A PROGRESSION OF KISSES

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Oliver Stark Teases "A Lot Of Clarity" For Buck & Tommy In Upcoming 9-1-1 Episode

9-1-1 airs Thursdays on ABC.

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Routine was Tommy’s anchor, and his athletic attire was no exception. Today, he wore his old PT shorts, black with the gold ARMY logo along the hem. Years of workouts, wear, and washes had softened the fabric, making them exceptionally comfortable.

Tucked in the back of his waistband, after being removed in the late morning sun as sweat clung to his chest, was a white tee he received as a gag gift from Chimney. It featured Max-D, his favorite monster truck, known for its aggressive design and flashy performances.

The bright, clear skies and idyllic views marked the start of the day, and Tommy eagerly anticipated reaching WeHo for an iced coffee, maybe even flirting with Nick, the barista, if he was around. His New Balance 990s carried him steadily along his path, the rhythmic patter of his footsteps a steady beat beneath the bright sky. He opted to forgo music today, finding solace in the quiet, peaceful streets and the vibrant hum of the city.

Adjusting to life with Captain Nash had taken time. Tommy was working on building relationships with his colleagues, grappling with vulnerability and openness. It was easier to handle the harsh expectations from his father and commanding officers by keeping his head down and sticking to the task at hand. Bobby was different; he was fostering a collaborative environment, creating a real team, and that unsettled Tommy.

Every time Bobby’s eyes fell on him in the kitchen after a tough call, he could feel the empathy and care behind them. He would ask “Doing okay, Tommy?” and Tommy would always say “Doing great, Cap.” He never meant it, not really.

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Okay, so this is a little inspired by @dazzle02's post right here. Enjoy! 🥰

"Let me move in with you," said Evan.

And.

And Tommy looked up at Evan.

Blinking.

There wasn't anything particularly special about tonight. Neither of them had that bad of a shift the day before, all things considered. It was after dinner. They were both in pajamas watching Shark Week. Besides Shark Week, there wasn't anything life-altering or important that would have made Tommy remember this lazy Thursday night.

But then again, something amazing always happened with Evan around.

Life-altering was Evan's modus operandi.

They met when Tommy was flying them into a hurricane. They got together after Evan maimed one of his best friends. Their second official date was at a last-minute hospital wedding when the original wedding had been canceled.

Dating Evan was nothing Tommy had ever experienced before.

And Tommy never wanted to stop.

"What?" Tommy laughed, not sure if he heard that right.

He was staring up at Evan. His head was in Evan's lap and Evan just - he kept playing with the curls in Tommy's hair; staring down at Tommy like he never wanted to look away from Tommy as he said, "Let me move in with you."

And it harkened back to that beer Evan still owed Tommy.

That Tommy was never going to let Evan give him. No, Tommy loved the idea of still being tied like that. To forever joke about the beer Evan still owed him.

"You want to move in with me?" asked Tommy.

And it wasn't that Tommy was against it. The moment Evan brought it up, all Tommy wanted to say was yes, yes, of course, Evan, yes.

But.

They had only been dating maybe four months at this point. Tommy wasn't against the breakneck pace Evan seemed the most comfortable in, but at the same time, that was a big decision. And that wasn't to say that Tommy didn't believe that Evan would want this, but it was always good to be absolutely sure.

"You've got a kickass garage. You've got the best beer in town. I heard a beast lives here. Why wouldn't I want to too?" asked Evan.

"Evan."

"Tommy."

Tommy snorted.

"Tommy, I hate my loft. I hate my fucking loft. I got it with my girlfriend Aly because she liked it, and then she almost immediately broke up with me. I haven't been able to decide on a damn couch in that place. I don't know why I have two balconies," said Evan, "But none of that is even why I'm offering this."

Tommy laughed.

"Offering?"

"Tommy, I - I miss you," said Evan with all his heart; a little broken.

Tommy reached out; placed a hand on Evan's cheek.

"Evan. I'm right here," said Tommy softly.

"I miss you when I wake up and you hadn't slept over. I miss you when I try out a new dish and you're not there to taste-test it. I miss seeing you just randomly reading Chef's Choice or The Dos and Donuts of Love or - or How to Find a Princess or Better Than People or The State of Us on your couch whenever I walk into your house with the key you gave me. I miss the lavender you insist on making your house smell like. I miss you when I get in my car and realize we won't be carpooling. That you won't insist on driving and I won't get to play you music as we start our drive early so we can take a scenic way to my work or yours. I just miss you. All the time. I want to fucking live in your pocket. Which is a lot. I know. But I want that. I want you. And I'm so sure you want that too."

And.

And okay, if they were being honest.

"Evan, I - I wake up and it feels empty if you're not here. If you're not sprawled on top of me when I wake up. If you're not laughing and insisting that we take a shower together. That if we do, we'll be saving water. Despite the fact that you know full well that it takes double the time with how distracted we get. I miss you when I walk up to my coffee maker and you're not there to play the 'guess how Tommy takes his coffee' game that I think you're failing on purpose at this point - "

"No, I'm not," said Evan like a liar.

"Oh, I know you are," laughed Tommy, "But I kind of love that because it's still fun. And I miss you when you're not there to get into my Mustang with that jerry-rigged contraption of yours that somehow forces Bluetooth to work on my stereo. And how you keep showing me all these new and amazing songs I never would have dreamed of finding on my own."

"People are sleeping on Kehlani," said Evan.

"Yeah. I know," agreed Tommy, "And - and I miss you when I don't get to kiss you goodbye and hear you say you'll see me after your shift. And I miss you when you're not there to pick me up or if I'm not there to pick you up and you kiss me hello and ask how my day was and tell me all about yours. And I'm not saying we need to be glued together. But I am saying that every moment I get with you makes my whole day better. My week. My month. My year. My life. And, uh. I don't know, maybe you owe me moving into my house."

Evan laughed.

"Oh, I owe you now, huh?"

"I mean, you offered. Pay up. Move in."

Evan laughed harder, leaning down to kiss Tommy. And it was an awkward angle, and the kiss was a bit messy, but it left Tommy breathless; left Tommy swimming in overwhelming yes.

"Okay. I guess I'm moving in," said Evan happily, his smile soft and so excited.

"Yeah, you are," said Tommy as he pulled Evan back into another mind-blowing kiss.

EVAN BUCKLEY & TOMMY KINARD ▸8x15, lab rats

Damn you go Ryan

once again…. ryan is very clear that buddie is not happening. oof

Tommy Kinard's many crimes:

- always shows up for his man, no matter what - makes an insane breakfast - fluffs pillows and takes care of sore shoulders - crazy in love but scared to take the next steps - steals LAFD property to save 118 friends - can't see Buck sad or disappointed, can't resist Buck's puppy eyes either - fidgets with tiny pumpkins - emotional dessert eater - humor as dry as Buck's scones - super confused most of the time, but tries to keep up - stays in his helicopter, aka safe space, when there's danger

He's so devious!