[Fanfic] Cheese with a Side of Twin

[shuufleur93]

Title: Cheese with a Side of Twin
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV), S.W.A.T. (TV 2017)
Word Count: 3850
Type: OS
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Ravi Panikkar
Additional Tags: Pining, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Incest, No Incest, Post-Break Up, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tommy Kinard & Donovan Rocker Are Twins
Summary: After a rather boring but strangely exhausting shift, Ravi and Buck go to a bar. They stumble upon Tommy and… Tommy?! Buck is bamboozled. Rocker is having too much fun, and Tommy sighs a lot.
(Ravi may be fascinated by a threesome with twins.)
Notes: Wrote this fic for Ficwip 5K challenge!
AO3 Link: Cheese with a Side of Twin

“Fucking finally,” Buck sighed when they entered the bar.

Ravi returned the smile, though he seemed less enthusiastic than Buck. He did look tired and Buck felt a little guilty for convincing him to come out tonight. But then again, he could have refused.

Buck slung his arm around Ravi’s shoulders.

“Come on, let’s find a table.”

They made their way into the packed bar, trying to spot a free table, or at the very least two empty seats they could borrow. The warm air was filled with music, conversations, and laughter, almost overwhelming after a long, dreary week. Buck rubbed his hand against his forehead when a drop of sweat ran down his forehead.

Ravi grabbed his arm and pointed at a table that still had empty glasses but also empty chairs. They hurried to stake their claim, and to make sure nobody would steal their spot, Buck suggested Ravi stayed there while he went to buy the first round of drinks. Too many people separated him from the bartender, so Buck got crafty and slipped in as discreetly as possible. The last thing he needed was getting into a fight with a random person. The few people who noticed it didn’t seem to care.

A gap finally opened near the bartender and Buck seized the opportunity. He inadvertently bumped into a guy nearby. He turned to apologize with his most polite smile, which widened when he recognized the man.

“Tommy! I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

He looked good, Buck decided, letting his eyes wander. The simple black T-shirt tightened perfectly across his chest and showed off his muscled arms. His jeans clung to his butt like nobody’s business. So maybe Buck smiled a little too big and got a little too close because when Tommy twisted his head to look at it, he frowned. His gaze was assessing him from head to toe, but there was nothing friendly about it. Worse, it felt cold and condescending.

“You’re here with the guys?” Buck asked, stepping back, chastened.

Tommy didn’t say anything, his eyes sliding to the bartender when he put two pints of beer on the bar. Buck couldn’t repress his jealousy at the thought that Tommy might be on a date tonight and unhappy to see him.

Tommy paid for the drinks, grabbed the pints and disappeared into the crowd, ignoring Buck completely. Confused and more than a little hurt, Buck considered going after him to ask him what the fuck was that. He’d thought they were past the weird post-breakup tension. The last time they saw each other, they parted amicably. Or at least, that was what Buck thought.

The bartender grabbed Buck’s attention and asked him what he wanted to order. When he got the beer, he high-tailed to their table.

“Tommy’s here,” he announced, his voice sharper than he intended. He put down both pints on the table a bit too suddenly, splashing some beer on his hands.

Ravi eyed him with a flash of pity. Buck hated seeing it.

“Oh, yeah? I should probably say hi.”

Buck scowls.

“Probably not. He blew me off.”

“What do you mean? He didn’t see you?” Ravi asked, adorably confused, sipping his beer.

“Oh, he saw me alright. I talked to him. He just looked at me and left.”

Buck chuckled, but there was no joy in his laugh. He was gratified to see Ravi looking as offended as he felt.

“Well, let’s forget him, uh? We didn’t come here for Mr. I’m-Too-Good-For-You.”

Buck grinned and lifted his glass in thanks before taking a sip. Forty-five minutes later, and a second pint well on its way to the halfway mark, Buck had to apologize and go to the bathroom.

Thankfully, the queue for the men’s room wasn’t too long and he got in quickly. After relieving himself, he went to the sink to wash his hands. At the same moment, Tommy entered the bathroom. Before Buck could decide if he should hide, Tommy noticed him immediately and came to see him.

“Buck! Fancy meeting you here,” Tommy with a smile, the one Buck loved to see. “You here with Ravi?”

“Uh, yeah,” Buck replied, slowly, slightly taken aback by Tommy’s one-eighty in attitude towards him. And then it hit him; not only was Tommy friendlier, but he had also changed. Instead of the tight black T-shirt from earlier, he was now wearing one of his colorful shirts slightly too big for his frame—which was quite a feat to achieve.

“Did you change?” Buck asked.

Tommy snorted. “What? No. Why do you ask that?”

Buck shrugged and started to wonder if he had just hallucinated the first Tommy. Maybe he’d tried to flirt with some poor guy who didn’t want anything to do with him and strangely looked exactly like Tommy.

“Never mind. It’s good seeing you.”

Tommy smiled again, making Buck’s heart skip.

“Yeah, it is! Hmm, sorry, I need to…” Tommy gestured towards the urinals with a bashful expression. Buck pushed himself away, mouthing a sorry. Eyes crinkling, Tommy said, “Let’s catch up after, yeah?”

He nodded and left the bathroom. Ravi wasn’t at their table when Buck came back, but thankfully, nobody had the good sense to take it. A couple of minutes later, Ravi suddenly surged through a couple who threw dirty looks at him. Ravi set down a charcuterie and cheese board on the table, then sat and looked at Buck with a frown.

“I saw Tommy. Or I think I did,” he started just as Buck spoke, “Food, thank fuck, I’m starving. Wait, you think you saw Tommy?” Buck asked, already putting his hands on those Serrano ham cuts.

Curiouser and curiouser. Was it a collective hallucination?

“It was weird. Like an out of body type of thing weird.”

Ravi shrugged as if he didn’t know how to explain it.

“Right? I mean, it’s like night and day. The good Tommy and—”

“And his evil twin?”

Ravi munched on a piece of Brie like he hadn’t completely shattered Buck’s world.

“Fuck. Do you think?”

But it wasn’t possible. Tommy never told him he had a twin. He did, however, mention a brother a couple of times, but nothing about having a twin. Granted, Buck never met him, and then they broke up, so that left the whole “meeting the family” kind of dead in the water.

As Ravi and Buck exchanged their theories (Hallucinations? Clones? Doubles? A weird type of amnesia? Magic spell?), they ate half of their board and drank all their beers, so another round was in order.

Since Ravi had paid for the board, Buck was up next. The bar was less crowded than before, so Buck ordered their drinks quickly. As he paid, somebody brushed his back, making him turn around.

Tommy smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, sending shivers along Buck’s spine, “It seems we’re on the same schedule.”

He was wearing the same shirt as in the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah,” Buck replied, suddenly feeling a little warm, and not because he would be on his third or fourth beer.

Another bartender took Tommy’s order and Buck waited with him, now reluctant to leave. He was telling himself he was only being polite, but really, he just wanted to stay by Tommy’s side. Once again, two pints were given to Tommy. Jealousy twisted Buck’s stomach. He wanted to ask if he was with someone tonight, but his mouth didn’t obey him and stayed closed. After all, he didn’t really have the right to ask.

“Later, Buck.” Tommy winked, leaving Buck almost in agony at the bar.

“After this one, I think I’m just gonna go home,” Buck warned Ravi, back at their table with their drinks.

“Yeah, I just saw Tommy leave. Real intense.”

Buck tried not to think about why Ravi thought Buck wouldn’t stay if Tommy was gone, but also, what?

“What do you mean he left? He was just at the bar buying another drink.”

“Are you sure?”

Buck didn’t like the doubt in Ravi’s voice and told him what he thought about it with a middle finger.

“I know what I saw,” Ravi grumbled, crossing his arms.

“And I know who I’ve talked to.”

Both men stared at each other in a battle that didn’t even last fifteen seconds.

“There’s only one way to settle this,” Ravi said with a glint of competition Buck rarely saw. Ravi wasn’t really the type to make everything into a dare or a competition, contrary to Buck, but lately, he seemed much more at ease with everyone, including Buck’s brand of… well, Buck.

“Alright, what’s your idea?”

“We find Tommy and see which one of us is right.”

“Do you wanna bet?”

Ravi squinted suspiciously. Buck smirked, hoping that the alcohol would make him a little looser and accept the bet.

“What’s your theory and what’s the reward?”

“Tommy’s here with someone.” His throat didn’t close saying that, nope. “And got beer spilled on him.”

Which would explain the change in wardrobe, but not the change in personality.

“I bet it’s an evil twin,” Ravi declared with a thoughtful tone.

Buck couldn’t help it; he burst out laughing.

“That’s your bet?”

The same competitive glint shone in Ravi’s eyes, surprisingly confident, and Buck started to doubt, he did, but he couldn’t back down, even though in the back of his mind, Ravi’s hypothesis seemed more credible than his.

“Alright,” Buck said slowly, “A week of chores for whoever loses.”

Ravi nodded and extended his hand. Buck sealed their bet with a firm handshake then grabbed the last bits of ham and cheese still on the board and followed Ravi. The search for Tommy dragged on and on. A couple of times, men who looked a little too close to Tommy or Tommy bis waylaid Buck (which would support his first theory). After what seemed like hours, Buck was on the verge of giving up and calling the bet off when Ravi suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

“Dude, why did you stop?”

“Buck, look.”

Wide eyes, Ravi pointed his finger in front of him. Buck dutifully followed the finger until he found the thing that made Ravi dumbfounded.

And also the winner of the bet.

“Fuck.”

Despite blinking several times and pinching himself two or three times, Tommy (colorful shirt) was there, laughing. But Tommy (black T-shirt) was also there, scowling. Two Tommies in one place. Not even in his wildest dreams, he had ever seen two Tommies before.

 “I'm dreaming, right? This is some kind of sex dream. Unusual but not unwelcome. Wait, what are you here, then?”

That seemed to snap Ravi out of this weird as fuck not-dream. He turned horrified eyes towards Buck.

“I didn’t need to hear that, Buck,” he replied with a disgusted face.

“Sorry.”

But he wasn’t really, because the enormity of the situation had just started to draw on him, and he really, really didn’t like what it meant and how it made him feel.

“One of the Tommies is looking at us,” Ravi stage whispered, his hand raised to hide the fact he was talking. Buck met the eyes of Black T-shirt Tommy and smiled awkwardly. In return, Tommy scowled and proceeded to ignore him. Again.

“Come on, Ravi, let’s settle this bet.”

He walked straight to the two Tommies. Black T-shirt Tommy noticed him first and checked him out from head to toe—again. Buck ignored the condescending gaze and addressed colorful shirt Tommy instead, “Hey, Tommy!”

This Tommy whipped his head towards him, eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little fear.

“Oh, hey, Buck.”

He smiled a bit awkwardly but didn’t seem to hate Buck’s guts, which confirmed that he was probably the correct Tommy. Black T-shirt Tommy shifted on his feet to face Buck, not out of nervousness but assessment. Buck would even go as far as mildly threatening.

Ravi, mouth half-open, was staring back and forth between the two identical men. In a game of spot the difference, anyone would be struggling to find any.

“Buck?” Black T-shirt Tommy repeated as if the name left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Yes, Buck. That’s me,” he replied with a bit of a snap before turning to Colorful Shirt Tommy and gesturing towards the other Tommy, not really caring if it looked rude, “What is this?”

Colorful Shirt Tommy pressed his lips together, seemingly on the verge to say something unkind to Buck when Black T-shirt Tommy smirked and loomed over him.

“I’m Tommy’s twin, Donovan,” he stated with a condescending tone, “but you can call me Rocker.”

Buck scowled then turned to Tommy.

“I never knew you had a twin.”

The man had the decency to look a bit guilty. Buck couldn’t believe that they dated and he'd never once mentioned his brother was a freaking twin.

“It never really came up.”

Right. It wasn’t like Buck and Tommy hadn’t talked about their families. Tommy knew Maddie, of course, and Buck told him about his parents even though they’d never met. However, Tommy had been secretive about his family, barely revealing anything. Buck had wanted to ask more questions but by the time he got the courage to push a little, Tommy broke up with him, and the topic never came up again.

“You, on the other hand, came up a lot,” Donovan volunteered, “Tommy never wanted us to meet, but I’m starting to understand why.”

Buck bristled at first, his ego taking a hit, but then his brain processed the full sentence and he lost all his fight, his heart taking the hit instead.

 “You never wanted us to meet?”

He didn’t mean to sound so pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He felt Ravi’s hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or upset that his teammate saw his humiliation.

“Donnie, that’s enough!” Tommy growled, furrowing his brows, “Buck, that’s not what I meant.”

Donovan frowned then too, mouth turned down, and crossed his arms on his chest, a stubborn set to his jaw. Tommy sighed.

“Buck, this is my twin brother, Donovan. Sometimes, he doesn’t know when to shut up.” He glared at his brother, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on the man. “Donnie, this is Buck.”

“The ex,” Donovan added with a smirk, suddenly in a better mood.

Humiliation left its place to irritation. It wasn’t like Donovan scared him. Buck had faced taller, tougher and meaner son of bitches in his SEAL training. Buck fully turned towards Donovan with a challenging look. Donovan reacted the way he hoped he would: he squared his shoulders as if he was preparing for a fight.

“Come on, you two, stop it,” Tommy snapped in a breath, “there’s no need for this bullshit. Seriously, stop.”

Tommy took a deep breath and shook his head while Buck and Donovan continued their stare-down contest.

“Uncanny,” Ravi let out then, breaking the moment. Buck turned to him as Ravi met his eyes.

“Have you ever slept with twins?” Ravi looked stricken when he realized what he had just asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Tommy looked bemused but Donovan narrowed his eyes, his smirk slowly coming back.

“So, have you?” Donovan asked Buck intently, leaning in so close that Buck would be able to kiss him. Tommy’s eyes widened with surprise and alarm.

Buck really wanted to resist and not answer Donovan’s implicit dare, but at his core, Buck was a daredevil. He liked the adrenaline shot, the what-ifs, and the complete trust he had in himself.

Looking into Donovan’s eyes, Buck said to Ravi, “You know I did, Ravi. Multiple times, even.”

Maybe he embellished it a little bit, but no one else needed to know that. Tommy’s face fell slightly at that, and Buck was ready to apologize and take back his words when Donovan leaned back and sneered, a gleeful glint in his eyes, “And the player keeps playing. No wonder Tommy dumped you.”

Donovan leaned back and smirked, making Buck’s hackles rise.

“First of all, that was a long time ago, way before I met Tommy, let alone fallen in love with him.”

His stomach whooped and looped as the words left his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say that. And because he couldn’t stop himself, he barreled on, trying to ignore Tommy’s naked heartbreak on his face, and Donovan’s suspicious look, “Second of all, it was with women. I’ve never tried it with male twins.”

He injected the “yet” in his tone, just to make the brother react. Tommy seemed now to be frozen in some form of horror-filled vision, whereas Donovan’s smirk grew to the point of looking a tad dangerous. Tingles ran down his back, Buck couldn’t decide if those were horny or horror tingles. Probably both.

“Why, you interested Buck?” Donovan asked, emphasizing the “ck” sound, “Tommy and I in the same bed, naked and waiting for you?”

Buck’s mind may have blanked a little at that point because that picture infiltrated into his brain and clawed in. He could absolutely imagine that; he just has to double up Tommy, and—

“Christ, Donnie, no!” Tommy’s cheeks glowed slightly, fiercely gripping his brother’s arm. Buck vaguely worried for Donovan until he snapped out of the fantasy and remembered that Tommy's brother was kind of an asshole.

“Ouch, Tommy, stop gripping me like that.”

Donovan got his arm free and scowled for good measure.

“Need I remind you’re married, not gay AND my brother?”

“It was a joke, Jesus. I’m not going to touch your boyfriend, don’t worry,” Donovan replied, rolling his eyes.

If it was possible, Tommy’s cheeks reddened a bit more. Or the lighting in the bar might have played tricks. Buck looked at Tommy in wonder, trying to hide how much the boyfriend comment got to him. If Tommy’s own brother said that, it must have meant something, right?

Before he could ponder further what all this meant, Tommy sighed and uttered, “Who wants a drink? Because I need one. Or ten.”

He didn’t wait for any replies and headed towards the bar. Buck glared at Donovan, the other man returning the favor. The awkward silence stretched between them for so long—ironic in a crowded bar with music blasting through the speakers—, Buck turned to talk to Ravi. Eyes glazed over, Ravi didn’t seem entirely there. Buck snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. He wasn’t really comfortable staying alone with Tommy’s brother, he needed all the support he could get. Ravi blinked and looked at Buck before addressing Donovan.

“So, uh, what do you as a job?”

A nice, casual question. Donovan’s eyes flickered to Buck, and his smirk returned.

“Metro S.W.A.T. lieutenant and team leader.”

Donovan was watching Buck like a hawk, gauging his reaction. Buck tapped into his tiniest acting skills and kept an uninterested expression. Ravi, on the other hand, gaped.

“Cool,” Ravi commented after remembering to close his mouth. He turned towards Buck with wide eyes, silently begging for him to say something.

Of course, it impressed him, but no way in hell he was going to let Donovan know that. And where the hell had Tommy gone to get the drinks? To Alaska?

“Maybe I should go find Tommy—”

“Or you could leave him alone.”

And here it was again.

“Look, dude, I don’t know what’s your problem is, but—”

“My problem is you, dumbass,” Donovan growled, using his body to loom over Buck. “You hurt Tommy.”

“And he didn’t hurt me?”

Buck was tired of being the bad guy, tired of always getting the asshole role. He didn’t know how much Tommy told his brother, but he suspected that it wasn’t pretty for Buck.

Donovan snorted, with an ugly smile on his lips.

“Right, of course. You’re not at fault.”

“Uh, guys, let’s simmer down?”

Ravi tried to come between them. Buck stopped him. Ravi looked like a twig compared to Donovan, he’d rather not have him take the brunt of whatever might happen between them.

“I leave for barely five minutes, and you’re already looking for a fight, Donnie.” Tommy put the four pints on the table, glaring at his brother. “Can your brain stop being a cop for a moment or is it too difficult for you?”

Donovan glared back at his brother, nostrils flaring. Buck distantly worried about Tommy. He didn’t know Donovan, but he radiated aggression, and being family didn’t suddenly create an exception for violence.

“Stop calling me Donnie,” Donovan growled through gritted teeth.

“I’m not calling you Rocker, Donnie.”

“Or you could just call me Donovan, Tommy.”

The brothers faced each other off, but they were relaxed. Tommy seemed amused, even. For the first time since they’d met, Buck smiled, amused by their antics.

“I think I get the twin thing now,” Ravi mused then, a thoughtful expression on his face. Tommy’s face fell then shook his head.

“I’d rather not think about that, Ravi, please.”

Ravi averted his eyes and took a ship of his beer, cheeks darkening.

“Come on, Tommy,” Donovan cajoled, getting closer to his brother, his fingers brushing Tommy’s shoulder, “it might be fun.”

Tommy blushed furiously and slapped Donovan’s hand. His brother started to snicker, enjoying himself way too much.

“Fuck you, Donnie. And, honestly, fuck you too Ravi and Buck. Why would you say that? You’re just feeding the troll.”

Donovan laughed out loud then.

“You wanted to know why I didn’t want you two to meet?” Tommy asked Buck, looking exhausted. “He’s why. He’s the reason I never let him meet my boyfriends. He makes them run. Or arrests them when he’s in the mood.”

“I’ve never arrested your boyfriends,” Donovan protested, but his smirk told another story. Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Right, of course, you never did.”

“Nope.”

“And you didn’t cuff them or threaten them.”

“I cannot confirm nor deny.”

Tommy thew a look at Buck that read, “see what I mean?” and Buck smiled at him, his heart starting to race when he saw the fondness in Tommy’s eyes. Which was probably for his brother and definitely not for Buck. They kept staring at each other for a tad too long. Buck was trying to convey—what? How much has he missed Tommy? How much has he wanted to go back to a time before the breakup?

Donovan cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

“Come on, let’s drink. To meeting new and old friends.”

He grabbed his pint and raised it. Buck raised his while holding his gaze. If Donovan thought he got easily scared, he would have another thing coming. Donovan’s eternal smirk came on; he nodded. Buck might have passed some sort of test, but he wasn’t sure.

When Ravi and Buck finally left the bar after one too many beers with the twins, Ravi leaned against him and said in a victorious, if slightly buzzed, tone, “I win.”

Fuck.

Buck had completely forgotten their bet.