Title: Stuffed Full
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationships: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Tags: Porn AND Plot
Summary: Buck was alone until he wasn't anymore.
Word Count: 5,158
Beta: Grammarly



Buck leaned back on the couch and flipped the channel to something else. He cocked his head to the side as he watched the people trialing some kind of new exercise device that someone would buy from the comfort of their couch, then it stopped getting used in a few months. He flipped the channel and found that it had hit infomercial time. He turned the TV off and tossed the remote down onto the coffee table before he turned to lie down on the couch. He had been at loose ends since Tommy had called to cancel on him for the date they had planned. It had been a lunch date, and then they were supposed to come back here and cook dinner together. It had been a big thing for Buck because he hadn't really shared kitchen space with Tommy, yet that wasn't just handing things to each other.

Then Tommy canceled, and he said he would explain when he could.

So Buck was all alone. He reached for his Kindle, forgetting what book he was reading on it. He found that it wasn't enough to hold his attention after even a few minutes, so he headed up to the bedroom, thinking that maybe he needed to do something else to make sure that his brain stopped. He stripped off before grabbing his supplies out of his drawer to get himself off. He had found the largest of the dildos he had, not nearly as big as Tommy's but just about the size he liked the best when he was getting himself off. He tossed them all down on the bed before heading to the bathroom.

A warm shower was just what he needed to get himself primed for what was to come. He made sure that he had cleaned himself up a lot, fingering himself with a little bit of lube when he was done with all of that, one arm pressed to the wall and the other inside of him. He would work himself open more once he was in bed, but he wanted this right now.

When the water started to turn a little cool, he forced himself out of the shower. Everything was on the bed where he had left it, which was good since he was alone in the loft. He uncapped the lube as he dropped down onto the bed. He wanted to have some fun, so he rolled to his back and got a pillow under his lower back to hike his ass up, and he palmed himself a little bit. He traced his rim with his fingers before he slicked them up. He groaned as he pressed two inside, unwilling even to touch the idea of having just a single one inside of him.

"Fuck," Buck said as he found his prostate. He loved this feeling. He had loved it for longer than he and Tommy had been together. Taylor loved her strap-on, and she had been all about using it on Buck, which she had agreed with all the time. He fucked her enough that letting her fuck him had been just good boyfriend things. She was good with it, and then he would eat her out afterward, sated and sloppy from being fucked.

The dildo was next, and Buck made sure it was slicked up more than it needed before he rolled to his stomach and got on his knees to push it inside of him. He shook with the feeling of being full. He wanted this to be Tommy, but Tommy wasn't there, so this was the second-best thing.

He had the dildo all the way inside of him in just a few thrusts, and his eyes rolled back in his head a little as he held it inside of him in the best way possible. Buck wanted to make sure that he was sated enough to sleep when it was time for him to get off. He teased with slow and shallow thrusts before allowing a deeper one or two before going back to the shallow ones; he was leaking all over the pillow. He was also sweating all over, but that just meant it was good.

The slamming of a neighbor's door made him jerk, and Buck groaned into the pillow he grabbed and pulled forward to muffle his sounds. Most of the time, no one heard each other, but the slamming of doors sometimes weirdly echoed around the hallway.

Buck started to work the dildo inside faster and faster, making sure that he got his prostate as much as he could. He needed to get off, and he needed it now. He could lay there and recover, then fuck himself again if he needed. Buck pulled the dildo nearly all the way out, and he was about to push it back inside when the bed dipped.

He tried to get up and move around to see who the fuck was there, but a hand on his back stopped him. He moved to scream, but then he felt the jeans pressed to his thighs, and then the scent of Tommy's cologne that he wore most of the time hit him.

"Look at you," Tommy said.

Buck whined, relaxing into the bed and starting to push the dildo inside of him again.

"Ah." Tommy grabbed the dildo, and while he didn't pull it out, he didn't push it in either. He just held it right there. "Let go."

Buck did, and he let his hand drop to the bed. He waited for what was going to happen.

"One of those nights, huh? Need a good orgasm because I wasn't here?"

Buck nodded because words were beyond him.

Tommy shuffled a little more forward, his jeans pressing along the back of Buck's thighs even more, rubbing a little as Tommy balanced on the bed on his knees, and Buck tried to get him to do something.

"I think that I'm going to enjoy this. I didn't come here for this, but I'll stay for this. Do you need a good workout? Need to be fucked?"

"Yes," Buck said.

"Good." Tommy pushed the dildo into Buck a little harder than Buck had been able to do himself, and he gasped before falling apart as Tommy set up a pace that was hard and fast. It was what Buck needed, and he came within a few minutes of it.

Buck slumped down on the bed even more, his legs unable to hold him up at all. Tommy followed him down, showcasing how dressed he still was. Tommy didn't put all of his weight on Buck, but it was most of it, and it felt damned good.

"Fuck me," Buck said.

"Oh, I will. Don't worry. I want to make sure that you are all full of me before the end of the night. When you didn't answer when I came in, I thought you were asleep. So, I made sure the place was secure before I came up here. I heard the noise of the fake cock inside of you before I even got halfway up the stairs." Tommy nipped at Buck's shoulder.

Buck moved his head to give Tommy more access. What he thought was a neighbor's door slamming was Tommy just shutting the door to the loft. It was okay because he had given Tommy a key for a reason like he had a key to Tommy's house.

"I'm going to clean up a little; you decide if you want me to use a condom or not," Tommy said as he pushed up.

Buck hated the loss of him, but he knew that Tommy always wanted to wash up a little if the day had been bad. Buck debated moving to grab a condom for about thirty seconds before he just stayed where he was; the wet spot was a little sticky, but he didn't care too much because he wouldn't be in it for long as he wanted to fucked hard and fast while on his knees, or his back. He wanted to make sure that he was unable to move when Tommy was done with him.

Tommy came out a few minutes later and stopped at the edge of the bed, just to the side and in Buck's line of sight.

"How do you want it?" Tommy asked.

Buck moved to get his legs under him and recovered enough from the orgasm to move forward. He tossed the pillow off to the side, making sure it was off the bed. It was one that could be washed like it was, so that wasn't a big deal. He would rather wash all his pillows than stay in the wet spot.

"No condom." Tommy got on the bed. He tipped Buck onto his side and covered his body. He kissed Buck, drawing the kiss out of him and into the realm of being too soft for what Buck needed, but he understood that Tommy needed it. "Hi."

"Hi," Buck said, reaching down, cupping the side of Tommy's face, and drawing him down again. "I want out of my head."

"Of course. Anything you need, you know that." Tommy dipped his hand down, and it ghosted across Buck's asscheek before there were fingers inside him, playing and seeing what the lube situation was like. "Still so loose. My cock's are going to love being buried between your cheeks. Were you thinking of me when you were fucking yourself?"

"Yes." Buck gasped, trying to get away since he was still too sensitive, but it was what he wanted. His body was trying to do things on its own, so Tommy just moved his leg up a little, trapping Buck right where he was.

Tommy pulled his fingers free for a few seconds before they returned with more lube. Buck hadn't even heard the cap snap, so Tommy had to have gotten the one from the bathroom. Cooler, slicker fingers pressed into him, and he groaned in a little bit of distress, but Tommy just kept on going.

Even after this short time together, Tommy always knew what Buck needed when he was like this. Tommy fucked him with two, then three, and then finally four fingers while he was on his side, his body trying to push away while Tommy just used his body to keep Buck right where he was.

"Ready?"

Buck nodded. Again, words were beyond him, and he was glad Tommy was able to read that as Tommy got him on his knees again, pushing his head down on the bed. Buck turned his head to the side to breathe as he felt Tommy lining up to push inside for him. He was still massively too sensitive, and he wanted to make sure that he would enjoy this even though it was too much.

Tommy slid home inside of him in a single thrust.

"Fuck you are so warm, Evan," Tommy said.

Buck groaned, and he started to float a little bit. Using Evan while in bed did things to him that Buck never thought he would feel. He loved the way that Tommy said it the rest of the time but the carnal way that it was said when Tommy was fucking him did stupid things to him.

Tommy was slow at first, letting Buck get used to the girth of his cock before he started to pick up speed slowly. Buck's body was signing with too much, and he wanted just to get away from it and stay with it at the same time. He had no idea what he would do when he hit the point of too much. Tommy would stop if he said it, but he wasn't. He didn't want Tommy to stop.

"I thought about you all day, not like this, but just as I was dealing with issues. I looked forward to coming home and crawling into bed with you since I couldn't talk you into going to my place, though now I see why. I think I would have loved seeing you on your knees, stuffed full of one of my dildos, more than I loved this, and believe me, I loved this."

Buck pushed back, trying to get into what Tommy was doing now that he had control of his body a little more, but Tommy reached down and pressed a hand to Buck's back, holding him in place. Buck jerked in the hold a little, but he submitted. There was that touch of domination and submission in this, but never too much. It was discussed a long time ago, during times when Tommy needed to be in control and others where he needed to give it up. It was never really discussed when it was happening since it was never more than this. Tommy controlled Buck's body for sex. It was no different than other times, but there was just that little bit of an edge to it.

"I could have just fucked you without too much fuss the moment I stepped up, but I would never do that without consent."

Buck moaned, turning his head to bury the sound a little as he thought about if Tommy had just pulled the dildo out and slid into him before she knew it was him there. The idea wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be, but only if he knew it was him. After this, he would know it was him. He loved that idea and wanted to do it soon.

"Soon," Buck said.

"Okay, I can do that." Tommy started to fuck Buck so hard that the sound of skin slapping skin covered even Buck's own breathing in his head.

Buck was so close to orgasm, but he knew that if he came, it was going to hurt a little from being too sensitive. He loved it when that happened, but that little bit of trepidation was there, and he needed that push to get over that. He was about to voice that when Tommy's hand left his back and slipped up to his shoulder to pull him up to where he was leaning into Tommy's body. It changed the angle he was being fucked, and then there was s hand on his cock.

"Come," Tommy said.

It didn't happen right when Tommy said it, but it started to get Buck over that area where he was too scared to come. He knew that Tommy wasn't close enough yet, and that meant he was getting fucked through his orgasm and even a little after, which pushed Buck over. He came with a shout that was too loud for the time of night and what they were doing.

Tommy didn't even try and shut him up. No, he just kept him like he was on his knees, fucking him hard and fast as Buck came all over the bed without being given much more than a few strokes on his cock. He felt worn out and stretched to think, but the cock inside of him still felt good and also the worst at the same time. It was just a few more thrusts before Tommy came, pressing his hips to Buck's ass to keep him right there as he filed him up.

Buck slowly slumped over as Tommy let him go, leaving Buck on his knees with his face smashed into the bed. He wasn't sure he could move to get cleaned up, and he had no idea why he thought that no condom was good. He needed to make sure he didn't make a mess when he got up. He felt like he was gaping wide.

"ready?" Tommy asked.

Buck turned his head to the side to see what Tommy was talking about. He had a washcloth in hand and a look on his face. Minutes had gone by, and they felt like seconds to Buck. He groaned and nodded his head before burying it in the bedding again.

Tommy was as gentle as he could be as he cleaned up around Buck's hole, only playing a little and getting moans from him. Then there were slick fingers at his hole again. Buck jerked forward, and he wasn't sure he could take being fucked again, even if it was with a dildo. Then, there was something blunt. It took Buck a few seconds to realize what it was, and he sank into being filled as the plug slipped into him. He blushed despite what they had just done. He remembered the talk he had with Tommy once about wanting to try it at least once, sleeping with one in with Tommy's release still inside of him. Tommy had talked about it before and liked it sometimes himself. They hadn't done it before, but this was something that was very welcome then.

Buck submitted to being cleaned up the rest of the way and even got up enough to let Tommy change out the bedding before he got into the bed and collapsed in the middle, shivering until he was covered up. Tommy turned off the lights and moved the bedding off to the side so that no one tripped over it before he got into bed himself. He wrapped himself around Buck's form and held him close to his groin, pushing the plug into Buck just a little more but not really trying to do it.

"How do you feel?"

"Hmm," was the only thing that Buck could say.

"I got it, brain fried. Check back in 4-5 business hours," Tommy said before he laughed.

Buck wanted to flip him off, but he did not have the energy even to do more than just think about it.

---

The smell of bacon was strong, and it pulled Buck from his dreams of snuggling in a cloud. He wasn't sure what he was going to be doing for the day, but Tommy was off today as well, so he would be able to have some time with his man after the day before had been ruined. At least the night had made up for that.

Buck sat up and rubbed his eyes before he started to think about getting out of bed. The push of the plug inside of him had him blushing a little bit as Tommy crested the stairs with the breakfast tray in his hands. He was smiling as he looked at Buck.

"Good morning," Buck said.

"Morning. I have breakfast." Tommy laid the tray on the bed before he went back down the stairs.

Buck saw that it was just the food. There was a lot of it, but it was about what he and Tommy would eat for breakfast. He was glad that he had the stuff for breakfast in the house. Then he noticed the sausage on the tray that he hadn't had in the place.

"You went shopping?" Buck asked.

"Nah, I picked this all up yesterday and put it up before I came to find you. It was my apology breakfast; now it's just breakfast since fucking your brains out worked well as an apology, I think."

"Just being here was enough," Buck said.

Tommy started to blush at that. He leaned in for a kiss before he got settled on the bed next to Buck. There was a large glass of orange juice and two empty coffee cups; the carafe was in his other hand. Buck took the juice and settled it on the table on his side of the bed since that was to be shared. The coffee cups were next, but those just went on the bed. The carafe was set down, and Buck tried to figure out what he wanted to do. And he decided that he didn't want to sit alone. He poked Tommy in the side and moved to where Tommy got that he wanted to be in the V of his legs.

Tommy picked up the food and set it off to the side before allowing Buck to settle down between his legs. Tommy wrapped an arm around Buck's chest and pulled him back to where they were resting back to chest. He hummed in pleasure before giving a nip at Buck's neck and dropping his hand down. He played his hand across Buck's stomach, rocked him down, and put Tommy to where the plug was pushed inside.

'How does that feel?"

"Fine. It doesn't hurt and doesn't feel like it needs more lube."

"Good. I almost didn't want to get out of bed this morning, but your stomach was growling before I was fully awake, so my time was limited."

Buck turned his head into Tommy's neck a little and exhaled. They still smelled a little like sex and the scent of Buck's detergent. He wasn't sure what he liked more than that, honestly.

"Ready?" Tommy asked.

Buck turned his head to see that Tommy had been busy with his other arm. He had pulled the food over and was about to put it on their laps.

"Yeah. Heavy cream, light sugar today, please," Bouck said.

The coffee cups were prepped, and when they were ready, Buck picked the carafe and filled them up.

"Can I feed you?" Tommy asked.

"Sure, except for the fruit. I'll pick at that myself," Buck said as he pulled the bowl of fruit up closer to the edge of the tray.

"Sure. Anything you don't want?"

"Nope. It all looks pretty good. You even made pancakes that don't require syrup."

Tommy kissed Buck's cheek, and they started to dig into the food. Tommy fed Buck more than himself, but as Buck started to get full and refused bites, Tommy focused on himself while Buck picked at the fruit, feeding Tommy bites of it as he found things he wasn't really in the mood for any more.

There was something wonderful about this, and it was something that Buck hadn't thought too much about.

"Full?"

"Stuffed," Buck answered.

"Good. I wanted to talk to you about something." Tommy moved the tray off their laps with Buck's help. The juice was snagged and Buck sipped at it before handing it back to Tommy.

"What did you want to talk about?" Buck asked when he was ready to talk.

"You've talked before about the whole thing with the couches and not feeling like this was the kind of place you can stay long term, how it's just a place to hang your hat as it were."

"Yeah." Buck's gut clenched, as he hadn't meant to make a big deal about it. He still really hadn't reached the point where he thought much about this place being a place to live long term for him. This was a bachelor pad, and he had realized it when Taylor had moved out. This wasn't a place to start something that was meant to be long-term.

Tommy's place was a home for a family. A family that they could make together.

"Move in with me?" Tommy asked.

Buck moved to where he was sitting on Tommy's lap, and he looked him in the eyes. Tommy held that gaze for as long as it took for Buck to smash their lips together. Tommy held on, an arm around his back and another planted on his ass; their nakedness wasn't even a thought as Buck kissed him. They could turn this into something more with ease but Buck didn't want that.

"I can have most of the shit I care about and clothes packed over the course of a few hours." Buck was excited about that idea. Getting out of here and moving into Tommy's place, where they had been going for the last while more anyway.

"Just like that?"

"Yeah," Buck said.

"When does your lease break?" Tommy reached out and caught Buck's hand, threading their fingers together. It was wonderful.

"Three months, but I figured that if I talked to the people, they would get me out of it. They have been updating a few places, and I've been here long enough that I bet they need to update things here as well." Buck pressed his forehead to Tommy's and smiled. "And by the way, you are naked."

"I put on an apron when I was cooking. The one that you had gotten dirty already with that white stuff."

"Flour. I was making cookies for Denny's class."

"Karen didn't make them? or Hen?"

"Nah. These are the kind that they refuse to make, but Denny loves them and wants to share them with his friends. So, I made them and printed out the recipe so that he could share it with his friends as well. I got a call already that one of the parents is pissed because they are a bitch to make." Buck leaned back, and he smiled. "You mean it, right?"

"I mean it."

Buck brushed their noses together before he got off the bed and made sure the breakfast was off to the side on the floor. He then grabbed Tommy's feet and pulled him down to where he was on his back on the bed. The look that Tommy gave him was a little bit shocking and more aroused than anything. For a few seconds, Buck debated going where Tommy thought it would go, but Buck didn't want that right then. He removed the blanket from Tommy's feet and climbed into the bed to cuddle into Tommy's side.

"Cuddling morning, huh?"

"I'm too full for anything else." Buck's stomach was full, and it was making him sleepy again. He wanted to sleep; he didn't care about anything else right then.

Tommy wrapped his arm around Buck's back, and he briefly touched his ass, the plug still seated there.

"You good?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah."

Tommy relaxed a little and threaded his fingers with Buck's again, holding him in the ways that mattered to him. Buck closed his eyes, and he enjoyed the feeling of being in Tommy's arms in the loft for the last time. There were some good memories in the loft, but there were also a few bad ones. He would be happy to be away from those.

---

Putting the last box into the spare bedroom to be sorted through as they had time, Buck was shocked at how long it didn't take to move him out of the loft. A company would pick up the big stuff because while Tommy's stuff was older, all of it was better than Buck's. The kitchen stuff would be sorted through, and they would take care of that later.

The kitchen was full of boxes, and Buck figured most of his things would win that little war. One day to get the hell out of there, and they would deal with the rest later. Once they had gotten started, it had been hard to stop, and then it was just close enough to done that Buck wanted to be done with it. He wasn't sure what he was going to tell anyone about this. He had an idea of how a few people were going to react. Yet, he hadn't felt he needed to ask any of them about it. This was the main point; there was no reason to ask as, for the first time in his life, Buck had never felt more sure about something.

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how this morning it was me at the loft and you here, and tonight, it's both of us here."

"Well, you looked a little lost."

"I've never felt more sure about something. I was thinking of how the others were going to react."

"Chris is going to love it. He liked spending the night the one time when you were here, and Eddie needed someone there overnight while he helped his cousin get out of her abusive relationship."

Buck laughed and looked back at Tommy, who was leaning in the doorway of the room. "What did you order for dinner?"

"Salads from that one place we both really like."

"Oh, they deliver now?"

"Yup, started up last week. I forgot to tell you. The area is pretty small, but I'm pretty happy with how the one got to Harbor. I did one for lunch one day when there was an issue with the floor."

"That jackass made something that had beets in it, didn't he?" Buck asked.

"Yup, and that pissed off the captain, so he got into other money for splurge meals that we all drop money into, and he told me to get myself something good. I think that there is going to be a point where the guy finally blows up and calls me a slur of some kind. I'll deal with it when it happens. No one is letting me be alone. I think that Miriam is going to end up just leashing us together because she's been a mother hen."

"She's a good person." Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulder and brought him in for a kiss.

Tommy's hands dropped to Buck's ass, and he groaned into the kiss. Buck tried to keep it from getting heated, but it was a lost cause when it came to the two of them. They both really fucking loved each other, and they loved sex. Buck retaliated by getting one of his hands into Tommy's jeans to cup his ass, the felt of flesh in his hand. He even scratched a little bit of his nails off it when he got a good hold.

"You going to do something about that?" Tommy asked.

"When we are done. There is no sex until the last stuff is sorted around the house. I need my stuff out of the boxes in the bedroom, and getting you on the bed and fucking you in our home isn't going to allow that to happen."

"Our home," Tommy said. He kissed Buck and, for once, allowed Buck to keep it gentle.

"Yeah, our home. I'll take care of the paperwork with the mail and work tomorrow. I know that Bobby's going to be happy. Of course, things will also be a little more interesting at work."

"Hmm, I can easily come in and make sure that people don't ask you too much. I just glare at them."

"That's not going to work on the three main ones," Buck pointed out.

Tommy laughed and shrugged, but he let go of Buck and stepped back. "I'm going to take care of the living room and kitchen stuff, make sure it's out of our way, and you can work in here. I am afraid if we are in the same room, things will not go well at all."

Buck nodded, and he hated the loss of Tommy in his arms, but the faster they worked, the quicker they would be able to get into bed for their first living together.

The End