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Eddie grips the steering wheel tightly as he waits for the red light to change, the headlights of Buck’s Jeep reflecting in his rear-view mirror.
Dragging himself away from Buck’s magnetic pull was no easy feat, every step away from him torturous. Eddie just wanted to stay in Buck’s embrace, to bask in the warmth of a love that was very much requited.
Eddie had suspected for a while now that Buck felt the same, that the love between them was something more. Shannon had encouraged him after the tsunami to tell Buck, but Buck was drowning in guilt and self loathing and Eddie didn’t want him to think he didn’t mean the words, that he was just saying them to make Buck feel better. So he held off and then it just never felt like the right time.
After overhearing him and Shannon talking about it one day at Corner Store Cafe, Rosalie had placed her hand on his arm and squeezed gently, telling him that there was never some magical right time to tell someone you loved them, that whenever you decided to tell them, that was the right time.
Getting trapped under 40 feet of earth had really brought that point home.
He could’ve died without Buck knowing that he loves him. That what they have goes beyond friendship. That it’s something soul deep and that Eddie loves him to his very core. He’s seen the good and the bad of Buck and he loves all of it, every broken and cracked piece painted gold and treasured.
He had planned to ask Buck to stay for dinner Saturday night and after Chris went to bed, he was going to invite Buck out onto the back porch with a beer and work up the nerve to tell him he loves him.
But his wonderful wing-woman of an ex wife was one step ahead of him. He made a mental note to send her flowers and her favourite pastries from Corner Store Cafe.
The light finally switches to green and they’re once again moving towards home, where Eddie is going to claim Evan Buckley as his in every way he can.
When Eddie gets home he heads straight inside. Buck follows a minute later, the door shutting with a click that sounds too loud in the silence surrounding them. Eddie rakes his eyes up Buck’s body, hungryily drinking him in. He can’t wait to get his hands and mouth on every inch of him.
“Okay so I know we talked about this - us - at dinner but afterwards we kind of got a little bit distracted with the kissing and —”
Eddie pushes Buck against the door and crashes his lips into Buck’s, effectively cutting off his sentence. He licks into Buck’s mouth and relishes in the moan that reverberates through Buck’s chest.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to shut you up like that?” Eddie breathes into the scant space between their mouths after he breaks their kiss.
“I’m guessing probably since the day you met me.” Buck grins, a cheeky and beautiful thing that Eddie absolutely has to taste. He swoops in and captures Buck mouth again, enjoying the feeling of Buck practically melting in his arms.
“Yeah,” Eddie pants after he’s pulled away, “pretty much.”
“Mmm I bet there were other ways you imagined shutting me up” Buck says around a smirk before he’s devouring Eddie’s mouth in a kiss that has Eddie’s toes curling.
Eddie is so thoroughly distracted by the taste of Buck, by the way he is taking him apart with just his lips and tongue that he doesn’t notice Buck’s muscles tensing in preparation.
One minute they’re kissing, and then the next, photo frames are rattling as Eddie is pinned to the wall, Buck’s body caging him in as his lips seek purchase against Eddie’s neck. Eddie lets out a moan as Buck kisses and nips and sucks his way up to Eddie’s mouth, capturing Eddie’s lips in a kiss that has him seeing stars.
And then all too soon Buck is pulling away and Eddie has a complaint on the tip of his tongue but clamps down and swallows it as Buck drops to his knees.
Fuck.
Eddie always knew Buck would look absolutely fucking gorgeous on his knees.
A fantasy come to life.
Buck smiles up at him, the picture of innocence that Eddie definitely knows he’s not, and reaches his hands out towards the button of Eddie’s jeans. Eddie’s dick throbs in anticipation as Buck slides the zipper down, much too slowly for Eddie’s liking. He clenches his jaw to avoid telling Buck to hurry the fuck up, not wanting to seem too eager to have Buck’s mouth on him.
Blue eyes look up at him from underneath dark lashes as Buck flashes him that signature cocky smirk that has driven Eddie crazy for years and it’s the only warning he gets before Buck’s mouth is on him, mouthing at his length through his underwear.
“Oh fuck.”
Eddie’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe.
A low moan escapes him as Buck sucks at the head of his cock, his hips instinctively thrusting upward, seeking more contact. The friction through the fabric feels electric, Eddie's hands coming up to tangle in Buck's hair in a desperate need for more contact, more sensation, more of everything that Buck has to offer.
Eddie lets out a loud groan as Buck frees his aching cock and leans forward to take him fully into his mouth, his nose pressing into the hair of Eddie’s groin. Buck swallows once around him, his throat squeezing deliciously around Eddie’s cock, before he’s sliding slowly and sinfully back up.
Buck sets a steady pace, taking Eddie in deep and then pulling back with just enough pressure to drive Eddie wild and have him moaning and squirming against the wall.
Fuck.
Eddie is still in awe that this is happening. That he finally has Buck - his best friend, his partner, the fucking love of his life - like this, on his knees between his legs, sucking him off like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Eddie can’t stop himself from thrusting into the warm wet heat of Buck’s mouth, which has Buck closing his eyes and letting out a needy moan before relaxing his throat and encouraging Eddie’s hips forwards with his hands, a clear invitation.
“Fuck, Buck...” he groans out, fucking forward in steady thrusts, Buck eagerly taking everything Eddie has to offer.
His mind is a blur of ecstasy and desire and it’s not long before he feels himself getting close. He can tell Buck knows it too from the way he pins Eddie’s hips to the wall and begins sucking him off with one goal in mind - to make Eddie come.
Eddie looks down at him, taking in the sight of Buck on his knees before him. His usually slicked back curls are all mussed up from Eddie’s fingers and Eddie wants to throw whatever gel or pomade Buck uses in the trash because Buck’s curls are so fucking pretty. There's a flush on Buck’s cheeks that makes him look even more beautiful than usual and the sight alone almost makes Eddie lose it right then and there.
But then Buck hums around him and it's like fireworks are going off behind Eddie's eyes. He can't hold back any longer
“Buck, I’m gonna…” Eddie can barely get the words out, his voice strained with pleasure before he’s thrusting once, twice and then he’s spilling into Buck's mouth with a loud moan of Buck’s name.
Buck swallows around him, moaning as he takes every drop Eddie gives him before he’s pulling off. He doesn’t bother wiping away the come and spit that are on his chin, just gets to his feet and crashes his mouth into Eddie’s.
Eddie immediately licks into Buck’s mouth, tasting himself on Buck’s tongue, a heady mix of salt and something uniquely Buck. He can feel the hard length of Buck’s clothed cock pressing against his hip as Buck grinds forward, his hands tightening on Eddie’s waist.
Eddie breaks the kiss to pant hotly into the space between their lips. “That’s it, take what you need.”
Buck lets out a needy mewl and begins humping forward in earnest, burying his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck as he chases his release.
“You’re doing so good,” Eddie whispers encouragingly into Buck’s ear, “such a good boy.”
Buck moans loudly at Eddie’s words and begins humping forward even harder. Eddie can feel himself beginning to get hard again from watching and hearing Buck lose control like this.
“Eddie,” Buck gasps out between thrusts. “Need… need you…”
Buck and Eddie have always worked well together, often knowing what the other needed without them having to ask, so it’s no surprise that that also translates to the bedroom.
Without needing any further explanation, Eddie reaches between them and undoes Buck’s jeans before slipping his hand inside to get his hand on Buck’s cock over his underwear. Said underwear is soaked and Eddie’s mind flashes back to the tinder name, firehose.
Firehose indeed.
Not only is Buck leaking a filthy amount of pre-come, but his cock is long, at least 9 inches, and Eddie groans at the thought of having it shoved so deep inside of him he feels it in his throat.
Buck keens as Eddie begins to stroke him over his underwear, his hips moving in tandem with Eddie's hand. Eddie reaches up with his other hand and slips it into Buck’s hair, tugging until Buck’s face is in front of him, his lips ghosting over Buck's.
Eddie presses a gentle kiss to his lips. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Buck’s eyes flutter as his hips thrust into Eddie's hand one final time and then he’s spilling hot and wet inside his underwear.
Watching Buck climax, feeling his cock twitch and pulse under his hand as Buck milks himself, his lips parted in pleasure as he groans into the space between them - it’s intoxicating.
Eddie crashes their mouths together. Buck moans as their tongues slide against each other, Eddie taking and taking and taking until his lungs scream for air and he has to pull back. Buck slumps forward, his head resting on Eddie’s shoulder as he pants heavily, the rush of his orgasm fading.
“God, Eddie …”
Eddie chuckles as he strokes Buck’s hair gently. “If I blew your mind with a quick handjob, just wait until I fuck you.”
Buck shudders and groans against him. “Fuck.”
Eddie pulls his hand out of Buck’s pants, wiping away the dampness on his jean-clad thigh, the musky scent of sex heady in the air around them, making Eddie's head spin.
“You know I still remember the feel of your body moving against me that night at the club? The night we started to become friends?” Eddie murmurs into Buck's ear, delighting in the way he shivers. “God I wanted you so badly.”
“Could’ve had me.” Buck breathes out, the warmth of his breath puffing out against the skin on the side of Eddie’s neck.
“Oh I know,” Eddie chuckles darkly, “You were so desperate for it. For me.”
He nips at Buck’s earlobe, just like he had that night. “I’ve dreamt of that night so many times, of your body against mine, letting me take what I want from you, like your body is just an instrument for me to find pleasure in.” His fingers sink into Buck’s hair, pulling until Buck’s head is tilted back and the long column of his neck is exposed. Buck’s skin glistens with sweat and Eddie wastes no time as he leans in and licks a line up Buck’s neck, humming in satisfaction at the salty taste.
Buck swallows thickly, a low moan leaving his lips. “Yes.”
“But in my dreams I don’t walk away from you, I stay.” Eddie nips at his pulse point, soothing it with a kiss. “Fuck, I was an idiot for leaving you that night.”
“Nghh - as sexually frustrating as it - ah - it was - I think that things - that things worked out for the best.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
“Yeah I - fuck - I like that we became friends first before - before we got to - to this.”
Eddie feels a warmth spread through his chest as his love for Buck swells, filling every inch of his heart until he’s certain it’s going to burst. He gently clasps Buck's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing the faint stubble along his jawline as he leans in to whisper softly against Buck’s lips.
“I like that too.”
Their lips meet in a soft and sweet kiss, Eddie tasting the warmth and love in Buck’s smile. It’s a stark contrast to how they were devouring each other only moments before - raw and desperate from years of pent up lust and longing. That desire is still there, idling just beneath the surface of his skin, it’s flames licking along his spine, a constant thrum of need and want for the man in front of him.
As they break apart, Eddie rests his forehead against Buck’s. “I love you.”
Buck smiles softly, his fingers tracing the curve of Eddie’s jaw. “I love you too.” His fingers slide into Eddie’s hair and pull him closer, his mouth capturing Eddie’s in a kiss that has the fire inside of him burning hot again.
Buck nips at his bottom lip once, twice, before pulling away, a beautiful cocky smirk curving his mouth. “Now take me to the bedroom and fuck me.”
Eddie growls and all but drags Buck down the hallway.
They make it to the bedroom and Eddie pushes Buck onto the bed, quickly stripping off Buck’s pants before removing his own clothes sans underwear while Buck pulls his shirt over his head.
He turns to Buck, drinking in the sight of him lying on his bed in nothing but his come stained underwear, waiting for Eddie. It takes his breath away, his heart swelling with love and adoration for this man he is now lucky enough to call his own.
Without wasting any time, Eddie climbs onto the bed and straddles Buck's hips. He looks down at his best friend as he runs his hands over Buck's chest, feeling every muscle beneath his fingers. Buck is big and strong already, but he’d mentioned to Eddie that he wanted to get bigger. The thought of more Buck has Eddie almost salivating.
He leans down to capture Buck's lips in a deep kiss again, while grinding against him, feeling their cocks rubbing together through the thin fabric of their boxers. Buck moans into the kiss and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss even further. Their bodies move together creating sparks of pleasure with each dirty grind.
“Fuck. I want to take you apart slowly,” Eddie says, the words tumbling out in a rush, his voice low and rough with desire, “spend an agonising amount of time showing you just how much I love you.”
His gaze locks with Buck’s as he continues. “But right now I feel like if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna die. I just,” he licks his lips and ducks his head feeling heat beginning to bloom high in his cheeks, “I want our first time together to be, I dunno, special.”
“Hey,” Buck brings a hand up to caress Eddie’s cheek, his fingers scraping along stubble, “it doesn’t matter if our first time is slow and missionary style or rough and dirty against a wall,” Buck replies, Eddie’s cock twitching at the mental image, “you could bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I can’t stand and it’s still going to be special because it’s you and me.” He leans up to kiss Eddie softly on the lips.
“I love you.” Eddie says, gazing into blue eyes.
Buck’s hands run up into Eddie’s hair, “I love you too,” he says, fingers digging into the soft strands. “Now what’s it gonna be? Slow and sweet or rough and dirty?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Rough and dirty. I’ve got the rest of our lives to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as I make love to you.” Eddie says, beginning to trail kisses down Buck’s throat.
Buck moans, turning his head to allow Eddie more access. “Rest of our lives,” he pants, “I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Because now that I finally have you, I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Buck.” Eddie seals his lips over Buck’s pulse point and sucks, drawing the blood to the surface. A physical claim to match his verbal one.
Buck arches up, hips seeking friction against Eddie’s. “Yours, nghh, always yours.”
Eddie breaks away from the hickey he’s just adorned on Buck’s skin and begins to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down Buck's chest. He takes one of Buck's nipples into his mouth and sucks on it gently, Buck arching up into the sensation and letting out a guttural moan that sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. He nips at the hardened nub, soothing it with his tongue before moving to the other one.
Eddie's lips and teeth dance over Buck’s skin, continuing their exploration. Buck's breathing quickens as Eddie slides down, his lips brushing against the band of Buck’s damp underwear. He reaches up and slowly pushes them down Buck’s thighs, sliding them off his legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Buck gasps as the cool air hits his cock, hard and slick with pre-come. Eddie’s mouth waters at the sight of it.
Without warning he takes the tip of Buck’s cock into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it with a pop.
“Fuck, Eddie, please.” Buck whines, hips bucking slightly to get Eddie’s mouth back on him.
Eddie chuckles lowly as he pulls back, standing up to quickly take off his own underwear. He reaches down and stokes himself, eyes wandering over the delectable picture Buck makes, naked and sprawled out on Eddie’s bed.
“You’re beautiful.” Eddie breathes out, his voice dripping with awe.
How’d he get so lucky to have Buck here like this, breathless and begging?
Buck's cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as he blushes, like the first rays of a sunrise, the color slowly spreading down his neck and across his chest. The desire to press his lips to every inch of pink skin is strong, but the need to be inside Buck is stronger.
Eddie gives his cock one last pump before he reaches over to his bedside table, pulling out a half-used bottle of lube and a condom. He drops the condom down on the bed beside Buck and pops the cap of the lube open, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before discarding it off to the side with the condom for later.
He settles himself between Buck’s legs, Buck already having placed a pillow under his hips while Eddie was grabbing the lube, to allow Eddie better access.
“Gonna open you up now okay, baby?” Eddie murmurs as he slowly begins to circle his finger around Buck’s entrance.
“Yeah, yeah.” Buck's breathes and then Eddie starts to slide a finger into him.
Buck is warm and tight around his finger and Eddie can’t wait until he can bury his cock inside him. He gives Buck a moment to adjust before he begins to work him open, applying pressure and twisting his digit gently, eliciting moans and whimpers of pleasure from Buck.
Eddie smirks at him wickedly before leaning in and taking Buck's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head in a slow circle that has Buck throwing his head back with a cry.
“Eddie!”
Eddie runs his tongue down Buck's shaft, licking and kissing every inch of him while simultaneously working a second finger into him. Eddie reaches the base of Buck’s cock and applies the smallest amount of suction, before licking back up to the head and taking it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the silky skin.
Buck is lost in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he instinctively grabs onto Eddie's head, fingers tangling in his hair. Eddie eventually gets a third finger inside Buck, pulling his mouth off of his cock before curling one of them to graze Buck’s prostate.
Buck arches off the bed as if electricity is coursing through him, a wanton moan leaving his lips. His fingers pull tightly on Eddie’s hair, toeing that beautiful line between pleasure and pain that has Eddie’s cock throbbing.
“M’ready.” Buck whines. “Please, please, Eddie.”
And who is Eddie to resist when Buck begs so sweetly? He removes his fingers and wipes them on the sheet, moving to blanket Buck’s body with his own as his mouth captures Buck’s in a kiss. It’s wet and filthy, Eddie groaning into it as their cocks slide against each other. He could easily come from this, but they both want more tonight.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against Buck’s lips, “Turn over. On your hands and knees.”
Eddie didn’t think it possible, but Buck’s eyes grow even darker, blazing like blue fire and filled with a desperate hunger that has Eddie’s throat going dry. Buck eagerly scrambles to do as Eddie’s asked, his back slightly arched as he presents himself to Eddie. He’s a fucking vision.
“Gorgeous.” Eddie says as he shuffles forward on his knees, reaching out to trail his fingertips down Buck’s spine, watching as a shiver runs through him.
When his hands reach Buck’s hips, Eddie grips them and squeezes before moving further down to palm the soft warm flesh of Buck’s ass cheeks. He pulls them apart and watches as Buck’s glistening hole clenches around nothing.
Buck's hands grip the sheets tightly, his hips rocking back into Eddie’s hands. “Eddie, please, I-I need you inside me.”
“Shhh, I’ve got you sweetheart.” Eddie promises, leaning forward to drop a tender kiss to Buck’s spine before straightening up and grabbing the condom.
He tears it open with his teeth, stroking his cock to spread the precome over himself before rolling it down his length. He shuffles in closer and presses the head of his cock against Buck's rim, both of them groaning as Eddie slowly begins to push inside.
Buck’s breath hitches, causing Eddie to pause and give him a moment to adjust, but then Buck rocks his hips back and that’s all the encouragement Eddie needs before continuing to push forward until his hips are flush with the warmth of Buck’s skin.
Buck is hot and tight around Eddie, hugging his cock so perfectly like a velvet glove. Eddie's eyes flutter closed as he gives himself a moment to lose himself in the sensation of finally being buried inside Buck, without you know, actually losing himself and coming embarrassingly fast.
He’s thought of being buried inside Buck like this before, during different stages of their relationship. He imagined bending Buck over and teaching him some manners after their first couple of interactions and he’s thankful to his past self for holding onto control and not giving into the lust and desire that’s always clawed at him to be freed when Buck is involved. Because being with Buck like this, with all this trust, friendship and love between them, Eddie knows it’s so much better.
He slowly begins to move, thrusting slowly to allow Buck time to acclimate to the sensation of being filled. Buck mewls as he tries to fuck himself onto Eddie’s cock, but the grip Eddie has on his hips is preventing him from getting what he wants.
"Eddie, please," Buck begs, his voice coming out like a sob. “Harder. Fuck me, make me yours."
The words have a possessive snarl rippling through Eddie as he pulls back before thrusting forward hard, his hips slamming into Buck's rounded ass with a force that sends Buck’s body jolting forward as he cries out in pleasure. His inner walls clamp down around Eddie, sending jolts of electricity through them both.
"Fuck, Buck," Eddie growls, his hands gripping Buck's hips harder and holding him steady while he fucks into him like a man possessed. He watches with satisfaction as Buck’s ass jiggles when his hips smack against him again and again. "You feel so fucking good."
Buck moans in response, his hands gripping the sheets tighter, knuckles turning white as his body trembles with every thrust. The smell of sex fills the air, a heavy scent that permeates the room like a heady perfume as their bodies move together. The mattress creaks under their weight, adding to the sensual symphony of skin slapping against skin and the soft moans and gasps escaping from Buck’s lips as he thrusts back against Eddie.
Eddie feels stripped raw, like he is nothing but primal alpha male instincts, focused on nothing else aside from fucking and claiming. He trails a hand down Buck’s sweat slick back and up into his hair, grabbing a fist full and tugging Buck’s head back roughly as he continues to fuck into him.
“This what you wanted, baby?”
“Yes!” Buck shouts, his voice hoarse with desire as he arches his back to meet Eddie's thrusts with increasing desperation.
Eddie fucks into him faster and harder, driving into Buck's ass with a merciless rhythm that has the other man whimpering. Eddie adjusts the angle slightly and he knows he’s hit his mark when Buck cries out, hole clenching around Eddie like a vice.
“Ah fuck!”
"That's it, let me feel you," Eddie growls as he continues to nail Buck’s prostate, the gasps and cries leaving Buck’s mouth a sweet symphony, Eddie his conductor.
"Eddie, I'm close," Buck gasps, his right hand releasing its death grip on the sheets to reach between his legs and wrap around his cock, stroking himself in time with each of Eddie’s thrusts.
Eddie releases the grip he has on Buck’s hair and leans over, his mouth seeking out Buck's ear, "Let go, Buck.” Eddie growls, licking and nipping at Buck’s earlobe, “I wanna feel you come."
Buck’s body trembles and then he’s crying out Eddie’s name, muscles clamping down around Eddie as his orgasm rips through him.
It’s all too intense, the physical sensation of Buck’s muscles squeezing Eddie’s cock, the fucking delicious sounds Buck is making as Eddie fucks him through his orgasm and the fact that it’s Buck.
His Buck.
Buck. Buck. Buck
“Buck!”
Eddie can barely breathe with how hard his own orgasm shoots through him. It feels like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning, everything within him lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. He gasps, and holds onto Buck’s hips for dear life as he rides out the waves of pleasure washing over him.
He fucks into Buck lazily as they both come down from their high, slowly pulling out when Buck whines that it’s becoming too much. He removes the condom and ties it off, discarding it in the trash can next to the bed before moving back to kiss Buck's shoulder blade, the muscles quivering under his touch. Buck rolls onto his back and if Eddie thought he looked beautiful before, freshly fucked Buck is otherworldly.
His face and chest are flushed a pretty rosy pink and his hair is a mess, sweaty blonde strands beginning to curl. His eyes are soft like a spring sky and he’s wearing a smile that feels warmer than a ray of sunshine.
Eddie lets his eyes rake over Buck’s body, that primal possessive part of him purring in satisfaction at the sight of Buck laying covered in his own come, happy and sated, because of him.
“Fuck, Eddie, you gotta stop looking at me like that. I’m not twenty one anymore, I need a minute.”
Eddie chuckles, “Sorry,” he leans forward to kiss Buck sweetly on the lips, “you’re just so beautiful and I’m so lucky I get to call you mine.”
Buck whines and maybe another time Eddie would make fun of him for it, but not now, not when he’s naked, exposed and the most vulnerable he’s ever been with Eddie. Not when the sound is accompanied by blue eyes shining with love, want and tears.
He brings a hand up to cradle Buck’s jaw, thumb stroking the soft, barley there stubble on his cheek. “You’re mine, Evan Buckley.”
He kisses Buck again, this one slow and tender, letting all the love Eddie feels for him pour into Buck. Each brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue drips with adoration, devotion and desire. He wants his love to paint the canvas of Buck’s heart, his signature neatly scrawled at the bottom.
“I love you,” Eddie whispers against Buck’s lips, gently nudging his nose against Buck’s.
Buck's answering smile feels like coming home.
“I love you too. You and Chris, you’re my world, Eds.”
“I know, baby,” Eddie places a soft kiss on Buck’s birthmark, “you’re ours too.”
They lay there sharing sweet soft kisses until the sweaty and sticky post sex feeling becomes too much to ignore and they finally get up to shower. Eddie lets Buck go first, laying out an old shirt, some underwear and a pair of Buck’s sweatpants that live here permanently, out for him.
When Buck comes back to the bedroom in nothing but a towel, water droplets still clinging to his skin, Eddie almost pushes him back down onto the bed so he can lick the water away. Buck, the asshole, winks at him like he knows exactly what Eddie is thinking, chuckling to himself as Eddie quickly flees to the safety of the bathroom.
When Eddie pads back into the bedroom, Buck is nowhere to be found, but there are fresh clothes laid out on the bed for him like he’d done for Buck. It’s such a simple thing, but it has Eddie feeling loved and cared for. He dresses quickly, pausing in the doorway before quickly ducking back into the room to pocket the lube and a condom, just in case.
He finds Buck on the couch, settled in and looking like he belongs there, like he’s always belonged there. Eddie takes a moment to just look at him, at this big beautiful man who has an even bigger heart, who turned Eddie’s life upside down in the best possible way. He looks at Buck and he loves and he loves and he loves and he doesn’t have to hide it anymore.
“Thought we could watch a movie, seeing as it’s not too late. Something that isn’t PG and doesn’t involve any singing animals.” Buck says as he scrolls through Netflix.
“You thinking big explosions, murder mystery or romcom?”
Eddie sits down next to Buck, closer than he ever has before, his body slotting effortlessly beside Buck’s frame like a puzzle piece. Buck lifts his arm to drape it over the back of the couch and Eddie’s shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world, his hand resting on Eddie’s bicep, a warm and comforting weight. Eddie’s stomach swoops, the butterflies he’s always felt when being this close to Buck fluttering about in a frenzy. He snuggles in closer, wiggling down a bit until he can comfortably lay his head against Buck’s shoulder.
Buck places a kiss to the top of his head. “Big explosions and an extremely ridiculous car chase scene.”
“Action movie it is.”
They pick the latest Fast and Furious movie, knowing it's going to be absolutely absurd but the movies have become a bit of a guilty pleasure for them both.
It feels like any other movie night with Buck, except for the closer proximity that has Eddie’s heart dancing in happiness. He’s thought of this before, of cuddling with Buck on the couch and watching a movie together. His imagination has nothing on the real thing though.
Buck is a warm presence beside him, his arm like a weighted blanket draped over Eddie - grounding and comforting. This close to Buck, Eddie can smell the citrusy vanilla scent of Buck’s shampoo that has a permanent place in the Diaz bathroom. He wants to bury his nose into Buck’s curls and inhale deeply, letting the scent permanently scar his lungs so that it lingers with every breath he takes. He wants to burrow into Buck’s warmth and let himself be held by his big strong arms, safe and treasured. He wants so much and it still doesn't feel real that he gets to have.
Eddie tries to clear his mind and focus on the movie, but the constant thrum of want becomes harder and harder to ignore. It’s like all the lust and desire that he’s felt for Buck over the years but tried to lock away is coming back with a vengeance now that he can do something about it (and is allowing himself to). Buck’s fingers have been absentmindedly drawing patterns on his bicep for the past 10 minutes and Eddie feels like he’s about to snap from such a small touch, a familiar heat igniting in his gut. His body feels like a tripwire, pulled taut and waiting for that inevitable moment when something sets it off and everything springs into action.
The movie plays in the background, but all Eddie can hear is the thudding of his own heart and the sound of his breath as he breathes deeply, trying to temper the fire building under his skin. Buck seems to be enjoying the movie and Eddie doesn’t want to turn it off just because he’s getting worked up and would really like to climb into Buck’s lap and ride him until Buck’s come is leaking out of him (they need to get tested asap so they can ditch the condoms because Eddie really likes that image).
Finally the movie ends and Eddie is in Buck’s lap, smashing their mouths together in a desperate kiss before the first credit has faded. Buck responds eagerly, letting out a low, guttural sound that vibrates through Eddie's body. One of his hands immediately tangles itself in Eddie’s hair, the other coming up to wrap around Eddie’s back and pull him closer as he parts his mouth to allow Eddie’s tongue to slip in.
Eddie breaks the kiss only to begin making his way down Buck’s neck, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of skin they can reach.
“Wanna ride you,” Eddie says as he pulls aside the collar of Buck’s shirt and mouths at his collarbone, “get you so deep I can feel you in my throat.”
“Jesus, Eddie”
Buck drops his head back on a groan and Eddie uses the opportunity to latch his mouth onto Buck’s exposed neck. Buck’s hips twitch up, hands coming to grab onto Eddie’s ass, squeezing hard and pulling Eddie to grind down against him. Eddie pants heavily into Buck’s neck and lets Buck guide their bodies in a delicious rhythm that has them both hard and aching.
Eddie’s not twenty anymore, but Buck has a hunger burning inside him that has him feeling young and insatiable. He’s already had Buck twice tonight but he wants more. Craves more.
He finds Buck’s mouth and kisses him, wet and with probably too much tongue, before he forces his body out of Buck’s arms and off his lap. Buck pouts, a disappointed whine escaping his lips as he reaches for Eddie, but if Eddie wants Buck’s cock rearranging his insides, they need to move things along.
“I’m coming back,” Eddie reassures him, stripping off his tank top and tossing it to the floor, “just getting rid of our clothes.”
“You always did have good ideas.” Buck says as he rips off his shirt and then in one swift and fluid movement, shucks off his pants and underwear until he’s sitting naked on the couch, his right hand coming to lazily stroke his impressive length.
God, Eddie can’t wait to feel that inside him.
Eddie steps out of his sweats, “I’ll be sure to tell Bobby you said that”
“Babe,” Buck whines in complaint, “don’t mention Bobby when I’ve got a hand on my dick.”
A laugh bubbles out of him which just has Buck’s lips puckering into an adorable pout. Eddie bends down and reaches into the pocket of his discarded sweats and grabs the lube and condom he pocketed earlier, standing up with a triumphant grin on his face as he holds them up for Buck to see.
Buck’s wrist moves upwards over his cock in a tantalisingly slow stroke, his pout transforming into a wolfish grin when he sees what Eddie is holding.
“Like I said, good ideas.”
Buck extends the hand not occupied with his cock out towards Eddie, and like a moth to a flame Eddie goes, drawn to the mesmerising glow that radiates around Buck. If Eddie believed in it, he’d say it was Buck’s aura, bright and all consuming like a supernova.
He settles himself back into Buck’s lap, sighing at the warm touch of their skin pressing together. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this, of Buck. Each taste he gets just leaves him wanting more. Maybe having Buck buried inside of him will help calm this incessant need that’s set up residence under his skin.
Eddie uncaps the lube and squirts a generous amount on his fingers and then reaches back between his cheeks to begin opening himself up. A strangled moan rips out of Buck, his eyes wide and wild as he watches Eddie.
“God, Eddie.”
Eddie replies with a smile and a kiss, resting his forehead against Buck’s as he adds another finger, wincing at the slight burn. He knows he’s rushing a little, but he wants Buck inside him so desperately and to be honest, he doesn’t mind the burn (it never lasts long enough to be a discomfort).
Buck presses kisses along Eddie’s jaw, murmuring soft words of encouragement and praise as he wraps his large hand around both their cocks, Eddie moaning as he strokes upwards. It’s a little dry, but then Buck gathers their pre come and spreads it over their lengths, creating a nice slick slide that feels so fucking good. The hot press of Buck’s cock against his own, the feeling of Buck’s hand wrapped around them stroking them slowly, and his own fingers pumping in and out of his hole is almost too much.
Eddie works a third finger into himself and spreads them, purposely avoiding searching for his prostate because he’s already wound up and he really really wants to come on Buck’s cock.
Eddie nudges his nose against Buck’s. “M’ready.” He reaches down to the couch cushion and grabs the condom, ripping it open.
Buck stops jacking them off and places both his hands on Eddie’s hips. His right one is sticky from their precome but Eddie doesn’t mind; they’re about to get a whole lot stickier. He rolls the condom down over Buck’s length, giving him a few pumps, loving the little gasp of pleasure Buck releases.
Eddie lifts up onto his knees and with one hand on Buck’s shoulder and the other wrapped around Buck’s cock, he guides him to his entrance. Buck swears, his hands like a vice on Eddie’s hips, holding him tightly as he slowly sinks down.
“Oh fuck.” Eddie moans, his eyes screwing shut as he bottoms out.
He feels like he’s been impaled, every delicious inch of Buck’s cock pressing against his inner walls, stretching him open. Fuck, he’s never felt so goddamn full before. Eddie clenches around Buck and delights in the groan of pleasure that slips out of him.
Buck drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder. “Shit, you feel so fucking good, Eds.”
His fingers squeeze Eddie’s hips and Eddie can feel how the muscles in his thighs are trembling, most likely from holding himself back from thrusting up into the tight heat of Eddie’s hole.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Buck,” Eddie whispers into Buck's ear and then he's slowly rising up and sinking back down again, the slow drag of Buck’s cock inside him feeling absolutely fucking delicous.
He keeps the pace leisurely for a while, tangling his hands in Buck’s hair and swallowing down every grunt and moan with slow sensual kisses. Buck’s hands run up and down Eddie’s back and shoulders, never lingering too long in one place, as if he can’t decide where he wants to touch him.
Eddie rolls his hips forward sharply, earning a loud grunt from Buck. Eddie smirks and does it again, but this time Buck is expecting it and meets him with a buck of his own hips, effectively wiping the smirk off of Eddie’s face as Buck’s cock brushes up against his prostate.
“Ohhhh,” He buries his face into Buck’s shoulder as Buck keeps rolling his hips upwards in a pace that’s just this side of too slow for what Eddie’s craving.
”Buck, I need—”
”Mmm what do you need, baby?”
‘Fuck, I need - ah - need you to fuck me.”
”I am fucking you.”
Eddie mewls, high and needy and he'd probably be embarrassed about it but his mind is too clouded with need. Need for Buck.
”Harder. Need you to fuck me harder. Wanna be reminded of who I belong to every time I sit down.”
As if a switch had been flipped, Buck slips his hands underneath Eddie’s thighs and abruptly stands up, his cock still buried deep within Eddie.
Holy fuck.
Eddie wraps his legs around Buck’s hips as a jolt of excitement and exhilaration rushes throughout his body, his heart racing as Buck carries him towards the nearest wall, strong arms holding him up effortlessly like Eddie weighs nothing at all.
It’s so fucking hot.
Buck pins Eddie against the wall roughly with a deep growl, hips drawing back only to snap upwards as he fucks into Eddie’s hole with a force that punches a loud wanton moan from Eddie’s throat.
“Oh fuck!”
Eddie's hands cling to Buck's shoulders, his fingers digging into the taut skin, leaving marks that would undoubtedly remain long after tonight. He feels like his whole body is on fire, the hot flames of pleasure dancing over his skin and curling hot in his gut.
Eddie likes being in control in the bedroom but fuck, he didn’t think it’d feel this good to have someone else take the reins. He’s never trusted someone enough to let them fully take control like this. He feels like he’s flying, weightless and free, breath catching in his throat with each of Buck’s thrusts.
“You're so fucking perfect," Buck growls, his hands gripping Eddie's thighs tightly.
Eddie moans and whimpers as Buck continues to fuck him against the rough plaster, his voice hoarse and strained as he begs Buck for more more more. He’s lost in a whirlwind of sensation, every nerve ending on fire as the weight of Buck's body presses against him, trapping him.
He’s completely at Buck’s mercy and he fucking loves it. Loves the manly show of strength and the way he can feel Buck’s muscles rippling and straining under his hands. Buck could do whatever the fuck he wanted right now, could throw Eddie around and rough him up, but he won’t and fuck, it makes the whole thing even sexier. Because Buck is this big beautiful block of a man yet he’s so fucking gentle with the best fucking heart and jesus, Eddie just loves him so fucking much.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Buck groans, burying his face into Eddie’s neck, nipping at his skin.
Buck pulls him away from the wall, Eddie’s arms wrapping tightly around Buck’s neck as he carries Eddie over to the dining table and lays him down on top of it, never breaking their connection. Unwrapping Eddie’s legs from around his waist, Buck drapes them over his shoulders, fucking into Eddie with a fierce determination, eliciting cries of pleasure and pain from him.
"Fuck, yes!" Eddie cries out, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Don't stop, don't stop."
The table gives an ominous groan but Eddie is too lost in ecstasy to care. The new angle allows Buck to drive his cock even deeper, hitting Eddie’s prostate on almost every thrust and Eddie swears when he looks down he can see the bulge of Buck’s cock in his stomach each time he fucks into him.
Buck doubles his efforts and drives into him with such force that it has the table legs scraping across the floor.
“Fucking look at you. Split open on my cock like you were fucking made for it.”
Eddie feels a familiar heat begin to curl in the pit of his stomach and he goes to reach for his cock but Buck grabs both his wrists and pins them on the table beside his head as he looms over him.
“No,” he growls out, “if you’re gonna come, you’ll do it on nothing but my cock.”
Eddie doesn't know whether to moan because holy shit Buck is so fucking hot like this, or sob because his cock is aching and he’s been denied some much needed friction.
Buck continues to fuck into him, wild and urgent, and it’s too much too much too much. But then Buck shifts and his next thrust hits Eddie’s prostate, front and fucking center, and has strangled noise clawing out of Eddie’s throat.
Eddie arches his back and cries out as his orgasm rips through him, head thudding back against the table, but he’s too blissed out to feel any pain. Buck’s hands on his wrists ground him as he rides wave after wave of pleasure, Buck’s name a mantra on his lips.
Buck thrusts into him once, twice, three times and then he’s stilling and finding his own release, moan muffled into the sweat slick skin of Eddie’s shoulder. He collapses against Eddie's trembling body, their chests heaving as they catch their breath.
“Holy shit.”
Buck chuckles, placing a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder before propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Eddie. Buck is breathless and flushed, his lips spit slick and slightly swollen and he’s smiling so sweetly like he didn’t just blow Eddie’s entire world with the best sex he’s ever had.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Eddie says breathlessly, running a shaking hand through the sweaty curls atop Buck’s head. “Not that I’m complaining, it was so fucking hot.”
Eddie spots a light blush appear on Buck’s cheeks before the man ducks his head, forehead coming to rest against Eddie’s sternum. “I dunno, you just — you drive me crazy, Eds.” Buck murmurs into Eddie’s skin, following it up with a few soft kisses.
“Feeling’s mutual.” Eddie replies, feeling the curve of Buck’s smile against his chest. “I’m glad we don’t have a shift tomorrow cos my ass is definitely going to be sore.”
Buck’s head snaps up, his beautiful blue eyes wide with worry. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Eddie’s heart flutters as he smiles up at Buck, “No sweetheart, you didn’t hurt me.” He continues to run his fingers through Buck’s hair. “Just fucked me really good.”
“Mmm you fucked me really good too.” Buck shifts so he can reach Eddie’s mouth, kissing him gently. The shift also causes his softened cock to slip free which has both of them pulling away from the kiss in a grimace.
“God I hate this part of sex.” Eddie says as Buck removes the condom and looks around for a bin.
The closest trash can is in the kitchen and Eddie is half tempted to tell Buck to just drop it on the floor or something because he doesn’t want to part from him, but he shares this space with his son and even though he and Buck just fucked on the table, it’s the mental image of a used condom on the floor that has him cringing.
“Be right back.” Buck says, flashing him a boyish smile and then he’s disappearing into the kitchen to dispose of the condom.
The table lets out a loud groan as Eddie sits up and scoots himself closer to the edge so he can stand. He’s thankful the table held out under both their weight. He doesn’t need to add a sore back to his list of aches. Not that the ache in his ass is bad. It’s more of a pleasant ache, like the way your muscles are sore the day after a good gym session.
Buck pads back into the room in all his naked glory, soft cock swaying as he walks. “I know we didn’t talk about sexual preferences or anything before you jumped me and things escalated from there, but I take it you like to switch?”
“I didn’t jump you.” Eddie protests as Buck comes to stand before him, an amused come on look on his face. “Okay I kind of jumped you. Shut up.” Eddie says as he pushes Buck’s shoulder playfully.
Buck laughs, grabbing Eddie’s hand to thread their fingers together. “You’re adorable.” He kisses the back of Eddie’s hand sweetly. “So do you have a preference or do you just go with whatever you’re feeling in the moment?”
“I just go with the flow usually. Though I’ve uh,” Eddie swallows thickly, suddenly feeling nervous about sharing the next part, “never given up control like that before with anyone during sex. Just you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. My sexual history is Shanon and a bunch of random hook ups, a boyfriend here and there that never lasted more than a few weeks. Never long enough for me to want to be that vulnerable with them.” Eddie lifts his gaze to look into Buck’s eyes, seeing so much love looking back at him. “But you? I trust you with my life, with my son. Of course I trust you with this part of me.”
Buck’s eyes turn glassy, his face open and awe struck and Eddie knows what trusting Buck with this means to him. Knows that no romantic or sexual partner has ever handed Buck the most vulnerable parts of themselves because no one has ever stayed long enough to build that kind of trust.
No one except Eddie.
Being friends before becoming more really is as amazing as people claim.
“I love you.” Buck says softly, bringing their joined hands to rest against his chest over his heart.
“I love you too.” Eddie smiles, feeling the thump thump thump of Buck’s heartbeat under their hands. “What about you?” He asks, “Do you have a preference?”
Buck shakes his head minutely, “Nah, I’m an equal opportunitist kinda guy.” Eddie nods as Buck steps closer, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “Wanna grope each other in the shower and then cuddle in bed?”
Eddie snorts, “Romantic,” but when Buck pulls him towards the bathroom with a wiggle of his eyebrows, that stupid cocky grin on his face, Eddie follows after him. Because of course he does.
He’ll always follow Buck.
They squeeze themselves into the shower, barely enough room for two fully grown muscular men, but they make it work, taking turns washing each other. Buck does end up groping him in the shower, but Eddie just swats him in the chest with a loofah, their laughter echoing off of the tiles.
They get dried and dressed into sleep pants, both opting to sleep shirtless, and then work together to change the sheets before settling into bed side by side like they’ve been doing it their whole lives.
“I’m kind of terrified I’m going to wake up and this will all be a dream.” Buck whispers into the dark room, his arms tightening around Eddie like he’s going to disappear.
Eddie snuggles deeper into Buck’s chest, feeling like an overly affectionate cat. It honestly wouldn’t shock him if he started purring right now. Buck is so big and comfortable and with Eddie’s head on his chest, he can hear Buck’s heartbeat, a soft steady rhythm that is drawing him closer to slumber.
“S’real, sweetheart,” he reassures Buck sleepily, speech already beginning to slur, “promise.”
He feels a kiss being pressed to the top of his head and before sleep drags him under.
Eddie wakes up to the warmth and comfort of Buck’s arms wrapped around his middle and the steady rise and fall of Buck’s chest against his back, his boyfriend’s soft breath tickling the back of his neck where Buck’s face is tucked in close.
Boyfriend.
They didn’t talk last night about what term they’re both comfortable using to address each other as, but Eddie really likes the idea of calling Buck his boyfriend.
Buck mumbles something incoherent in his sleep, his arms squeezing Eddie, and while he loves being wrapped in the warmth and safety Buck’s arms provide, said arms are resting just over his bladder and there’s only so much pressure he can take. He would very much like to avoid the embarrassment of wetting the bed their first morning together, thank you very much.
Careful not to wake him, Eddie gingerly extricates himself from out of Buck’s arms. He winces as he feels a sharp twinge of discomfort in his ass, a reminder of how well Buck fucked him last night.
He makes his way to the bathroom, trying to ignore the lingering soreness as he relieves himself. As he’s washing his hands his stomach groans, the tell-tale nauseous feeling of an empty stomach crashing into him.
He pokes his head back into the bedroom, careful not to disturb Buck, who is still fast asleep, then makes his way to the kitchen, his bare feet padding silently across the hardwood floor.
Cooking has never been Eddie’s strong suit, but he wants to do something special for Buck, and who doesn't appreciate breakfast in bed? Eddie knows how to make toast without burning it and can operate the coffee machine without issue. He’s got this.
He snacks on some strawberries as he waits for the toast to pop and the coffee to brew, making sure to cut and place the ripest and juiciest looking strawberries in a small bowl, just in case Buck wants some too. As the aroma of fresh coffee fills the room, Eddie arranges everything onto the only tray he has, an old wooden one his Abuelo made that Abuela gave to Eddie the first time Chris had been bedridden with the flu.
Once everything is ready, Eddie carefully balances the tray in his hands and walks back down the hall to his bedroom where he finds Buck awake, sitting up and looking a little dazed.
“You okay?” Eddie asks, concerned.
“Yeah, just uh woke up and you weren’t there. Kinda started to freak out a little that I’d dreamt it all.” Buck replies with a sheepish grin.
“Last night was 100% real.” Eddie assures him, smiling warmly. He places the tray of food on the bed before leaning over to give Buck a quick peck on the lips. “I have the sore ass to prove it.” Eddie adds with a chuckle.
Buck laughs along with him, his eyes raking shamelessly over Eddie's body. “I can’t believe I finally slept with you.”
“Only took you three years.” Eddie quips, stealing another quick kiss. “Good job, babe.”
Buck smiles at him, all soft and gooey and oozing love. “Yeah well, it took that long to wear you down.”
Eddie barks a laugh feeling so much light and joy bubbling up inside of him. "You know me," he says with a teasing grin, "I can be pretty stubborn sometimes."
Buck playfully rolls his eyes and leans in for another kiss. "You? Never," he murmurs against Eddie's lips.
Eddie captures Buck’s lips in a kiss, the sweet taste of strawberries drowning out Buck’s morning breath. “Come on, breakfast,” Buck opens his mouth to protest but Eddie holds up a hand to stop him, “trust me, you’re going to need the energy for what I have planned afterwards.” He winks, enjoying the stunned expression on Buck’s face.
“Care to uh,” Buck clears his throat and Eddie can see a slight blush painting his cheeks, “share your plans with the class?”
Eddie makes a faux thinking face as he picks up his coffee mug (the one with a picture of Buck and Chris at the zoo with a boa constrictor draped over their shoulders), humming softly.
“Maybe.”
He takes a sip of his coffee, making a show of slowly licking his lip after he’s swallowed, Buck’s eyes zeroing in on the movement.
“After breakfast.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.” Bucks says with a smile all soft and warm like the first golden rays of sunlight in the morning. Eddie can’t help but lean in and taste it.
Buck hums into the kiss. “Any chance I can persuade you to move your plans forward?” He begins kissing his way along Eddie’s jaw and then down his neck.
“Mmm I think - ah - I think I can move some things around.”
And then Buck is pulling Eddie down on top of him, mug off coffee carefully placed on the bedside table, tray of breakfast long forgotten.
All that exists right now for Eddie is the man underneath him. Warm, beautiful and all-consuming, with a soul that burns so brightly like a wildfire - drawing you in with the flickering wispy orange and yellow hues of its flames.
And if Evan Buckley is a wildfire, Eddie Diaz is more than happy to dance in his flames.