Albert.

Feeling Tommy’s nose hit him at times.

And.

Buck’s mouth was a marvel too. It really was. The way it roamed over Albert, choosing new spots to make Albert moan about. Sucked hard in a good way; claiming that little piece of skin as Buck’s own.

Leaving a mark.

Buck’s other hand teasing now rock-hard nipples; tracing the muscles on Albert’s body; resting on the back of Albert’s head so that he could pull Albert deep into a brain melting kiss that made Albert forget his name.

Buck finished hickey number seven apparently before nipping at Albert’s ear; whispering, “He feels so good, right? He always feels so good like this. Looks so gorgeous wrapped around me. He looks beautiful wrapped on you. It’s almost addictive, really. How good he can be at that. How he can take so much in. We talked about it already. It’s okay if you come like this. It’s okay if you come right now – ”

And it wasn’t even when Tommy was fully on him.

It was when Buck was pulling Tommy up to the tip when Albert began to spill onto Tommy’s tongue; Buck pushing Tommy’s head so that Albert was back down Tommy’s throat then back up just to the tip over and over as he and Tommy practically milked Albert until he was soft and spent, breathing heavy as Tommy slowly popped his mouth off Albert’s dick; Tommy moving so that he sat down next to Albert on the couch.

Buck leaned his side on the armrest of the couch.

Buck’s.

Dick.

Heavy.

So fucking hard.

Albert forgot how big Buck was.

Albert had expected Tommy to be bit big too, but wow, glancing over at Tommy’s open and bare legs now, his naked form, Tommy was hard too and he was – could someone fit that inside themselves?

Did Buck?

“Great blowjob, right?” asked Buck with a grin, leaning over to scratch Tommy’s scalp.

Tommy drifted into the touch, utterly out of it.

Truly in a daze.

High off what he had just done.

Albert stared between Tommy and Buck.

“Yeah. Fantastic blowjob,” said Albert, his voice a little raspy, “Such a good blowjob.”

“I keep telling you, babe. You’re so good at that,” murmured Buck to Tommy.

“Only good when I’m with you,” Tommy said, drawn to Buck’s voice as he stood up; gravitated into Buck’s orbit.

Buck.

Wiped a bit of cum off Tommy’s lips with his thumb.

Licking the cum off.

Albert’s cum.

Fuck.

Tommy.

Still in that daze.

Rested his forehead on Buck’s.

Gazing into Buck’s eyes as if there was no other place to look.

God.

Albert wanted that too.

The gentle way Buck took Tommy’s face and sweetly kissed him.

The way Tommy looked at Buck.

He wanted all of that.

“I think you underestimate yourself, Tommy,” Buck said so fondly, deepening their kiss.

And Tommy didn’t even seem to know where he was after that kiss was done.

“You two are pretty hard,” Albert somehow found himself saying, not sure how he found the brain cells to even say that.

Buck and Tommy turned their gaze to Albert and it was so much. Albert almost felt overwhelmed by the attention; felt his dick twitching despite it being too soon for him to get hard again.

“Let’s continue this upstairs,” said Buck as he reached out to grab Albert’s hand.

And.

Albert was a bit out of it too, he supposed.

He was wobbly kneed as he made his way up with Buck and Tommy to their bed. He was kind of grateful Buck helped him up there because there was no way Albert would have been able to get up to the second floor of the loft without someone making sure he wasn’t tripping on the stairs.

Albert wasn’t even sure when he had found himself laying down on their bed; he just was lying there now.

“What should I do about this?” Buck hummed, looking for suggestions from the audience; stroking his length casually.

“In – inside me,” Albert said without a thought, “You could, uh. You could fuck me.”

“I could,” said Buck as he shifted; turned his attention to Albert; asked a little more seriously, “Are you okay with that?”

“I’m kind of the one who suggested it,” countered Albert, “Thought about it before. After that night… I mean, I held it. How could I not think about that length? What it would feel like in other ways?”

It was true.

Not that Albert had a lot of opportunities to bottom, but he had thought about that distantly; what Buck would feel like inside him.

“Have you ever…?” Tommy half-asked, still sounding completely out of it.

“Bottomed? Once,” said Albert sheepishly before he confessed, “Haven’t hooked up with a lot of guys.”

Tommy’s hands were so big. They were so gentle as they patted Albert’s chest; as Tommy said, “Hey. That’s okay. We’re here for you.”

Tommy.

Inched closer.

Dorkily scooted; shimmied like a snake.

Buck snorted.

“You have arms and legs,” Buck pointed out, as if he was having the same thought.

Tommy made a few halfhearted grumbles Buck’s way before reaching Albert. He lifted himself up just enough before he pulled Albert in for a kiss.

And Tommy was a different kind of kisser.

Buck sucked you into his world.

Made Buck the only thing you could think about.

Buck was a precision attack on any higher brain functions and he made it feel good to fall into that passion; that want. He was heart stuttering and ear ringing and toe curling. He made Albert lightheaded in the best of ways. Made Albert pant for more; chase those lips for just a little longer in the depths of that desire.

Buck made the utter addiction to him feel as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Like everyone wanted his lips.

Needed them.

Buck was a waterfall; he was rapids. He was a riptide pulling Albert under and making Albert fall in love with drowning in him.

Tommy was more like a gentle ocean.

Tommy was a calm lake.

Tommy was surprisingly soft in his approach; almost so gooey that it might make a guy self-conscious. He was crowding and coziness and a relaxing weight. He was patience and constantly adjusting to what made Albert moan into his mouth. It was the kind of kiss that Albert thought about whenever he watched a rom-com.

Sweet.

And easy.

And fuzzy feelings rippling through his entirety as Tommy began jerking him off too. Not quite enough to get Albert anywhere but enough to make Albert feel good; make him relax.

Make him want more.

And.

Albert was getting more.

Moaning at the feeling of a warm, slick finger circling around his entrance.

Buck’s finger.

Buck making Albert accustomed to it before Buck began to prod.

“Oh. You played down here recently, didn’t you?” asked Buck, a fondness in his voice as he moved that finger in and out with ease; prodded and explored a bit as he stretched Albert open.

“Might have – might have seen a photo of you two working out together on Instagram before I left Seoul and, uh…” Albert started to say between kisses, lost for a moment in that late night where he had definitely fantasized about a scenario like this.

Funny what dreams came true.

“Hey. I get it. Not like I haven’t jerked off to you before,” Buck admitted, one finger easily becoming two as he began scissoring; as he began working Albert a little more, making Albert moan as he hit that spot inside him as –

As.

Albert heard Tommy moan.

Felt Tommy fidgeting; his hard dick brushing Albert’s side and –

Albert.

Looked at what Buck was doing.

He was working them both open.

“I – I was wondering if – I mean. We don’t have to. But. If you’d like to be inside me while Buck fucks you – ” Tommy started to say, as if he was some sort of afterthought in this equation and Albert didn’t get that.

“You think I’d say no to that?” asked Albert, but Tommy seemed to need a little bit more encouragement here as well as clarity, so Albert forced Tommy to look him dead in the eyes as he said, “I would love to fuck you.”

Tommy.

Gave Albert that scrunchy nose smile.

And.

Well.

Albert had to pull Tommy in for another kiss after that.

He just had to.

Moaning into each other’s mouths as Buck kept working them.

“Ready?’ asked Buck gently.

Tommy.

Turned to Buck.

Smiling.

“Yeah. I’m ready,” said Tommy.

“Let’s do this,” breathed Albert, not sure how they were going to organize this whole thing.

It was Albert’s first threesome, after all.

It wasn’t as if Albert knew everything about threesomes.

Albert watched as Buck pulled out a few condoms. Ripped the packet open as he rolled one on himself; lubed his dick before Albert felt it.

The press.

Of the tip.

It was right at Albert’s entrance.

“You still okay with this?” asked Buck.

“I want this,” Albert said, the both of them moaning as he felt Buck, at first, rocking shallowly; his tip pushing in and out.

Tommy still kissing Albert and murmuring how good Albert was doing and pumping Albert’s dick.

“Hey. I want some of that too,” grumbled Buck like a brat.

Which.

Made Tommy smile.

“What? Need encouragement?” asked Tommy, looking amused as he shifted around so he could pepper Buck with kisses, “You’re so good at that. Being patient. Letting him get used to you. Amazing job, honey.”

Buck.

Buck snickered a bit.

Bashful and giggling and snorting a bit as he said, “You don’t have to say all that.”

“But you love it,” said Tommy warmly between kisses, “You like a little praise.”

Buck.

Slowly.

Pressed more and more inside Albert.

Sinking in as Albert’s body gave way; relaxed and let Buck slide in until Buck was fully embedded inside Albert, Buck’s balls pressed onto Albert’s skin.

Buck seemed lost in it for a moment.

Being inside of Albert.

How he molded his shape in Albert’s body.

Savoring it all.

Albert couldn’t blame Buck.

He moaned at how Buck twitched inside him.

How hot and thick Buck was; how full Buck made Albert.

Albert unconsciously clenched down just thinking about it. Both he and Buck moaned in unison at that.

“You feel so good,” groaned Buck, doing his best not to move.

“I could say the same for you,” breathed Albert, very happy with his decision to let Buck fuck him.

“Think you can take more or do you want to start with this?” asked Buck curiously.

“Oh, I want Tommy on me too. I want to be inside him,” said Albert, and they both seemed to groan again at Albert tightening and Buck growing somehow bigger inside him as they both must have thought about how this would feel like with Tommy on Albert too.

Albert watched Tommy adjust his position.

Get on top of Albert.

His thighs.

Pressing Albert’s sides as Albert felt Buck roll a condom on him. Albert groaned as Buck lathered his condomed length with lube, giving Albert a few lazy pumps.

Tommy lined up with Albert.

“You sure?” asked Tommy one more time.

Albert reached out.

Placed his hands on Tommy’s hips.

Helped Tommy stay steady as he raked his eyes over Tommy’s form.

So hot.

And incredibly hard still.

“Very sure,” breathed Albert.

And.

Okay.

Buck seemed a little possessive as he placed his hands on top of Albert’s hands. As he leaned over and nuzzled into Tommy’s neck.

“You can wait five seconds and let us have a moment,” Tommy started to say, but groaned as Buck began to slowly move Tommy onto Albert.

Albert.

Feeling himself breech Tommy.

And there weren’t small breaks like Albert had.

It was as a continuous impalement; Buck pressing Tommy further and further down onto Albert; kissing and worrying wherever he could on Tommy’s neck and shoulder and jaw as he did so.

Tommy.

Moaning.

Leaning into Buck’s movements.

Letting Buck set that pace for him.

Push him down onto Albert until Albert was fully inside Tommy.

And.

God.

Tommy was so tight.

He was so fucking tight wrapped around Albert like that.

And warm.

And soft.

Fuck.

“Wait – wait for a second,” mumbled Tommy, swatting away a whining Buck for a moment.

Tommy bent down, smiling as he gave Albert a quick kiss.

Looked at Albert like he was checking for something – discomfort or a change in Albert’s mind on this. Tommy practically said as much as he asked, “Is this still good? How are you doing?”

It was sweet.

Albert appreciated it, but also, he was incredibly overwhelmed by the feeling of Tommy on him and Buck in him and just yearned more. Albert might have said as much too as he looked Tommy straight in the eye and said, “I want more.”

Tommy gave Albert one more quick kiss before laughing; and Albert could feel it. He could feel Buck’s arm moving to pull Tommy back up to sitting position close to him.

“Always so possessive,” mumbled Tommy, turning his head to face Buck as best as he could.

And it wasn’t the best angle, but Tommy could definitely see those puppy dog eyes Buck was giving him.

“I just missed you is all,” said Buck oh so innocently, making Tommy melt.

“Always miss you,” breathed Tommy, and Albert was lost in how they kissed above him.

The angle bad, but the kiss so right.

Moaning as they both seemed to be in sync in their pace. Working themselves in and on Albert like they knew every trick in the book.

Hell.

They probably did.

And Albert was so lost in it, though.

Lost in the feeling of Buck hitting his prostate over and over and over again. Lost in the feeling of Tommy bouncing on him at a pace that seemed to be building along with Buck’s. Lost in the way they kept kissing one another whenever they could.

It was beautiful.

It was so much.

Too much in the best of ways.

And Albert didn’t even know.

He hadn’t even registered it until he felt his hands shoving Tommy down; as he felt himself tipping over that edge, spilling into his condom as he watched Buck pumping Tommy’s dick once, twice, Tommy tightening; his muscles convulsing and milking Albert as he came too; Tommy painting Albert’s chest.

And Buck was still moving.

He was losing his pace; moving with no rhythm as he chased it, as he chased –

Albert.

Whimpered.

Wholly overstimulated at this point.

Even with the condom, Albert could feel Buck pulsing; fully sheathed inside Albert as he filled his condom up.

Fuck.

Things were a little foggier from there, but Albert found himself cleaned up and curled up in bed with boxers on; Tommy in the middle and he and Buck on either side of the man.

“Hey. No. Sleep,” mumbled Tommy, pulling Albert a little closer.

And.

Albert couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that request.

He let himself fall asleep, using Tommy’s arm as his pillow.

*****

Albert.

Heard muffled sounds.

Quiet whispers and soft chuckles.

He opened his eyes blearily, hearing, “Did we wake you?” from… from Buck?

Albert took in his surroundings.

Right.

He had slept with Buck and Tommy. He had slept with them and then he had literally slept with them.

They seemed pretty casual about it, all things considered.

Buck leaned over from his perch on Tommy’s right side, his eyes and smile soft as he said, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” said Albert in a morning voice, sitting up as he noticed Tommy.

Had.

Glasses on.

He had reading glasses on and he was – was that a photo album?

“Wait. Wait I know this. This is the album you made,” said Albert smiling as he leaned over to look at all the ridiculous photos he and Buck took as roommates; the ones Buck got printed out for this, “When I left. You had your own copy?”

It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for Albert. People didn’t just make photo albums for Albert.

People.

Didn’t make them for Buck either.

He wondered if people made them for Tommy, but he had a feeling the answer was the same.

“Of course I made my own copy,” said Buck, absolutely heartfelt, “I loved the time you were here.”

Oh.

Albert.

Felt his face heat up.

It was strange to find out just how much someone cared about him. It was strange sometimes to realize that someone cared just as much as Albert had.

Maybe they really did like him.

Not just for the night.

Maybe.

Maybe Buck and Tommy would want him more than just one night. Albert found himself leaning in; relaxing as he kissed Tommy’s shoulder casually.

Just.

Staring down at the photos below.

Feeling like he belonged here too.

That he was going to fight to belong here too.

“Have I ever told you about the time Buck thought there was a ghost in the loft?” asked Albert curiously.

“A… ghost?” asked Tommy, looking like he had already met superstitious Buck before.

“Why do you think I keep holy water in the bathroom?” asked Buck.

“You keep holy water in the bathroom?” asked Tommy, raising his eyebrows as if mildly worried about the fact that he didn’t know that.

“That’s where the ghost was,” explained Albert.

“It was probably some old pipes,” Tommy offered, but Albert could see that Buck was having none of that explanation.

“No. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost,” said Buck as Albert laughed.

“It was definitely something weird,” said Albert, not quite giving in to the ghost idea.

“No. It was definitely a ghost. You see, before this building was made, there was a house here owned by a scandalous Hollywood star from the silent film era by the name of Esther ‘the Wink’ Feinstein.”

“The Wink?” asked Tommy half-amused, half-exasperated.

“Because she had a signature wink,” explained Albert, because he was there when Buck went down this rabbit hole.

And.

Albert just.

He just let himself fall into the conversation.

Fall into this relationship.

And he didn’t know how long this would last.

But he was going to make it work if they wanted it too.