training wheels. // evan 'buck' buckley

xxx. more than just a workout (m.)

tw:
this chapter contains pure smut.
definitely not to make up for the absolutely trauma i'm about to put you guys through..
minors dni.

it had been a few days since buck’s playful proposition about the gym, and i hadn't been able to shake it from my mind. i'd brushed it off with my usual wit at the time, but buck had a way of getting under my skin - his teasing, his smirks, the way his eyes lit up like he knew something i didn’t. it was irritating... and maybe a little intriguing.

buck hadn’t let up either. he’d been throwing suggestive comments my way, hovering just a little too close during shifts, offering to "help" with things i clearly didn’t need help with. he was relentless, and now i found myself in a situation where maybe, just maybe, i was curious enough to take him up on his offer.

it was late afternoon, and most of the crew was either out or winding down after a long day. i found buck in the rec room, lazily flipping through channels, his legs sprawled out as if he had no care in the world. but as soon as i walked in, his eyes were on me, that signature grin already spreading across his face.

“well, well, if it isn’t my favorite dispatcher,” buck drawled, sitting up with exaggerated interest. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

i crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on my lips. "you still up for that gym session?"

for a moment, buck looked genuinely surprised. his eyes flickered with something unreadable before that familiar cocky grin returned, broader this time. “oh, now we’re talking. thought you'd never ask.”

“figured i’d see if you can actually back up all that talk," i replied, my tone light, though my heart thudded in my chest a little quicker than usual.

buck stood up, his eyes glinting with playful intent. “i’m always up for a challenge. you sure you’re ready for this?”

i rolled my eyes, brushing past him as i headed toward the gym. “don’t get ahead of yourself. i’m pretty sure i can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“is that right?” buck’s voice was closer now, right behind me as he followed.

we entered the firehouse gym, which was thankfully empty. buck flicked on the lights, and the room brightened with a low hum. the equipment gleamed, and the space smelled faintly of sweat and rubber. i had been in here a few times before but usually during downtime, never with the express purpose of engaging in whatever game buck had planned.

“so,” buck began, tossing a towel over his shoulder as he looked me over with a grin, “what’s the game plan, boss?”

i quirked an eyebrow. “aren’t you supposed to be the one with the grand ideas?”

buck chuckled, stepping a little closer than necessary, his eyes never leaving mine. “i thought i’d start by showing you a few things. you know, give you some pointers. make sure your form’s just right.”

his words were loaded with something more, and i knew exactly where this was going. but instead of backing away, i squared my shoulders and tilted my chin up defiantly. “let’s see what you’ve got, buck.”

he didn’t need any more encouragement. grabbing a set of light dumbbells, buck motioned for me to follow his lead. “let’s start with something simple,” he said, positioning himself beside me, just a little too close, his arm brushing mine as he demonstrated a move. “keep your back straight. don’t want you pulling anything.”

his tone was playful, but the way his hands moved to my lower back was all buck - teasing and a bit too familiar. he gently adjusted my posture, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. my breath hitched slightly, but i masked it with a casual shrug, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how his touch affected me.