Ready Made Relationship

Restrained and Pretending not to be Pained

They hadn't been able to get anything out of Buck about his 'minor breakdown', so after they ate dinner together on his bed, the three other men left him be for a time.

Buck was glad for it because he knew that they hadn't gone far, TK would never leave without saying goodbye because he knew that was a huge trigger for him and Owen wouldn't dream of leaving him alone. Especially not now.

He wasn't alone for long, though.

Two sets of footsteps came along the hall outside his room. One was as light and dainty as a ballerina, and the other was hard and heavy like a workman coming home from a long day.

Buck knew instinctively who they belonged to.

"What's up, Judd? Hi, Grace!" He smiled as they entered, both smiling back at him in greeting. He saluted them from where he lay prone on the bed. "Typically, I would offer my seat to the lady, but..." Buck lifted the blankets to show Judd and Grace where Owen and TK had used spare sheets to tie him down to the mattress at his waist, knees, and ankles so he wouldn't go anywhere. "So, I'm afraid you'll have to grab a seat or join me." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the pair.

"Well," Judd's accent thickened ridiculously as his voice deepened. His hands squeezed Grace's hips hard, causing her to lean back against him. "If you're happy with us taking up both sides of the bed. Grace and I do enjoy a good sandwich, after all." His voice was practically a hum, and it thumped through Buck's being setting his nerve endings on fire.

He squirmed on the bed and pulled the blankets up to his chin in an attempt to get rid of the strange jittery feelings that had overwhelmed his body.

"You can do whatever you want." Buck meant it as a joke, but it sounded just a little too desperate, and he found himself wondering what was happening to him where these two were concerned. Buck had never acted so submissive. It was totally new to him. Buck had always considered himself the dominant party in his relationships, the one helping his partner to feel good and not really expecting anything in return, but he found himself surprisingly unbothered by the thought of being submissive for the couple who were now climbing into bed on either side of him.

Grace curled daintily around his busted shoulder and rested her head against his neck, which Buck found surprisingly comfortable. Judd pressed up against his right side. One arm cradled Buck's head, and the other wrapped over his torso just above where he was tied down at the waist.

"This is nice." Buck hummed, gleefully.

"Glad to hear it because I'm pretty comfy here, and I don't intend to move any time soon." Judd grunted as he pressed his face into Buck's soft curls. "How 'bout you, wife?"

"Better get comfortable, Buck baby, 'cause I'm moving in." Grace mumbled, sighing deeply. Buck shivered as her warm breath blew down his shirt.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Buck scoffed, jokingly. "You came over here to use me as a damn pillow!"

"A pillow is only one of many things we would like to use you as, tiny, but that's not why we're here, we came to see how you were doing, little smart ass." Judd huffed, one of his large hands leaving a stinging slap on Buck's thigh just below where his boxer shorts ended.

"Ow, dude," Buck whined, squirming closer to Grace so he could be slightly further away from Judd and his hands. Judd followed after him, wrapping his right arm around Buck's neck loosely to hold him still and the other arm over his waist to pin him down.

Buck froze, his body stiff as a board whilst he decided if he felt safe enough to relax or not, not noticing the couple watching his facial expressions, which clearly depicted his thoughts. There was nothing particularly dangerous about the situation, but Buck was unsettled by it all the same.