semi-hiatus

He tucks Evan’s face under his chin and runs a hand up and down Evan’s arm, trying his best to stop his shakes.Evan chokes out another groan between his wheezes, trembling fingers loosely holding the hem of Tommy’s shirt, and when Tommy slides his free hand under Evan’s shirt, the frown on his face deepens as he feels his boyfriend’s hot, tense muscles beneath his fingertips. “God, Evan.” Tommy mumbles, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “You’re burning up.”  * Buck is not feeling great. Tommy to the rescue. Bad Things Happen Bingo: "I'm Fine."

Buck slightly picks his head up to face Tommy, his hand resting on the other man’s chest, and tilts his head, brows wrinkled. “What— What are you doing?” “Cuddling.” Tommy answers casually, without lifting his head from the pillow. He presses Buck’s head down to where it was resting on his chest, and wraps the arm he has under Buck around his waist. He holds Buck by his bicep with his other hand to pull him closer to his side, slides a leg between Buck’s thighs, and manhandles Buck so Buck is laying half on Tommy’s chest, half pressed against his side. “Just want to hold you, kid.” * In which Buck and Tommy cuddle. That's the fic.

Slowly, Buck pulls the door open, and a restrained smile curves up his lips as he greets the other man, his heart racing at the thought of what to come. “Evan.” Tommy says softly, with worry, and places his fingers under Buck’s chin to tilt it up, taking another step and leaning closer. “My God.” Tommy’s hand slides down to rest on his neck, a featherlight sensation, and traces the tip of his fingers over the ugly bruises on Buck’s throat, touching every inch of dark patch of skin so gently as he examines, like he’s scared to hurt him. * Buck gets hurt on a call, Tommy looks after him. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Grabbed by the Chin