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"What the hell is this?" Buck wasn't expecting a brand-new locker or anything, but he at least was hopeful that the locker assigned to him at the 118 was cleared and cleaned out.
Chimney, the guy Bobby said was a paramedic, rolled his eyes at him. "It's a hoodie, probie."
Buck knew the nickname was coming, he was half annoyed but pleased to hear it. He opened the hoodie, it was well worn for sure- with the LAFD and 118 logo fading but it looked clean. He thought for half a second he could wear it, but Chimney let out a "Huh, guess Tommy forgot it or something."
"Who?" Buck asked, sniffing the hoodie and impressed by the cologne the guy used. "Smells like black tea and leather." He mused as he continued to check out the condition of the hoodie.
It looked like it would fit him and it smelled good.
So why not wear it?
He wasn't paying much attention to Chimney’s reaction when he pulled the hoodie on. He groaned in slight annoyance when he noticed the hoodie was a size larger than him. He had been working out, but based on how loose the top part of the hoodie was, Buck had some catching up to do with the guy. He looked at his reflection in the small mirror attached to his locker. "Not bad, right?"
Chimney snapped his gum, a brow raised suspiciously as Buck turned around with his arms up as if modeling the used hoodie. "Whatever you say Kinard."
Buck pointed a finger at Chimney, a smug smirk on his lips as he explained "Hey, possession is 9/10 of the law." He stuffed his backpack and toiletries into the locker.
"And you don't think he would want his hoodie back?" Chimney asked, pulling at the hem of the hoodie for emphasizes.
"Who?"
Chimney rolled his eyes as he led Buck back to the bay. "Tommy." Chimney answered gruffly, "Pretty sure the guy wouldn't appreciate a probie jacking his stuff."
Buck shrugged, "Well, if the guy misses it, I'll return it to him besides it’s not like this is his only hoodie. I'm sure I'll get plenty with my name on it."
Chimney said nothing, opting instead to grab two clip boards, "Whatever you say probie. C’mon, time to show you the best part of being a firefighter." He slapped one of the clip boards against Buck's chest, "Cleaning the toilets."
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Buck was apparently too slow to react, Tommy looked downright amused and confused as he held up a familiar hoodie.
"Evan?"
Buck froze.
Okay.
Okay...
So, Buck didn't put two and two together when he and Tommy had first started dating.
He had kept the hoodie.
Because it was a hoodie that was in good condition (and hey, it smelled good at the start).
(Buck was all too familiar with that scent now, it was Noir 29. One of Tommy's favorite colognes)
Buck wore the hoodie occasionally, mostly at home or when he needed to run errands. It was his everyday hoodie.
He wasn't really thinking about the chances of Tommy ever finding out that Buck wore his clothes looong before they had ever met.
But...
Buck had come back to Tommy's after a rough shift and Tommy was doing their laundry since Buck's clothing had accumulated a lot since he was staying over at Tommy's more and more now.
He wasn't thinking of it. He had completely forgotten that he had worn the hoodie from work and tossed it in the hamper before going to bed.
So now Buck was enjoying a late breakfast cooked up by his boyfriend as said boyfriend pulled a rumpled and worn hoodie from their shared hamper. Buck nearly toppled over the chair as he tried to rush over, planning to grab the hoodie before Tommy could ask any questions. But it was too late.
"What's this?" Tommy looked at the hoodie with an amused and confused expression. Kinard was still on the back of the hoodie, and so was the 118 and LAFD logo.
"Evan?"
Buck froze.
His tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth as he wanted to curse his younger self for having the audacity to steal the damn hoodie years ago.
"Evan?" Tommy's voice was soft and fond sounding as he waved the hoodie, his smile teasing as he asked, "Care to explain why you have my hoodie from when I was at the 118?"
Buck was ready to lie but Tommy stopped him with a gleeful and knowing look, "And before you try to convince me that I must have given it to you, I only had one hoodie from my time with the 118, I thought I lost it or something." He opened the hoodie and gave it a little shake, "I didn't think my boyfriend would have it though." He held his hands (still clutching the hoodie) behind his back as he took a slow and sauntering step towards Buck. "Since I know that I didn't give it to you, my question is how did you get it?"
Buck felt a shiver down his spine as Tommy looked him up and down, he felt his face heating up as he tried to come up with anything that could be seen as reasonable.
But nothing was coming to mind.
"Wanna know what I think?" Tommy asked, his voice husky and eyes dark as he stepped closer to Buck.
Buck wordlessly nodded.
"I think based on how worn this hoodie is that you had it for a while." Tommy smiled, waving the hoodie, "And since it now smells like." He took a whiff and chuckled, "Absolutely like you, like your body wash and detergent, I would say that it's worn a lot."
"Tommy," Buck could feel his heart stutter as Tommy came closer to him. "I can explain."
Tommy's eyes glinted with allure and mirth, his fingers toyed with the hem of Buck's shirt (also Tommy's). "Please do."
Buck swallowed, feeling flushed as he explained finding the hoodie in his locker when he first joined the station and how he had kept it because it was warm and it smelled nice (that had Tommy snicker and pull Buck closer to him) and that the hoodie just became a staple in his wardrobe. That he had never given it much thought about who had the hoodie before and it never occurred to him he would and was dating the original owner.
"Evan," Tommy wrapped his arms around Buck's waist, the hoodie over his shoulder now, "I don't care that you took the hoodie." He admitted.
"You-you don’t?" Buck asked, nearly panting in relief.
Tommy shook his head now, "Sort of think it's sweet that you ended up wearing my clothes before we even dated. Plus," He pulled Buck by the chin and kissed him, feeling the tension in Buck’s body leave as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back, resting his forehead against Buck's, "I like that you were wearing my name before we even met." Tommy admitted, smug and assured as his hands went back to Buck's waist. He was pleased to see Buck look flushed for an entirely different reason, his fingers dipped under the shirt, resting his hands against Buck's warm skin.
"I- uh when you put it that way." Buck laughed; his awe shucks smile had Tommy grinning as well. Buck pulled Tommy in for a kiss, smiling as they pulled away not long after.
Tommy set the hoodie against Buck's chest, the Kinard side on the display as Tommy looked at Buck appreciatively. "Hmm, Evan Kinard does have a nice ring to it."
Evan could feel his ears burn; his heart stammered against his ribs as he choked out. "Really?"
"Really."