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Eddie is the new recruit and Buck Hates him.

Kinktober 2023 - Day 3: Hate Sex

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 3: Hate Sex

title from: Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

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That’s Eddie Diaz, new recruit. Graduated top of his class just this week. Guys over at Station Six were dying to have him, but I convinced him to join us.

Bobby’s words were still echoing in his mind as Buck adjusted the weights on the barbell.

 

So, what if the guy served multiple tours in Afghanistan – an Army medic? That was- that was… ugh he couldn’t… literally what could he say against that? The man was… good. He was a veteran and not just that, he was a medic, literally his entire life was saving people.

And then, and then, he had to go and be fucking competent? That first call when he’d started correcting him, and Buck… he refused to acknowledge that it was hot because no. He hated Eddie Diaz.

He started his first set of curls; he hated Eddie Diaz. Hated him with his stupid competence and stupid eight-pack and his stupid perfect hair, his stupid pretty eyes, that stupid stubble that made Buck want to rub his face against it until he had a serious case of bear burn- no, Buck stop, what the fuck.

But fuck those shoulders, Buck lost count of his reps as he watched Eddie walk into the gym, boxing gloves on, a tank top that should be illegal, seriously. The way the Y-strap accented Eddie’s shoulder blades and the neckline was low enough to show off the man’s chest hair – Fuck. Buck put the weight down and grimaced, flexing his fingers. He checked the mirror and immediately recognised his mistake as he became transfixed watching Eddie. The man was hitting the sandbag with well-practiced jabs, the muscles in his back were rippling, the glistening sweat was really just accenting the fucking power in those arms and – oh great, his legs as well. Buck groaned as he watched Eddie shift his weight onto his left leg, crouch slightly and push up, twisting to slam his right leg into the sandbag with so much power that the bag flew into the opposite direction.

He hated Eddie fucking Diaz. He had to… he had to do something. Eddie kept up the precise jabs at the sandbag as Buck walked deliberately behind him to get more weight plates. He could feel Chim’s smirk, and he knew it was silly. Another glance in the mirror told him he was being silly as well. His body looked good, the broad chest, flexed pecs, thick arms, and thighs; he didn’t need to prove anyone anything but, But. Eddie fucking Diaz and his fucking eight pack. Buck’s eyes drifted back to Eddie and, fuck, the man was still just perfectly composed, laser focused on his boxing. Buck picked up his phone and the stupid selfie-stick as if possessed. He wanted, no he needed, to show Eddie that he was better. He started posing, taking pictures until Eddie’s voice filtered through to him.

 

“You’re in the wrong light, man.” Buck was seething. Oh, now he was trying to tell him how to take pictures as well?

 

“Some of us don’t need lightning to look good.” He shot back and he watched in the camera how Eddie just shrugged and went back to his boxing. For some reason, Buck’s blood was boiling, and he spun around. The gym was empty, Chim had disappeared at some point, but Buck couldn’t pinpoint when if his life depended on it.

 

“Look, man,” Eddie had started talking to him again, but his eyes were trained on the sandbag as he landed another well-placed hit. “All I’m saying is, if you want your muscle to pop, you need the lighting to come from the side; it’ll make them look more cut.” Buck knew he was being irrational, deep down he knew Eddie was fucking right, but that just made it all worse. Because Eddie was always right, and Buck hated him. He whirled on him again; Eddie ad sweat running down his face, his skin was flushed, veins popping in his arms, hands hidden by the boxing tape and Buck… Buck couldn’t… He hated how drawn he was to the other man. Before he could stop himself, he’d crossed the distance between them. Eddie straightened up, startled.

 

“Buck?” His voice was laced with confusion; all Buck could see was Eddie taking the syringe from him during that call and making the right decision to insert it at the fifth intercostal. Hatred making his body hot and his blood boil.

 

“I hate you, you know that?” Buck’s words cut through the air like a knife; Eddie’s posture stiffened.

 

“Look, man,” Eddie started. “What is your problem? I’m just new, I really didn’t mean to step on any toes, but if this is how you wanna play it.” His eyes darkened and Buck shivered. “We can hate each other if you want, as long as we can still work together.” Buck felt the hatred bubble up in his throat again, even now, even now, Eddie was fucking reasonable. Willing to go along with Buck’s bullshit as long as they can still work together. God, he fucking hated the man. So he made the only logical decision he could think of, framed Eddie’s face with his hands and pressed his lips to the other man’s. Eddie made a noise of surprise, and his eyes were wide when Buck pulled back.

 

“Fuck,” Buck cursed and shrunk away from Eddie. “Fuck, I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have- I fucking hate you, Diaz.” Eddie’s eyes were still wide as he watched Buck take a step back.

 

“Fucking say something,” Buck clenched his fist but held eye contact, so he saw the moment surprise gave way to anger in Eddie’s eyes. It could’ve been a trick of the light but Buck felt almost like brown of his eyes lit up amber with the fire of it.

 

“What the fuck, man.” His voice was clipped but Eddie didn’t step back. In fact, he took a step towards him. Buck’s breath hitched, stuck up high in the back of his throat. “So, this is how you wanna play? Fine.” There was a dark quality to Eddie’s voice that made Buck’s knees weak in a way he hadn’t ever felt, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as Eddie grabbed him the back of his neck with one hand, the other hauling him in close by the waist. Their lips met in a battle for dominance; open-mouthed, tongues violent, teeth clacking. Buck felt alive in Eddie’s hands. Arousal and hatred were simmering now, threatening to take over his entire body so he pushed back until Eddie’ back hit the back of the column next to the sandbag. The slightly shorter man hissed out a sound of pain, before his fingers dug into Buck’s skin so hard, Buck was sure they’d leave bruises.

 

“I know,” Eddie broke the kiss to slam his forehead into Buck’s. “You’re going through some shit, but I don’t know if this is going to help.” Buck hissed through his teeth.

 

“You know nothing, Diaz.” He was so close to his face, Buck could see the vein along Eddie’ jaw pop as he ground his jaw.

 

“Stop calling me Diaz.” Eddie pulled him back down into a biting kiss, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before it was being pulled. Buck groaned into it, hands digging into Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer. He was losing himself in the back and forth between them, their mouths and tongues battling it out, but they jumped apart when someone in the station dropped something loudly. Their eyes met and Buck got lost in Eddie’s, pupils dilated to make all the brown disappear.

 

“Fuck it.” Buck probably wouldn’t have heard the mumble if he hadn’t already been so close to the man. Eddie grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip before pulling him into the direction of the showers. Buck’s brain was foggy with arousal and this strange anger toward the beautiful man manoeuvring him around the gym, so he didn’t catch on until his back hit the cold tile. He felt his eyes grow wide as he saw Eddie stalk towards him like a predator.

 

“You hate me?” His voice was rough, about an octave deeper than before and Buck felt it shoot right down to his dick. “Prove it.” Eddie latched onto his neck and sucked; Buck mewled. “Show me how much you hate me, Buck.” Buck realised two things very quickly. One, the stubble felt exactly as good as he thought it would against his neck; and two, he was a weak, weak man when it came to Eddie Diaz, Army medic veteran with a silver star.

 

“Fuck me.” He whispered into the empty air he was staring at. The mouth against his neck was suddenly gone though, so he looked down to see Eddie’s shocked face.

 

“You sure?” Buck huffed out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. Even now, the other man was infuriating.

 

“Yes.” He growled and bit into Eddie’s lower lip hard. The fire was back in Eddie’ eyes immediately.

 

“Brat.” He hissed and held Buck’s jaw in an iron grip. Buck grinned and rolled his hips forward, making contact with Eddie’s where he could feel him growing hard.

 

“You’re into it.” He shrugged and revelled in Eddie’s short bark of laughter.

 

“Take your clothes off, Buck.” It was an order, Buck knew, but he wasn’t about to give in that easily. His blood was singing now, lighting his body on fire, his cock filling out. Eddie pushed his head back against the tiles, not enough that he actually hit it hard but enough that Buck could feel the power in Eddie’s grip.

 

“Or what?” He grinned. “You gonna do it for me?” He was still looking down at Eddie, fingers digging into his jaw, the pressure going straight to his dick. Eddie sucked his teeth and without preamble his other hand cupped Buck through his gym shorts, punching a gasp out of Buck. The pressure felt so good.

 

“No.” Buck raised an eyebrow, but it really didn’t have the effect it usually did, what with his head still pressed back at an angle by one of Eddie’s hands.

“You’re being a brat,” Eddie’s hand tightened around Buck’s dick; he groaned, caught between pain and pleasure. “And brats don’t get what they want.” Oh, interesting. Buck hadn’t seen that one coming. Eddie’s body was rigid, his body language screaming dominance and Buck hated how much it made him want to do whatever Eddie wanted. Instead of answering, Buck simply rolled his hips into Eddie’s touch again, moaning loudly for good measure. The fingers around his jaw tightened and pulled his face down this time, his lips once again meeting Eddie’s in a harsh kiss. No battles were fought in this kiss; Eddie dominated it with an ease that had Buck moan into the other man’s mouth and his hips thrust forward into his touch.

 

“Keep your voice down.” Eddie bit into his earlobe and Buck fought back the groan threatening to spill past his lips. He panted open-mouthed instead, as Eddie’s hand slipped past the waistband of his shorts and wrapped itself around his dick. His other hand still hadn’t let go of Buck’s jaw.

“Time to use your hands, gorgeous.” Eddie smirked at Buck’s wide-eyed gaze. “Push your shorts down, then take my dick out.” Buck wanted to fight it, he really did, but he just couldn’t. There was something about Eddie that he just couldn’t deny, and he hated it. His hands were shaking as they reached for his own shorts first, pushing them below his balls and arse to fall down to the floor by themselves, before reaching for Eddie’s sweats. He ran a finger just below the waistband for a second before Eddie raised an eyebrow and he quickly grabbed the fabric to push it down as well. Eddie’ dick was hard as well and big; Buck hated it, but he’d also never wanted anything more.

 

“We have nothing with us to prepare you, so for now,” Eddie tightened his grip on Buck’s jaw, forcing his eyes back up to meet his own. “You’re gonna get me off with your mouth.” Buck whined. “And then I’ll get you off with my hand. Understood?” Buck tried to nod but Eddie’s grip was ironclad.

“I said, understood.” It wasn’t a question this time and Buck hated how much he suddenly wanted to please this man.

 

“Understood.” He gasped and Eddie grinned.

 

“Good boy.” The mewl that ripped free of Buck’s throat was something he would absolutely deny happening after, but Eddie let go of his dick and guided him to his knees with both hands on his head and it was over. Buck ran his tongue up the underside of Eddie’s dick before he took the tip of it in his mouth. Looking up he was met with Eddie’s gaze steadily holding his own and he moaned, the vibrations around his dick forcing a soft moan from Eddie’s throat as well.

 

“Que guapo.” He whispered, a finger brushing his lips where they were stretched around his dick and Buck didn’t understand what he was saying but he took it as an encouragement and sank further down. Eddie’s hands in his short hair were tightening, pushing him further down onto his dick until Buck gagged and he let up. The pressure was still there though, and Buck could once again feel the power behind his grip, looking up he could see his arms flexing; it made him even harder. He reached his own hands up for balance, fingers sinking into the thick muscle of Eddie’s thighs and his own hips bucked even as he hollowed his cheeks to suck. More and more moans started falling from Eddie’s lips as Buck sucked and licked his dick. He let one of his hands drift up to cup his balls and Eddie’s fingers tightened. Buck could feel himself growing impossibly hard and leaking precum onto the tiled floor, but he didn’t care. The chorus of moans softly spilling from Eddie’s mouth were like a drug and he needed more of it. He had no idea how much time had passed when Eddie’s fingers twisted in his hair and his thighs tightened under his own hands and then Eddie was coming into Buck’s mouth and Buck was drinking it all down instinctively. It tasted a bit bitter and a bit salty and Buck couldn’t get enough. He licked Eddie’s dick clean until the man pulled him up with a whine of sensitivity.

 

“You did so good, hermoso.” His voice was gravel as he reached for Buck’s hard cock. He was taller than Eddie by a couple inches but that didn’t matter. Buck felt small in his presence, the dominant aura he was exuding was making his dick that much harder and it took next to no time until he gasped and spilled all over Eddie’s hand. He whined as Eddie lifted his hand to lick some of the cum off it, before holding it out in front of Buck.

 

“Mm, clean up for me.” Buck hated how quickly he complied, licking at Eddie’s fingers until they were clean, not a drop of cum left. Eddie’s eyes were on him the entire time, a fascinated intensity in his gaze. Buck’s gaze was half-lidded when he looked back up at him, Eddie’s thumb still in his mouth. Eddie ran his other hand through Buck’s hair, cradling the back of his neck, as the thumb in Buck’s mouth pushed down on his tongue.

 

“Tan bueno para mí.” Buck knew his eyes were wild as Eddie pulled his thumb out of his mouth, dragging his lower lips down as he went and sealing his mouth with his, Eddie’s tongue exploring his mouth again. Buck groaned again, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Eddie’s hips.

“Get dressed and come back out. I’ll help you with your reps.” Eddie’s hands fell away from Buck’s body and he pulled his sweats up over his ass, turned around and left the showers. Buck stared after him, eyes wide and mouth gaping and he was sure of two things.

One, he was definitely going to get his hands on Eddie again.

And two, he absolutely hated Eddie Diaz.