Ready Made Relationship

Carlos Reyes Deserves Good Head

After talking with TK, Owen had salvaged the situation rather quickly, reassuring both of his sons that everything would be fine and apologising profusely, despite Buck's protests, for reacting so hysterically to the news. Owen had left the room for a short while, with TK still on the phone to relay what Buck had told him and to give Buck time to rest.

When Buck woke up from his long overdue nap screaming in a way that tore the tender skin in his throat to smithereens, Owen was there to hold him steady so that he couldn't aggravate his injuries. Owen was there to talk him down from the intense panic, and he was the one to wipe away Buck's tears with a warm flannel so that his face wouldn't become raw from the use of tissues.

A knock sounded at the front door, Owen looked towards the door before he turned back to Buck and continued to dab at his face with the flannel even though he'd stopped crying a good while ago.

"Don't you have to get that?" Buck asked shyly. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was embarrassed to be taken care of even if he knew that he deserved it.

"Everyone I trust has a key. Anyone else is not allowed in while you're staying here." The man spoke shortly, a sweet smile on his face, as he set the flannel aside and smoothed his thumbs over Buck's cheeks. "Would you like to sit up?" He asked.

"Please," Buck nodded. He pushed himself up onto his good elbow and pushed up until he was leaning on his hand with Owen's help. "I totally forgot how solid you are." Buck frowned as he folded into Owen's grip like an accordion as the man helped him shuffle up the bed to lean against the velvet padded headboard. "You're too good to me, old man." He chuckled darkly, the smile that matched it was so terrifyingly sad that he quickly dropped it. There was no point in looking as wrecked as he felt.

"Gotta make up for lost time, kiddo, and there is plenty of it." Owen leaned down to rest their foreheads together. The pair blinked their eyes closed and rested together in silence.

"Dude! Again?" TK huffed as he barged into the bedroom. He marched straight to the bed and crawled up it from the footboard, shoving his dad aside and mashing his own forehead against Buck's. Buck opened his eyes to catch TK's and fought back a wince at all of the negative emotions he saw in his younger brothers eyes. "You two keep excluding me from family time like this, and I'm gonna start picketing on the lawn." He threatened, a hint of laughter passing through his eyes.

"Hey, it's not my fault, little brother." Buck twisted quickly, capturing TK in a headlock and using the same hand to give him a noogie. "Maybe dad's realising that I'm the superior son." He joked, a real smile finally parting his lips. TK's answering laughter only made it grow in size.

"Yeah, no, that's still me." The younger Strand sounded self-assured. "That's why he asked me to come over. He needed a reprieve from your lame ass."

"Dick!" Buck let out a bark of laughter as he released his younger brother and shoved him playfully towards the edge of the bed. TK dove off the bed dramatically, landing with a thud, and looked at Buck as though he'd scandalised him. Owen and Buck looked at each other, and suddenly, all three of them were howling with laughter.

"You two need to stop playing so roughly with each other." Owen scolded lightly as they began to calm down. "Especially whilst Buck is hurt."

"Awe, c'mon," Buck pouted as he looked up at his father. "Again with this delicate crap. I'm actually super durable, daddio," he snarked. He noticed the glint in Owen's eye and quickly repaired his statement. "I can't prove it right now because I'm so tired. Which is a total bummer, right?" He smiled sheepishly at his younger brother and father, who saw right through his bullshit.

"Ha. You are so delicate, you must be getting old." TK pointed at Buck as he laughed. Owen crossed his arms over his chest with an affronted look on his face.