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It was maybe a little silly to have separate bachelor parties, but Buck liked the idea of one last celebration of themselves as individuals before they got married and became more of a unit. Tommy was just happy to go along with whatever he wanted. Buck's party was next week, and Chim had been overtaken with gleeful malice at the idea of planning it.
"You didn't even come to yours," Buck had whined, looking over a piece of paper where Chim had scribbled some ideas down (including "shark cage - just Buck ???").
"No, but Hen complained about mine." Chim shooed him away from his notes, looking smug. "And besides, you pestered me enough about it, despite me saying I didn't want it how many times?"
So Buck had no idea what Chim and Eddie were actually planning, but Tommy's friends had stayed simple, and they were going to some brewery for a craft beer tasting.
Their friend groups didn't really overlap, outside of Tommy already knowing the 118. But his friends had been warm and welcoming to Buck, especially after the break-up, and they said they were just glad that Tommy could quit moping.
"We'll take good care of him," Tommy's friend Joel had told Buck when they'd picked him up from their place. He clapped Tommy on the shoulder and winked. "Returned to you in the same conditions he left in."
"Maybe with a little more beer in him," another guy said, and they all laughed as Buck wished them a good night.
It was a little earlier than expected when the doorbell rang. Tommy would have just used his key, and for a moment he was terrified that something had happened to him, that the worst case scenario popped up and there was a brewery explosion, or someone had needed a helicopter and Tommy'd been coopted into flying for criminals on the run, or there was a pile-up on the freeway, or—
"Chim?" Buck looked at his brother-in-law, who had a loose-looking Tommy draped over him, arms wrapped around his neck to keep himself upright. "Is everything okay?"
Chim grunted and grabbed Tommy's arm, tugging him forward. "Oh, he's fine," Chim said, walking Tommy into the house. "Just maybe a little less sober than he'd planned."
"M fine," Tommy muttered.
Chim rolled his eyes. "Okay, big guy, whatever you say." He tried to pass Tommy off to Buck, but Tommy only held on tighter. Chim stiffened for a moment and then let out a big, full-body sigh, rolling his eyes again. "Are you smelling my neck?"
"You don't smell like Evan," Tommy whined. ""S not as good. I want—"
"Yeah, you want Evan, believe me, I know. The whole bar knows. Half of LA knows." He wriggled out of Tommy's grip, and then pushed him over to Buck. Tommy staggered forward and Buck caught him, helplessly fond of Tommy's bleary smile.
"Hey," he whispered. He cupped Buck's face with a clumsy hand. "You look almost like the guy I'm gonna marry." His lids get heavier and his smile goes crooked and playful. "Maybe even a little more handsome, though."
"Oh my god," Chim muttered from the door. "I am not going to put up with more of this guy's rhapsodizing," he said. "Buck, he's your problem now."
Tommy had already wrapped himself around Buck, his nose digging into the juncture of neck and shoulder.
"I got him, Chim," Buck said. "You're good." He pulled one of Tommy's hands back from where it had been sneakily palming his ass. Maybe not while Chim was still there.
"I'm off, then. The rest of the group are good, too–though you might want to warn Tommy that he's going to get so much shit the next time they see him. Seriously, he would not shut up about you. Evan this, and Evan that." Chim cocks his head and gives Buck a big grin. "It's almost like he likes you or something."
Buck laughs. "Maybe I better marry him about it."
"Yeah." Chim nodded, emphatic, his hand already on the doorknob. "You better. The two of you are perfect for each other, I don't know who else could take it. You better get married quick and lock it down so no one else ever has to deal with either one of you again. Seriously." Chim shook his head, pulling open the door. "Perfect for each other."
"Don't worry," Buck said, waving Chim off. "I'm not letting him go."
And he knew Tommy, wrapped around him like an octopus, happily smelling the last vestiges of the day on Buck's skin, felt the same.