Eddie and Chim stood in the locker room, watching as Buck tried on a third shirt that he had pulled from his locker. He kept bending down to peer at his outfit in the small mirror that he had hanging. Buck seemed nervous as he smoothed down the wrinkles in his shirt, pulling at the sleeves uncomfortably. Eddie didn't understand why he didn't just go into the bathroom to look in the larger mirrors, but this was more entertaining anyways.
"Got a hot date tonight?" Chim finally teased, unable to wait any longer before saying something to the younger firefighter.
Buck blushed, as he straightened back up to his full height. "Sort of," Buck said, turning around to shoot a glare at Eddie and Chim for their blatant staring. "Jim's introducing me to his best friend, and what do you think - does this look okay?" Jim had said that it was going to be a casual place, with apparently the best wings around, so he didn't want to be overdressed, but he didn't want to look sloppy either.
"What's the game plan for you guys then?" Chim asked as Eddie made a so-so movement behind him. Chim was glad that Jim was starting to introduce Buck to his friends. Maddie had told him in confidence that she was worried that Buck didn't know any of Jim's team, so hopefully this was a start in the right direction.
"Beer and wings," Buck commented, and then clarified further. "And the best friend is a she, in case it makes any difference."
"I think that's fine then," Eddie said, gesturing at Buck's outfit. Buck had chosen a long sleeved black Henley and simple blue jeans to go with them. "You don't want to overdress for a wing night, right?"
Buck nodded. Glancing down at his watch, he realized that he better hustle so that he wasn't late. "Thanks guys," Buck said, as he grabbed his jacket and closed his locker. "Wish me luck!" He added, as he headed out to his jeep.
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Jim groaned as he struggled to get his vest off, the velcro not wanting to cooperate. Finally he ripped open the final strap and tossed it haphazardly to the growing pile of the team's gear.
Hondo had decided that morning that their team needed to do some advanced training and by the end of the day, Jim was so tired that he could barely think straight. All he wanted to do was to go to Buck's and soak his sore body in his boyfriends' large bathtub, but tonight was the night that they had planned to go out for wings with Chris. At least he didn't have to worry about putting away all the gear, their new temporary member got stuck with that task.
"So, who wants to go for a drink? My treat," Hondo asked, once all of the team was back in the locker room. Deacon and Tan quickly declined, both saying that their respective wife and girlfriend would be expecting them home.
"Sorry man, but I already have plans," Jim said, feeling bad for turning down Hondo's offer. Chris also declined the invitation since she was going with Jim. He nodded to Chris and the two of them headed out together.
Hondo frowned slightly as he watched Chris and Jim leave at the same time. He hoped that they weren't going on a date together, because relationships in the same team never worked out well. Something to keep an eye on.
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Buck looked down at his phone, wondering where Jim and Chris were. He had managed to arrive at the bar on time but didn't see Jim anywhere. Buck slid into a booth near the front, so he could keep an eye on the door. Hopefully they didn't get caught out on a call. Buck knew that his boyfriend had a dangerous job, but tried not to think too much about the details. His brief stint training for SEALs taught him very quickly that it was one thing to learn how to shoot but another to be shot at. Buck looked up as the bell on the front door chimed, relieved to be interrupted from his own thoughts.
Buck could see that Jim had paused at the entrance, scanning the bar looking for him. Standing up, Buck waved at Jim to get his attention. As Jim neared the booth, Buck could see the exhaustion written all over his face. He looked like he was barely keeping his eyes open while his shoulders were slumped. Buck wanted nothing more than to greet him with a kiss, but he waited for Jim to make the first move, not really sure what all he would feel comfortable with. But he couldn't help but smile when he saw his boyfriend, all in one piece.
Jim returned his smile and leaned in for a quick peck on Buck's cheek. "Chris, this is my boyfriend, Buck," he said, turning around to introduce his two favourite people. He was only a tiny bit nervous about the two of them meeting.
Buck reached out a hand to shake, but Chris ignored it and went in for a small side hug. "Jim may have let it slip that you gave excellent hugs," she teased, watching as both men turned red. "Nice to finally meet you Buck," Chris added, patting him on the shoulder. "Now, let's order some wings, I am freaking starving!"
Buck smiled as the three of them tucked into the booth and motioned the waitress over to order a large selection of wings and a couple pitchers of beer. He had expected the introduction to go rather smoothly based on all of the things that Jim had relayed about Chris, but was still happy that everything seemed to be starting off on the right foot.
Jim and Chris filled him in on all of the training that Hondo put them through that day, which of course led to a friendly disagreement over who had won at the sniper part of the session. Buck could tell that Chris was a bit surprised that he knew enough about sniper training to ask a few intelligent questions. The three then spent the next couple hours sharing stories of their favourite rescues, whether it was an amazing shot, a crazy save, or a funny situation.
Buck decided to share the story about how he won over Athena by taking out the burglar with the hose, which had everyone laughing. "Have you ever been hit with one of those before? They hurt like hell, I think everyone in the academy had that experience during training," Buck chuckled, remembering his own disaster attempt at using the hose the first time. But both Chris and Jim were focused on someone across the bar and didn't hear Buck's last comment.
"Buck, do you know that woman who is staring at us?" Chris finally asked, making a small gesture over at the redhead at the bar. Chris had noticed her come in a while ago, and she kept staring at Buck with an odd look on her face.
Buck glanced over quickly, trying to be as subtle as Chris was, but failing horribly as his eyes locked with hers. Why did she have to show up everywhere? Hunching in on his seat, Buck mumbled a response. "She's a reporter...Taylor Kelly? We...uh...hooked up a couple times, before I met Jim of course," Buck hurriedly added, looking at his clenched hands nervously. Buck really didn't like the way he felt when he had been with Taylor. It was a little too much Buck 1.0. He was finally in a good place with Jim and he hoped that this wouldn't upset that.
Jim felt a twinge of jealousy when Buck said that he and the hot redhead had hooked up but that quickly disappeared when Jim saw how uncomfortable his boyfriend looked. Reaching over, Jim gently squeezed Buck's clenched hands in reassurance, while tilting up his chin to kiss him thoroughly.
"Wow," Chris said, watching Jim and Buck kiss like no one else was in the room. "I think I'll go say hi..." she added, sliding out of the booth to saunter over to the bar close to where Taylor was sitting. What could she say, Buck had great taste. She could tell that neither Buck or Jim noticed her leaving but she was fine with that.
"Follow me," Jim said, impulsively grabbing Buck's hand and pulling him out of the booth, heading towards the back of the bar. The two of them crowded into the small, two stall washroom as Jim reached behind him and locked the door. He blushed slightly at his intentions but knew he wanted to take Buck's mind off whatever he had thought about when he saw Taylor.
"Jim, what are we - " Buck started to ask as he was suddenly pushed back against the cold wall of the stalls, his head lightly thumping against the metal. Jim's mouth was on his in seconds, his tongue darting in to explore Buck's mouth. Buck moaned into the kiss, his legs feeling slightly shaky with the intensity that Jim was kissing him with.
"Shh," Jim whispered, pausing a moment from ravishing Buck's mouth. "Let me make you feel good," he added, placing his hands on Buck's belt. With Buck's nod, Jim quickly unzipped Buck's pants, sliding his hand in to grasp his boyfriend's hardening cock.
Buck couldn't help himself as he bucked into Jim's grasp, enjoying the possessiveness that his boyfriend was exhibiting. He never thought that Jim would be open to doing this kind of thing, in public, and it turned him on something fierce. "I...uh...there's...lube... in my back pocket," Buck managed to stutter, distracted by the combination of Jim's mouth leaving small bites along his neck and his hand tugging up and down on his cock.
Jim manhandled Buck so that his chest was now up against the stall wall. Jim reached into Buck's jean pocket, giving his butt a little squeeze while pulling out the lube. He deftly squeezed some onto his fingers, sliding his hand back into Buck's briefs.
Buck felt his eyes roll back as Jim worked two fingers inside of him, not even bothering to start slowly with one. Jim scissored him open, roughly adding a third finger while making sure to hit his prostate over and over again. Buck whimpered as Jim withdrew his fingers, arching his back to attempt to keep contact with his boyfriend.
Buck gasped loudly as Jim replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing all the way in with one solid thrust. Biting his arm to muffle his moans, Buck simply went along for the ride as Jim continued to drive into him at a rigorous pace.
Buck blushed slightly at the loud noises the two of them were making, between the sound of the metal squeaking, Jim's grunts, and flesh hitting flesh as Jim fucked him harder, there was no doubt what the two of them were doing if someone was close to the door. But he couldn't bring himself to care, instead letting himself enjoy the way that Jim was making him feel.
As Buck could feel himself start to get close, Jim stopped his movement, gripping Buck at the base of his cock to stop him from coming. "I've already forgotten about her," Jim said quietly, not even bothering to mention Taylor's name. "Because all I care about is you," Jim concluded, as he thrusted back onto Buck. The room suddenly went quiet as both men reached orgasm, Jim coming first followed quickly by Buck.
Jim waited a couple minutes before sliding out of Buck gently. He disposed of the condom that Buck hadn't even noticed that he put on in the first place, but was relieved that he had. Jim passed Buck a couple paper towels, and then pulled back up his own pants, with a slight tremble in his hands. He was exhausted.
Buck couldn't find the words to say, so instead he turned around and poured his feelings into a gentle kiss, cupping both sides of Jim's face with his hands. Leaning his forehead against Jim's, Buck took a couple deep breaths as he tried to reposition his clothes back to normal as much as possible as well. "That...that was fucking hot, babe," he finally managed to say, with a grin. "I'm not sure I can sit back down in that booth right now though," he said only half-joking, wincing slightly at the burn he could feel as he straightened up.
"No need to worry," Jim said with a small smirk as he read a message from Chris. "Chris says not to mess with her 'pick-up' game, so I think we are fine to head out, " Jim said, making air quotes with his hands to emphasize Chris's own words. "My place?" he asked, as Luca was still out of the country.
"Sounds great," Buck said, as he followed Jim out of the bar. Luckily no one had been standing outside of the bathroom when they left. He did happen to notice that Chris had Taylor's full attention at the bar but decided not to spend any time worrying about it. He had a wonderful boyfriend to go home with, and that's all that mattered.