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In hindsight, Buck should have known there was only one way this was going to end.
There was a multi-car pile-up on a highway that they’ve been working on for two hours now. At least three other firehouses were here, it was a relatively big one. Buck wasn’t partnered with Eddie this time around, much to his chagrin. They needed extra hands with the victims so Eddie was working with the paramedics. Buck hated being apart from Eddie. That was just a known fact.
“Don’t miss me too much.” Eddie says fondly, one corner of his mouth perking up, fidgeting with Buck’s radio.
Buck places his hand on top of Eddie’s and squeezes once before dropping it back by his side. “I always miss you too much,” he replies honestly.
Eddie ducks his head a little, both corners of his mouth turning upwards now. “You’re still coming over after our shift, right?” his hand moving from the radio to Buck’s helmet, flicking the flashlight on and off, on and off. When Buck raises his eyebrow, Eddie says, “Just making sure it works,” knocking on his helmet like it’s a door.
“Just making sure my head works too?” Buck teases, poking him in the stomach.
“Yes.” Eddie deadpans. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I should check your head too,” Buck knocks Eddie’s helmet back. “You know I am, I don’t know why you still ask me,”
“Maybe,” Eddie says, with a cute pout while he shrugs. “Maybe I just like hearing it,”
“Then I’ll always say it,” and it really was that simple. Like how everything was with Eddie.
“Good,” Eddie grins and it makes something in his gut melt and ooze. “Alright, go already. I’ll see you in a bit,” shooing Buck away with both hands as he slowly walks backwards. “Before Bobby yells at us, or worse, Chimney,”
“Oh no, not Chimney,” Buck jokingly shudders, walking backwards slowly too. “Okay, see you soon. Be safe,”
“I will,” Eddie promises, blowing Buck a small kiss. “You too.”
Buck catches it and puts it in the pocket of his turnout, making a big dramatic show. Eddie shakes his head and laughs, a little goofy and silly, and it was like music to his ears; the best thing he’s ever heard.
As soon as he was out of Eddie’s vicinity, it was like every atom in his body started to openly weep. He hates it.
After an exhausting couple of hours, after all of the people with major injuries were already on route to the hospital and everyone else was relatively patched up, no casualties, Buck wipes his brow. He’s already daydreaming about the long and scorching hot shower he’s going to take when they get back to the station. All of a sudden, like glass shattering, Buck hears that same laughter he loves so deeply ring through his head like Eddie was right in his ear. In actuality, he wasn’t even near Buck, he was just in the general area somewhere.
Buck curiously perks up like a dog who just heard the word drive or snack. His eyes quickly rake over the area and it doesn’t take long until he spots Eddie. It never does. Like his body is specifically attuned to Eddie’s frequency.
He narrows his eyes at the sight of Eddie having a rather friendly conversation with someone. He was talking to a firefighter from the 133. The firefighter was a guy. A male firefighter, by the way. Eddie was clearly telling a story; Buck could tell by the way his hands moved around, animated and full of life; it was always so mesmerizing. He could also tell Eddie wasn’t just being polite with a colleague. He’s actually enjoying himself. Kinda unprofessional to be chatting away like that at a horrific scene like this if you ask Buck.
Buck squints and makes out the name on the guy’s coat: Morales. Buck doesn’t know a Morales from the 133—why would Eddie know a Morales from the 133?
He had no idea what exactly he was looking at but he just knows he doesn’t like it. It was a gut feeling.
Eddie laughs again and it seriously grates Buck’s brain; hits his ear like someone scratching a chalkboard with long nails. It’s all he can hear. It dislodges something in his chest; it’s big and ugly and mean, molten hot lava is moving through him. Buck’s upper lip curls slightly, hint of teeth bared, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath. He just stands there and watches—until he sees Eddie throw his head back in laughter and wrap his hand around this dude’s bicep.
Nope, no, absolutely not. Buck is shaking his head vigorously, and before he even realizes it, his legs grow a mind of their own and begin walking towards them with alarming speed. All of a sudden, Bobby comes out of seemingly nowhere, basically materializing out of thin air, colliding into him and completely obstructing his view of Eddie. Buck internally whines. Bobby is relaying some sort of message about the scene but he sounds far away and muffled in his mind.
He peers over Bobby’s shoulder to get his eyes back on Eddie, who is giggling now. Buck’s whole face contorts, mouth in a serious scowl.
Bobby sighs. “Buck? Are you even listening?”
Buck says, “Yeah, sounds good, whatever,” waving his hand around to get Bobby to leave him alone. He doesn’t even know what he just agreed to.
Bobby frowns, but before he can open his mouth to reply, Buck cuts in. “Actually, excuse me, Cap, I’ll be right back,” pushing Bobby completely out of the way, who is staring at him in disbelief.
As he gets closer, he can see Eddie is blushing, a gorgeous warm pink tint is washed over his cheeks and nose. He has a wide grin plastered on his face; his teeth shining so bright, even the actual fucking sun would feel insecure. Buck clenches his fists so hard, his blunt nails are making deep indents in his palm, his chest collapsing in on itself.
Eddie notices Buck approaching and his eyes soften, his smile growing even wider. Morales must notice too because he turns around and—God, Buck wants to die. He literally wants to find the nearest hole, crawl into it and just wither away there. Maybe the Earth could do him a favor and just swallow him up right now. He’s hot, like, really good-looking. Like, the type of hot that just makes Buck angry. He’s taller than Buck, which makes him instantly straighten his posture, puff his chest, tip his head back a little. This guy was also tan and beautiful and sexy with muscles; honestly, it was like he was supposed to be on Baywatch or something and just stumbled on the scene to help out. Buck makes direct eye contact with him and immediately regrets it. Of course, his eyes are fucking hazel. Buck genuinely wanted to die.
“Hey, everything good?” Eddie asks, placing his hand on Buck’s shoulder; a small gesture in the grand scheme of things but it slightly soothes Buck and whatever creature was crawling around under his skin, taking little bites out of him. Buck’s hands relax but his palms are stinging from where his nails were digging.
Buck nods, it’s weird and erratic. “Yeah, Cap’s talking about bringing all the equipment back so we can head back,” he says as normally as he can, which isn’t much. He also had no idea if that’s what Bobby was saying. He turns to face Morales and asks, “Who are you?”
He takes off his helmet and yet, another piece of Buck shrivels up and dies. Loose golden brown ringlets fall over his forehead. He shakes the curls loose with his fingers and they perfectly frame his stupid, symmetrical face. Buck’s jaw drops a little. From the corner of his eye, Buck can see Eddie’s head tilt, glaring at him, his hand dropping from where it was placed on Buck. The creature under his skin laughs maniacally.
“Victor Morales, paramedic with the 133, nice to meet you, man,” he says with a genuine wide smile, and of course, he had stupid perfect fucking teeth. He’s holding his hand out for Buck to shake but Buck just stands there, like an idiot, still trying to process.
“Nice to meet you too,” Buck croaks eventually, not really meaning it. He grabs his hand with a vice grip and holds on to it for a little too long.
“Whoa, you’re strong,” Victor says, amused, his brows high. Eddie clears his throat and Buck’s brain finally comes back online, realizing that he’s squeezing his hand. “My bad,” letting go immediately and rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“I’m Buck. How, exactly, do you guys know each other?”
Victor lets out a small puff of air, an almost laugh. “Oh, me and this guy go way back,” gently shoving Eddie by the shoulder, eyes glued to Eddie, a certain soft glint in his gaze. Buck blinks profusely and grinds his teeth.
“Vic and I were in the academy together,” Eddie explains.
Oh god, they have history.
“Vic…” Buck echos. His brows furrow. “Wait, didn’t you go to the academy in Texas?” he asks, voice cracking.
“Yep, I guess I got a stalker,” he says and it’s light and full of air, pushing Victor back with the same gentle force. Buck’s eyes bounce between the two like he’s watching a tennis match. The gears in his mind slowly turning, invisible smoke coming out of his ears.
“Yeah, you wish, Diaz,” and there’s something about the way he says it that gets Buck into high alert. Oh god, they have chemistry. Like 50 different alarms start blaring in his head. His breath hitches. His stomach lurches. His knees wobble a little.
In an instant, Buck sees the future: Eddie and Victor dating, kissing, touching, getting married, raising Chris and their other beautiful children, seeing them off to college, growing old together, dying together, their corpses holding hands—
He instinctively swivels his body so his left shoulder was half-blocking Eddie, inserting himself between them. Eddie scoffs, incredulously behind him and Buck ignores it. He paints a huge smile on his face.
“How long have you been in California, then?” he asks Victor, feigning interest. He doesn’t care at all, he just needs to stop Eddie from talking to this guy.
Eddie lets out another noise. “Oh, about six months now, I’d say,” Victor eyed him from behind Buck. Buck inches a little closer to the left, completely blocking Eddie now, making damn sure Victor only looked at him.
“Ah,” Buck says, dragging out the sound. He’s a little lightheaded. He can feel Eddie behind him, not touching, just hovering over his shoulder. “Do you like LA so far?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. The beaches are definitely a highlight,”
“Oh, I love the beach. How are you finding it at the 133?” Buck asks, clearly running out of questions.
Eddie interjects, knocking his body into Buck’s, plastering himself onto Buck’s back. He lets out a little gasp and his spine arches automatically. His face gets hot, quick, like he was just splashed with boiling hot water. He just knows he’s pink and red all over, probably even splotchy. Victor watches the whole thing with careful eyes but is kind enough not to say anything.
Eddie says, “Stop interrogating him, Buck,” his voice is low and rough and directly in Buck’s ear. His voice reverberating against his back, it gives him goosebumps. “Vic, let’s catch up properly soon, your number still the same?”
Buck won’t lie, he was beyond irritated that Eddie was still talking to this guy, even with Buck standing in between them.
“Yep, same number,” Victor confirms. “That sounds like fun,”
Yeah, not to Buck though.
“Maybe I can join?” Buck proposes, stepping closer to Victor. “I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe even hear any embarrassing stories about Eddie from the academy,”
Eddie’s hand snakes around the small of his back to his hip, gripping hard. So hard that Buck forgets where they are or that there’s someone in front of them or that, technically, they’re still working. Victor’s eyes flicker to Buck’s hip for a second. He half nods. Like he put two and two together.
“Sure, I’d love that too,” he smiles. He shifts his head to look at Eddie and says, “Shoot me a text and we’ll set it up.”
Eddie nods, Buck can feel his chin moving against his shoulder. “Sounds good to me, Vic.”
“Okay, I gotta go, it was nice meeting you, Buck,” nodding at them both. “Eddie, man, great seeing you, honesty. I’ll talk to you guys later.” Victor’s mouth is twisted to the side, like he’s trying not to laugh.
They wave in sync, watching him walk away.
Yeah, Buck didn’t care for him. He was boring. He had no idea what Eddie saw in him.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Eddie spins Buck around with brute force and stares daggers into him. His hand was still on Buck’s hip, digging so hard, he thinks he can feel it through his turnout coat.
Of course he’s irritated with Buck for intervening on his little reunion. Buck feels annoyed himself, his entire head starting to feel unbearably feverish. He takes off his helmet and Eddie lets go of his hip, opting to brush the hair out of his face instead. His fingers trace his birthmark and travel their way down his cheek to under his chin. He uses his index finger and thumb to tilt Buck’s face down. His big brown eyes are still glaring into Buck’s, like he’s trying to read his mind, his motives, his deepest darkest wants. Buck forgets how to breathe.
“You’re actually fucking ridiculous.” Eddie snarls, showing the smallest bit of teeth.
Buck gives him an exaggerated pout, his bottom lip sticking out. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I mess up your plans with Vic?” sarcasm leaking out of every word.
Eddie was fuming, actually—like livid. If he was a cartoon, he would probably have steam coming out of his ears or one of those little red popping vein symbols on his temple.
Eddie’s thumb lightly rests on Buck’s chin. “I can’t believe you,” he huffs. “Whatever, let’s just get back,”
“Whatever,” Buck mimics, a little petulantly, rolling his eyes.
Things were a bit awkward and tense when they got back to the station. Eddie was huffing and puffing, slamming their shared locker shut, refusing to look Buck in the eye. That just made Buck angrier too—he was the one with a legitimate reason to be upset.
They didn’t sit next to each other on the way back, they certainly didn’t shower in the stalls next to each other and they definitely didn’t bump shoulders, pinkies brushing, as they walked out to the parking lot after their shift.
But when Eddie starts driving home, Buck follows.
Eddie walks into his house first, not even bothering to wait for him or leave the door open. Buck strolls in a minute after slamming the door behind him. He throws his shoes off and joins Eddie in the kitchen where he’s grabbing a beer. A single beer.
“I'm sorry, did you want one?” he sneers. Whatever game this was, Buck isn’t all that interested in playing. Actually, he was done playing games with Eddie in general.
He grabs it out of Eddie’s hands and sets it on the counter before he can really take a sip.
“What–?” is all he can manage to get out before Buck pushes him back against the fridge, all the magnets scatter onto the ground, the calendar slides down slowly, the takeout menus falling around them covering the area by their feet. Buck crowds him instantly, playing with the hem of his shirt.
Buck is so close to Eddie; he could really see what he does to him. His lips parted slightly, his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is labored. His chest heaving at a rapid pace. One of Eddie’s hands splayed against his ribs, the other one clutching his waist, holding on for dear life. Buck hasn’t even touched him yet.
“You wanna tell me why you’re so mad at me?” Buck whispers.
Eddie shivers, back arching. “Who said I’m mad?” voice stretched out thin, like he’s trying hard not to fall apart.
Buck pulls back to stare at him in the eyes, straight-faced. “I know you.”
Eddie snorts and turns his head to the side. Buck uses his fingers to rotate his head back.
He rubs his thumb back and forth on Eddie’s bottom lip, pressing hard. The adrenaline running through his body made him feel brave and invincible.
“Are you upset because I rudely interrupted your shameless flirting with Victor?” and when Buck says his name, he spits it. He was a nice guy, but Buck didn’t feel bad for kinda hating his guts.
“I’m upset,” Eddie frowns. “Because you physically stood in between us so you could flirt with him,” he clenches the hand on Buck’s ribs into a fist, knuckles digging into him. “I’m honestly shocked you managed to keep in it in your pants,”
“What?” Buck says, confused, almost laughing out loud until he realizes Eddie’s being dead serious, his face sullen and sour. His mouth scrunched up to the side, big pretty brown eyes peering up at him through his eyelashes.
Buck scoffs incredulously. “Eddie, I only did that so he would stop talking to you,”
“Buck, c’mon,” he dismisses. “It was so obvious you were into him.”
Buck sticks his thumb deeper into Eddie’s mouth, flat on his tongue. Eddie’s lips curl over it, he sucks a little. Buck’s breath hitches. He’s already half hard, getting dizzier by the second.
“Oh, I see. I shouldn’t want him?”
Eddie shakes his head vehemently. Buck says, “Use your words, Eddie.”
He spits Buck’s thumb out of his mouth. “Fuck, no,” Eddie’s voice booms around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting him right in the groin.
He hums like he’s considering it. He’s fucking with him, it’s fun—well, it’s fun to Buck.
“Or any other man, or woman, or anyone, ever,” Eddie doubles down.
Buck places his hand on his own chin, tapping his finger on it like he’s thinking deeply. Eddie lets out a guttural groan. In one swift move, he pushes Buck back against the counter by the hips.
Buck lets out a little gasp and Eddie shoves 2 fingers into his mouth. He bends them and Buck laps his tongue around them, sucking diligently. Eddie looks a little too satisfied with himself so Buck bites down, very gently, and Eddie’s eyes grow even darker, obsidian completely devouring the usual gorgeous brown. Their bodies are flush against each other so he can tell, without a doubt, that Eddie is hard too.
“Stop fucking with me,” He removes his fingers from Buck’s mouth and uses them to tilt his face down towards him. “You’re not allowed to want anyone else,”
Buck softens. “Well, I think that should be fairly easy since I only really want you.”
“Yeah?” he breathes. Buck nods, mouth slightly open. A smile gradually grows on Eddie’s face, it’s a little feral, his face splitting grin.
One of his hands cups Buck’s cheeks, thumb stroking his jaw. His other is curled around the side of his neck, thumb pressing into his throat. His eyes are fixed on Buck’s lips, he looks hungry and untamed. Eddie leans forward slowly. It’s a very sweet and careful thing; their noses bump. Buck swallows and he knows Eddie can feel it under his thumb. He wants this so fucking bad.
However, when Eddie’s lips are brushing his and they’re so close and there’s a teeny tiny amount of space between their mouths, Buck swerves, finding it hard to hide the smirk on his face.
“Buck,” Eddie complains, very frustrated. “C’mon, let me kiss you, or I might actually die.”
Buck laughs a little and Eddie mewls; his head falling to rest on Buck’s shoulder. He pushes Buck’s shirt to the side and bites down hard into the flesh there. The pressure feels amazing. Buck rolls his head back, reveling in the sensation. Eddie kisses the skin, tender and sugary, before he bites down even harder. Buck doesn’t flinch but a small moan escapes through his lips.
“You weren’t flirting with him?” Buck asks.
Eddie jolts up. “No.”
“Hm, looked like you were flirting though,”
“Look, Victor–”
“Don’t say his name.”
“–is just a friend,” Eddie trails off, raising an eyebrow.
“Really friendly friend, if you ask me,” and Buck knows he’s being annoying. He’s allowed to be when it comes to the love of his life.
He shrugs. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Buck, I’m just a friendly guy.”
“Yeah, we might have to do something about that,” Buck murmurs as he grabs the back of Eddie’s neck to kiss him. He gasps but immediately opens his mouth. Their mouths smash together and it’s dirty. Full of teeth and tongues and he feels delirious. He moves his hand from his neck to his hair, running his fingers through his scalp roughly. His other hand snakes its way to Eddie’s ass, giving it a proper squeeze. Buck licks into his mouth, again and again and again. Eddie licks back. It feels like a dance of sorts. They stay like that—kissing and touching—for what feels like hours. Time doesn’t really matter anymore. His lungs burn, they ache, they need oxygen.
He breaks the kiss, taking a deep breath before reattaching his mouth to Eddie’s neck.
“You’re not hanging out with that guy, just so you know,” he mumbles.
“What guy?” Eddie asks, alongside a high pitched moan as Buck licks a stripe up to his ear. Buck retracts his earlier statement; that was definitely his favorite Eddie noise.
“Your friend from today,”
“Yeah, whatever, done, he's nothing,” Eddie whimpers. Buck feels satisfied and giddy, smiling like an idiot into his neck. Eddie tilts his head to give him more room to work. And that he does. It's an easy thing for Buck, kissing and biting, marking his territory. Eddie is squirming around, his fingers digging into the back of his shirt like he’s trying to tear it apart.
“Buck,” he breathes. Buck hums in response, refusing to take his teeth off Eddie. “Kiss me.”
Buck obviously complies. He cradles his face and, this time, the kiss is sickly sweet and gentle. And he loves him. He pulls back to pepper kisses all over Eddie’s face. His cheeks, his nose, his forehead—he takes his time and Eddie just chuckles with his eyes closed as he stands there, letting himself be cherished so delicately by Buck.
When Buck eventually stops, he takes a good long look at Eddie. He always looks beautiful, but like this? Buck loves him. His lips are wet and puffy, his eyes are all black but still shining in the dim kitchen lighting, cheeks pink and flushed, his hair looks crazy, all over the place.
“What?” Eddie asks, blushing even more somehow.
“You know I love you, right?” but it’s not really a question. Buck knows he knows; just like he knows Eddie loves him too.
He whispers, “Yeah, I know. I love you, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” and Buck kisses him again because he can. Eddie melts into it, his hands rubbing Buck’s sides. Before he breaks the kiss this time, he sucks and bites on his bottom lip until Eddie gasps, and he smirks.
“Dick.”
“A dick you love.”
They kiss a little more and Buck thinks this might become a real issue; he never wants to stop. Ever. It might make work awkward.
After a while, Eddie speaks up. “As much as I love making out with you in our kitchen, and look forward to doing it again very soon, I’d love it even more if we were doing this horizontally,” his eyes stuck on Buck’s lips. “Y’know, like on a bed.”
Buck beams. “Oh, our kitchen, huh?” leaning in for another kiss.
“Yes,” Eddie moves his head back, voice still and serious. “I don’t want you to leave, Buck, ever again.”
Buck never wanted to anyways.
“Okay.” he says simply, nodding. He pecks him quickly on the lips before crouching a little and wrapping his palms on the back on Eddie’s thighs, effectively picking him up. Eddie yelps, and when he wraps his legs around Buck, it morphs into a moan.
“Yeah, these muscles aren’t just for show,” Buck laughs. Eddie loops his elbow around Buck’s neck and drags him into a wet and hot open-mouthed kiss. Buck’s lips are swollen and tingling with pain and he just doesn’t care.
He carries Eddie into their bedroom, and he doesn’t even need to focus on the route there because he already knows this place like the back of his hand. Once they reach there, he gently deposits Eddie at the edge of the bed. He takes Eddie’s shirt off before pushing him back onto the bed, removing his shirt too while Eddie watches him, propped up on his elbows.
“Enjoying the view?” he scoffs playfully.
“Maybe,” Eddie says, licking his lips. “Come over here, I miss you,”
Buck crawls over, straddling him. He can feel Eddie’s dick hard and heavy against his ass. He grinds a little and Eddie’s hip jerk, chasing the pressure. He laughs a little.
He growls, “Stop fucking around, Buck.” He feels a little guilty making Eddie so keyed up and frustrated but he just wants to take his time.
Buck leans down to kiss and bite Eddie’s abdomen. He arches his back, fingers digging into Buck’s shoulders. He moves to his chest, taking Eddie’s whole nipple into his mouth, leaving teeth marks all over the spot. He palms Eddie through his jeans and he cries out, his head falling back hard on the pillows. When Buck feels satisfied enough with the display of bites, he moves on the next, doing the exact same.
“Buck, I’m literally gonna kill you.”
Buck can’t help but laugh, it’s low and rumbling. Eddie scoffs and snatches Buck’s face with great force, ramming his tongue into his mouth. Eddie is ravenous and Buck seriously thinks he'll pass out if any more blood rushes to his dick.
Buck falls forward, their faces squished. Their chests and groins are pressed against each other and Buck groans at the contact.
If his body was on fire, Eddie’s was an inferno and he was ready to be swallowed up by it. He leans his palms down flat near Eddie’s head when he comes up for air. He admires his work; Eddie’s entire upper body was covered with marks and it subdues that nasty roaring possessive monster inside him.
“Please,” Eddie says breathlessly, clawing at his back, deep enough that it should hurt, but it just spurs Buck on. “I need you.”
He strokes Eddie’s cheek reverently. When his whole face lights up, looking up at Buck with so much love and adoration, his heart actually explodes into a million tiny pieces. Buck was done making him wait. “Okay, sweetheart.”
They kiss in between taking off the rest of their clothes like they would die if their mouths always weren’t on each other and honestly—they might.
Eddie lays on his back, ready for Buck to devour him, and god, he just looked so beautiful. His body, his legs, his completely debauched face. Even his cock was gorgeous too; thick and long, the head wet and angry, smearing precome all over his belly. Buck crawls back over him, mouthing at his chest and neck, teeth grazing the skin. He touches Eddie's dick a couple of times to alleviate some of the edge. He writhes under Buck, immediately reaching over to his nightstand, grabbing lube and shoving it back at Buck. Buck raises his eyebrow, noticing the lack of condom. Eddie reads his mind, like always.
“No condom. I’m clean, I don’t care–I just wanna feel you,”
“Me too, but it might get messy thou–”
“I don’t fucking care, Buck,” Eddie hisses. “Hurry up before I take care of myself.”
Buck hates the sound of that—well, he doesn’t hate it, especially if he got to watch—but he would much rather fuck Eddie.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he says, leaning down again to plant a kiss on Eddie’s chest. “Whatever you want.”
Buck lifts off him and Eddie makes a tiny unhappy noise, trying to grab at his ribs.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going far,” he mumbles into the skin of Eddie’s abdomen. “Just lay back, I’ll take care of you.” He uncaps the lube and spreads it generously over his fingers, warming it up. He slowly enters a finger into Eddie, then another and another, working him open. He bites and sucks at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and hips. He lays a sloppy kiss on the head on Eddie’s cock, tongue swirling along the slit. Note to self: suck Eddie’s dick properly next time.
Eddie is desperately scratching at his shoulders, at the sheets, at his own scalp, making delicious little sounds, fucking himself back on to his fingers. The whole thing has Buck painfully aware of his own cock hanging heavy, decent amount of precome leaking out.
“Buck,” Eddie whimpers, his voice thin and thready, pulling Buck’s hair. “I think I’m ready,”
Buck chuckles, extracting his fingers from Eddie, grabbing the lube again. He coats his cock liberally, hissing at the contact. He squirms his way back to Eddie, kissing everything he can all the way up to his mouth. He positions himself and lines his cock up, rubbing the head over Eddie’s hole multiple times, they both throw their head back in pleasure.
He slowly breaches the rim, trying to control his speed, his breathing fractured. Eddie was so tight and hot and inviting. When Buck finally sinks into him, they groan in unison.
“You feel amazing,” Buck manages to squeeze out. He stirs his hips into little circles, getting Eddie accustomed to the stretch. Buck noses at his cheek, his teeth scraping against Eddie’s jaw. His back was raw from where Eddie has been clawing at over and over again. He can’t wait to see the red raised marks in the mirror tomorrow; that alone has his dick twitching inside Eddie.
“Move, for the love of God, move,” Eddie rasps. So Buck does, finally thrusting into him. He starts a relentless rhythm, fucking in and out like this was the sole reason he put on Earth.
“So good, Buck, you’re so, so good,” Eddie babbles and trembles under him, his arm links around Buck’s neck, dragging him into a messy and all-consuming kiss. His hips slam against Eddie’s ass and the sound is wet and dirty, mixed in with heavy panting and moans—Buck can’t get enough. He doesn't want to ever leave this moment.
“Eddie, oh God, Eddie,” Buck sobs against his lips.
His mouth finds its way to Eddie’s shoulder and he bites down, jaw unhinged, tongue lapping the area, as he slows down the pace.
“You’re mine, no one ever gets to have you like this,” Buck whispers into his ear. “Ever.”
“Don’t want anyone else.” Eddie says between groans, throwing his heard back on the pillows, his legs were encasing Buck’s ribcage, his knees crushing them. Their bodies were hot to the touch and absolutely dripping in sweat.
Buck is in the middle of kissing him again, sucking on his bottom lip when Eddie flips them. The shock of the position change causes Buck to bite down on Eddie’s lip, breaking the skin, immediately tasting copper.
“Oh my god, I bite your lip,” Buck says, his thumb running over it apologetically.
“I don’t care, it was hot,” Eddie breathes, licking Buck’s thumb as he sinks back down on him. “You’re so good, Buck,” Buck didn’t even realize, in the commotion, that Eddie wants to ride him and it hits him like 10 tons of bricks. His body is burning like he’s been chucked into a volcano. “Whoa,” he whispers.
“Buck,” he moans his name long and airily, as his hips are flush with Buck’s.
“Sit up,” he orders and Buck obeys with haste. Eddie kisses him and the hint of Eddie’s blood on his tongue makes him feel feverish. Eddie lifts himself up timidly, before sitting back down, his eyes rolling back, his mouth is gaping open.
“Yeah, go ahead, take what you want, it’s all yours,” Buck says in his ear, nibbling the lobe. He grips onto Eddie’s hips, hard enough that there will be bruises in the morning. Eddie’s entire body had Buck’s fingers and teeth etched into it, he wishes the marks were permanent like a tattoo.
Eddie starts bouncing on his lap, like he was fucking made for it, head thrown back in pleasure, his fingers tweaking his own nipples.
“Buck, Buck, Buck,” he cries, over and over and over.
Buck is losing it, he was going crazy, absolutely razzled, ecstatic just to watch. The sight of Eddie alone, his cock bobbing in between them, has his mouth drooling, saliva dribbling down his chin. He mouths at Eddie’s neck and chest. He can feel the heat—ever growing, large and stirring in his gut, at the bottom of his spine, threatening to singe his entire existence. Eddie keeps up a persistent but sloppy pace, his thighs are shaking.
Buck flips them again, keeping himself inside Eddie, and starts fucking into him hard. Eddie gasps, “Fuck,” dragging out the word. “Show-off.”
Buck laughs into Eddie’s neck, biting him softly. He finally grabs Eddie’s dick and starts stroking him earnestly. Eddie’s whole body jolts like he was zapped with electricity. They were both almost there, he could feel it. He circles his thumb over the slit of his cock.
“Fuck,” he cries again. Eddie grabs Buck’s head with both hands, forcing Buck to look at him. Eddie was sobbing, his eyes filled to the brim with tears, running down the side of his face.
Buck frowns slightly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” he nods frantically. “I’m better than okay, I just love you–I love you so much,”
“I love you too, always, now come for me, I need it, it’s mine,” he says as he leans down to kiss Eddie, stroking him a little faster, gripping his cock harder.
Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut as he comes, his mouth opening against Buck’s, groaning and gasping for air. Buck nods, “That’s it, you look so gorgeous, Eddie, just for me,” working him through his high, loosely petting his cock.
Buck leans his forehead on Eddie’s and kisses him tenderly. Eddie clenches down on Buck, and he follows Eddie, like always, his own orgasm slams into him. “Fuck,” he moans and sobs and pants hot breath on to Eddie’s face.
Eddie looks absolutely sated, droplets of sweat making his skin glisten, his hair stuck to his face. Buck preens, a weak smile on his face. He falls on top of Eddie, his arms having given up completely. His muscles were loose and shaky as he starts to come down from the adrenaline. It was wet and sticky between them, teetering on gross.
Eddie combs his fingers through Buck’s hair, humming contently, kissing his ear. They were both trying to catch their breath, the room comfortably silent otherwise. Eventually, he pulls out of Eddie and he whines.
Buck’s head perks up, “I know, it sucks,” planting a kiss on his forehead.
He lays down beside Eddie, who instantly curls up to him, tangling their legs together. He throws his arm around Buck’s chest, nuzzling his head closer.
“We should get up, shower, maybe eat something, definitely drink some water,” Buck mumbles into Eddie’s hair, his hand skating up and down Eddie’s shoulder.
“We should,” he agrees. “In a minute, I don’t want to let go of you yet.”
And Buck gets that. “Y’know, I was serious when I said you’re mine. I think you have been for a long time.”
“I think so too. I’m yours, and you’re mine,” Eddie says, biting his pec playfully.
“I’m yours,” Buck hums, intertwining their fingers together.
It really was that simple.