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Entry tags:
9-1-1: Fan Fiction: Mystery Partners
Title: Mystery Partners
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationships: Sal Deluca/Tommy Kinard, Evan Buckley/Sal Deluca/Tommy Kinard
Tags: Getting Together, Dom/Sub
Summary: Buck wanted someone, and they wanted him.
Word Count: 5,315
Buck adjusted his mask, making sure that it was covering up his birthmark. The room was full of people, all of whom had been approved to be there. He wasn't sure what was going to come of the night, but he had looked at the profiles of everyone who was there. No one of them knew each other's names, and they didn't have to know each other's names by the end of the night if they didn't want to.
The list of people based on the profiles that Buck had given up had meant when he arrived, he had been given bracelets. Each one was linked to a person or a couple. He wouldn't ever know who they were, and he would only know when they approached him because of him wearing it. There had been two who had come up to him over the course of the last hour as he had sipped at the sparkling juice that was being passed around like it was alcohol. There was not a drop of the stuff in the place tonight. There were sometimes nights where wine was passed around or morning meets where there were mimosas. Buck always stuck to virgin drinks because he didn't need that kind of limit on what he did. He could handle his drink but came to these things for a different kind of high.
Buck had turned down the ones who had approached him because while on paper they were good, they didn't give him a thrill. He checked his mask again, making sure it stayed where it was. It was guaranteed to stay put given the methods of securing it, but he felt like it was something that would give him away. He looked at his wrist, where only two bracelets were left. He had the profiles of the people they were attached to and felt the strongest connection to them. He had pocketed the rest because he hadn't wanted to run the risk of the two going bunk as well.
Turning to head back to get more juice, Buck stopped at the man who was staring at him from about ten feet away. He nearly turned to make sure the man was looking at him. He swallowed as he locked eyes with him, challenging the man to come closer to walk away. He smiled as he sipped the last of his drink. He reached over to set the glass down and had to step back a little to do it. He ran into someone. A strong, sure presence at his back, a hand reached out and settled on his hip.
Only one of the bracelets was linked to a couple. He didn't move as the man took the glass from him and then used that hand to touch Buck's neck. It was erotic as hell.
"Hello," the man behind him said.
"Hello."
"Hmm, you are very alluring to my husband and me."
"Is that him?" Buck asked.
"Yes, he does like to watch me catch the prey. It was arousing to him to see me coming up behind you and you never knowing it. I wasn't expecting you to step back into me, but I was very pleased when you did. So, did you want to take this somewhere private?"
The hand that had been tracing his neck moved to grip his shoulder, a firm press that would have gotten him on his knees if they had been alone, a promise of what was to come. Nothing would cross the line because that could get them thrown out of the club. Everything he had been willing to do had been added to his profile that evening when he had shown up. The air of mystery of what they wanted from him was part of what made this as good as it was. It was what intrigued him about the night, that, and not giving up who he was. He could take the mask off, or he could keep it his face hidden if he wanted.
"What would do we do in private?"
"Have a lot of fun. Your paperwork said you love being spitroasted. We can go over our tests or use condoms. That is all up to you." The hand on his hip pulled Buck back into him. His cock was already hard, pressing into Buck in all the right ways. It felt nice and thick, the kind of cock he could choke himself on.
"He goes first."
Something had to have happened behind him because the man in front of him dipped his head, and he took off for the side rooms. When the man was far enough away, Buck pulled away from the man holding him and followed. He was tempted to look back at the man, but he didn't. He liked the intrigue about it. There were rooms for each of the Doms, and the cameras kept an eye on the rooms. The audio was only turned on if something happened. The footage was erased after an hour to make it safer and to lessen the chance of the footage being leaked. It felt safe, and there was no place that didn't have a camera inside a room except for the bathrooms. The bathrooms had ones that focused on the doors, and those were watched better, with a guard having an eye on all of the feeds for the doors into each of them. It was something to make it a lot safer.
Buck followed the man all the way into one of the larger suites. It had all of the things needed for a night of fun. It was going to be a lot of fun. The whole night was just what he needed. To take things away from him, to give up all control to strangers who he didn't have to see again if he didn't want to.
"What's on offer?" Buck asked as he stepped into the room. He heard the door shut behind him and there was no click of the lock. They left it unlocked so he could run if he needed to. "And we don't have to use anything. I trust the club."
"If figure that we can figure something out based on what we like as we go." The man sat on the bed and spread his legs, looking at Buck. He grinned and then looked at the floor.
"Hmm, Daddy, you do know what I like," Buck said.
"Sweet Jesus," the man behind him said.
"You said you were up for most anything when it came to submitting to the things that you have on your list. You hinted at daddy kink. Ever had two?"
Buck shook his head. He walked over and dropped to his knees in front of the man. The man's jeans were tented, and he looked to be on par with the other man. For the first time, Buck looked at him. The man looked to be about his height and built much like him. he's stayed off to the side as Buck looked at the man who had been talking to him.
"Should we exchange names? When there are just two of us, it's easier."
The man reached out and tipped up Buck's head to look at him. He then reached up with his other hand and took off his mask. He was handsome, the kind of face that would catch his eye. His face was tipped to the side to make him look at the other man. "That's Tommy, and I'm Sal. We are married, but we learned a long time ago that we work better with someone else with us. We have tried to find someone, but so far, we haven't been successful. So, tonight is a chance to see how things go. In the morning, we will all decide through the club."
"Yes, Sir," Buck said. He waited for Sal to tell him what he was going to do, but Tommy took off his mask.
Tommy was handsome and the kind of man Buck would at least hit on if he had run into him in the real world. Sal moved Buck's head back to look at him. The hands on the back of his head made him jolt a little, but Tommy waited for Buck.
"Yes," Buck said.
The mask came off, a little pull from the sticky that was used to keep it where it was. It didn't hurt; it just pulled at his skin a little bit. Sal reached out with a rag and cleaned off the residue on his face.
"What do you need?"
"You have my list. I want whatever you want on that."
Sal's fingers were gentle as they opened his lips. A thumb traced his bottom lip before pulling his jaw down. Fingers that were not Sal's slipped inside him. Buck sucked on them as they pressed down his tongue. "Fuck you are a beauty. I bet you look pretty with a cock in your mouth. In your ass. I look forward to seeing what you look like all spread out and speared on Tommy's cock."
Buck swallowed, the feeling of the fingers doing deeper making his cock harder. Tommy and Sal were good at this. They moved with ease and fed off each other. Buck closed his eyes and gave over the last bit of control. When he looked at Sal again, he could see how much Sal wanted him, not just his cock but on his face. The sound of a zipper lowering behind him told Buck that the
"Open all the way and settle back because you are going to take Tommy in your mouth. We are going to make sure that your mouth is well used before we get to the main event."
Buck opened his mouth, and his head was turned to the side. A cock was pressed to his lips. He opened his lips a little more and the cock slid all the way inside. Tommy was thick and long. It wasn't Tommy's hand that cupped the back of Evan's head and held him in place as Tommy slid all the way inside of Evan's mouth. There was nothing much left to do but submit to the way that they wanted to use him. His safeword was well documented, and he knew theirs as well.
Tommy pulled out and he pressed the head of his cock to Buck's lips.
"What's your name?" Tommy asked.
"Evan," Buck said. It was the name he always used when he played. Buck wasn't listed anywhere on the paperwork for this place.
"Evan, what's your safeword?" Sal asked.
"Tsunami. Yours?"
"Gerrard," Tommy and Sal said at the same time.
Tommy pushed forward a little, the ahead of his cock sliding between Buck's lips. It felt too fucking good and Buck finally started to let himself go. He let the tide pull him under into giving up everything that they wanted, being perfect for them.
Buck's plan was to get wrecked, but he knew that these two men could do it.
---
Buck closed the hatch on the engine as he heard the bird approaching. He looked back at where Eddie and Hen were with the patient who was getting a priority evac out of the scene. Another crew was on the call with them. Buck hadn't run into any of the people from the crews. He hadn't really cared to meet up with them.
He had been quiet since the weekend, unsure if he wanted to match with Sal and Tommy. They didn't scare him. The future that he could have with them scared him. They had worked so well, and even though he never should have stayed the night and most of the next morning, he did.
Buck looked at the next hatch to see that it was empty, so he left it open. They would be cleaning up tools for a little while because they needed so many to get people out of the pileup.
"Here," Eddie said as he handed over the spreader bar.
Buck took it so he could put it up. He looked to the side as Eddie handed it over. There was no one around the area.
"So you are the two mooks that finally ended up filling in the spots that Tommy and I left open."
Buck knew that voice. He stiffened up and didn't move at all. Sal was closer to them than he would like.
"And you are?" Eddie asked as he turned to face Sal.
"Sal Deluca, new captain of Station 122. Diaz, right?"
"Yes, nice to meet you. Who is this Tommy?"
"My husband. That happened after we left. He's the guy who is flying your victim out of here. You two did really good at getting them out of there."
A hand on his shoulder had Buck jumping a little, and then the hand moved, pressing down in a reassuring way that made his heart stop racing.
"Buck, you okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine, just adrenaline."
"Buck?" Sal asked.
"Evan Buckley. Goes by Buck."
"Evan's a good name, too."
"There were other Evans in my class at the academy, so I came out of there with the nickname of Buck." Bcuk finally turned his head to look at Sal, who looked even better in his uniform. Even with the turnouts overtop. They were open to allow for breathing. Buck tried not to look him up and down. He turned to face Sal, and the hand on his shoulder dropped. Eddie didn't notice it, thankfully.
Buck's turnouts moved, and he tried not to react as something slipped into the back pocket of his pants. He knew it had to be a slip of paper or something like it as he didn't feel it after Sal's fingers were gone.
"Deluca, you aren't messing with my guys, are you?"
"Nah, just making sure they are up to the task of dealing with you and your duo of chaos."
"I'm sure Chim will be happy to know you are worried about him and Hen."
Sal laughed. He smiled at Buck before turning to wander off with Bobby, talking softly.
"Buck?" Eddie asked.
"What?"
"I'll punch him if he got handsy. I saw his hand on your shoulder."
"It's fine. It's..." Buck swallowed. Eddie knew everything about what Buck had gotten up to, outside of the actual action. He had been the check-in and on-hand if someone needed to come and get Buck out of there. He hadn't told him that, and the offer had been made to date outside of the dynamic and become their third. He also hadn't given him the names.
"It's what?"
"The guys I played with were named Sal and Tommy, a married couple."
"Oh, shit," Eddie said. He looked over where Sal was still talking to Bobby, but Sal's line of sight was right on Buck. "So the guy who just flew out of here and the captain of the 122 were the guys who made you see stars?"
"Yes." Buck reached into his pocket, pulled out the paper, and found it was a card. It was Sal's card with his number for his office at his station but on the back of it was Sal's cell as well as Tommy's.
"And you hadn't decided what you wanted yet, you told the club that it was a maybe and you needed more time."
"I worried about them being able to accept my lifestyle and how plans might fall through because I'm tired as hell from a shift or something went wrong and I'm not mentally there."
"And this changes things," Eddie said.
Buck nodded. He looked at the card before slipping it into the pocket with his cell phone so he didn't lose it.
---
Buck fussed with the napkin that his drink had been set down on, and he looked at his phone. He was nervous as hell because this was a first date, and he wanted it to go well. He felt the hand on his back before he realized that someone was behind him. Sal was really good at that. Tommy sat down in the seat beside him while Sal moved to take the one across from him. He smiled at the both of them.
"We are glad you called, Evan," Tommy said.
"I'm sorry that it took me a while. I have a few mental blocks on a lot of things, and I get in my own way more often than not. Then there was the whole firefighter of it. I didn't look forward to sitting you down and explaining about things."
"Then we showed up both on your scene. I never saw you, but Sal did. He had kept his distance."
Buck looked at Sal.
"I didn't need you not at the top of your game. I didn't expect to be able to get as close to you as I did. Your situational awareness is zero."
"It's higher when I'm alone, but I trusted Eddie to have my back."
"Speaking of Eddie," Sal said.
"I'm not into him at all. He's straight and has never even had a passing thought about kissing a guy. There might have been a crush there for a short time after he started at the 118, but that went away pretty quickly. He's my best friend, and we are too codependent for our own good, but he'll back off when it's needed." Buck fiddled with the napkin again until Tommy's hand settled over his. They were warm and felt like they were anchoring him down.
"What has you nervous now?"
"I have no idea. I'm just antsy."
"Would orgasms help or hinder?" Sal asked.
"Help, honestly, I think better post orgasm on that, but this is supposed to be a date."
"And dates can't have sex?" Tommy asked. He dropped his hand down to Buck's thigh, a little higher than polite society said was decent for beingin public but all Buck could think about was when Tommy had held him in place and fucked him while he was on his back on the bed. Sal had watched since he had fucked Buck first.
Their dynamic was made of love and a mutual love of playing. Tommy was a switch, and so playing with someone outside of the relationship was the only way to fulfill that part of him. Sal was very much not a switch at all, and trying to subvert that would just hurt them. That was where Buck and the others before him came in.
"We could use the same rules as the club, take you apart on our cocks and talk after you've come down for orgasm." Sal sounded very, very interested in it all. He seemed to be ready to head out now.
"I could get on my knees for you both again, moving from cock to cock as the appetizer. Then I can see what it's like to have you take me in your bed."
"It's a pretty big bed, built with three in mind, and Tommy's height. It's a playground of sin," Sal said.
Buck loved the sound of that. Not just the bed but the way that they were together. Buck felt like he probably would mesh with them well, but it wasn't like they would be able to take up all of his time.
"So, we are all thankfully on the same shift, so that makes things a lot easier. Is your place set up for anything?"
"No, Sir. I have a toy chest, but that's mostly about giving myself pleasure, but I am not one to deny myself a single thing that I want when it comes to orgasms."
"Then we will head to our place. I'll drive, and Tommy and you can play in the backseat."
Buck nodded his head. He looked at his drink and thought about what he wanted to do with it. It was mostly still there since I hadn't drunk much of it. Tommy picked it up and headed to the counter to swap it for a travel cup, it seemed.
"Let's head out. Tommy's truck is in a place where I can have a little fun before we get on the road."
Buck followed him but didn't touch because Sal didn't reach out to touch him first. The truck had a wall on two sides, and then there were cars on the third. There was a lot of coverage to make sure that things were not visible. Sal opened the back seat door and waved for Buck to step up. He did and put his back to the seat. The door gave them more coverage. The back windows were tinted as much as was allowed, and it would mean that once inside, the only sight that would have a line of sight on them was from the front or the back. They could have a lot of fun.
"What do you need? Two doms or a dom and a fellow sub?"
"Whatever he wants. I'm not jonesing for it. I just need to let go and stop this feedback loop in my head of worry."
"Okay, then he'll decide when he gets back in here with you. He doesn't need that submissive stuff all that often, which is why we have trouble keeping someone. We hope that you will be able to be what we need, but it'll take work to make sure that we are all talking about what we need."
"Sexually, I don't have issues with that. Kiss me, please, Sir." Buck batted his eyelashes at Sal and waited to see what the man was going to do.
"You could tempt a saint."
"I've had my fair share of men of the cloth," Buck said just seconds before Sal kissed him.
Just like the weekend before, Sal kissed like he was fully in control. He held onto Buck's face and kept him right like he wanted him, dominating the kiss but in such a way that it felt like a give and a take. Buck had never been kissed like he had been with Sal. There was so much going on that he wasn't sure he wouldn't come from just kissing him one day.
"That's a pretty sight," Tommy said.
Buck didn't even try to find him; he just let Sal have the kiss he wanted since Sal was going to be stuck driving them while Tommy got to play in the back of the truck.
"Up and in," Sal said when he broke the kiss. He stayed where he was as Buck got into the truck, and then he turned to look at Tommy before kissing him. It was the kind of soft kiss that spoke of a lot of love and a lot of years between them. They had been married for five years; it had been seven years since Tommy had left the 118. He never asked when they had got together, and he wasn't going to, not yet, at least.
"You taste like him," Tommy whispered just loud enough for Buck to hear.
"Hmm, you will soon, too. Do you need to check in with Diaz?"
It took Buck a few seconds to get the words through his head. "Um, yeah, I should text where I'm going with an address."
"Type what you want and then hand me the phone. I'll add the address, but I won't send it. You can do that once you make sure I haven't added something else."
Buck just about told Tommy that he trusted him but he could understand why Tommy was being overt at doing something like that. The trust was there, but there wasn't a lot of trust, and it was tenuous. Buck handed over the phone when Tommy got into the truck, and he thought about what he wanted. Once they were traveling, the fun could begin.
"We could take him out to that farm," Sal said.
"You like fucking people over a hay stack," Tommy said.
"Yes, but I was thinking roadhead. There are those roads that almost no one is on out there. Get him in there and maybe move things around to where you are playing with his ass while he's sucking my cock."
Bcuk squirmed at the idea. He had never even thought about road head because there were never really ways of being safe with it. Hell, that didn't sound that safe either, but on a road with no traffic and nothing really around, even if they went off the road a little, it wasn't going to end in disaster.
"Someone should be playing with me now," Buck said.
Tommy chuckled and reached into the pocket on the back of the driver's seat before he climbed in and shut the door behind him. Sal climbed into the river's seat and started to get ready to head out. Buck was more focused on Tommy.
"We park in a garage so you can strip naked now while we are sitting still," Tommy said.
Buck started to do that, leaving his shirt pretty close so that he could throw it on if needed. His cock was already hardening just from the thought of what they were going to end up doing. He wanted it, and he wanted to have so much more with them.
"I'll get to the lube in a minute, I want your mouth on my cock," Tommy said and he leaned up to get his cock out as Sal started to get them out of the parking lot.
Buck waited for Sal to get on the main road before he leaned over and took Tommy in his mouth. Tommy's hand settled on his head, not controlling, just resting there. The other slipped between his crotch and Buck's head and traced his lips as he slipped down Tommy's cock, getting it wet.
"The angle is shitty for you taking me all the way but when we get home, I'm going to lay you out on the bed and you are going to take me all the way. I'm going to fuck your throat and you are going to enjoy it."
Buck hummed because he knew that he was going to. He made sure to keep the hum going until he had Tommy as far back as he could get him with the angle they were at. Sal was driving slow, even for LA traffic, and he was keeping from doing hard movements, probably taking the long way so that Tommy could get his orgasm. Tommy also played with his hole, dipping inside as much as he could with the angel, finger slick with lube and then with two, making Buck focus on the cock in his mouth and his hole.
"That's it, baby, you ready?" Tommy asked.
Bck hummed again and he pulled back to where Tommy could fill his mouth but Tommy had other plans and pushed him down on his cock to put it at the back of his throat, the head didn't slip in but when he came, Buck had to swallow to keep from choking. Tommy kept his hand there to keep Buck right where he wanted him. He could breathe through his nose and he did when it was safe to do so. Tommy pushed inside of his hole with three fingers, and the way that his hole opened up for him had Tommy moaning a little.
"He's so fucking lose already, just from wanting to get one of us inside of him."
Buck was distracted with the play with his hole but not enough that he didn't hear the garage door and then the cab got dark as they got inside of the garage. He stayed like he was, waiting for what he was going to do next.
The driver's door opened up and then shut. Buck stayed with Tommy's softening cock in his mouth. Then another door opened, but it was darker in there still, so he had no clue which door it was.
Buck closed his eyes as Tommy pulled his fingers free of his ass. He wanted something back there and he hoped that Sal gave it to him. Sal wasn't nearly as long as Tommy but he was just a little thicker, making it so fucking good to take him inside of him. Tommy tightened the hand on his head and lifted him up and off his cock.
"Ready for Sal?"
"Yes," Buck said, his voice cracking a little.
"Good because he's going to be rough."
Buck had no chance to say anything before the was being pulled back, his feet hit the floor and he braced himself to be fucked while bent over the seat. Tommy was stroking his cock, it wasn't hard but Buck doubted it was going to be soft for long.
Fingers spread his cheeks and then there was the blunt head of Sal's cock at his hole. Sal gave him no chance to say anything and started to push inside. He was more than slick enough, and Buck just dropped down, letting his chest rest fully on the seat, his body taking Sal like Sal belonged inside of him. It was perfect.
Sal trailed a hand up his back, and then he pulled up Buck's head gently, but the pull on his hair was just enough for him to look at Tommy. "Watch him get hard as I fuck you."
Tommy reached out and cupped Buck's chin, and Sal let go of his hair. He did watch as Tommy stroked his cock as Sal started to fuck him hard. The lights were only from the trucks, and it made everything that much more ethereal and that much hotter. Buck wasn't going to last long, and because Sal was jackrabbiting into him, he didn't think he would either. There was no stopping his orgasm when it hit him. He let his head sink into Tommy's hold, and he gave over and closed his eyes as he felt Sal filling him up.
Sal stayed pressed inside of him, and then there was a moment where he just rocked a little like he wanted to get as much inside of him as he could. He remembered it from the other day as well; Sa liked to make sure someone was as full of him as they could get.
"Evan?" Sal asked.
"I'm steady," Buck said as he made his legs hold him up.
Sal pulled out and was gentle as he did. He pulled the Buck up to him once he was free as well. "Hmm, coming on Tommy's seat. It's good that we are masters at getting that out. Meet us in the bedroom; get the drinks."
Buck followed the pull of Sal's body as he was led through the house with Sal leaking out of his ass. He could feel it and hoped that none would hit the floor. He looked at the place, learning what was where before he went for the stairs and then headed up them. The bedroom was just as much of a playground as Sal had promised, the bed more than big enough for all three of them to have a lot of fun.
"On the bed on your back and he's going to fuck you when he gets in here. Then we are going to talk but only if you come again. You have to come with him fucking you and you don't get to touch your cock."
The promise of what it was going to be like for them made Buck go a little cross-eyed, but he nodded his head. They could talk when they were all settled from orgasm. Buck wanted this; he wanted to wake up in their warms like ha dh over the weekend. He wanted to have everything, and he thought that maybe, for once, he could get it.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationships: Sal Deluca/Tommy Kinard, Evan Buckley/Sal Deluca/Tommy Kinard
Tags: Getting Together, Dom/Sub
Summary: Buck wanted someone, and they wanted him.
Word Count: 5,315
Buck adjusted his mask, making sure that it was covering up his birthmark. The room was full of people, all of whom had been approved to be there. He wasn't sure what was going to come of the night, but he had looked at the profiles of everyone who was there. No one of them knew each other's names, and they didn't have to know each other's names by the end of the night if they didn't want to.
The list of people based on the profiles that Buck had given up had meant when he arrived, he had been given bracelets. Each one was linked to a person or a couple. He wouldn't ever know who they were, and he would only know when they approached him because of him wearing it. There had been two who had come up to him over the course of the last hour as he had sipped at the sparkling juice that was being passed around like it was alcohol. There was not a drop of the stuff in the place tonight. There were sometimes nights where wine was passed around or morning meets where there were mimosas. Buck always stuck to virgin drinks because he didn't need that kind of limit on what he did. He could handle his drink but came to these things for a different kind of high.
Buck had turned down the ones who had approached him because while on paper they were good, they didn't give him a thrill. He checked his mask again, making sure it stayed where it was. It was guaranteed to stay put given the methods of securing it, but he felt like it was something that would give him away. He looked at his wrist, where only two bracelets were left. He had the profiles of the people they were attached to and felt the strongest connection to them. He had pocketed the rest because he hadn't wanted to run the risk of the two going bunk as well.
Turning to head back to get more juice, Buck stopped at the man who was staring at him from about ten feet away. He nearly turned to make sure the man was looking at him. He swallowed as he locked eyes with him, challenging the man to come closer to walk away. He smiled as he sipped the last of his drink. He reached over to set the glass down and had to step back a little to do it. He ran into someone. A strong, sure presence at his back, a hand reached out and settled on his hip.
Only one of the bracelets was linked to a couple. He didn't move as the man took the glass from him and then used that hand to touch Buck's neck. It was erotic as hell.
"Hello," the man behind him said.
"Hello."
"Hmm, you are very alluring to my husband and me."
"Is that him?" Buck asked.
"Yes, he does like to watch me catch the prey. It was arousing to him to see me coming up behind you and you never knowing it. I wasn't expecting you to step back into me, but I was very pleased when you did. So, did you want to take this somewhere private?"
The hand that had been tracing his neck moved to grip his shoulder, a firm press that would have gotten him on his knees if they had been alone, a promise of what was to come. Nothing would cross the line because that could get them thrown out of the club. Everything he had been willing to do had been added to his profile that evening when he had shown up. The air of mystery of what they wanted from him was part of what made this as good as it was. It was what intrigued him about the night, that, and not giving up who he was. He could take the mask off, or he could keep it his face hidden if he wanted.
"What would do we do in private?"
"Have a lot of fun. Your paperwork said you love being spitroasted. We can go over our tests or use condoms. That is all up to you." The hand on his hip pulled Buck back into him. His cock was already hard, pressing into Buck in all the right ways. It felt nice and thick, the kind of cock he could choke himself on.
"He goes first."
Something had to have happened behind him because the man in front of him dipped his head, and he took off for the side rooms. When the man was far enough away, Buck pulled away from the man holding him and followed. He was tempted to look back at the man, but he didn't. He liked the intrigue about it. There were rooms for each of the Doms, and the cameras kept an eye on the rooms. The audio was only turned on if something happened. The footage was erased after an hour to make it safer and to lessen the chance of the footage being leaked. It felt safe, and there was no place that didn't have a camera inside a room except for the bathrooms. The bathrooms had ones that focused on the doors, and those were watched better, with a guard having an eye on all of the feeds for the doors into each of them. It was something to make it a lot safer.
Buck followed the man all the way into one of the larger suites. It had all of the things needed for a night of fun. It was going to be a lot of fun. The whole night was just what he needed. To take things away from him, to give up all control to strangers who he didn't have to see again if he didn't want to.
"What's on offer?" Buck asked as he stepped into the room. He heard the door shut behind him and there was no click of the lock. They left it unlocked so he could run if he needed to. "And we don't have to use anything. I trust the club."
"If figure that we can figure something out based on what we like as we go." The man sat on the bed and spread his legs, looking at Buck. He grinned and then looked at the floor.
"Hmm, Daddy, you do know what I like," Buck said.
"Sweet Jesus," the man behind him said.
"You said you were up for most anything when it came to submitting to the things that you have on your list. You hinted at daddy kink. Ever had two?"
Buck shook his head. He walked over and dropped to his knees in front of the man. The man's jeans were tented, and he looked to be on par with the other man. For the first time, Buck looked at him. The man looked to be about his height and built much like him. he's stayed off to the side as Buck looked at the man who had been talking to him.
"Should we exchange names? When there are just two of us, it's easier."
The man reached out and tipped up Buck's head to look at him. He then reached up with his other hand and took off his mask. He was handsome, the kind of face that would catch his eye. His face was tipped to the side to make him look at the other man. "That's Tommy, and I'm Sal. We are married, but we learned a long time ago that we work better with someone else with us. We have tried to find someone, but so far, we haven't been successful. So, tonight is a chance to see how things go. In the morning, we will all decide through the club."
"Yes, Sir," Buck said. He waited for Sal to tell him what he was going to do, but Tommy took off his mask.
Tommy was handsome and the kind of man Buck would at least hit on if he had run into him in the real world. Sal moved Buck's head back to look at him. The hands on the back of his head made him jolt a little, but Tommy waited for Buck.
"Yes," Buck said.
The mask came off, a little pull from the sticky that was used to keep it where it was. It didn't hurt; it just pulled at his skin a little bit. Sal reached out with a rag and cleaned off the residue on his face.
"What do you need?"
"You have my list. I want whatever you want on that."
Sal's fingers were gentle as they opened his lips. A thumb traced his bottom lip before pulling his jaw down. Fingers that were not Sal's slipped inside him. Buck sucked on them as they pressed down his tongue. "Fuck you are a beauty. I bet you look pretty with a cock in your mouth. In your ass. I look forward to seeing what you look like all spread out and speared on Tommy's cock."
Buck swallowed, the feeling of the fingers doing deeper making his cock harder. Tommy and Sal were good at this. They moved with ease and fed off each other. Buck closed his eyes and gave over the last bit of control. When he looked at Sal again, he could see how much Sal wanted him, not just his cock but on his face. The sound of a zipper lowering behind him told Buck that the
"Open all the way and settle back because you are going to take Tommy in your mouth. We are going to make sure that your mouth is well used before we get to the main event."
Buck opened his mouth, and his head was turned to the side. A cock was pressed to his lips. He opened his lips a little more and the cock slid all the way inside. Tommy was thick and long. It wasn't Tommy's hand that cupped the back of Evan's head and held him in place as Tommy slid all the way inside of Evan's mouth. There was nothing much left to do but submit to the way that they wanted to use him. His safeword was well documented, and he knew theirs as well.
Tommy pulled out and he pressed the head of his cock to Buck's lips.
"What's your name?" Tommy asked.
"Evan," Buck said. It was the name he always used when he played. Buck wasn't listed anywhere on the paperwork for this place.
"Evan, what's your safeword?" Sal asked.
"Tsunami. Yours?"
"Gerrard," Tommy and Sal said at the same time.
Tommy pushed forward a little, the ahead of his cock sliding between Buck's lips. It felt too fucking good and Buck finally started to let himself go. He let the tide pull him under into giving up everything that they wanted, being perfect for them.
Buck's plan was to get wrecked, but he knew that these two men could do it.
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Buck closed the hatch on the engine as he heard the bird approaching. He looked back at where Eddie and Hen were with the patient who was getting a priority evac out of the scene. Another crew was on the call with them. Buck hadn't run into any of the people from the crews. He hadn't really cared to meet up with them.
He had been quiet since the weekend, unsure if he wanted to match with Sal and Tommy. They didn't scare him. The future that he could have with them scared him. They had worked so well, and even though he never should have stayed the night and most of the next morning, he did.
Buck looked at the next hatch to see that it was empty, so he left it open. They would be cleaning up tools for a little while because they needed so many to get people out of the pileup.
"Here," Eddie said as he handed over the spreader bar.
Buck took it so he could put it up. He looked to the side as Eddie handed it over. There was no one around the area.
"So you are the two mooks that finally ended up filling in the spots that Tommy and I left open."
Buck knew that voice. He stiffened up and didn't move at all. Sal was closer to them than he would like.
"And you are?" Eddie asked as he turned to face Sal.
"Sal Deluca, new captain of Station 122. Diaz, right?"
"Yes, nice to meet you. Who is this Tommy?"
"My husband. That happened after we left. He's the guy who is flying your victim out of here. You two did really good at getting them out of there."
A hand on his shoulder had Buck jumping a little, and then the hand moved, pressing down in a reassuring way that made his heart stop racing.
"Buck, you okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine, just adrenaline."
"Buck?" Sal asked.
"Evan Buckley. Goes by Buck."
"Evan's a good name, too."
"There were other Evans in my class at the academy, so I came out of there with the nickname of Buck." Bcuk finally turned his head to look at Sal, who looked even better in his uniform. Even with the turnouts overtop. They were open to allow for breathing. Buck tried not to look him up and down. He turned to face Sal, and the hand on his shoulder dropped. Eddie didn't notice it, thankfully.
Buck's turnouts moved, and he tried not to react as something slipped into the back pocket of his pants. He knew it had to be a slip of paper or something like it as he didn't feel it after Sal's fingers were gone.
"Deluca, you aren't messing with my guys, are you?"
"Nah, just making sure they are up to the task of dealing with you and your duo of chaos."
"I'm sure Chim will be happy to know you are worried about him and Hen."
Sal laughed. He smiled at Buck before turning to wander off with Bobby, talking softly.
"Buck?" Eddie asked.
"What?"
"I'll punch him if he got handsy. I saw his hand on your shoulder."
"It's fine. It's..." Buck swallowed. Eddie knew everything about what Buck had gotten up to, outside of the actual action. He had been the check-in and on-hand if someone needed to come and get Buck out of there. He hadn't told him that, and the offer had been made to date outside of the dynamic and become their third. He also hadn't given him the names.
"It's what?"
"The guys I played with were named Sal and Tommy, a married couple."
"Oh, shit," Eddie said. He looked over where Sal was still talking to Bobby, but Sal's line of sight was right on Buck. "So the guy who just flew out of here and the captain of the 122 were the guys who made you see stars?"
"Yes." Buck reached into his pocket, pulled out the paper, and found it was a card. It was Sal's card with his number for his office at his station but on the back of it was Sal's cell as well as Tommy's.
"And you hadn't decided what you wanted yet, you told the club that it was a maybe and you needed more time."
"I worried about them being able to accept my lifestyle and how plans might fall through because I'm tired as hell from a shift or something went wrong and I'm not mentally there."
"And this changes things," Eddie said.
Buck nodded. He looked at the card before slipping it into the pocket with his cell phone so he didn't lose it.
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Buck fussed with the napkin that his drink had been set down on, and he looked at his phone. He was nervous as hell because this was a first date, and he wanted it to go well. He felt the hand on his back before he realized that someone was behind him. Sal was really good at that. Tommy sat down in the seat beside him while Sal moved to take the one across from him. He smiled at the both of them.
"We are glad you called, Evan," Tommy said.
"I'm sorry that it took me a while. I have a few mental blocks on a lot of things, and I get in my own way more often than not. Then there was the whole firefighter of it. I didn't look forward to sitting you down and explaining about things."
"Then we showed up both on your scene. I never saw you, but Sal did. He had kept his distance."
Buck looked at Sal.
"I didn't need you not at the top of your game. I didn't expect to be able to get as close to you as I did. Your situational awareness is zero."
"It's higher when I'm alone, but I trusted Eddie to have my back."
"Speaking of Eddie," Sal said.
"I'm not into him at all. He's straight and has never even had a passing thought about kissing a guy. There might have been a crush there for a short time after he started at the 118, but that went away pretty quickly. He's my best friend, and we are too codependent for our own good, but he'll back off when it's needed." Buck fiddled with the napkin again until Tommy's hand settled over his. They were warm and felt like they were anchoring him down.
"What has you nervous now?"
"I have no idea. I'm just antsy."
"Would orgasms help or hinder?" Sal asked.
"Help, honestly, I think better post orgasm on that, but this is supposed to be a date."
"And dates can't have sex?" Tommy asked. He dropped his hand down to Buck's thigh, a little higher than polite society said was decent for beingin public but all Buck could think about was when Tommy had held him in place and fucked him while he was on his back on the bed. Sal had watched since he had fucked Buck first.
Their dynamic was made of love and a mutual love of playing. Tommy was a switch, and so playing with someone outside of the relationship was the only way to fulfill that part of him. Sal was very much not a switch at all, and trying to subvert that would just hurt them. That was where Buck and the others before him came in.
"We could use the same rules as the club, take you apart on our cocks and talk after you've come down for orgasm." Sal sounded very, very interested in it all. He seemed to be ready to head out now.
"I could get on my knees for you both again, moving from cock to cock as the appetizer. Then I can see what it's like to have you take me in your bed."
"It's a pretty big bed, built with three in mind, and Tommy's height. It's a playground of sin," Sal said.
Buck loved the sound of that. Not just the bed but the way that they were together. Buck felt like he probably would mesh with them well, but it wasn't like they would be able to take up all of his time.
"So, we are all thankfully on the same shift, so that makes things a lot easier. Is your place set up for anything?"
"No, Sir. I have a toy chest, but that's mostly about giving myself pleasure, but I am not one to deny myself a single thing that I want when it comes to orgasms."
"Then we will head to our place. I'll drive, and Tommy and you can play in the backseat."
Buck nodded his head. He looked at his drink and thought about what he wanted to do with it. It was mostly still there since I hadn't drunk much of it. Tommy picked it up and headed to the counter to swap it for a travel cup, it seemed.
"Let's head out. Tommy's truck is in a place where I can have a little fun before we get on the road."
Buck followed him but didn't touch because Sal didn't reach out to touch him first. The truck had a wall on two sides, and then there were cars on the third. There was a lot of coverage to make sure that things were not visible. Sal opened the back seat door and waved for Buck to step up. He did and put his back to the seat. The door gave them more coverage. The back windows were tinted as much as was allowed, and it would mean that once inside, the only sight that would have a line of sight on them was from the front or the back. They could have a lot of fun.
"What do you need? Two doms or a dom and a fellow sub?"
"Whatever he wants. I'm not jonesing for it. I just need to let go and stop this feedback loop in my head of worry."
"Okay, then he'll decide when he gets back in here with you. He doesn't need that submissive stuff all that often, which is why we have trouble keeping someone. We hope that you will be able to be what we need, but it'll take work to make sure that we are all talking about what we need."
"Sexually, I don't have issues with that. Kiss me, please, Sir." Buck batted his eyelashes at Sal and waited to see what the man was going to do.
"You could tempt a saint."
"I've had my fair share of men of the cloth," Buck said just seconds before Sal kissed him.
Just like the weekend before, Sal kissed like he was fully in control. He held onto Buck's face and kept him right like he wanted him, dominating the kiss but in such a way that it felt like a give and a take. Buck had never been kissed like he had been with Sal. There was so much going on that he wasn't sure he wouldn't come from just kissing him one day.
"That's a pretty sight," Tommy said.
Buck didn't even try to find him; he just let Sal have the kiss he wanted since Sal was going to be stuck driving them while Tommy got to play in the back of the truck.
"Up and in," Sal said when he broke the kiss. He stayed where he was as Buck got into the truck, and then he turned to look at Tommy before kissing him. It was the kind of soft kiss that spoke of a lot of love and a lot of years between them. They had been married for five years; it had been seven years since Tommy had left the 118. He never asked when they had got together, and he wasn't going to, not yet, at least.
"You taste like him," Tommy whispered just loud enough for Buck to hear.
"Hmm, you will soon, too. Do you need to check in with Diaz?"
It took Buck a few seconds to get the words through his head. "Um, yeah, I should text where I'm going with an address."
"Type what you want and then hand me the phone. I'll add the address, but I won't send it. You can do that once you make sure I haven't added something else."
Buck just about told Tommy that he trusted him but he could understand why Tommy was being overt at doing something like that. The trust was there, but there wasn't a lot of trust, and it was tenuous. Buck handed over the phone when Tommy got into the truck, and he thought about what he wanted. Once they were traveling, the fun could begin.
"We could take him out to that farm," Sal said.
"You like fucking people over a hay stack," Tommy said.
"Yes, but I was thinking roadhead. There are those roads that almost no one is on out there. Get him in there and maybe move things around to where you are playing with his ass while he's sucking my cock."
Bcuk squirmed at the idea. He had never even thought about road head because there were never really ways of being safe with it. Hell, that didn't sound that safe either, but on a road with no traffic and nothing really around, even if they went off the road a little, it wasn't going to end in disaster.
"Someone should be playing with me now," Buck said.
Tommy chuckled and reached into the pocket on the back of the driver's seat before he climbed in and shut the door behind him. Sal climbed into the river's seat and started to get ready to head out. Buck was more focused on Tommy.
"We park in a garage so you can strip naked now while we are sitting still," Tommy said.
Buck started to do that, leaving his shirt pretty close so that he could throw it on if needed. His cock was already hardening just from the thought of what they were going to end up doing. He wanted it, and he wanted to have so much more with them.
"I'll get to the lube in a minute, I want your mouth on my cock," Tommy said and he leaned up to get his cock out as Sal started to get them out of the parking lot.
Buck waited for Sal to get on the main road before he leaned over and took Tommy in his mouth. Tommy's hand settled on his head, not controlling, just resting there. The other slipped between his crotch and Buck's head and traced his lips as he slipped down Tommy's cock, getting it wet.
"The angle is shitty for you taking me all the way but when we get home, I'm going to lay you out on the bed and you are going to take me all the way. I'm going to fuck your throat and you are going to enjoy it."
Buck hummed because he knew that he was going to. He made sure to keep the hum going until he had Tommy as far back as he could get him with the angle they were at. Sal was driving slow, even for LA traffic, and he was keeping from doing hard movements, probably taking the long way so that Tommy could get his orgasm. Tommy also played with his hole, dipping inside as much as he could with the angel, finger slick with lube and then with two, making Buck focus on the cock in his mouth and his hole.
"That's it, baby, you ready?" Tommy asked.
Bck hummed again and he pulled back to where Tommy could fill his mouth but Tommy had other plans and pushed him down on his cock to put it at the back of his throat, the head didn't slip in but when he came, Buck had to swallow to keep from choking. Tommy kept his hand there to keep Buck right where he wanted him. He could breathe through his nose and he did when it was safe to do so. Tommy pushed inside of his hole with three fingers, and the way that his hole opened up for him had Tommy moaning a little.
"He's so fucking lose already, just from wanting to get one of us inside of him."
Buck was distracted with the play with his hole but not enough that he didn't hear the garage door and then the cab got dark as they got inside of the garage. He stayed like he was, waiting for what he was going to do next.
The driver's door opened up and then shut. Buck stayed with Tommy's softening cock in his mouth. Then another door opened, but it was darker in there still, so he had no clue which door it was.
Buck closed his eyes as Tommy pulled his fingers free of his ass. He wanted something back there and he hoped that Sal gave it to him. Sal wasn't nearly as long as Tommy but he was just a little thicker, making it so fucking good to take him inside of him. Tommy tightened the hand on his head and lifted him up and off his cock.
"Ready for Sal?"
"Yes," Buck said, his voice cracking a little.
"Good because he's going to be rough."
Buck had no chance to say anything before the was being pulled back, his feet hit the floor and he braced himself to be fucked while bent over the seat. Tommy was stroking his cock, it wasn't hard but Buck doubted it was going to be soft for long.
Fingers spread his cheeks and then there was the blunt head of Sal's cock at his hole. Sal gave him no chance to say anything and started to push inside. He was more than slick enough, and Buck just dropped down, letting his chest rest fully on the seat, his body taking Sal like Sal belonged inside of him. It was perfect.
Sal trailed a hand up his back, and then he pulled up Buck's head gently, but the pull on his hair was just enough for him to look at Tommy. "Watch him get hard as I fuck you."
Tommy reached out and cupped Buck's chin, and Sal let go of his hair. He did watch as Tommy stroked his cock as Sal started to fuck him hard. The lights were only from the trucks, and it made everything that much more ethereal and that much hotter. Buck wasn't going to last long, and because Sal was jackrabbiting into him, he didn't think he would either. There was no stopping his orgasm when it hit him. He let his head sink into Tommy's hold, and he gave over and closed his eyes as he felt Sal filling him up.
Sal stayed pressed inside of him, and then there was a moment where he just rocked a little like he wanted to get as much inside of him as he could. He remembered it from the other day as well; Sa liked to make sure someone was as full of him as they could get.
"Evan?" Sal asked.
"I'm steady," Buck said as he made his legs hold him up.
Sal pulled out and was gentle as he did. He pulled the Buck up to him once he was free as well. "Hmm, coming on Tommy's seat. It's good that we are masters at getting that out. Meet us in the bedroom; get the drinks."
Buck followed the pull of Sal's body as he was led through the house with Sal leaking out of his ass. He could feel it and hoped that none would hit the floor. He looked at the place, learning what was where before he went for the stairs and then headed up them. The bedroom was just as much of a playground as Sal had promised, the bed more than big enough for all three of them to have a lot of fun.
"On the bed on your back and he's going to fuck you when he gets in here. Then we are going to talk but only if you come again. You have to come with him fucking you and you don't get to touch your cock."
The promise of what it was going to be like for them made Buck go a little cross-eyed, but he nodded his head. They could talk when they were all settled from orgasm. Buck wanted this; he wanted to wake up in their warms like ha dh over the weekend. He wanted to have everything, and he thought that maybe, for once, he could get it.