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Buck isn’t entirely sure how or when it happened.
One minute he was at a safe and appropriate distance from Eddie, friends - best friends - actually, and reasonably platonic, and the next he was sleeping in Eddie’s bed every night.
If he had to pinpoint an approximate time, it must have been sometime between Eddie returning home from the hospital after the shooting and Buck and Taylor’s breakup.
He knows that for sure because he had slept on Eddie’s couch the entire duration of Eddie’s hospital stay, and he’d argued incessantly with Taylor about his relationship with Eddie before their break up, and them sharing a bed definitely came up.
But between that, it was Buck falling asleep on the couch more and more often, crashing at Eddie’s after a few drinks so Eddie could keep an eye on him, Eddie taking care of him when he was sick, and then suddenly, without even realising, Buck would come over for a movie night and would jump into Eddie’s bed with him when it was over.
He liked it. A lot.
Waking up from nightmares about Eddie and blood and too much water and being able to turn and find his best friend a couple of inches away, safe and serene. It soothed out the wrinkles in Buck’s soul.
Eddie also never seemed to mind when Buck would accidentally wake him up when he went to check on Christopher. He’d even get up too, so they could do it together, and those peaceful moments, standing shoulder to shoulder in the doorway of Chris’ bedroom, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. That might have been Buck’s favourite thing in the whole world.
And so yes, Buck also liked it when he woke up and Eddie had draped himself over him in his sleep. When their legs had tangled together, Eddie’s hand on his chest, or his waist. The one time Buck woke up to Eddie spooning him. He liked that too.
He just wasn’t about to tell Eddie about that part.
The whole thing was almost entirely implicit. They never discussed if sharing a bed was something they both wanted, they just knew. It was easier that way too, because Buck was pretty sure both of them knew it wasn’t a normal thing for best friends to do and if they did have a conversation about it they’d probably decide to stop. Eddie would talk about all the things he’d newly learned in therapy like healthy relationships and boundaries and communication and Buck would nod along and they’d both probably be better off for it.
It sounded like hell.
But if neither of them said anything, it could reside in limbo. It wasn’t a thing. They hadn’t planned it, it just happened, and if they both happened to enjoy it, that’s just an unintended bonus.
Hen sometimes joked that they shared a single brain cell, but if they did, it was doing a hell of a job.
The most that had ever been said aloud was when Eddie had tilted his head towards his bedroom and had given Buck a “c’mon” when Buck felt a bit like he was taking up all the space in Chris and Eddie’s life like gas filling a vacuum.
Today though, that won’t happen.
Today, Eddie is on a date.
And Buck doesn’t have any opinions about that - actually, he has only positive opinions. Good for Eddie, getting back out there or whatever.
But Eddie is on a date and that means Buck can’t sleep at his tonight, so maybe, maybe, his opinions are biased.
Okay. He hates that Eddie is on a date.
But he’s not about to inform Eddie of that. He is glad, sort of, because Eddie deserves to be happy and if this makes Eddie happy then Buck is willing to grin and bear it for the rest of his life. Even if it makes his stomach feel like someone is kicking it repeatedly with steel-toe boots.
Buck had decided to take on an extra shift, because why wouldn’t he? He has nowhere better to be. Eddie is on a date.
It was a smart plan, distract himself, be so exhausted at the end of it he could drop into his bed and it might not feel as cold and empty as he’s expecting it to. Maybe he wouldn’t think about the years and years where he’ll ultimately have to do just that, as Eddie finds someone, gets married, and lets them sleep in his bed with him while Buck remains perpetually in love from afar, withering into his own bed every night like it's a coffin.
Only when he gets to work, he has one of the most difficult shifts in a long time.
The entire shift is filled with non stop alarms, Buck barely has enough time to breathe before he’s grabbing his gear again. It’s exhausting and stressful but nothing he’s never dealt with before, but then near the end of his 12 hours, they have a five-alarm fire. By the time the 118 arrive, the few survivors have already been carted off to the hospital and Buck spends hours tagging bodies and just hoping someone, anyone, would shout out from the smoke and rubble and be alive. But no one ever does.
Usually, Eddie would have been by his side for it all and would have known how Buck was feeling. He would have pulled Buck into his truck at the end of it all, brought him home and cheered him up with Chris and then drinks and a warm bed and warmer arms to fall into.
But Eddie is on a date, and so Buck goes to his loft, and stands just inside the doorway, frozen in the dense, gloomy atmosphere for minutes before he can take another step inside. Sometimes he forgets it’s meant to be his home.
In the end, he messages Eddie.
He doesn’t think Eddie will see it, not for a while, but he’s hopeful that maybe after his date he’ll be alone, and even if it’s late, he might invite Buck over. So Buck texts:
Just had the worst shift of my life -
Remind me never 2 do overtime again -
He places his phone down on the coffee table, resolving to wait there unmoving for hours for a reply.
His phone buzzes two minutes later.
- You okay?
Why is Eddie texting him right now? Shouldn’t he be sitting across the table from a presumably very nice, very pretty woman that Buck never wants to meet or have anything to do with?
He must take too long to answer because his phone starts ringing, Eddie’s name lit up on screen, and Buck is even more confused.
“Hello?” Buck answers
“Are you okay?” Eddie asks again, voice a mix of stern and worried. The care in his tone is enough to spread warm honey down Buck's shoulders. He relaxes them a little.
“I’m- yeah... just like, tired- sad”
“So not okay?” Eddie sighs. There's some humour in it, but he still seems anxious. Buck feels guilt sharp in his chest in the same instant it goes tender from the concern Eddie shows him. He’s never truly felt like he deserves it.
He takes a moment to breathe, and some of the day dissipates from his body and into the loft. He’s just a little bit lighter.
“Not okay, but I’ll be okay.” He says when he thinks his voice won’t come out shaky “Where's your date?”
“Bathroom when you texted, and I stepped out to call you, it’s fine.”
“Damn, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to-“ Buck finds his hand rubbing the tense muscle on the back of his neck.
“Buck I said it’s fine. Listen, Chris is at my Abuela’s for the night, but let yourself in, go to bed, I’ll be home in a few hours.”
It’s the exact thing Buck needed to hear. Finally settling into his seat, he feels a hot rush run over his body, his mind buzzing so hard he swears he can feel it spreading to his finger tips.
“Your date must not be going too great if you want me in your bed instead of her” he jokes, but there’s a possessive satisfaction coming through in his voice even if he doesn’t mean it to. Eddie is choosing him. Eddie wants him instead of his date. Buck attempts to bite down the beaming smile making its way over his face. He needs to quell these feelings soon, he’s being too obvious and he’ll end up losing his best friend over it, but every time he stamps them down they reinflate like Eddie is a air pump.
“Very funny. I’ll see you soon.” Eddie says, then hangs up before Buck can say anything else.
Buck’s grin is embarrassingly big, he doesn’t need a mirror to tell him that. Hearing Eddie actually say that he wants him there, unwilling to dance around the unspoken thing they’ve built up in the past, it’s so new and exciting and sweet like Buck bets Eddie’s lips would be. So he grins like that the whole way to Eddie’s.
When Buck had gotten back to his loft, he had sat wearily on the couch with bits of soot and sweat caked into him where his hasty shower at work hadn’t done the job. The motivation to move was gone the minute he had sat down. But when he arrives at Eddie’s, now with newfound vigour, he heads straight to the bathroom to shower, takes his time, lets the water get a little too hot and breathes deep knowing Eddie will be there soon.
He uses Eddie’s shampoo and shower gel. It’s either that or Christopher’s, which is bubblegum scented and marketed for kids, so he doesn’t have much choice, but he loves the smell of Eddie’s - of course he does, they smell like Eddie, and now, Buck thinks as he rinses, he will too.
The shiver that runs through him has nothing to do with the temperature drop as he steps out of the hot water and into the air, and everything to do with his incessant need to be part of Eddie, to be Eddie’s.
He isn’t sure when that particular idea had wormed its way into his mind, only that when he discovered it hiding there, repressed into the creases of his brain, it had been quite the revelation.
The idea of someone owning him sounds barbaric, but it wasn’t like that with Eddie. Buck trusted him with his everything; his body, his mind, his soul. He just never realised he’d held them all out for Eddie to take so long ago, that the idea of him finally doing it was enough to make Buck go wild.
Buck walks to Eddie’s bedroom, only to realise with barely contained glee that he forgot to bring a change of clothes with him. He’ll have to wear Eddie’s clothes to bed.
He grabs a pair of boxers and sweatpants from a drawer, forgoing a top. The fabric on them both is well worn and soft, the sweats old enough the elastic is starting to go. But Eddie won’t throw them out now, they’re Buck’s favourite pair.
When Buck finally slips into Eddie’s bed, under Eddie’s covers, wearing Eddie’s clothes, smelling like Eddie, he feels finally at peace, at home. Like he belongs here, like he belongs to Eddie. He lets himself pretend it's true just this once, when Eddie isn’t around to find out.
He sinks into the mattress, pressing his body in like he can imprint himself there forever. Eyes closed, he moves onto his stomach and breathes in the smell of Eddie on his pillow, inhaling deep to try to capture every bit of him that he can.
He groans out happily, shifts a bit, and oh. He’s hard.
He had felt so happy it made his chest warm, and maybe he’d been so distracted by the intense feeling of home, of love, that enveloped him that he hadn’t realised a similar heat had pooled downwards, settled low and expanded and expanded until suddenly all Buck can think about is how much he needs.
He needs Eddie like he needs air in his lungs. He needs someone to touch him, to claim him, to make him feel like he belongs under their hands, he needs those hands to be Eddie’s, but he’ll have to make do with his own.
He needs to get off.
Eddie isn’t there, he won’t be there for a while. Buck could just…let it happen, Eddie would never have to know.
Buck shifts again, rolling his hips onto the mattress and groaning into Eddie’s pillow.
He imagines that he’s waiting for Eddie to come home so Eddie can take care of him, so that Eddie can fuck him. The noise he makes at that thought is louder than any of the previous ones, too loud even if it’s just him in the house.
He should feel guilty, he does feel guilty, somewhere distantly in the back of his head, but right now he’s remembering Eddie telling him to get into his bed and wait for him to come home, because that’s something that actually happened, and it’s so easy to take it a few steps further, the idea of getting himself ready for Eddie, showering and getting into bed and then fingering himself open for Eddie’s cock.
Buck shivers, but he’s too hot. He strips Eddie’s sweatpants off but he leaves his underwear on. He loves the idea of something of Eddie’s touching him and it’s as close as he’ll get to Eddie’s hands, Eddie’s mouth, Eddie’s dick rubbing against his own as they both chase release together, so he takes it greedily.
It’s only a few minutes later that he realises he’s going to come, he can’t believe he’s close already, from rubbing up against the mattress like a teenager having a wet dream. He could say it’s because he hasn’t done this in so long, spending night after night with Eddie by his side means he hasn’t had much privacy. But really he’s this close because everything is just so overwhelmingly Eddie that it feels like he’s here, it feels like he’s watching him.
“Buck?”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck.
He twitches in shock and then he’s coming, the entire thing laced with panic and shame because Eddie is there, rooted in the doorway, with wide eyes and his mouth gaping and Buck is the biggest asshole in the world, moaning loudly on bitten lips as his orgasm runs its course.
He can feel himself wet and sticky in Eddie’s underwear, can feel it saturating the fabric until it’s probably leaking out onto the sheets, but he’s too afraid to move. Gasping out breaths with his eyes pinched closed so hard it’s painful.
“Buck.” Eddie tries again. Buck can hear him take hesitant steps towards the bed. Bucks body tenses up “Did you just…” The mattress dips and creaks as Eddie settles on it.
What is he doing? Why is he getting closer? Shouldn't he be running in the opposite direction? Shouldn't he be telling Buck to leave?
“Yeah... yeah, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” Buck says finally, eyes still shut tight. It’s the only thing keeping the tears in. He’s just ruined everything again, he let his dick think for him and destroyed the relationship most important to him. Would Eddie even still talk to him after this? Would he avoid his eyes at work? Would he still let him see Chris?
Eddie places a tentative hand on the back of Buck's head, it’s soft and unmoving, the warmth of his palm settling into Buck's scalp and relaxing his shoulders.
“You needed that, huh?” Eddie says, and, after a moment, his thumb moves, stroking back and forth where it sits just above the nape of Buck's neck. Buck shivers.
He’s never been more confused in his life. Why isn’t Eddie mad? Buck has no idea what to do or say because Eddie almost sounds into this, or at least okay with it, but surely any minute now Eddie is going to call him disgusting and push him off his bed.
He asked Buck a question though, so he tells him the truth.
“Yeah, needed it, sorry.” Buck peaks open his eyes, he’s resting on his forearms and elbows, hands fisted in the sheets below. At some point he must have leant into Eddie’s hand because he’s tilted back a bit, neck bared.
“Show me,” Eddie says, his voice is deep, deeper than Buck has ever heard it, and he knows he could say no. Eddie wouldn’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to, but the way it comes out is so reverent that Buck turns and shifts until he’s sitting up on the bed with his legs splayed wide. Open for Eddie.
Eddie pulls the covers off him, and Buck looks down to see the ruin he’s left in Eddie’s underwear, the huge wet patch that covers most of the front of them, the way his cum seeps out of them obscenely, tiny pools of opaque liquid dotted all over.
He looks up at Eddie. It's the first time he’s looked at him since he saw him in the doorway, and Eddie’s eyes are dark, hidden in shadow with the way his head is tilted downwards, looking at Buck's crotch, but his pupils are blown, engulfing golden brown with black. His mouth is slightly open, his breathing too quick, his cheeks red and-
And he’s turned on, that’s what all this is, Buck realises. Eddie is turned on.
“Those mine?” Eddie says, clearing his throat then because it comes out rough, and gestures to the underwear.
“Yeah,” Buck says, it’s quiet and raspy, but he’s feeling braver now, knowing Eddie isn’t mad, that Eddie likes this. It feels like all his hopes and dreams are inches away and all he has to do is grab. “Yeah, wanted you near me.”
Eddie laughs, a shocked breath, it’s more of an inhale than anything, but there’s humour in it.
“I’m here now.” He says and moves closer to prove his point. His hand lands on Buck's thigh, the one furthest from him so Eddie has to lean a bit. His hand is so far up that his thumb brushes the seam of Buck’s underwear - Eddie’s underwear - Buck bites his lip, but the small moan he’d been trying to keep in still manages to escape.
“Yeah, you're here now.” The position they're both in means Eddie’s face is inches from Buck’s, and when Buck speaks he twists his head so their lips are practically touching, their breaths mingling together in heavy gasps.
Buck leans in, their lips meeting gentle and unsure, and he plans to pull back, gauge Eddie’s reaction, but Eddie yanks him back in and presses his mouth hard against Buck's.
It’s desperate and sloppy and rough and it’s the best kiss Buck has ever had in his life.
Eddie grabs him by the waist and hoists him up before Buck can breathe. He lets out a yelp as he lands on Eddie’s lap, feels Eddie’s hard cock under his thigh, and the yelp turns into a moan. He’d never been with someone so strong they could lift him like he weighs nothing, and suddenly he’s obsessed with the thought of Eddie throwing him around.
“Come home to find you all desperate and wet in my bed for me.” Eddie kisses Buck through a gasp and Buck grinds down at the words, despite the oversensitivity sending shock waves through his whole body. “What am I meant to do with that, huh Buck?”
Eddie nips at his jaw, travelling down until he's licking at Buck's pulse point. He can probably feel how hard Buck's heart is beating under his tongue.
“You could fuck me?” Buck gasps out, and Eddie groans and jerks his hips up to meet him.
“You just came like two minutes ago. How are you real?” Eddie had probably meant to tease, but the words come out like awe.
“I’m sitting on your lap Eddie, I can get hard again, just give me a minute,” he jokes, and the two of them chuckle quietly, their movements slow as they stay pressed together and catch their breath.
“What were you thinking about?” Eddie asks after a moment. His hands run up and down Buck's sides, squeezing his waist and repeating, and he’s slowly starting to roll his hips again, so Buck is finding it difficult to concentrate.
“Guess” he gets out, grinding his hips, revelling in how thick and hard Eddie feels against him. His own dick is already twitching in interest, attempting to get hard again.
“I want to hear you say it,” Eddie all but smirks, the squeeze on his waist slightly harder than before. Buck imagines fingertip bruises scattered all over his body.
“You.” He breathes out, “Belonging to you.” and Eddie growls, pushes in and bites at Buck's lips before he can say anything else.
“Mine.” Eddie says, squeezing again, this time his hands on Buck's hips, grabbing and yanking so Buck is even closer.
“Yours, yeah, yours." God, it’s so hot, Buck barely gets the words out because he’s gasping and moaning and filling back up, his half-hard cock pressing against the tacky material of the boxers now that the cum has begun to dry.
He can’t believe that Eddie wants him just as much as Buck does, that Eddie is just as turned on by the thought of Buck being his. Buck tries to clear his head and keep talking.
“Was imagining- was imagining getting myself ready for you to fuck me” he groans out, his mind wandering at the feel of Eddie’s hand on his pec, his fingers finding and rolling Buck's nipple. Eddie is staring him down, he looks barely contained, like he’s one word away from losing his composure. Buck needs to see that.
“Wanted to-to finger myself, stretch myself out so when you came home-“
Eddie flips them, Buck landing on his back with an oof before Eddie bites and sucks hard on Buck's collar bone.
He pulls back, his hand dragging on Buck's stomach as he moves to his bedside and returns with a bottle of lube that he throws next to Buck on the bed.
“Do it then.” Eddie says and Buck nods so fast he feels lightheaded, pulls himself up a bit to reach for his underwear until Eddie slaps his hands away and does it for him. Eddie tugs so hard that Buck gets pulled a couple of inches forward with them, his head falling back against the mattress.
He sits back up again when he gets his breath back, and sees Eddie staring down at his yet again, fully hard cock. It’s red and straining against his stomach and dripping with his last orgasm as well as the ongoing droplets of precum that have been steadily escaping him since he was able to get hard again.
Eddie’s hand twitches for a second, unsure, and then again but this time it’s moving forward and grasping Buck's dick in a tight grip, jacking him off fast and punishing. Buck shouts out, his dick is still somewhat sensitive and Eddie’s hand feels so good it nearly hurts, but he never wants Eddie to stop, wants him to keep going as Buck comes again and again and again.
“Come on Buck, or do you want me to do it?” It takes Buck a minute to realise what he's talking about. He's so caught up in the slick slide of Eddie’s hand, but then he remembers, reaches blindly for the lube next to him and pumps some onto his fingers.
Eddie grabs Buck's leg, his left hand splayed behind his knee while the other jerks him off. He presses until Buck's legs move up and forward and he’s got Buck practically bent in half in front of him. It gives Buck space to reach his hand around and press a finger against his hole. Whimpering at how exposed he is for Eddie.
Eddie’s still fully dressed, still got his fucking shoes on. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up and exposing the way his forearms flex and bulge with every movement against Buck’s dick and he’s got tight, dark jeans on, his cock straining against the fabric.
And he’s staring down at Buck, naked, legs open wide and pressed against his chest, his cock leaking all over his stomach and his hole twitching in interest as his finger presses inside.
Buck feels like a prize, just for Eddie. Feels like he’ll never be the same now that he knows what it's like for Eddie to own him. He fucking loves it.
He pumps his middle finger shallowly, moaning and whimpering at Eddie’s intense gaze. He wants to show off just as much as he needs to hurry this up, so he pushes another finger inside himself and keens.
Eddie groans. He needs to let go of Buck's leg for a second to squeeze himself through his jeans, but then his hand is back and pushing Buck’s legs further down until his knees hit his shoulders. His ankles find Eddie and press him closer.
“Faster,” Eddie instructs and Buck goes faster. His back is arched, his head tipping slightly forward, though not so far that he can see Eddie staring down at him, and he watches enthusiastically as Eddie’s eyes move over his body.
They stop at his neck, his jaw, his lips, look deep into his eyes - and that one makes Buck shiver - before moving lazily back to Buck’s fingers working inside himself, his stare heady.
Buck adds a third finger and the sound out of him is like a sob. He chews on his bottom lip just to ground himself, but it falls from his teeth with a gasp as he crooks his fingers and just about hits his prostate.
The press is barely there, at this angle it’s tricky to apply much pressure on it, but with everything else, with Eddie still moving his hand fast over Buck's cock, it’s almost enough for Buck to fall over the edge.
“Eddie, Eds, you need to- I’m gonna come again if you keep-.” He's panting, still searching out that pleasure inside of him. His words forgotten about, replaced by loud moans that echo around them. His vision is blurring as his eyes roll back inside his head.
“Come then, don’t need you hard to fuck you,” Eddie says, as his fist gets faster, his hand rolling over Buck's head, his finger pressing against his slit until it comes back shiny with precum.
Buck comes hard. He thinks he’d be arching so far off the bed that he’d be floating if Eddie wasn’t holding him down. He sobs, tears wetting his cheeks as he feels the pleasure just keep going. He’s distantly aware that Eddie is still moving his hand, and it hurts a little, but the pain is engulfed until it’s barely noticeable.
There’s a moment his vision starts to blacken like he’s gonna pass out, but then Eddie’s hand is off him and his mouth is kissing Buck's neck. Soft little pecks and quiet whispers of praise fill his consciousness. He doesn’t know exactly what Eddie is saying, only that it’s loving and sweet and everything Buck needs at that moment.
It takes him a second, and then he’s breathing in long gasps of air and when his vision returns to normal, he’s met with Eddie’s big brown eyes staring back at him.
“Okay?” Eddie asks, his hand soft on Buck's neck. He must have let Buck's legs go at some point because they’ve drifted down so his knees bracket Eddie at his thighs.
Buck barks out a laugh. “Okay? Yeah, I’m okay.” He grins and Eddie returns it, kissing him chaste on the lips. He looks down at himself, splatters of cum covering his stomach and chest, there’s a streak on his waist like Eddie may have wiped the cum on his hand off on Buck, the little shit. But he feels good, skin warm and buzzing like after a long nap.
He lets his breathing even out. Eddie is still staring down at him with shiny eyes, smiling between kisses. Maybe Eddie loves him too.
“You gonna fuck me now?” Buck says, after his breath has returned to normal and Eddie laughs.
“I thought that was- Dios mio, your insatiable.”
“I’ll be satiated when your cock is in me… Please” he punctuates his point with a grind up and okay, that hurts a bit, but it’s enough for Eddie to groan and lean back to take off his shirt.
“Want a condom?” Eddie asks, moving back to his bedside. “I’m clean."
Buck shakes his head “Clean too, wanna feel you.” The thought of Eddie filling him up, marking him inside and out makes Buck shiver in anticipation. He wants to be ruined for everyone else, wants Eddie to ruin him. Wants to feel Eddie’s cum leak out of him for hours after, a constant reminder of what Eddie’s done to him.
He watches in fervour as Eddie leans away from the bedside table, the condoms inside forgotten and continues to strip. He’s able to sit up on his forearms after a minute. His entire body is still shaking but he doesn’t feel like his arms and legs will give out on him anymore.
Eddie steps off the bed to take his shoes and pants off. His cock tents his boxers so much that it should be comical, but Buck wants to lick him through the thin material until it clings against him. Until Buck can see every ridge and vein on Eddie’s dick through the fabric.
When he’s finally fully naked, his cock curled upwards and slightly to the left against his stomach, Buck thinks he’s never been happier in his life. His chest feels achy and warm and he could stay in this moment for the rest of his life, with Eddie in front of him, about to be inside him, it would be enough.
“God, I love you.” He says. He's not really thinking, just letting whatever comes to mind slip past his lips, but he’s more surprised than Eddie is when that’s what comes out.
“Jesus Buck- Now. Now you say that?” Eddie’s face and chest blush bright red. He looks almost shy, for the first time that night.
“It seemed relevant,” Buck says, still staring, the thing he’d been hiding for months, years even, has just been brought out in the open and he’s completely fine with it. It feels safe and at home between the sheets of Eddie’s bed, in the warm, mingling air they’re breathing in. It’s so freeing, the words so natural that he’s almost struck with how much trust and love he really does feel for Eddie all at once. This is it for him. If there’s one thing in life he’s sure of, it’s that.
Eddie laughs and crawls back over the bed, the head of his cock a gentle pressure against Buck's hole, he starts to press.
“I love you, too,” he says and pushes in.
Buck feels like he’s on fire, warm with the stretch, hot with the feeling of being filled, and burning with Eddie’s words. They brand him, carving into his bones Eddie’s Eddie’s Eddie’s.
Eddie pushes in slowly, and with the pace along with the stupid length of him, it seems like he just keeps going and going, filling Buck up better than anything ever could. He can feel Eddie in his lungs, in his veins, in the deep thrum of his heart. He’s so full he feels like Eddie’s burrowing a place for himself under Buck's skin.
He’s Eddie’s, but Eddie is his too.
When he finally bottoms out, Buck has to force himself to relax his calf muscles tight around Eddie so he can pull back out. Buck wouldn’t mind if they stayed unmoving for a while, the two of them locked together, clinging onto each other with arms and legs and lips, but he’s come twice already, and Eddie hasn't. He'd probably wait patiently for hours for Buck to say it’s okay to move, but he doesn’t want Eddie to wait, he wants him to take.
“Fuck me Eds, c'mon” he whispers, then laughs quietly to himself, “Make love to me.”
“Ugh, that’s so cheesy but I kinda love it.” Eddie grins but he starts to move, slow rolling motions. It's enough for Buck’s oversensitive body to set alight. Choked off moans coming out between gasps and pants
“I kinda love you” he manages. He hasn’t stopped smiling.
“Kinda?” Eddie grins back.
“We’ll see how I feel after you show me how good you can fuck me.”
Eddie grasps his hips, lifting him up to get the angle right so he can fuck deep into Buck with every thrust. It means he’s hitting his prostate with nearly every press, sparks of electricity firing up his whole body.
“Like that?” Eddie smirks, movements relentless against the one spot that makes Buck’s vision blur. He thinks he might be losing his mind with how good it feels.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Eddie don’t stop, please don’t stop” he’s gasping, pulling Eddie down by the neck to kiss him again. He’s getting hard again, he hasn’t been able to do that since he was a teenager but Eddie just does things to him.
“Tell me you love me,” Eddie says, biting at mark he’d left on Buck's collarbone, kissing his neck, then just below his ear, so his moans reverberate loud in Bucks head, so they overpower every other noise Buck would be able hear. It’s the sweetest thing, knowing he’s the reason Eddie is making those sounds, and he’s the only one who gets to hear them.
“I love you, I love you, please.” Buck’s head is swimming, so lust-blown he’d do just about anything to see the way Eddie’s face screws up in pleasure with every thrust, do anything to feel this full forever. He’s sweating and gasping and he’s-
He’s going to come again.
In the position they’re in, Buck's cock is squeezed between his stomach and Eddie’s. He can feel the ridges of Eddie’s abs rub against his shaft with every move. He can feel his last release slick and sliding between them in a way that probably shouldn’t be as intensely, insanely hot as it is. He can feel his orgasm building there, between them. Like it’s just as much Eddie’s pleasure as it is his.
“Love you too, Buck, so close, gonna fill you up.” Eddie breathes. His voice is so rough it sounds painful.
“Yeah Eddie, please, make me yours.” Buck's vision is going blurry again, but he focuses everything he has to watch as Eddie fucks in once, twice, and then shouts and comes inside him. He can feel Eddie twitch, can feel his cum coat his insides, warming him from the inside out. He wants to feel that forever. Eddie thrusts a few more times, riding himself through it. His way now much slicker than before.
Eventually, Eddie falls a few inches, his face heavy on Bucks' shoulder as he gasps in air, but he doesn’t put his whole weight onto him and shifts just enough to reach down and grab Bucks' cock between them.
"You're right Buck," he whispers, his voice rasping as he pushes himself up to look Buck in the eyes. He jerks him off again, gentler this time, probably wary of how the feeling is equal parts too good and too much for Buck at the moment.
“You’re mine.” He moves his hand from root to tip, squeezing the top half of him with big hands. “You’re mine, forever.”
Buck comes again.
It spurts out weakly, dribbling down his cock before his dick twitches and he comes dry, but the feeling of it is the complete opposite. He can feel himself clenching against Eddie inside him, over and over again, feels the press of him against his prostate, the weight of Eddie’s hands on his skin, the heavy gaze Eddie has on Buck's face as he rides through the most intense orgasm of his life.
He thinks he screams, his vision whites out, he cries again, and distantly he can feel Eddie's lips on him again, kissing along his jawline and just as he makes it back to the surface, Eddie's lips find his and they kiss and kiss and kiss.
His body collapses downward as every tense muscle gives out and Eddie follows him down, arms on either side of Buck's head as his lips and tongue press every ounce of love he has for Buck into his mouth.
He’s not sure how long they’re there for, long enough for them both to get their breaths back, long enough for the cum on Buck's stomach to go tacky and uncomfortable, long enough for Eddie to slip out so his cum leaks out of Buck slow and lazy, cooling on his skin and probably making a mess of the sheets below him.
Buck never wants to move again.
Eventually, Eddie gets up, grabs a damp cloth and cleans Buck off. He must have cleaned himself up first and Buck absentmindedly goes to complain that Eddie looks fresh as a daisy when Buck has three, maybe four loads on or inside him at that moment. He’s soaked in it, but he loves it more than he ever thought he would and the complaint dies on his lips.
Eddie directs him into the shower, his third one that day, and Buck goes, legs shaking all the way. Eddie joins him a minute later, helping Buck clean off the sweat and slick all over him. He grabs the shampoo and massages it into Buck's scalp until Buck is groaning and pliant under Eddie’s fingers.
Eddie washes down Buck's legs, his finger gently pushing against his rim to clean out the cum and lube still leaking out of him. Buck's cock kicks in interest.
“Jeeeesus Christ Buck put that thing away!” He laughs, kissing him on the shoulder when Buck joins in.
“It’s not- it isn’t usually like that.” Buck grins, “I think it’s just you.” And he turns to wrap both arms around Eddie’s neck, reeling him in.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, his grin filthy.
“Yeah, guess I’m just a big slut for Eddie Diaz” he kisses him then, soft and sweet and relishes in the feel of Eddie’s lips, plump and warm on his.
“My slut, huh?” Eddie asks, his voice hot on Buck’s cheek.
“God, don’t Eddie, I don’t want it to get hard again” and the two of them laugh again, Eddie playfully shoving at Buck until it feels like it had before - best friends, and they are still best friends, only now they're so much more. Buck feels like the luckiest man on earth.
“Hey, what happened to your date?” Buck asks as they exit the shower, catching a towel Eddie throws at him from behind his back.
“I brought her home early.” Eddie scowls “Because I was worried about you.”
“Oh,” Buck says and then bursts into a fit of giggles. Eddie joins in too, face burning red.
“Sorry,” Buck says finally, but he’s still laughing, still feeling a little lightheaded with it.
“Please don’t be sorry.” Eddie smiles, “I’m glad I came home early, otherwise..."
Otherwise, Eddie would have slipped into bed with Buck an hour or two too late. He would have curled into him as they fell asleep, and neither of them would have done a single thing about their obvious, irrevocable love for one another. They would have carried on being oblivious and miserable for who knows how long. Maybe forever.
“I should probably send her apology flowers or something though,” Eddie says, lost in thought
“Thank you flowers” Buck beams “but then you’re only buying flowers for me or your family for the rest of your life.”
“You are my family” Eddie pecks him on the cheek. “C’mon, come to bed with me,” he says as he saunters out the bathroom door.
And Buck doesn’t need to be asked twice.