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This is it.
His boyfriend hates him.
Buck was beside himself, leg bouncing as he clicked through the television channels, not finding anything that peaked his interest. He landed on something random, not caring about what was actually being played.
And sure, Tommy had told Buck in advance that he wanted to spend some time reading and had asked him not to bother him. And because Buck loves him, of course he’s going to give him the space he asks for.
Buck’s eyes kept flicking back down the corridor towards their bedroom, the show playing as background noise to his main dilemma.
Tommy hates him.
And don’t come at him, he’s well aware that he’s being dramatic. Wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly won’t be the last.
Buck scooched towards the end of the couch, slowly inching himself closer to where he would much rather be- wrapped up in Tommy's arms. They didn't even have to talk. Tommy could still read his book in peace.
He frowned as he remembered the last time Tommy wanted to read, and Buck promised he could be quiet, which ended in Tommy not reading and a two hour conversation about bees.
Tommy was probably curled up, reading lamp beside him and the lights turned dimmed. He looked around, pursing his lips once he realized his heated blanket was missing from its spot on the couch. He narrowed his eyes towards the bedroom.
Fuck it. It's a sign.
He stood, trying to not make so much noise so he didn't interrupt Tommy’s reading completely. He creaked open the bedroom door, wincing as it screeched and peaked his head through the open crack.
Tommy was sprawled out on the bed, propped up on the headrest, pretending to barely register Buck’s sudden appearance. Buck pushed the door open to let himself in, and shut it quietly behind him. He smiled, shuffling towards the bed and crawling onto the edge.
Tommy glanced up from his book, smiling lazily at him, letting out an exaggerated sigh. As if he was waiting for him. He outreached one arm and Buck crawled so that he was laying on top of him, shuffling around until the heated blanket was covering him as well. Tommy huffed as he rolled, elbowing him in the stomach.
“Sorry,” He mumbled, finally settling in.
“All good.” He wrapped his arm around him and squeezed. “I thought I said I was reading though.” It was a tease, and Buck knew that, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Yeah, but then I realized you stole my heated blanket and took great offense to that.”
“Oh yeah? I thought it was our blanket?” Tommy ran a hand through his hair, book still in one hand, holding the page open to where he had left off.
“Technicalities.” Buck mumbled against his body, the warmth from Tommy and the warmth from the blanket threatening to shut his eyes completely. Tommy adjusted them both, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of his head. He hummed, eyes resting- for just a moment and he felt as Tommy placed the book on top of his back now, and could hear the flipping of a page.
“Mhm, enjoy your reading.” He chuckled, before sleep took him completely.