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The knock on Sal’s door was so quiet that Sal wasn’t sure he’d actually heard something. He had to check the doorbell camera, going to the front door once he saw Buck on his doorstep. He opened the door, raising an eyebrow at the man on his porch.
“What’s up, Buck?” Sal asked, taking in the sight of the other man. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie that was obviously Tommy’s, a backpack in his hand. “Is everything okay?”
Buck nodded. “I’m okay. Can I come in?”
Sal opened the door further, letting Buck in past him. “What’s going on?”
Buck set his backpack on the couch, sighing heavily. “Tommy’s shift got extended, so I’m here to bother you. What are you doing?”
“I’m making dinner. I made lasagna. Have you eaten?”
“I’m not hungry. Thanks.”
Sal shook his head, watching Buck settle on the couch. “If you’re here, you’re going to take a bite, unless that’ll make you sick.”
Buck’s blue eyes narrowed a little. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh good, I’m glad you’re being a brat. I’ve been in the mood to spank someone lately.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll take a bite,” Buck relented, shaking out the blanket that Sal kept on the end of the couch.
“Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Do you want a beer or some wine?”
Buck considered the options, humming a little. “Wine, please.”
Sal went into the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine for Buck. He brought his own glass into the living room with him, sitting on the couch next to Buck. He offered the glass to the other man, throwing his arm across the back of the couch behind Buck.
Buck took the glass and took a sip, leaning against Sal’s side. “Thank you.”
“So Tommy’s shift got extended and you decided to come here?”
“Date night got cancelled because of the shift.” Buck took a big gulp of the wine, frowning a little.
“So that’s why you’re all sour. I’ll be your stand-in, I even have a homemade dinner.” Buck finished his glass of wine in two more swallows, Sal’s eyebrow raising. Buck shook the glass at him with a smile.
“Can I have some more?”
Sal handed his glass to Buck, taking the empty one. “You can finish mine. Then no more until after you eat. Deal?”
Buck nodded, already sipping on Sal’s glass. Sal set the empty glass on the coffee table, wrapping his arm around Buck’s shoulders. “I’m sorry your date night got fucked with, Buck. You can stay here until Tommy gets off.”
Buck snuggled up under Sal’s arm, sighing. “Thank you.” Buck swirled the wine in his glass, watching it spin. “I might have to spend the night. He didn’t know how long the shift was going to go over.”
Sal pressed a kiss to Buck’s temple. “I’ve got a spare room.”
“Fuck off, I wanna sleep in your bed,” Buck whined, taking a long sip of his drink. Sal rolled his eyes.
“Not if you’re gonna talk to me like that. I’ll tuck your ass in the spare bedroom.”
“You have to at least give me a goodnight kiss or Tommy will be mad at you. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t get a hello kiss.”
“You’re expecting kisses all the time now?”
Buck nodded. “I deserve them.”
Sal leaned in and pressed their lips together gently, tasting the wine on Buck’s lips. He slipped his hand behind Buck’s head, threading his fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He scratched his nails at Buck’s scalp a few times, pulling back.
Buck grinned, finishing the second glass of wine in a gulp, leaning forward to set the glass on the coffee table. Sal pulled him close after, leaning against the arm of the couch. “C’mere. Something’s off with you. Talk to me, Buck.”
“I’m just sad about date night.” Buck nuzzled his nose against Sal’s shoulder, settling against the older man. “I miss Daddy-- Tommy.”
Sal’s head cocked to the side. “Evan, are you feeling a little squishy?” ‘Squishy’ was the term that Tommy had used a few times when he was talking about Buck’s regressed tendencies. Buck apparently wasn’t the biggest fan of the term ‘little’.
Buck shrugged slightly, resting his cheek against Sal’s chest. He inhaled the comforting scent of Sal’s warm cologne, humming softly. “No.”
“Are you lying to me right now?”
Buck shushed him, rubbing his cheek against Sal’s chest. “I wanna cuddle.”
“Don’t ‘shh’ me, kid,” Sal groused, rubbing his hand along Buck’s spine. “Are you squishy?” Sal asked again, firmer this time. “You know I don’t mind if you are.”
Buck whined softly. “Maybe a little bit.”
“I am a little upset that you just chugged two glasses of wine when you’re squishy, but we’ll deal with that later. I want you to try to eat and you’re definitely drinking some water with dinner. Understand?”
“You’re no fun. Let me have fun,” Buck complained, eyes closing. Sal tucked his fingers under the waistband of Buck’s sweats, massaging at his tailbone. “Feels good.”
Sal snapped his waistband lightly. “We need to go into the kitchen to check on dinner.”
Buck kicked his feet a little. “No.”
“You can lay here,” Sal told him, sliding out from underneath Buck. The younger man pillowed his cheek on his stacked arms, shooting a pout at Sal. “I’m going to check on dinner.”
Sal went into the kitchen while Buck lounged on the couch. He got the lasagna out of the oven and made two plates, setting them at his dining table with two glasses of water. He walked back into the living room to find Buck on the couch with James, his backpack open on the floor.
“Come eat, Buck. You need some food after all that wine.”
“Can James come?”
“He can even have his own chair at the table.”
Buck rolled off the couch and onto his feet, tucking James under his arm. Sal led the way to the dining room, pulling Buck’s chair out for him. Buck sat down, settling James in the chair next to him. Sal sat across from him, crossing their ankles under the table.
Buck started eating immediately, the wine making him hungry. His thoughts were starting to bob along in his mind, tipsy from the wine. “This is good,” he told Sal around a mouthful, all but shoveling the lasagna in his mouth.
“Slow down. There’s more in the kitchen if you’re still hungry after that piece.”
Buck slowed down as asked, wiggling his foot against Sal’s under the table. They ate in comfortable silence, Buck finishing his plate and his glass of water. He felt less tipsy already after the food and water.
Buck yawned a little, stretching his arms out over his head. “Can we lay down and cuddle?”
Sal nodded, standing up. He took both their plates into the kitchen and set them in the sink to deal with later. Buck made his way to Sal’s bedroom with James, stretching out on top of the comforter. Sal came into the room a minute later.
“You don’t want to get under the covers?” Sal asked, pulling his shirt off. He took his pants off next, staying in his underwear. “Or get comfortable at all?”
“Do you have fuzzy socks?” Buck asked, muffled by the pillow his face was stuffed in.
“I don’t have any fuzzy socks. I’ll buy some for you to keep here, how’s that sound?” Sal asked, sitting on the bed next to Buck.
Buck nodded, rolling over to look at Sal. “Yes, please.”
Sal pulled the comforter out from under Buck, shaking it out so they could lay under it. Buck scooted closer, bringing James with him. Sal wrapped his arm around Buck’s shoulders, hugging him. Buck situated himself so that his head was pillowed on Sal’s chest, James tucked against Sal’s other side.
Sal pressed a kiss to Buck’s forehead. “Get some rest.”
Buck settled in for their nap, letting himself drift off.
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Buck woke up with a groan, rubbing his face against his pillow, which turned out to be a pectoral. There were fingers running through his hair gently. Buck hummed a little, lifting his head to look up at the other man. “Hi.”
“Hi, sleepy. You’ve been out for about an hour. How are you feeling?”
“Not tipsy. Still squishy,” Buck mumbled, snuggling in a little.
“Good. Glad you slept off the wine… that you shouldn’t have drank. Why did you hide that you were feeling the way you were feeling?”
“I thought I could make it go away.”
“You don’t have to do that with me, Buck. I know your Daddy wouldn’t like that you did that.” Buck whined a little, patting around for Sal’s hand to hold. Sal entwined their fingers and settled their hands on his stomach, looking down at the man on his chest. “I’m not thrilled that you hid it and drank.”
“You’re gonna spank me?” Buck guessed, a pout in his tone and on his face.
“No, I’m gonna use some capsaicin cream on your ass instead.”
“What’s that do?”
“Remember the ginger?”
Buck squirmed immediately. “No, don’t want. Don’t want.”
“This doesn’t go inside,” Sal assured, scratching at Buck’s scalp. “It’ll feel like a spanking without having to spank you. It’s a cream I’ll rub on your ass that starts to tingle, then it’ll burn, like the ginger.”
It sounded a lot like Sal was going easy on him, so Buck was quick to agree. He nodded with a little sigh. “Fine.”
“Good boy,” Sal told him, untangling their fingers. “Roll on your stomach. Tuck a pillow or two under your hips. I’ll be right back.” Buck rolled off of Sal, arranging the pillows in the middle of the bed so that he could lay over them. Sal went into the bathroom, going to his medicine cabinet.
He pulled the tube of capsaicin cream from the shelf it was on, opening the cabinet under the sink next. He grabbed a pair of blue medical gloves and closed the cabinet, going back into the bedroom.
Buck was lying over the pillows like Sal had asked him to, sweats-covered ass in the air. Sal walked to the bed, putting on the gloves. Buck jumped at the snap of the gloves, looking over his shoulder to see what Sal was doing.
“Gloves?”
“I don’t want my hand to burn,” Sal explained, setting the tube on the bed. He pulled Buck’s sweats and underwear down over his ass in one go, settling them at the middle of his thighs. Buck squirmed a little, his ass wiggling from side to side.
Sal opened the tube of cream and squeezed some out onto a few fingers generously, sitting on the edge of the bed. He smeared the cream over Buck’s ass, completely coating the bare skin in the white cream. Buck squirmed a little more, whining softly.
Sal made sure to cover the tops of Buck’s thighs too, where he’d focus smacks at the end of a spanking. Sal took his time rubbing the cream in, like he was doing lotion on a well-spanked ass after a punishment.
The tingle started after a moment, Buck taking a deep breath to prepare himself. “Don’t move yet, Buck.” Sal took the gloves off inside out, taking them and the tube of cream back into the bathroom. He threw the gloves away and put the tube back where it had been before washing his hands thoroughly as a precaution.
He walked back into the bedroom, watching Buck for a moment. The younger man was still wiggling around a little over the pillows, his pale ass already starting to turn a delicate pink. Sal sat on the bed by Buck’s hip again, rubbing his back under his hoodie. “I should take a picture of you like this, send it to your Daddy.”
Buck whined softly, shaking his head. “No.”
Sal pulled Buck’s underwear and sweats back over his ass, patting it gently once his clothes were settled. “All done.”
“All done?” Buck repeated, suspicious. The tingle was slowly building but it wasn’t anything crazy. He pushed up onto his knees, shoving the pillows back to the top of the bed so that he could lay down again. Sal snagged James from the other side of the bed and offered him to Buck, smirking a little.
“All done. Do you want to be held?”
Buck nodded, scooting over for Sal to lie down next to him. Sal sat up against the pillows, pulling Buck close under his arm. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and turned on the TV with his remote app, scrolling through the tiles until he got to Disney’s.
Buck snuggled in, holding onto James. The tingle was building into a light burn, but it was nothing that Buck couldn’t handle. He felt like he was getting off easy, which was weird with Sal, but he wasn’t going to point it out.
Sal put a movie on and settled in with Buck to watch it. Buck’s hips started wiggling a few minutes into the movie, a whine leaving his throat. Sal looked down at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “It peaks at about twenty minutes and stays there for a little while.”
Buck squeezed James into a tight hug, frowning. The burning sensation was building on the skin of his ass, the heat getting trapped by the fabric of his clothes and being pressed against the mattress. A few more minutes passed before Buck couldn’t take anymore, sliding down the bed so that he could lie on his belly. He tucked his face against James, whining loudly.
“Sal. Burns.”
“I know it does.”
“Want my pants off,” Buck mumbled, pushing at his waistband.
“You can take your pants off, but the boxers need to stay.”
“No, that’s mean.”
“It’s to keep the cream where I put it, instead of letting it transfer to the sheets and get onto other places besides your ass,” Sal explained, sitting up to help Buck get his sweatpants off. He looked adorable in a hoodie that was too big and his boxers, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout.
“Mean,” he repeated, settling on his stomach again, face pressed against James’ belly. “I want Daddy.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Buck went quiet for a moment, breaking his silence with a quiet gasp. “Ah, oh, Sal,” Buck started, looking up at the older man. “It won’t stop building.”
“It will. Probably another ten or so minutes before it peaks.”
Sal slid down the bed, pulling Buck up to rest his head on his chest. “C’mere,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around Buck’s middle. Buck settled the stuffed elephant on Sal’s other side, holding onto a limb.
The older man could tell when the burn hit its highest point, Buck’s breathing going uneven. He whimpered, reaching back to press a hand against his burning skin. He could feel the heat through his boxers, a whine leaving his throat.
“Can we wipe it off now?” Buck asked, squirming on the mattress.
“Nope, it doesn’t get wiped off. Gotta let it soak in. Besides, it’s a hydrophobic solution, it doesn’t just rinse off.”
“You tricked me,” Buck accused, sniffling softly. “You didn’t say it would hurt like this.”
“Evan, it was in place of a spanking. Did you think it would just tickle a little?”
“You didn’t tell me,” he repeated, tears burning in his blue eyes. The burn of his ass was becoming all-encompassing, like the burn after a mean spanking. It was all Buck could focus on, squeezing James’ foot in his hand tightly.
“I told you that it would burn like the ginger, just not inside of you.”
Buck felt sweat prickling at his spine, panting softly. He wiggled out of the hoodie without applying any pressure to his ass, a soft sob hitching in his throat. Sal pulled him close again, rubbing his back gently.
Buck gave in to the urge to cry, tears slipping down his cheeks and onto Sal’s bare chest. He sobbed quietly, not holding back on the urge to squirm and writhe either. Sal held him through it, hand never stopping on his back. “You’re okay,” he soothed, petting Buck’s curls back from his forehead. He was slightly damp with sweat, face flushed from crying.
“Hurts,” Buck whimpered, pressing his face against Sal’s chest, slick with his tears and sweat. Sal didn’t care about the wetness, running his fingers through Buck’s hair.
“Next time you’re feeling squishy, I want you to tell me, not try to hide it. You don’t have to hide it with me, understand?”
Buck nodded, sniffling sharply. Sal pressed a kiss to the top of Buck’s head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. Buck reached back and felt his ass, whining. “It’s getting hotter.”
Sal’s phone rang on the nightstand, Tommy’s face coming on the screen. Sal picked it up and answered the call. “Sal’s Buck-sitting services.”
Tommy exhaled with relief. “So he’s with you?”
“Well yeah. He didn’t tell you that he came over?”
“No, he didn’t. No text, no note, and he’s not answering my messages or calls.”
Buck wiggled a little, able to hear Tommy on Sal’s phone with how close they were. “My phone’s in my backpack ‘cuz those sweats don’t have pockets,” he mumbled, sniffling. He wiped at his eyes with his knuckles.
“He said his phone’s in his bag because his pants didn’t have pockets,” Sal said into the phone, setting it on his stomach. He put it on speaker, raising an eyebrow at Buck. “Why didn’t you tell your Daddy that you’re here?”
“I just forgot. Doesn’t matter anyways, he’s not home.”
“I just got home, Evan. To an empty house with your car in the driveway, and you wouldn’t answer your phone. Do you understand why that worried me?”
“Yeah,” Buck muttered, squeezing James’ foot. “‘m sorry, Daddy.”
Tommy sighed, more of a relieved exhale. “Are you squishy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, okay? I love you, baby.”
“Okay,” Buck whispered, biting back a whimper. “I love you too.”
The phone beeped as Sal ended the call, sighing. “I figured you’d told him where you were.” Buck shrugged, sniffling a few times. The burn was steady now, still intense and painful, but no longer growing. “You should always let him know if you’re leaving the house so he doesn’t worry about you. Especially when you’re like this.”
“I won’t do it again,” Buck said, pulling James in for a hug. He was calming down now, despite the lingering burn on his ass. It felt like Sal had spanked him long and hard and was done now, the sting settling into the skin.
“Good boy. Let’s get you dressed, yeah?”
Buck nodded, slowly rolling off Sal’s bed and onto his feet. Sal got up too, stooping down to grab Buck’s sweatpants from the floor and help him back into them. Buck’s hands rested on Sal’s wide shoulders for balance as he stepped into the sweats, shifting his weight a little as the older man pulled the waistband up and over his ass. He grabbed James off the bed and hugged him to his chest.
Sal grabbed Buck’s hoodie from the bed and offered his hand, leading Buck into the living room once he took it. Buck took the hoodie from Sal once they were in the living room, pulling it on over his head. He laid on the couch on his stomach, unwilling to sit on his burning ass. Sal leaned down and pressed a kiss to Buck’s temple, handing him the remote.
“I’m going to make a plate for Tommy, alright? I’m sure the mook hasn’t eaten yet.”
Buck nodded, using James as a pillow. Sal went into the kitchen and started making a plate for Tommy. Buck clicked around on the TV until he found an episode of Prehistoric Planet to barely pay attention to. Buck sniffed softly, settling into the couch.
Sal came back with a plate of lasagna and cutlery, leaving the steaming plate on the coffee table. He looked at Buck lounging and smiled a little, fond. “Lift up, rest your head on my lap,” Sal told him, waiting until he lifted to slide onto the couch underneath Buck’s head. Buck turned on his side and nuzzled his cheek against Sal’s firm thigh, pulling James to his chest instead of using him as a pillow.
Sal rested his fingers in Buck’s curls, scratching at his scalp lightly. “What’s this episode about?”
“Ocean dinosaurs. That’s a Phosphorosaurus.”
Sal hummed, twirling Buck’s hair slowly. They watched for a few minutes in silence until Tommy opened the front door. Tommy made a beeline for the couch, squatting down to get face to face with Buck.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Tommy greeted softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Tommy’s brows furrowed as he looked at his boyfriend. “Have you been crying?”
Buck nodded, rubbing at his eyes. “Sal needs fuzzy socks and baby wipes for my face.”
Tommy stood up, looking at Sal. “What’d you do to my baby?”
“Why’s it gotta be something I did?” Sal protested lightly, fingers still running through Buck’s curls. “He hid that he was squishy and downed two glasses of wine before I could figure it out. So I put some capsaicin cream on his ass after our little nap.”
“Evan,” Tommy chided softly.
“I was sad that date night got cancelled,” he explained, rubbing his face against Sal’s thigh. “So I came over here.”
“That plate’s for you,” Sal said, nodding toward the plate on the coffee table.
“Thanks, Sal. I haven’t eaten yet. Looks great.”
Buck pushed himself up on the couch, crawling into Sal’s lap to give Tommy space to sit on the couch. Tommy took a seat as Buck situated himself on Sal’s lap, facing Tommy. He squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable.
Tommy grabbed the plate and took a bite, groaning a little. “You shouldn’t be able to cook this well, but I’m not complaining. So, baby, you came over here to hang out with Sal and decided to drink wine?”
Buck nodded, leaning against Sal’s chest. “Then we had dinner and took a nap. And then the cream, which is very hot and burns a lot and I don’t like it at all.”
“You aren’t supposed to like it,” Tommy said, taking another bite of lasagna. “Did you thank him for the punishment?”
Buck wiggled his hips, the burn increasing because of the pressure of sitting on Sal’s lap. “No,” he sighed. “Thank you,” he told Sal softly, pouting a little.
Sal started rubbing Buck’s back, holding in a chuckle. “You’re not going to get comfortable, Buck, you’re just grinding on my dick at this point.”
Buck whined a little, settling down. Sal wrapped his arm around Buck’s middle, holding him close.
“Thanks for taking care of my baby while I was held up,” Tommy said, smiling. “I’m glad he’s comfortable with you.” Buck stretched his legs out, setting his feet on Tommy’s lap.
“Am I in trouble?”
“You will be if you do it again. Understand me, baby?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Buck nodded. “I won’t do it again.”
“That’s my good boy.”