Title: The Brush of Fate
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Lou Ransone
Tags: Alternate Universe, First Time,
Summary: After a brush with a serial killer, Buck is drawn to a cop he saw in passing.
Word Count: 2,594
Spoilers: Up Through Season 3 (Goes AU just after the tsunami)
Beta: Grammarly



Buck wasn't sure what he was doing at the club. He hadn't sought out anyone like this in a while, but after the tsunami and not being allowed back at work yet, he felt like his skin was too tight. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it now.

"Hey, handsome," a woman said as she pressed into him from the side.

Buck turned to look at her, and there was something off. She was smiling, and she was fucking beautiful, but it was her eyes. After years of being on the road, Buck had a well-tuned danger sense, driving from place to place to find somewhere to settle down.

"Hello," Buck said when he could finally find his voice.

It looked like the woman took that as she had charmed him with her looks already. Buck shoved his hand into his pocket and got his phone unlocked before texting Eddie to call Athena and get her here. He let the woman drag him onto the dance floor and danced with her for a good long while before he noticed a man on the dance floor that was looking right at him. He was hot, and Buck would rather dance with him, but he didn't want to leave the woman until Athena had gotten there.

"Hey, Buck," the man said as he stepped up to them, yelling over the noise.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you until later."

"Athena was late letting me go." The man looked at the woman, giving her a bright smile.

Buck felt a curl of something in his gut at seeing the man look at her like that and not him. Buck gave the man a smile. "Well, Athena is very dedicated.

"Mind if I join you two?" the man asked.

"No, please, do, hot stuff," the woman said, and she turned to look at the man.

As soon as her eyes were off him, Buck felt hands grabbing him and pulling him back before Athena stepped up and grabbed the woman's hands and cuffed her. The music stopped, and officers were getting everyone away from where the woman was now struggling.

Buck was pulled fully out of the club. He didn't even fight the two officers that were doing it.

"You sit down, and you stay there until Sergeant Grant tells you you can leave," the female officer said.

Buck sat down on the hood of Athena's car and waited. He checked his phone and found that Eddie wanted to hear from him as soon as possible. Buck texted him that he would call while on his way home. Buck reached up and touched the side of his face. He had a few scratches from the tsunami that were still healing a little, the deeper and longer ones.

The man that had gone onto the dance floor left, and with the way he moved, Buck knew he was a cop. He got into an unmarked car and drove off. Buck really was sad to see him go.

Athena came marching out of the club, and she zeroed in on Buck with that look on her face.

"Hey, I was just coming to get my dance on," Buck said.

"Oh, don't I know it."

"So what is happening?"

"We have a serial killer in town. We found one body already, and then you messaged that. She stalks her prey in clubs, and I just knew it. We got a good look at her face on the cameras in the club before moving in. You were just unlucky to be the one to catch her eye because your little sense thing about situations made you get help."

"I learned to trust that a long time ago. I knew who to accept help from when I was broke down on the side of the road and when not to. Is there anything you need?"

"Come in tomorrow and give a statement. Eddie's statement has already been gotten, just based on his little bit. He emailed it in and will sign it later. Go and see him. He might not let you out of his sights for a while."

Buck groaned and would have flopped back, but he didn't want to hit his head. Eddie wasn't going to let him out again. The first time he got swept up in a tsunami, the second time, he nearly became the victim of a serial killer.

---

Buck stopped his run and started his cooldown stretches. He would finish cooling down as he walked back to the loft.

"Buy you a coffee?" a man called out.

Buck almost kept on walking, thinking that the man couldn't be talking to him. Then he stopped when he saw a guy looking at him. It was the cop from the club three weeks before. The man was also dressed in running gear, looking like he had just finished his.

The attraction to men wasn't new to Buck, but he had never really touched on it because, unlike women, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to just drop the person he slept with. His only long relationship with a man had been in Montana, and while he had hated leaving him behind, Jake was tied to the ranch in a way that Buck wasn't. Leaving him behind had hurt like hell, and Buck had promised to not fuck around with men again. Jake had never been a one-night stand, no matter what Buck had told himself.

"I hate coffee shop coffee," Buck said.

"Well, then it's a good thing I have a machine at my place, isn't it?" The man stepped forward, and he grinned. "Just to talk. We can discuss everything if you want to stay for the afternoon. I can order in lunch."

Buck looked at his watch to see that it was already ten. He didn't have clothes to change into, and he was sweaty.

"I also have clothes so you can shower. There are two bathrooms with showers at my place."

"Yes," Buck said before he could second guess himself.

The walk wasn't long at all, and Buck found that he got calmer and calmer as they walked. He had no idea what he was doing. He could leave, and he knew it. The man wouldn't keep him around if he didn't want to be there.

"The name's Lou Ransone, Buck."

"It's nice to meet you, Lou."

"You are a little far from your place, aren't you?"

"How do you know?" Buck didn't feel anything that hit his senses that this man was an issue.

"Athena has talked about her husband's duo of adopted boys and where they live."

"Me and Eddie?" Buck had heard him being referred to as Bobby's adopted son before but not Eddie, though Bobby did pay him a lot of attention.

"Yes, you two and your whole platonic raising of Christopher together."

"And you still want to get into this?"

"He's told me the both of you just don't mesh that way, despite both of you being bisexual. I'm closer to pansexual than bi, by the way." Lou waved Buck toward the kitchen, but Buck reached out and snagged his hand, pulling him in close. Lou moved with it, boxing Buck into the kitchen wall and claiming his mouth in a kiss.

Buck melted into the wall and enjoyed the feeling of being claimed by someone. The height difference made Buck feel like he was surrounded and cared for, even if all they were doing was kissing.

"I was serious about the coffee and shower," Lou said.

"I know, but why don't we do the coffee after the shower and the shower after the bed?"

"You don't even know me," Lou said.

"I have apps for hookups; I don't care much about that."

"And if this was something more than a hookup?"

"I would be okay with that. I like sex, and I like feeling good, so if the sex sucks between us, I'd rather know now than later after emotions are there."

"I can get fully behind that plan."

"Then let's go."

Lou took control and walked them to the bedroom, kissing as they went; the kisses were like a drug and pulled Buck more and more into the feeling of just being there with Lou. Everything else was forgotten, and it was just them.

Buck was used to being the bigger of him and his partner, but with Lou, he was bigger in bulk. Lou had him beat on size, and he wasn't a slouch in the muscle department either.

Lou had him naked in moments and on his front on the bed. Buck gripped the bedding, and Lou laid down over the top of him, his cock hot and heavy in the cleft of Buck's cheeks.

"Let the lube," Lou said and lifted up to allow Buck to move.

The lube and condoms were in the drawer, along with a toy that made Buck's eyes cross a little at the thought of it going inside of him at some point. He checked the date on the condom before handing it back.

"I heard that. You like that? It's nearly the same size I am."

"Nearly as in a little bigger or a little smaller?"

Lou rocked his hips into Buck. "Guess."

"Fuck." Buck sank down into the bed and groaned. He fisted the sheets again as Lou popped the cap on the lube, and then there was a hand holding him open before a finger sunk into him.

"Hold yourself open," Lou said a moment later when he pulled his finger free.

Buck did as he was bid, and he spread his legs a little to give himself a little more room. Lou settled between them instead of on either side of them. Lou balanced himself with a hand on Buck's back, holding him down while he fingered him open. Buck lost it around three fingers, feeling like he was floating in the feeling of good sex before getting to the sex.

The rip of the condom wrapper brought Buck back, and he turned his head to look to see Lou rolling it into his cock.

"How good are the walls?"

"You can scream if you want. No one is around right now." Lou moved up, using his clean hand to press Buck down into the bed again before he slowly breached Buck.

Buck groaned around the feel of being stretched. He tried not to make too much noise, but the little moans and whimpers were unbidden.

When Lou was fully seated, he draped himself over Buck, using his body weight to hold him down while he fucked him. It was the single most wonderful sexual experience of his life, and Buck could barely make words. He begged for more and said the word please more than he wanted to admit. The drag of the bedding on his cock made Buck feel like he was going to come long before he was ready.

"Lou," Buck begged when Lou started to slow down to draw out the sex for both of them. "Please."

"I like hearing that word from your lips." Lou picked up the pace, rolling his hips in the best way possible and getting Buck's orgasm out of him with a shout.

Buck was basking in the feeling of good sex with Lou holding him close as he came back to the world from his orgasm.

"Shower, coffee, lunch, talking throughout. I meant it that I want this to be something more," Lou said a few minutes after Buck finally felt like he could think again.

"Hmm, sounds good. I like flowers and romance, and I don't care who does what."

"Good. I was hoping to get a ride on your cock later."

Buck rolled over to kiss Lou again. The sex had been so damned good that Buck was still mostly boneless. He didn't think he could stand in the shower. This was going to be the limit of what he wanted to do for the next while.

---

"Detective Ransone, how can we help you?" Bobby asked just loud enough for the upper loft to hear.

Buck looked over at Eddie and then over to the stairs. He chose to not go down them but to stand up and walk over to look down. Eddie was right there at his side.

Things with Lou were still rather new, and while Buck had never told him he could visit, he hadn't said he couldn't either. Buck hadn't been back at work long after finally getting what was needed to override Bobby and Bobby chose to keep him rather than allow him to go anywhere else. The union hadn't been happy about Buck's choice, but Buck was, and that was what mattered.

"I'm looking for Buck, actually."

"He and Eddie are up in the loft doing that thing where they talk without saying a word."

"I'm used to that," Lou said.

Buck snorted, and it drew Lou's eyes up to him.

"Ah, there you are. Gonna stay up there?" Lou asked.

"We just got back from call-out, so yes. You can get your lazy detective ass up here," Buck said.

"Lazy ass?"

"He flirts like this with more than one person?" Chim asked.

"Eddie's pretty enough that I don't mind sharing the flirting," Lou said as he walked up the stairs. He pulled a bag from his pocket. The shape had to be a bar of chocolate.

Buck snagged it and started to unwrap and laughed when a second bar fell out. Buck tossed that to Eddie right away. "Thanks. Just what I was craving."

"I figured. I heard about the call-out, and I was headed this way to talk with a victim on a case. I thought you and Eds could use a pick me up."

Buck swallowed, and he nodded at Lou. Lou stepped up right away and pulled Buck into a soft kiss.

"You okay?"

"Mentally, I'm getting there. Physically, I just have a few bruises on my trunk. Hen's already checked me out. I'm fine."

"And you?" Lou asked.

"Just one bruise on my hip," Eddie answered once he swallowed the bit of the candy bar. "We are both good. Everyone alive and accounted for, the best thing in a situation like that."

"Agreed. I have a few minutes; I want to hold you."

Buck turned and started to push Lou to the couch and then settled down into his arms, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Lou's chest.

"I wondered who gave him that hickey a week ago; who are you?" Hen asked.

"Detective Lou Ransone, Miss Hen," Lou said.

"Ah, so you know all about us?"

"Well, since I work with Athena, I knew more about all of you than you probably would like before I finally met Buck."

"And just how long has this been going on?" Bobby asked.

"About a month," Buck answered. He sunk down into Lou a little more and sighed when Eddie laid his hand on Buck's ankle, where it was tucked onto the couch. "Best guy ever."

"He's not talked about you," Chim said.

"That's because of the nosey bodies you both are. It was easier to just let you think that he was hooking up with people again," Eddie said.

Buck let the words wash over him as Eddie defended Buck keeping Lou to himself as long as possible. It wasn't the most normal relationship, but it worked for them, and it was all that mattered.

The End