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one.
The first time it happens, it’s Tommy’s fault. Maybe that’s unfair, all things considered, but Eddie certainly isn’t going to blame Buck for it. And Eddie’s single, so it can’t be his fault. But Tommy sent Buck a dick pic while Buck was at Eddie’s house, so Eddie feels justified in blaming Tommy for everything that happened after.
It’s late on a Tuesday night, and Buck is over, socked feet on Eddie’s coffee table, telling Eddie all about the mating habits of Satanic leaf-tailed geckos. They’re a couple beers in – Eddie’s got a pleasant buzz going on – when Buck’s phone vibrates on the table. He’s been texting Tommy all evening, which isn’t really a surprise, but Eddie’s kind of annoyed at the interruption. Not that he normally cares that much about geckos, mind you, but Buck makes everything interesting, and Eddie wants to hear more about the different ways they can camouflage themselves. Buck takes a sip of his beer at the same time that he checks the message, which means that when he chokes on the beer, he coughs it up all over Eddie.
“Jesus, dude.” Eddie says, lifting the hem of his shirt up to wipe off his face. “Warn a guy.”
“Uh, sorry about that.” Buck’s turned an interesting shade of red, his eyes bouncing from his phone to Eddie and back. Eddie waves off his apology, waiting for Buck to elaborate. He doesn’t, which is odd. He’s looking down at his phone with a somewhat pained expression before his gaze lands back on Eddie.
Eddie sits up, setting his beer down on the table. “Okay, out with it.” He’s using his scolding Christopher voice, which Buck clearly notices, giving him an unimpressed look in return. “What did he say?”
“What did who say?” Buck tries. Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Ugh, fine. But you asked for it.” Eddie rolls his eyes – at this point there’s not a lot Buck could say that would surprise him.
“Tommy just… Well. The thing is.” Buck’s blushing furiously now, and Eddie wonders idly if his skin would be hot to the touch. If he could feel the flush with his eyes closed, running his fingertips over Buck’s skin. “We were sexting.” And okay, fair, Eddie was not expecting that.
“You mean right now?” On Eddie’s couch? He wonders if he should be offended. He wonders if Buck was sprinkling in facts about the leaf-tailed geckos. That might actually work on Eddie, if he’s being honest.
“Yes, right now. Uh, sorry – is that weird?” Once again, Eddie waves off the apology. Who cares what Buck is texting Tommy about when he’s here, with Eddie, in person? Buck pushes his tongue to the side of his cheek, scrunching his mouth up like he’s holding the words back. Eddie pokes him in the side, gesturing for him to continue. “Okay uh.. You cannot tell Tommy I’m telling you this, okay?”
“I’ll take it to the grave. Spill.”
“He just.. He just referred to himself as…” Buck’s giggling now, and it makes Eddie smile too, even if he doesn’t know what they’re laughing about yet. “Fuck, Eddie, I can’t say it to you out loud. You’re a father.” And Eddie knows exactly what Buck means by that , but he’s still curious, in a way he knows he doesn’t have the right to be. But it’s Buck, and he’s Eddie, and they’re Buck-and-Eddie, they know everything about each other. If he had to learn that Taylor fucking Kelly was into pegging, he can hear about Tommy Kinard’s daddy kink.
“Okay, hand it over.” He says, holding his palm out for Buck’s phone. Buck doesn’t even hesitate, just gives the phone over to Eddie, which is doubtless a breach of Tommy’s privacy, but Eddie doesn’t care enough to feel guilty. He looks down at Buck’s phone, sees the texts. Then he’s giggling too.
Tommy: Yes, and then what?
Buck: i’d get down on my knees
take your cock out
i’d make it so good
Tommy: Good for Daddy?
“Oh my god, Buck.” He ignores the twinge in his chest at the image that springs to mind of Buck on his knees, taking out Eddie’s cock instead – because, what? – and focuses on the matter at hand. “That’s – yikes.”
“Eddie.” Buck groans, dragging the last syllable out. “I know, give it, I need to say something back.” He makes grabby hands for his phone, but Eddie holds it away, tapping out a response.
“Don’t you dare.” Buck says, but he’s still smiling, and when he lunges for the phone, it jostles Eddie’s thumb and the text is sent. Their eyes both fall to the screen.
Buck: yes, so good for you daddy ;)
Eddie and Buck make eye contact and burst out laughing. It’s a good laugh, one of those belly aching ones that make it hard to breathe. Eddie’s not sure if it’s actually that funny, or if it’s just because it’s him and Buck. “Does he... always …call himself that?” Eddie pants out, hand on his stomach. Fuck, he can’t even remember the last time he laughed this hard.
Buck’s got a hand on Eddie’s arm, leaning over as he snorts out “No, definitely not. But he has made a couple jokes about it... I didn’t think he was serious.”
Tommy starts typing, then stops, then starts again.
Tommy: Are you still at Eddie’s?
For some reason that makes something hot unfurl in Eddie’s stomach. Of course Buck is still here. Buck belongs here, always.
Tommy: I have something for you
Buck looks up at Eddie, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you think he means?” He whispers.
“Why are we whispering?” Eddie whispers back. Buck glares at him, and then taps something out on his phone, tilting it to Eddie for approval before sending.
Buck: ya, i’m crashing on his couch for tonight
Too quickly, Buck’s phone buzzes again, and to Eddie’s horror, Tommy hasn’t sent a text but a photo . Tommy has sent Buck a dick pic. Buck drops the phone like he’s been burnt, putting his hand up over his eyes instead. “Shit, shit, shit, sorry.” He says, fumbling for the buttons, locking it so they’re looking down at their reflections instead of Tommy Kinard’s bare dick.
Buck looks at Eddie, fearful. Eddie looks at Buck, amused.
It’s not even a nice dick, is the thing. If Eddie’s dick looked like that, there’s no way he’d be sending pictures of it to his unsuspecting boyfriend (girlfriend?). But Eddie’s dick is much nicer, if he does say so himself. And Buck’s… Well. Eddie gives a little side glance down to Buck’s lap. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about Buck’s.
“So.” He says. Eddie’s not really sure what the right thing to say is to smooth over the accidental viewing of your best friend’s boyfriend’s (ugly) penis. But he wants – he wants – he just wants, is all. He licks his lips. “So.” He says again. “Are you going to send one back?”
Shit. That was – not the right thing to say.
Buck’s eyes widen, and he glances down at the phone, then back up at Eddie. His mouth is open a little too, and it looks – pink. Soft. Eddie blinks the thought away. “Do,” He starts, his voice suddenly raspy in a way that Eddie really, really likes. “Do you think I should?”
Eddie shrugs. He needs to get out of here, now, actually - something hot and ferocious is in his veins at the thought of Buck sending Tommy a picture back. “Do whatever you want, man. I’m gonna go to bed. Couch is yours.”
Buck fidgets on the couch for a second, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at Eddie. He’s thinking, and Eddie’s thinking, and Eddie needs to go to bed right now. “Okay. Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Night, Buck.”
Eddie’s only just slid into his sheets when his phone chimes with a text from Buck.
Buck: r u still awake
Eddie: Buck it’s been 5 minutes
Buck: ok
He waits for a minute, but Buck doesn’t say anything else. Eddie sighs.
Eddie: Do you need something?
He watches the bubbles start, then stop, then start, then stop again. Then, another text comes through, and Eddie’s heart jumps up into his mouth.
Because it’s not a text. It’s a dick pic. It’s dick pic from Buck. He’s on Eddie’s couch, pants around his ankles, hand curled loosely around his very nice, very hard dick.
Eddie swallows, waiting, but Buck doesn’t say anything else.
Eddie: This is Eddie
Buck: oops
😇
jk
i know
do u think that one is good should i send it
Eddie rubs a hand over his eyes. He’s not doing this. He shouldn’t do this. But he gets up anyway, turning the lights back on as he heads to the living room.
Buck doesn’t look surprised to see him, grinning up at Eddie. His pants are back up. Eddie tries not to be disappointed by that. “What’d you think?” His eyebrows are waggling.
“I think you could do better.” Eddie says, because it’s late and he’s had a few beers and the words come out faster than he can stop them. “Want some help?” Eddie offers, because if they’re doing this, then they’re doing this. And really - it’s for Buck’s boyfriend. Eddie’s just being a good friend. In fact, he’s helping out Buck and Tommy with this - that’s double the friendship.
Buck shrugs, biting his lip, before leaning back and gesturing to his lap. Permission granted, Eddie drops onto the couch next to Buck, left arm slung behind his shoulder, twisting to place the palm of his right hand on Buck’s upper thigh. He squeezes it gently, then leans his head in to lightly kiss the side of Buck’s jaw.
Buck gasps at that, like he wasn’t expecting Eddie to kiss him. But Eddie is a man of his word - he offered to help Buck out, which means he gets to seduce him. Just a little – seduction as a treat between friends. It’s nothing.
Eddie lets his fingers graze over Buck, causing him to twitch in Eddie’s arms, and then moves up to the waist of his jeans. He waits for a moment, feeling oddly breathless. Buck looks over to him, eyes blue and pupils dilated. “Yeah, yeah.” He says, so Eddie fiddles with the button and unzips the jeans. Buck takes the initiative now to shuck his pants down in one quick motion, and one of the legs gets stuck on his foot so he’s wiggling and then that sets off another round of giggles between them. And it’s so them. Buck-and-Eddie, doing this just like they do everything else.
That thought makes Eddie bold, reaching in to cup Buck through his boxers, and the noise that Buck makes at that is something Eddie wants to hear on loop for the rest of his life. He gently reaches in and takes Buck in hand, and they take matching, sharp inhales at that. Eddie is holding Buck’s dick in his hand. Woo, boy. He’s holding on to Buck’s dick and Buck is hard and it feels..big. Not like, big big (except also yes big big), but more like. Monumental big.
They’re never going back to a time where Eddie has not had his hands on Buck’s cock and Eddie is very, very fine with that.
He pulls Buck’s boxers down a little, but when Buck goes to pull them off Eddie stops him. Instead he just takes his dick out the top, then grabs Buck’s right hand, and guides it to his shaft, wrapping his fingers around on top of Buck’s. They stroke Buck off together for a minute, silent except for Buck’s heavy breathing, and then Eddie snaps with his other hand. “Phone.” He demands, and Buck is quick to comply, unlocking it and handing it over to Eddie.
Eddie pulls up the camera, then angles the two of them to lean further back on the couch. He shifts around to get a better hold on the phone, and then situates it in front of Buck’s chest. They both watch through the screen as Eddie adjusts Buck’s hand until he deems the shot ready, then pulls his own hand out of sight. Left in frame is Buck’s hand on his dick, boxers shoved down around his knees. Eddie taps the shutter button.
Buck keeps idly stroking his cock, watching as Eddie pulls back up the text chat with Tommy, pointedly ignoring the latest picture as he attaches the photo of Buck and hits send. Eddie kisses the side of his neck again. For luck, or whatever.
Buck’s phone vibrates in Eddie’s hand, and he gives it to Buck to open. He’s not trying to get jump scared by a new angle of Tommy Kinard’s dick.
It’s worse.
It’s a video.
Buck makes no move to watch it, though, and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief.
Tommy: Thanks, Evan. That was hot
Buck: i’m not gonna get myself off on eddie’s couch lol
but yw, have a nice night
Tommy: Night. See you Thursday
Buck likes the message, and then drops his phone, turning to face Eddie. His dick is still out. Eddie has approximately a quarter of a second to appreciate that before Buck is on him, lips crashing against Eddie’s.
And that’s it - the final piece of the puzzle slots into place. Buck is kissing Eddie. Buck should always be kissing Eddie. His lips are soft, and he tastes faintly of beer, and it’s so perfect it’s making Eddie’s head spin. Eddie’s still got his arm awkwardly around Buck, but he doesn’t care, because he can use it to grab the back of Buck’s neck and draw him closer, closer.
He spits into his palm, and then his hand goes straight back to Buck’s dick, thumb swirling around the head before reaching down for a firmer grip. Buck starts panting into his mouth, his hips hitching upward as he tries to fuck Eddie’s hand. “Fuck, Eddie.” Buck says, his eyes closing before his head drops onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie tightens his grip on the back of Buck’s neck.
“Thought you weren’t going to come on my couch tonight.” Eddie whispers into his ear, slowing the movement of his hand, and Buck shudders.
“I said I wasn’t going to get myself off.” He says, smug, lifting his head back up to start pressing kisses on Eddie’s neck. “Said nothing about you doing it.”
Eddie, embarrassingly, giggles at that. But it’s whatever, because Buck is here, on Eddie’s couch, dick in Eddie’s hand, and Eddie’s going to get to find out what Buck sounds like when he comes.
“You want me to, uh,” Buck gestures at Eddie’s crotch, where he’s quite clearly getting hard, and Eddie thinks sure, why not? So they shift around a little bit, and Buck gets his hand down Eddie’s pants and holy shit, that’s good.
A few minutes later, he finds out that Buck sounds fan-fucking-tastic coming with Eddie’s name on his lips, good enough to send Eddie over the edge as well. They sit there for a moment in silence - coming to terms with the undeniable after of exchanging handjobs with your best friend.
Buck looks at Eddie, and Eddie looks at Buck, and he can feel it the moment they mutually decide not to talk about it.
“I’m going to go wash my hands.” Eddie says, which doesn’t count as talking about it, even if the reason he has to wash his hands is sitting right next to him, with his pants around his ankles and a boyfriend who is very much Not Eddie.
“Me too.” Says Buck, but they sit there for a minute still, before Eddie gets off the couch. “Are we good?”
“We’re good.” Eddie promises. He leans in to give Buck a kiss, halfway there before he realizes what he’s doing and aborts. “Don’t, uh, don’t think too hard about it.” He says, then flees to the bathroom before Buck has a chance to respond.. And if he thinks too hard about it, panicking a little bit in his bed that night, knowing Buck is out on the couch (the couch), that’s between him and God.
The next day, Buck makes Eddie coffee with the stupid Hildy coffee maker, and says nothing about it, and Eddie says nothing about it, and everything’s fine, actually.
They’re fine at home, and at work, and out with their friends, and Eddie’s not thinking about it, not one bit.
In fact, if Eddie hadn’t been there himself, he might think nothing had even happened at all.
two.
The second time it happens, it’s Buck’s fault. That’s all Eddie’s going to say about it.
Well.
Maybe he wants to say a little more.
It’s Buck’s fault, because if he didn’t want Eddie to drop to his knees and give him a sloppy, messy, pull-out-all-the-stops-and-come-down-my-throat blowjob, he shouldn’t have come over to Eddie’s house when Eddie was in the mood to give one.
Shouldn’t have come over in that tight t-shirt and tighter jeans and let himself into Eddie’s house with the key Eddie made for him years ago (because Buck has belonged in Eddie’s home for years, he just hadn’t known it for a while, is all).
But Buck had, so Eddie had (oh fuck, Eddie, you look so good like that, you’re so pretty on your knees, i’ve been dreaming of your mouth, holy shit), and afterward Buck had stuck his hands down Eddie’s pants and got him off right there, still on his knees with the taste of Buck’s cum in his mouth.
They didn’t talk about it, after, just like the first time, except this time Eddie didn’t even think about the Tommy of it all until hours later. After Buck pulled his pants back up, and Eddie went to go change, Buck had said “Shouldn’t think too hard, right?” Like he wasn’t sure, and Eddie agreed, and then they’d watched the movie that Buck was coming to see in the first place, and then Buck went back home to his own bed (instead of Eddie’s couch, which he didn’t realize he’d be disappointed by until it happened). Eddie was turning off the lights to go to sleep when he remembered Tommy. Which. Huh. Right. Buck has a boyfriend. Oops.
It’s just a fact, like any other. Eddie’s a firefighter, Buck is his best friend, Buck has a boyfriend, Buck came in Eddie’s mouth with Eddie’s name on his tongue and his hands in Eddie’s hair and he made these tiny, breathy moans that Eddie wanted to swallow right alongside his orgasm.
Just facts.
three.
The third time it happens, Eddie can admit that he should take some of the culpability for it.
It’s a few days after the blow job incident, and Eddie can proudly say that he has not been thinking about it, thank you very much. Not even a little tiny bit. And he especially has not been planning to do it again.
They’d had a shift at work, and it was fine. Normal, even. They went on calls, they chatted with the team, they napped in the bunk room. Buck helped Bobby cook dinner, Eddie watched Buck help Bobby cook dinner. Dinner was lemon & honey marinated salmon, with a side of roasted Brussels sprouts covered in a red wine reduction. It was incredible. Almost as incredible as the way Buck made eye contact with Eddie while slowly licking honey off of his index finger. See, normal?
But now the shift is over, and Buck and Eddie are the last ones in the locker room, and it’s.. It’s a little awkward. Like maybe they should have talked about it.
Buck cocks his head at Eddie, and Eddie nods back. Confirmed, then – they’re going over to the loft now.
They drive separately, so Eddie can go home after. He’s a little nervous. But then, it’s just Buck, right? What is there to be nervous about?
He follows Buck into his apartment building, and they’re quiet in the elevator. Eddie is watching Buck out of the corner of his eyes, and Buck is watching back, not even being subtle about it.
“We should talk, right?” Eddie says, breaching the silence as Buck unlocks his front door. “About Tommy – and. And us.”
“Right. Tommy. Us” Buck’s nodding at him, swinging open the front door. He and Eddie step through. There’s a small, pregnant pause, where Buck is staring at Eddie, and Eddie is staring at Buck. Buck’s eyes drop to Eddie’s lips, and his mouth goes dry. Then he’s being shoved up against the front door, and Buck’s mouth is on his, and they really aren’t doing much talking after all.
Eddie’s got a lock on Buck’s hips, keeping him close as Buck shoves his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie sucks on it, drawing a groan out of Buck. A roll of his hips tells Eddie that Buck is getting hard.
But they really do need to talk about this, right?
So Eddie pulls off to the side, kissing along Buck’s jaw, under his ear. “So, Tommy.” He says, nibbling on Buck’s earlobe.
“Tommy.” Buck agrees, hands sliding up Eddie’s shirt.
“You’re dating Tommy.” Eddie clarifies, helping Buck out of his jeans.
“Mmm.” Buck says, his response muffled, mouth occupied with sucking a large bruise into Eddie’s neck.
“That’s fine. I don’t care.” Eddie says, stepping out of his boxers.
“Good. Then I don’t care either.”
Dick in hand, Eddie watches Buck fumble around in his kitchen drawer before he brandishes a bottle of lube in the air. Eddie knows he’s down bad because he finds it extremely cute.
Then they’re kissing again, Buck panting against his lips as Eddie works him open, before flipping him around to bend him over the kitchen counter.
“So.” He says, lining up and sinking into Buck, drawing a loud moan out of both of them. “Us.”
“Us.” Buck agrees happily, shoving back against Eddie for every thrust.
It has a nice ring to it, Eddie thinks. Buck-and-Eddie. Us.
He thinks it while he fucks Buck against the kitchen counter, again when they switch positions and Buck is sucking hickey after hickey along his upper body in some kind of feral claiming, and again while they collapse onto Buck’s kitchen floor after, sated and exhausted.
He gives Buck one hickey (one! And it’s only little, on his shoulder), and Buck pouts at him for it after. “Tommy’s coming over for dinner tonight.”
Eddie shrugs at him, unable to keep the smile off of his face. He doesn’t care, and he knows Buck doesn’t really care either. “You going to fuck him in the kitchen, too?”
“Kitchen’s just for you, Eddie.” Buck says, and his eyes are wide and genuine, so Eddie kisses him again. And he may or may not suck a second bruise onto the other side of Buck’s neck. Let him figure out how to cover those up tonight. It’s not Eddie’s problem.
four.
The fourth time it happens, it’s Tommy’s fault again. He and Eddie are finishing up at the gym after another Muay Thai sparring session. He hasn’t actually seen Tommy in a while, and he was worried it would be weird. Like Tommy would take one look at him and instantly know that Eddie’s been fucking his boyfriend.
But it was a great time, honestly. Eddie needed to work off some of his aggression, and whaling on Tommy was the perfect outlet. They’re heading back to the gym locker room now, phones out. Tommy is texting Buck, which Eddie knows because Eddie is also texting Buck.
Buck: eddie
eddie
come over after?
tommy just asked if I had plans
but i’d rather see you ☺️
Eddie: You sure you don’t want your boyfriend?
Buck: 🙄
he doesn’t fuck me like you do
He shoves his phone back into his pocket before any prying eyes can see that , stripping off his shirt to throw in his gym bag. “Damn, those are some monster hickeys, Diaz.” Tommy says with a whistle, eyebrows raised as he indicates the marks Buck left all over Eddie’s chest. Right. Fuck. “Who’s the chick? I thought things with Marisol were over.”
“They are.” Eddie says. He feels a burst of dark, possessive pleasure at being marked up like this by Buck. Like Buck claimed him, wanted to show the world that Eddie was his. There is not, to Eddie’s satisfaction, a single hickey on Tommy anywhere. “This was somebody else.”
“She must be a spitfire, then.” Eddie grunts noncommittally. “I’m glad Evan’s not like that.” Tommy continues, and Eddie makes a face. Because – that’s just categorically untrue. Tommy seems to take the grimace as something else, though, because he apologizes. “I know, I know, he’s your best friend, you don’t want to hear about our sex life.” Eddie actually knows plenty about Tommy and Buck’s sex life, thank you very much.
He pulls his phone back out.
Buck: eddieeee
please
i can’t stop thinking about ur 🍆
Eddie: Fine
I’ll come over
Buck: ❤️
😛 💦💦
When Eddie gets to the loft this time, they at least make it to the couch, leaving a trail of clothes behind them from the front door. Buck’s breathless under him as they grind against each other, hips rolling and chests heaving. His eyes roll back in his head when Eddie gets a hand around his cock, leaning forward to suck a damning bruise of his own on Buck’s collarbone.
“You’re mine.” He says. Just facts, again. Buck is Eddie’s. Eddie is Buck’s. Tommy is nobodies, as proven by the stark lack of evidence on his skin.
“I’m yours.” Buck agrees. “I’m yours, yours, oh fuck, Eddie, fuck –” Eddie leans in to suck another hickey on Buck’s chest, right over his heart. He ends it with a bite, and Buck comes as he does it, spilling over his own stomach. Eddie crawls further up the couch, stroking himself, looking down at Buck, flushed pink. The sight of Buck debauched under him sends Eddie over the edge too, and he shoots out several ropes of cum onto Buck, mixing in the pool already on his stomach and stretching up to his neck.
He runs his hand down through the mess they’ve made, and then reaches back up to the mark he just left, caressing it, rubbing the cum into Buck’s skin. It’s the two of them mixed together, intertwined over Buck’s heart, indistinguishable from each other as they seep into Buck’s skin. Buck lets out a contented little sigh, and Eddie kisses him softly before going to get a washcloth.
When Eddie gets back, looks at Buck laying on the couch, heavy lidded eyes and hair mussed from Eddie’s fingers running through it, Tommy doesn’t even cross his mind.
five.
The fifth time, it is absolutely, 100%, non-negotiably Eddie’s fault. Buck was supposed to be at Tommy’s 10 minutes ago, and instead he’s here, in Eddie’s bed, while Eddie rides his cock like he’s competing in the Junior Rodeo back in El Paso.
All Eddie had to do was send Buck one little picture of his brand new bottle of lube, sitting on his pillow next to his other new purchase, a purple silicone dildo.
Eddie: Thinking of you
Buck: 🫡
omw
Eddie didn’t even get the chance to try the dildo out before Buck was slamming open the front door and running straight into Eddie’s bedroom, already half undressed. He didn’t even tell Eddie that he was supposed to have been going to Tommy’s house this afternoon until he was balls deep inside him.
And look, Eddie’d never done this before. He’d tried experimenting on his own a little bit, before Buck got there, but he didn't think he had the angle quite right. But Buck.. Buck got the angle down perfect because he worked his fingers in and Eddie started seeing stars every time he crooked them just right.
“Fuck, what time is it?” Buck asks, planting his feet down on the bed so he can thrust upward in time with Eddie sinking down.
“What?”
“I was – going over to Tommy’s – fuck, you’re so tight – at 2 – we were gonna – fuck, oh my god – go see a movie - oh fuck, oh god.” He’s sweaty underneath Eddie, head resting against Eddie’s pillows. His hands are on Eddie’s hips, guiding him up and down as he thrusts into Eddie over and over.
“You’re gonna miss the movie.” Eddie says dreamily. Who cares? He feels like he’s floating, Buck feels so good inside him.
“I’ll tell him I – fuck – fell asleep or something, fuck, fuck, Eddie – ” Buck reaches for Eddie’s cock, stroking him and adjusting the angle of his hips just slightly so the next time he thrusts up, he hits Eddie’s prostate bang on and Eddie is coming all over Buck’s stomach.
Buck flips them, then, rolling over so Eddie is on his back and his cum is dripping from Buck’s stomach onto Eddie’s. Eddie’s sparking a little bit from oversensitivity, but it doesn’t feel bad, per se, so he rolls his hips experimentally and Buck swears, shuddering above him as he comes too, sheathing himself fully in Eddie and breathing loudly into the side of Eddie’s neck.
They lay there breathless, chests pressed together, for a few minutes until Eddie comes back to himself. He’s stroking circles into Buck’s lower back, soothing the scratches he’d left there earlier when Buck was fingering him and brushed up against his prostate for the first time.
He wonders what it would be like to do this all the time, to have this all the time. He wonders if Buck’s wondering about that, too.
In the end, Eddie doesn’t say anything. In the end, Buck makes it to the movie, and Eddie finds himself curling back up to take a nap.
The other side of his bed feels empty.
plus one.
The next time, it’s just for them. It’s nobody’s fault, either, because there’s no reason to place blame for this one.
Eddie was sitting on his couch, thinking about how he told Buck not to think too hard about the whole Tommy thing, way back when Tommy had sent that fateful photograph of his dick. But he’s thinking now - and why shouldn’t they think a little harder about it?
Eddie doesn’t want Buck to be with Tommy. He wants Buck to be with him. And considering the way Buck has repeatedly risked his relationship and dropped everything to run to Eddie, or get Eddie to run to him, he knows Buck’s on the same page. Since Buck is Buck, he’s probably just been waiting for Eddie to say something to change the status quo.
So he pulls out his phone, and sends a text, and just like that, he knows Buck is never going to cheat on Tommy Kinard again.
Eddie: Break up with Tommy
Buck: thought you’d never ask
He’s already dressed and on his way out the door before he gets the next text a few minutes later.
Buck: done
come over
❤️
This time, it’s sweet and a little sappy. There isn’t the rushed, heady feeling of possessiveness that Eddie was consumed by before, the claiming and the jealousy and the spite mixing together. This is making love, in a way Eddie’s never felt before.
He’s inside Buck again, in his bed, and he’s laving kisses all over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Buck’s underneath him, looking up at Eddie through his lashes with a shy smile on his face. “I love you.” Eddie says, and maybe he should have led with that twenty minutes ago when he first got to the loft, or maybe he should have said it weeks ago the first time they kissed, or years ago when Eddie first realized just how much Evan Buckley meant to him, when Buck had his back through thick and thin.
But he says it now, and Buck smiles up at him, and says “I know, Eddie. I know. I love you too.” And Eddie’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. Because he’s thought it before, and he’ll think it again, but most importantly, he’s thinking it now.
Buck is Eddie’s, and Eddie is Buck’s. Forever.
When they end up letting everybody know a few days later, there’s some raised eyebrows among their friends at the 118 (as well as a sea of congratulations – Eddie feels a bit smug). But honestly – it’s their motto, isn’t it? Who cares?