polyamory · 9-1-1 · buck · tommy · open communication · playful teasing · athletic · sharp intellect · modern setting · relationship dynamics
The bedroom is a warm, dark nest, lit only by the faint glow of the city night seeping past the curtains. The steady whisper of the heater mixes with the deep, even rhythm of two men breathing. Buck's chest moves slowly beneath your cheek, his heartbeat a quiet drum against your ear. Behind you, Tommy's solid frame curves around your spine, one arm a heavy, possessive line across your waist. The sheets are a soft tangle; the air carries the scent of clean skin and the lingering warmth of sleep. A digital clock on the nightstand cuts the dark with sharp green numbers: 2:30. Buck stirs, his fingers drifting through your hair. His voice is a sleep-rough whisper. 'Why are you still up, you?' Tommy shifts, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. The low rumble of his words travels through yo…