Buck had never been attracted to fingers before, but watching the way Tommy worked the controls from the seat beside him while they were getting ready to take off to get him and Eddie to the ER much faster since they were on the wrong side of a massive accident. They had headed out to help with a car that had gotten rolled down a hill that had already started to collapse a little as the people in the car tried to get out. They had both been working getting them out when the hill started to give, and the rope that was being used to stabilize the car had snapped. Bobby was going to work on that one, but Eddie had been tossed to the side and probably had at least a concussion while Buck's arm was dislocated, and he had a nasty gash that needed stitches.

Bobby had called for more RA units, but a major accident blocked ingress and egress from their location, and going around would have taken a lot of time, so dispatch had sent out three birds for them.

"Why are you staring at my fingers?" Tommy asked before he glanced at Buck.

"Sorry, I'm not going to answer that."

Eddie made a noise from the back that sounded like a gag. Buck just smiled at Tommy a little bit before he looked back out at the LA landscape below them. He didn't want to get too distracted about everything and start to say something he would regret being recorded.

Tommy didn't say anything but he did seem to speed the flight up a little bit.

"Eddie, hold still," Miriam said from the back.

"I want to throw myself out of the bird because I can't get the images out of my head."

"I..." Buck sighed and shook his head before he looked at Tommy again, who was grinning as he got them where they needed to go. There was a spot for the bird since all of them were going to the same place, and the people in the car were worse off than they were. Eddie could walk on his own so he slipped out of the bird as soon as Miriam got the door open. Buck couldn't open his door, so he had to wait for Miriam to come around and get him.

The biggest shock was when Tommy got out as well. Buck looked at him. He frowned. Tommy just looked at him like he was an idiot.

"You think I'm heading back to the station with your arm like that? You can't drive; he can't drive. Remy's already getting my truck over here so I can take you both home. Miriam will be fine flying back alone."

Buck frowned deeper. He didn't want Tommy to miss work. Maddie could come and get him and Eddie, but then Tommy cupped his cheeks, making Buck look up at him.

"You are hurt, and it's worse than your last shoulder dislocation with that cut on your other arm. There is nowhere else that I should be, Evan."

"Okay, fine."

"Remy left it up to me if I stayed or went back to work. He knows that I'm going off. I texted him before we took off. He knows, and it's fine. I have more than enough time built up."

Buck leaned into the hands on his face and took the strength from them. He was going to hate what was coming, not just putting his shoulder back but the stitches that he was going to get after they cleaned out the wound. The cleaning was going to suck, too, because even the locals were going to be horrible. He would still have to see the wound, and that was what sucked.

"How are you feeling?" Tommy asked.

"Sore as hell. I feel like I got battered by a car and then got my arm cut on a jagged piece of metal."

"It was metal?"

"Yes, and I have my stuff up to date on all of that. I don't need to worry about it. Don't worry."

Tommy just gave him a look that said he was an idiot, and Buck knew he felt it. He was pretty tired and Tommy had to feel worse because he knew that Tommy had been busy with transports.

The nurses finally came over with a gurney for Buck, and he settled on it and looked at where Eddie was being wheeled into the elevator to get his treatment. Tommy walked right beside him, and the sound of the bird taking off made Buck want to tell Tommy to go, that he didn't need him, but he didn't because he wanted him.

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While waiting for the tests on the wound to make sure that everything was good and there was no further damage, Tommy fell asleep with his hand on Buck's thigh. Buck couldn't help the way he reached out with his hand and touched Tommy's fingers. They were big, and Buck loved that. He loved the way that Tommy's hands held his own when they were out and about; it was like they couldn't be far from Buck when they were out and about.

He thought about how they felt when pushing inside of him to get him slick and loose enough for Tommy's cock. The way that they carved out that space inside of him was to make sure there was no pain anywhere for him. He loved that part. The feeling of Tommy's thick fingers inside of him. There were times that he wanted Tommy to just finger him to orgasm, but then he would see Tommy's cock and remember that he loved the feel of that thing inside of him as well.

Then there were the times when Tommy's fingers were dancing over his skin in other ways. When Tommy massaged his back and neck after Buck had a stressful day at work, or even the times that he would just dance his fingers up and down Buck's leg while they were watching something and Tommy's attention was on the TV, but his hands couldn't stay still when it came to being on Buck's body.

There were times when Tommy was working right beside Buck in the kitchen, his fingers holding the knife or kneading dough.

"What's that look?" Tommy asked.

Buck looked at where Tommy had tipped his head over to look at Buck, still looking pretty sleepy.

"What look?"

"Like, you're thinking long, hard thoughts."

"Hmm, long is right. I've been thinking about your fingers. The ways that I love them, and I think they are my favorite part of your body."

"Really?" Tommy asked with a shit-eating grin.

"Yes, because that part of you can only soothe me in like two ways. But your hands and, most especially, your fingers calm me down; they take away the pain when I'm sore; they do get me ready for your cock, spread me open, slick me up. But they also care for me. You scratch my head with them; you rub out the knots when I've had a bad day at work. They make me want so much, but the biggest thing that I want is to see a ring on your finger."

Tommy just stared at him for a few seconds before looking up at the bag of fluids that Buck was on and then the smaller bag of antibiotics that they were pumping him full of, given the nasty way his cut had been. There was no chance that something didn't get into his bloodstream.

"And do you have that ring to put on my finger?"

Buck nodded his head. It wasn't on him right now but hiding in the bathroom in the travel Dopp kit since even Buck didn't get into that thing unless he was going on a trip, which they were supposed to do in a few days, and that was when Buck had been planning on proposing to Tommy.

"Well, I guess you had better get those rings on there, then, hadn't you?"

Buck reached out when Tommy sat up and moved closer. Buck cupped the back of Tommy's head and pulled him in for a kiss. When Tommy sat down on the bed, Buck broke the kiss. "Tommy, will you marry me?"

"Yes." Tommy crushed their lips together, bore Buck back into the bed, and pressed him there. It felt a little like heaven for a moment.

"Do you have to do that?" Eddie asked.

Buck groaned as Tommy broke the kiss, and when he could open his eyes, he looked at Eddie with a glare.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"You ruined it."

"I ruined what?"

"Evan and I are getting married. The ring isn't here, but he asked, and I said yes. We were kissing celebration."

"Congrats, I still don't need to see tonsil hockey with a concussion."

Tommy laughed, and he settled back on the side of the bed with a smile on his face, his hand reaching out for Buck's and holding it.

Buck closed his eyes as he waited to make sure that he could get the hell out of there soon. He would go right away and get that ring; then, he would send out a mass text to everyone to tell them. He drew Tommy's hand up to his lips and kissed his fingers, smiling at Tommy when he was done.

"You two are going to be horrible," Eddie said.

Buck shrugged because he didn't care. He was in love and going to get married, and that was all that mattered.

The End