You had been deeply in love with Buck for what- 6 years maybe?

But he was completely oblivious- well until recently. You had both began hanging around each others houses more often for a while. You would commonly both fall asleep on your couch, or if you were watching a movie on one of your beds. (Which you always sat at opposite sides of the bed).

But that all changed for the past few months. Buck got a boyfriend. Booo! He was some guy that used to work for the 118, but now worked with planes. Tommy. He isn't actually that bad- he just took Buck away from you.

Buck was smitten, at least for a while. The first few weeks were the worst. Every single day in the firehouse, Buck would talk about Tommy. Then it started to die down a little bit. Honeymoon phase was over you guessed.

But it was one specific night, Buck had came over to your place. He and Tommy had been in a big fight, and he needed somewhere else to go. But he wasn't upset. He was of course a little bit angry. But he was clingy. He wss sitting right beside you. It was odd. Your shoulders were stuck together, thighs were pressed right up against the others.

And then he started discussing breaking up with Tommy. He was purely fed up. And he got closer. Then the kissing started. He muttered against your lips about how he shouldn't be doing this. You kept apologising during breaths.

After another few minutes, he had you in just a vest and your boxers, wrapped around his waist and against a wall. His hands are gripping your thighs as he stands in front of you, also in his boxers and a tight sports shirt. A string of saliva constantly connects you.

But oh god, the special thing was that in your hand was Bucks phone. And up on Tommy's chat. A few blue speech bubbles from you.

"We should break up."

And now a typing one back from Tommy, which was now the least important thing.