Taking turns in the bathroom only lasted as long as pretty much everything else in their relationship when it came to boundaries, which was not long at all. Buck's mouth tasted like ass after a night of drinking with Eddie and then being dropped off by an Uber at Tommy's place because they had plans that morning for heading out of town for the day and needed to get started early. He stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the water long enough to get the brush wet. He brushed his teeth as he looked in the mirror. He felt okay; he hadn't drunk that much and drank more than enough water to make sure that he wasn't hung over.

When he was done, Buck spit in the sink and turned on the water long enough to get his fingers wet to wipe his lips. He snagged the mouthwash and was glad it was cinnamon flavored because he needed something that would help with the mint taste. He hated mint, but he had emptied the toothpaste he had brought over and had been using Tommy's.

Buck looked at the shower, smiling when he saw the door open and Tommy looking at him. Tommy's face was soft like he had been watching Buck brushing his teeth half awake and finding it endearing. Tommy found a lot of the shit that Buck did endearing.

"Wanna join me?" Tommy asked.

"Sure." Buck stripped off his shirt and tossed it toward the hamper, glad when it landed in it. He shucked his pants and did the same with them. He stepped toward the shower and was glad when Tommy held out his hand. It felt like caring, like a simple more that normally wouldn't mean much at all, but to them, it was everything.

Tommy pulled Buck into the stall and let him shut the door before he pulled Buck into his arms.

"Good morning, Evan," Tommy whispered in Buck's ear before he got them under the spray. The shower was the best part of Tommy's place. It was one of those ones that did the rainfall from up above instead of having a shower head. There was a head that Tommy could use, but it was one of those detachable heads to use on a line to get spots that could be hard to get to, or in Tommy's case when he used the shower bench if he was injured.

"I'm not sure that you are awake enough for this."

"I slept well, I thought, but maybe I need a little more."

"Well, I can drive the two hours outside of town, and then you can drive home. You can nap in the car if you still need it."

Buck hummed. He reached out for the rag he had used the last time he was there, but Tommy's hand caught his hand and pulled it back in.

"Hair first, Evan."

Buck chuckled, and he reached for the shampoo. It was a nice feeling, being around Tommy and letting the man pamper him when they did things like that. Tommy did it with such care and it made Buck reciprocate when he could. He had no idea what any of Tommy's past relationships were like because he didn't ask about it beyond making sure there was no recent former lover who was going to come crawling back to him and want to take him back.

Tommy took over a few moments into Buck washing his hair, not to do it for him but to massage his scalp. Buck melted into that one, and he braced his arms on the wall because otherwise, he was going to lean over too far. Tommy's fingers were magic, not just when he was working Buck up with them to get him slicked up before fucking him, but with this. Tommy had worked on his leg the other night when there had been an ache in there from too much use while at work. It had been a good massage, not too deep but enough that Buck had been a puddle of goo on the bed before Tommy had made love to him. He hadn't passed out right after sex in a long time because he liked to clean up, but he had that night. Tommy had, of course, cleaned him up with ease, and then they had slept together.

"Want me to do the rest?"

"Ues, but no. I'm good."

"I don't mind," Tommy said.

Buck whined when Tommy picked up the rag and waved it before getting it wet. Buck got his head under the water and started to rinse out his hair. He took the rag from Tommy to wash his face because as much as he loved being pampered, he liked washing his face on his own. He wasn't sure what part of him was responsible for that, but it was something he didn't like, outside of when he was injured.

When Buck was done with his face, he handed the rag back over. Tommy laughed and started to smear the body wash on it and get it lathered up. Buck thought about getting Tommy home after the wedding, Buck washing him up like this, getting all of the ash off him, and making sure that he was clean enough to sleep in bed. He hadn't meant to do all that, but Tommy dragged him into the shower with him, and Buck couldn't deny it. It was the first time he had ever shared a shower with someone he hadn't had sex with. Of course, as soon as Tommy had woken up from his nap, that part had been taken care of.

"What are you thinking of?" Tommy asked.

"The first time I washed you and what it led to when you woke up."

"Hmm, I was worried about you freaking out, but when you were so calm and careful when you were bathing me. I'd never had anyone do it like that, so I figured that you had no issues with touching a male body that wasn't your own. So, yeah, when you were plastered on top of me when I woke up, I couldn't do anything but have you."

Buck blushed because Tommy talking about how much he wanted Buck still made him blush.

"We don't have time," Buck said.

"Hmm, we do. I might have lied about the whole timing of everything by about an hour to give us more time this morning." Tommy's hand that didn't have the rag cupped Buck's ass and pulled him closer before kissing him.

Buck groaned into the kiss, and he wrapped his arms around him. Tommy didn't stop with touching, but he did drop the rag to the floor. Pulling Buck closer to him when he could. There was nothing better than the press of their wet, naked bodies to each other. Tommy pressed Buck to the wall, the tile of it just a little cooler than Buck would like. He hissed and arched, Tommy catching his thighs and lifting.

Tommy chuckled when Buck got his legs wrapped around him. "All my plans are working." Tommy bore Buck toward the bench cut into the wall. It was for storing things, but Tommy kept it clear of most things lately; what was on there was shoved to the floor, and Buck was settled there, at Tommy's mercy, for whatever he wanted. There was nothing better than the feel of Tommy pressing to the wall like this. It was one of the ones that Buck had never even thought would be a turn-on for someone like him, but Tommy tripped all his kinks in the best ways.

"Give it up," Tommy said.

Buck knew what he wanted, so he shifted just enough to give Tommy access to his ass. He pulled out of the kiss and panted as he looked at Tommy. Tommy grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers before finding Buck's hole. Buck wasn't anywhere close to slick from where he had fingered himself for Tommy the morning before, but he was loose because of how pliant he was. He kissed Tommy's neck as Tommy worked him open and slicked his hole for fucking. Then they were kissing again.

There were just seconds between when Tommy got his fingers out and slid his cock in. Buck went from empty to full in the span of the seconds after that, as well. He groaned before pulling Tommy's mouth to his to kiss.

They weren't going to last long, and they both knew it. Buck just hoped he could get off before Tommy came because that was always the best way to feel. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck and held on as Tommy started to drive into him harder. He was already on the edge of orgasm, and he let himself tip over it. He clenched on Tommy's cock, and then Tommy was coming as well.

"I will never tire of that," Tommy whispered when he pulled out of the kiss.

"Hmm, me either."

"Tonight, when we get home, you are going to put me on my knees and fuck me hard," Tommy said.

"Twist my arm," Buck said.

Tommy laughed, and he carefully pulled out. "I got you dirty again; I guess I have to clean you up again."

"As you should," Buck said.

Tommy stuck his tongue out at him and then held out a hand to pull Buck off the shelf and under the spray again, his hands touching, not to arouse but just to touch.

They were kind of perfect for each other, and it showed. Buck loved him too much, and soon he would tell him that.

The End