training wheels. // evan 'buck' buckley

xxvii. finish what we started (m.)

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explicit content ahead!
complete filth. pure smut. minors dni

the night had settled into a quiet calm by the time i made it back to my apartment. i'd replayed the events at the station over and over in my mind, the lingering tension from the gym still buzzing under my skin. even after buck had left for his call, i couldn’t shake the feeling of his touch, the way our banter had flirted dangerously close to something more.

i had barely kicked off my shoes when there was a knock on the door. my heart skipped a beat, an electric current running through me as i instinctively knew who it was.

buck.

i hesitated for only a second before moving to the door, my pulse quickening with every step. when i opened it, there he stood, still in his uniform, looking just as smug as he had in the gym, but with something else in his eyes now - something darker, more determined.

"hey," he said, his voice low and rough, as if it had been a long night, but there was something else layered underneath it.

"hey yourself," i replied, leaning against the doorframe, trying to keep my cool even though my heart was racing. "you’re here late."

buck shrugged, his lips curling into that familiar, teasing grin. "had to see you before i headed home." he stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face, lingering just a bit too long. "i was thinking we should finish what we started."

my breath hitched, the implication in his voice sending a thrill through me. i raised an eyebrow, trying to keep up the playful banter we always seemed to fall into, but there was an edge to it now - something that wasn’t there before. "oh? and what exactly did we start?"

buck leaned in slightly, close enough that i could feel the heat radiating off him, his voice dropping even lower. "i think you know." his gaze flicked down to my lips for just a second before meeting my eyes again, the intensity between us palpable.

i swallowed, the air between us thick with anticipation. i knew exactly what he meant, and the part of my that had been dancing around this for weeks was finally ready to stop. i stepped aside, wordlessly inviting him in.

buck crossed the threshold without hesitation, his presence filling the space as he closed the door behind him. the quiet click of the door shutting felt like a final step across a line we'd been tiptoeing around for far too long.

as he turned to face me, i felt the weight of the moment settle over us. this was it. no more flirting around the edges, no more holding back. i could see it in his eyes - the same look from the gym, but now it was completely unguarded. he wasn’t teasing anymore.

"so," i said, my voice a little softer now, "you wanna finish this?"

buck’s smirk faded, replaced by something much more serious, much more intent. he stepped closer until there was barely any space left between us, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair away from my face. "yeah," he murmured, his thumb grazing my cheek. "i do."

my breath caught in my throat as his hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me just close enough that our foreheads nearly touched. buck’s voice was barely above a whisper now, his breath warm against my skin.

"tell me you want this too."

my heart pounded in my chest, but there was no hesitation, no doubt. i didn’t need to think about it anymore. i met his eyes, my voice steady as i replied, "i do."

that was all the encouragement buck needed. he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that was anything but tentative, his hands pulling me flush against him as the last bit of space between us disappeared.