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Buck was finishing his nightly routine, and when he stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his damp hair, he stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.
Tommy was sitting on their bed, leaning against the headboard, book in hand, reading glasses perched on his nose, the blanket draped loosely over his legs.
It wasn’t the first time Buck had seen him like this, but something about it tonight made his heart thump. Maybe it was the way Tommy looked so effortlessly at home in their bed, completely focused on his book, or maybe it was the sexy reading glasses. Whatever it was, Buck felt it—deep in his chest.
Had Tommy always looked this good?
Of course, Buck had known from the start that Tommy is attractive. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been completely wrecked the first time he saw him in that flight suit during the cruise ship rescue. Back then, he’d genuinely wondered if he was having heart palpitations, only to later realize—nope, just his first full-fledged crush on a man.
But that had been six years ago.
Now, Buck didn’t just get to admire Tommy from afar—he got to love him. He got to call him his husband, to kiss him whenever he wanted, to lay on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat like it was his favorite sound in the world.
Which, actually, sounded like a great idea. And if he could make it fun? Even better.
Buck made it his mission to slip under the blanket from the foot of the bed and crawl his way up to Tommy—completely undetected. An ambitious goal, considering he wasn’t exactly known for his subtlety.
Still, he tried.
Tiptoeing to the edge of the bed, he flicked his gaze between Tommy and the blanket a couple times, then carefully lifted the fabric and slid underneath, hoping Tommy was too engrossed in his book to notice.
He inched forward, maneuvering around Tommy’s legs, grinning to himself when he finally settled across them like a human-sized cat. He tried to get comfortable—well, as comfortable as one could be while laying on someone’s thighs—but Tommy had big thighs, and they were Buck's favourite pillow. Just as he settled in, a voice cut through the quiet.
“What are you doing?”
A sliver of light peeked through as Tommy lifted a corner of the blanket. Buck blinked up at him, meeting a pair of curious eyes and a slightly furrowed brow.
Buck grinned sheepishly, acting like he was caught red-handed. “What do you mean, what am I doing? We’re sharing a blanket,” he whispered.
Tommy looked even more confused now. "And why are you whispering?" he asked, unconsciously keeping his voice down too, like he's sharing a secret with Buck.
"You were reading! I didn't want to distract you," Buck replied and that earned him a full hearty laugh as Tommy shook his head. The younger poked his head out of the blanket, his face now inches from Tommy, his eyebrows furrowed as if asking Tommy what's so funny.
"I was already distracted before you even made your way to me, you're not very good at being sneaky." Tommy teased, his hand automatically caressing Buck's face, tucking away stray curls at the same time.
Buck wanted to be offended but he couldn't help leaning into the touch, humming in content. He wrapped his arms around Tommy’s lower torso and buried his face into his stomach.
“You can keep reading,” Buck murmured against him, his breath tickling Tommy's bare skin. “I’ll just be here.”
Then, without warning, he yanked the blanket back over his head, completely submerging himself in darkness. It's just something he does because he could not sleep with a single light on in the room, and being under the blanket is dark enough for him to doze off.
A beat of silence. Then—
“This doesn’t really feel like we’re sharing a blanket.” Buck heard Tommy grumbling. He was too comfortable to move, and simply mumbled back, “Why not?”
"Because I can't see your pretty face.”
Well. That got Buck’s attention.
He immediately popped his head back out, meeting Tommy’s soft gaze. The warmth in those blue eyes was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Buck reached out, fingers brushing against Tommy’s glasses as he carefully slid them off and placed them on the bedside table. Tommy chuckled, letting Buck guide him down until they were both lying on the pillows, fully wrapped in the blanket, faces just inches apart.
“Now this is more like it,” Tommy murmured, running his fingers through Buck’s curls. Buck, feeling ridiculously smitten, and oh so in love couldn't help but to close their distance and kissed Tommy softly. Once, twice, a few more—until a small knock interrupted them.
“Papa? Daddy? Can I sleep with you two tonight?”
Buck and Tommy exchanged a knowing smile as they heard the small voice coming from the other side of the door. With one last quick peck, Buck rolled out of bed and walked to the door. The moment he opened it, tiny arms wrapped around his leg.
He chuckled, bending down to meet her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you wanna share a blanket with Papa and Daddy?” he asked, his voice soft. He got an enthusiastic nod from her almost immediately.
Buck scooped her up, settling her on his hip before carrying her back to bed. As they nestled under the blankets, she curled up between them, her small frame fitting perfectly against Tommy’s chest.
A few moments passed as Buck told a bedtime story, Tommy acting out the characters in exaggerated voices, making their daughter giggle sleepily. Eventually, the room fell quiet, and Buck found himself simply admiring his view, as Tommy’s hand rested protectively over their daughter’s tiny tummy, watching the peaceful rise and fall of their breathing.
It struck him then.
This was it.
The kind of happiness he never thought he’d get to have. The kind he once feared he’d never deserve.
But it was right here, wrapped up in a blanket with the two people he loved most in the world.
And Buck had never felt more at home.
