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It didn’t take long for Buck to discover Tommy’s sweet tooth. Four weeks after they met exactly, at Maddie and Chimney’s wedding, when Buck had given Tommy his slice of wedding cake saying something along the lines of ‘you eat it, I’m trying to cut weight.”
Tommy ate it greedily. What could he say? Maddie and Chimney had picked out a good bakery for their wedding cake? He had picked up a third piece too when he saw that there were some extra on the table.
“I take it you have a sweet tooth?” Buck joked from where he watched Tommy scarf down the slice of wedding cake.
Tommy froze where he was with the forkful of cake right in front of his chin. “Um…”
Buck chuckled at his reaction. “Don’t worry, it’s kind of… cute.”
Tommy could feel his face heating up at that statement, and instead of responding, just put the cake in his mouth.
Since that day, Buck had taken it upon himself to fulfill Tommy’s sweet tooth needs - and try making all of the desserts and baked good recipes that he had been saving for years.
And if Tommy was honest, he loved it all… at first.
Buck made a great pistachio tiramisu and a fantastic strawberry chocolate eclair.
And it had sort of become their own little ‘Buck & Tommy’ thing. Every other week or so, Buck would make some sort of sweet dish and have Tommy try it. And they were all delicious.
Then the holiday season came around in December, and Buck went on a baking craze making every sort of sugar filled baked good he could think of.
Tommy liked it for the first week or so - the endless supply of sweets, it would have been a childhood dream.
Then the second week of December came around, and for probably the first time in Tommy’s life, Tommy found himself… not wanting to eat any more sugary items.
After eating a tenth cookie in less than 72 hours, they all started to taste exactly the same. Tommy didn’t think he could come up with a new and unique compliment if Buck offered up a new dish.
But Tommy sucked it up, and powered through the rest of the holidays. It was his fault that Buck had gone down a sugary baking spree after all. Tommy had thought that, after the new year, Buck would put an end to all of the sweet treats. Or if not an end, then go back to what he had been doing before, making something once every other week. Tommy could handle that.
But Buck hadn’t lessened his baking. He only increased it.
And now February was coming around, and Tommy was growing nervous about what Buck could possibly be making for Valentine's Day. Well, Tommy should probably clarify that. It wasn;t that he was scared of the actual dish or dishes Buck might be planning (Tommy knew that, whatever it would be, it would be great), but rather the quantity that Buck would be cooking.
Surprisingly, and luckily, neither of them were scheduled to work on Valentine’s Day, something they were both thrilled about (upcoming dessert dilemma notwithstanding), making Tommy would be able to convince Buck to just skip dessert altogether for something else. It might take some finagling to make Buck think that he came up with the idea, but Tommy thought he could do it.
Buck had started the day by making strawberry pancakes. (“Look, I made them in the shape of a heart, Tommy!” Buck had said when he showed Tommy the plate.) And while they were sweet, they were still delicious, just the right amount of sweetness to not go overboard.
Then for lunch, they had found themselves walking past a pizza shop and when Buck saw them advertising heart shaped pizzas through their window, insisted they stop to eat one. Tommy didn’t have the ‘heart’ in him to tell Buck no.
When dinner came around, Buck had made dinner. Tommy had wanted to make something, but the week before Buck had insisted that he would cook. Tommy had thought it would be a regular, Valentine’s Day - romantic style dinner, and it was. The pasta was also little heart shapes.
“So all of this heart shaped food,” Tommy asked. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”
Buck smiled sheepishly as he looked at Tommy, the way the candle light reflected in his eyes, Tommy knew that Buck knew what he was doing. “What if there is?” Buck asked.
They never got around to eating the heart shaped brownie Buck had still warming in the heat from the oven, but that was okay. There would be time for that tomorrow.