Chapter Text
1 hour later
After Buck and Eddie had answered Chris’s questions:
‘Are you together now’ - ‘Yes buddy, does it bother you?’ - ‘Of course not but are you’re still my best friend though? - ‘Of course, you know you’re my favourite Diaz’ - ‘Hey!’ (Buck and Chris had laughed at that and Eddie couldn’t resist joining them).
‘Does it mean we can finally have s’mores together?’ - ‘Yes, and lasagna.’
And the final one:
‘Are you going to marry Dad?’ — ‘I…’ — ‘We’re just boyfriends for now, mijo, *but we do love each other very much.’ (*They had kissed, Chris had groaned, and had nearly run back to his room, protesting that he might had preferred when they were single).
They decided — despite Buck’s protests — to finally get out of the bed (for now, I promise, Eddie had whispered in his ear before biting it gently), and get a shower.
That was when they heard knock at the door, and Eddie groaned. Buck was already naked and wet, for god’s sake, but the knocks were persistent, and Eddie grabbed an old pair of shorts and Buck’s shirt from the ground, deciding anyway that he was going to push anyone who was at the door away.
That was until he yanked the door open, revealing a smiling Maddie, and a grimacing Chim:
‘Shit, he really mauled you’.
Eddie gaped, stuttering as he tried to cover his marked neck and collarbones — that were being revealed by the wider shirt neck of Buck’s shirt — and Maddie chuckled.
‘Where’s he?’ she asked as she pushed past Eddie, Chim following suit, a hand holding a cake and the other one pulling at Jee’s tiny hand.
‘Babe? You comi— Maddie?!’ Buck nearly squeaked, as he appeared in the living room, only wearing a towel around his waist.
He looked so fucking delectable like that, Eddie thought, before he shook his head to force himself back to reality.
‘Damn’ Maddie chuckled, a hand on Jee’s eyes. ‘You’re matching.’
She gestured to Buck’s red chest, where pink and blue hickeys were blossoming, clearly tracing a path from his inked pecs to his navel — and beyond, under the towel.
Buck’s face reddened so much his birthmark nearly disappeared.
‘Seven years, I’mma right?’ Chim chuckled, as Maddie and him exchanged a look.
‘I… I better… I’ll go dress up’ Buck stuttered as he looked back at Eddie, pleading. ‘Is that my shirt?’
‘What are you guys even doing here?’ Eddie mumbled then, as Maddie gestured to Jee to go find Christopher, and Chim busied himself around to find plates.
‘Chris texted’.
Eddie nearly jumped at Hen’s voice, and stared as Karen, Denny, Mara and her sauntered in, between giggles and conversations.
‘Hi Eddie!’ Mara smiled.
‘Chris’s there?’ Denny asked.
‘In his room, go call him to have some cake’ Maddie explained.
‘What the fuck?’ Buck breathed out, still wearing a towel, still looking delicious, still red in the face.
Eddie batted his eyelashes several times, still high on the taste of Buck’s skin, barely understanding why all of his friends were having a reunion in his kitchen, with plastic cups and a bottle of wine.
‘Hold the door open, Eddie,’ Karen said as she got muffins out of her bag ‘’Thena and Bobby are just behind.’
‘Guys’ Eddie started, as he finally found back his voice — and his legs — walking towards Buck to place a hand on his back. ‘What the fuck is going on?’
‘We’re celebrating’ Athena’s voice resonated through the living room. ‘I bought champagne! Oh… Buckaroo, you really should put a shirt on in front of the kids.’
This made everyone laugh, except from Eddie, who was still utterly confused.
Bobby was following Athena, and as he closed the door behind him, he looked between Buck and Eddie with a smile so… proud.
‘Cap, can you explain?’ Buck nearly pleaded, wrapping his arms around his chest with all the eyes fixed on him. Eddie was tempted to remove his shirt to put it on Buck, just so everyone will just stop looking at his baby, but he was interrupted by Chris chipping in:
‘Hi everyone!’
He was met by a chorus of ‘hi’! And ‘thanks for the text’!
Eddie couldn't believe what was happening.
‘Guys. Stop. Now.’ He demanded then, suddenly sporting the beginning of a migraine as all the faces turned to him. ‘Buck, go put something up.’
‘Ooooh we love protective Eddie’ Hen chimed in then.
‘Is he that commanding in bed, Buck?’ Chim laughed.
‘Oh my god’ Buck grimaced. ‘I'm out of here.’
He groaned as he nearly ran to the bedroom. Eddie did his best to not watch his ass.
‘Now. Explain.’
‘We have a group chat’ said Maddie and Eddie could see the sparkle in her eyes. ‘Mission Buddie, that's you by the way, I created it when Buck started having a boy crush on you.’
‘A boy crush? And Buddie? What in the name of…’
‘You don't imagine the amount of money was bet during these past years' Hen explained as Karen started passing cake and Athena poured cheap champagne in everyone's cup.
And Eddie was flabbergasted, but also, kind of grateful. Because despite the 118 barging in unannounced and depriving him of steamy shower sex (for now), he could see their genuine happiness and their support already.
But he was surely going to make them pay for teasing Buck.
‘I need five of those’ Buck groaned as he walked back (dressed in Eddie's clothes oh dear god) and pointed at Athena's champagne bottle.
And they laughed, and drank, and Eddie felt kind of embarrassed hearing how obvious and stupid they were from their friends.
And then, after an hour or so, Eddie hushed them away, scolding them again while Karen and Hen wished them good night with a wink; making Buck groaned and blushed so prettily.
And then they had dinner with Chris, laughing at his stories and holding hands on the table, as Eddie watched Buck ask questions and react at every word Chris said, totally invested.
And then, finally, when Buck wanted to leave, Chris rolled his eyes again and said ‘for the hundredth time, it doesn't bother me that you guys are together’. So Buck stayed.
And they did have steamy shower sex.
*
1 day later
Buck and Eddie came in separate cars in the hope of not raising any suspicion. They didn't discuss explaining their situation to their other colleagues, especially as they didn't want others to think that they would be distracted when working together.
Eddie was afraid it was true. Because fuck, if Buck always looked good in his uniform, now that Eddie knew what was underneath, now that Eddie knew that Buck needed to buy concealer to hide the marks left Eddie left on him, now that he knew that all of this broadness and all of this Buckness was his, Eddie needed to resist putting his hands on Buck and pin him against the nearest truck.
But as they stepped into the fire station, all they could hear were wolf whistles and cat calls, and even a “get him Diaz!’ and an ‘are you limping Buckley?’ while most of their colleagues — and friends — cheered and applauded.
So yeah.
There was no such things as secrets in the 118.
‘Kill me’ Buck moaned as Bobby gestured to them to follow him in his office.
They sat side by side, and Eddie still needed to resist the urge to pull Buck's chair closer to him, and do something stupid like sit on his lap.
Fuck, Eddie was so gone.
Bobby talked about conflict of interest and they needed to sign a form stipulating that they could still work together and not be affected by each other.
Of course they could, but it didn’t meant that Eddie would not use all of his impulse control (thanks the army) to resist fucking Buck silly in the locker rooms’ shower after a long shift.
When the meeting was over, Bobby winked with a last ‘and no messing around in the bunk beds'.
And fuck, here went one of Eddie's fantasy.
*
1 week later
It didn't stop Eddie and Buck to engage in all the other fantasies they had.
Eddie thought that finally having Buck meant being satiated. Full.
But it was quite the contrary. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, so much so that they needed to make out in the locker rooms, Buck pinned against a wall and Eddie grinding against his thigh, panting in each other's mouths. So much so that Hen caught them in an empty truck once, and nearly screamed, covering her eyes and swearing at the vision of Eddie sitting on Buck's lap, his hands buried in Buck's curls (he loved those curls), Buck fingers gripping his ass like a lifeline.
They were on dish duty and laundry for a week after that.
Every thing went way smoother than expected with Chris. They already had a routine established between the three of them, but they still needed to establish some boundaries.
Chris still had priority over everything.
Buck was there only every other night, letting Eddie spent time with his son.
They had dinner every Friday together, sitting on the couch or eating lasagna at the table, trying new recipes and playing board games before Buck and Chris would play Smash together and Eddie would watch, washing the dishes, totally fond over his boys.
The only thing Chris asked was to limit the physical affection stuff, ‘because oh my god dad, you look like teenagers'. But it was fun to kiss Buck and hear Chris whine, or hug him super close just for Chris to sigh.
And yeah, Eddie did feel giddy and stupid like a horny, foolishly in love stupid.
But they deserved it. They had waited seven years.
*
1 month
They had their first argument after a month.
Everything was smooth sailing, because being Buck’s boyfriend was no different from being his best friend and his work partner. The only thing he got to do was kiss him senseless on his porch and slap his ass before sending him on his way; or make love to him with a hand over his mouth, tears in Buck’s eyes and scratch marks on his back. They could hold hands in the park, after buying a coffee and laughing at a stupid joke Chim had sent on the groupchat; or hug each other through the night, whispering dreams and memories between the two of them.
They had been called in for bush fire, quite far from their station, because the fire station at the place needed some help. Eddie had jumped out of the truck, running to check on the runners that were on the path when the forest fire had happened, focused solely on his task.
After a while, as Buck and other firefighters from the 124 dealt with the fire, and Hen and Chim helped him though triage, Eddie pulled back, stretching his arms behind his head.
And that’s when he saw it.
Buck was near the 118 truck, seemingly helping another probie to put back the hose, as a tall, broad, tanned, firefighter with dark curls and blue eyes approached him. He looked good, and Eddie felt the familiar feeling of jealousy churning in his gut. He growled, lowly, as Mister Blue Eyes seemed to say something to his Buck, making him laugh a bit, his bright, beautiful smile taking over his face. Eddie watched, like in a horror movie, as Blue Eyes leaned further in Buck’s space, talking in whispers, as his Buck leaned back in, still smiling.
Look, he knew Buck was his. They had reiterated that so many times during the past month that Chim had labelled them ‘horny silly puppies’. Still, the reminders of Tommy’s hands and lips on Buck, and the deep fear to be left were sometimes too much for Eddie to rationalise.
He felt his jaws tense and his hand balled into fists, as Blue Eyes raised his hand, and put it on his Buck’s upper arm.
And that was it.
Eddie’s moved before he could even register it, walking towards the pair in big strides, reaching out to yank Buck by the arm, murmuring something as he pulled him towards the back of the truck, Buck stuttering apologies behind him.
‘Eddie? Eds stop. What’s happening?’
‘This guy was clearly flirting with you’ Buck answered, folding his arms on his chest.
‘Mike? No way’ Buck chuckled. ‘He just invited me to a concert downtown, I said I’d bring my partner.’
Eddie frowned, feeling a bit bad because clearly, Buck was not seeing the situation as he was.
‘He touched you’ Eddie whispered.
‘He’s just a really tactile guy, Eds’ Buck tried to explain. ‘And, he’s gay, yes, but he’s also very in love with his husband, and was really helpful when I came out and didn’t know anyone in the field who was always in the community.’
Ok.
So Eddie might had exaggerated.
‘Eds’ Buck said then, and his smile had faded a bit, replaced with something like concern and hurt. ‘You need to trust me, you know I wouldn’t… cheat on you or anything, right?’
And Eddie, Eddie hesitated.
Not because he didn’t trust Buck, but because he still believed, somewhere deep inside, that he was not deserving of him. Of his kindness and his compassion. Of his blue eyes and his contagious laugh. He was talking through it with Frank, but sometimes, on days like this where he was tired and pent up, where they had skipped date night because Chris had exams and Buck needed to help Bobby, where their shifts had been too hectic too meet up and just be together, Eddie was feeling insecure.
Scared.
But he still hesitated, and Buck took a small step back, looking like a kicked puppy.
‘Right’ he chuckled, but there was no amusement in his tone, and Eddie internally cringed. He had fucked it up. ‘Call me when you want to talk.’
And Buck had turned his back.
Eddie waited a whole two hours before their shift was over before he drove to Buck’s place, Christopher at a sleepover with friends. He was at the door after having parked, hand already reaching out to knock when Buck opened to door, eyes red and puffy.
‘Fuck baby, I’m sorry.’
Buck fell into his arms, and Eddie held on him tight, gently pushing him inside as he closed the door with his foot.
‘I trust you. Of course I trust you Evan. I’m just… I get in my head sometimes.’
‘I know’ Buck sniffled, nuzzling at his neck. ‘I get scared too. With our jobs, and our past relationships, we’re not exactly the most perfect.’
‘But I should have told you’ Eddie said, kissing up Buck’s neck. ‘I get jealous sometimes.’
‘I got that, yeah’ Buck laughed, and Eddie pinched his arm, making him squirm as they looked back at each other.
‘But I trust you. I just think, sometimes I think that you’d find someone better’ Eddie murmured, avoiding Buck’s gaze.
But his boyfriend gently held his chin between his fingers, like in a cheap romantic movie, and softly turned his head so they were staring back at each other.
‘You deserve me. You deserve us, babe’ Buck reassured him. ‘And I love you. And I’m yours.’
‘Mine’ Eddie breathed.
Something shifted in Buck’s eyes then, something that Eddie had started to associate with wandering hands and heated kisses.
‘I want you to show me’ Buck said then and yeah, here it was, the tone Eddie had grew accustomed with every time Buck was horny (and shit, he loved this voice).
‘What?’
‘Show me how I’m yours.’
So Eddie did.
He pressed Buck back until they were on his couch, lips already clinging to each other and hands yanking at clothes, Eddie falling on the couch as Buck followed suit, draping his broad body over him.
‘Does it turn you on?’ Eddie whispered in Buck’s ear as his finds found the flesh of Buck’s ass. ‘How possessive I am of you? How daddy want you so bad?’
‘Fuck, yeah’ Buck moaned, already grinding against Eddie’s thigh, mouth licking at Eddie’s neck.
‘Turn around’ Eddie commanded and Buck whined, obeying nonetheless. Eddie was a sucker for Buck’s submissive side. How eager he was to please, to be his good boy. And Eddie loved to think he gave as much as he got. ‘You’re going to count them’ Eddie exhaled then, as Buck followed Eddie’s directions, positioning himself as Eddie wanted.
It drove Eddie crazy that Buck was broader and taller than him, and that he could resist any of Eddie’s manhandling, but he still went willingly, open and trusting.
‘W-what?’ Buck stuttered.
‘I’m going to mark your ass, brand you like mine’ Eddie explained and his voice sounded hoarse, already hypnotized by the sight of Buck, naked and on full displayed on Eddie’s lap, his perky ass up in the air as his leaking dick was humping Eddie’s thighs.
‘Oh my gosh’ Buck whimpered.
‘Do you want it baby? Do you want me to slap your ass until it’s red? To fuck you so deep you’re limping and that fucker Mike can see that you’re already taken?’
‘Yes! Yes! Yes Eddie! All of it!’
So Eddie did, and he let his hand fall on Buck’s right ass cheek, a loud ‘smack!’ echoing through the loft.
And Buck counted.
And Eddie slapped.
And Buck moaned.
And Eddie groaned.
And as he took Buck that night, slow and deep, Buck on his forearms, back bent and lips open to let out the most beautiful moans Eddie had ever heard, hitting his prostate, one hand gripping at his hip to anchor him, the other yanking at his blond hair, he kept repeating, like a prayer:
‘Mine, mine, mine, you’re mine, Evan, you’re mine mi amor….’
*
1 year later
‘Oh my god Buck! There!’
For their one year anniversary, Buck had taken them to a small cabin outside of town, next to the beach, to celebrate, just to the two of them.
It had been an incredible day. They ate at a seafood restaurant, took too many picture, drunk beers and tanned and fuck, a wet Buck never ceased to amaze Eddie and make him drool.
And now, like the good boyfriend he was, how much he was grateful for Buck by arching his back, ass in the air, and pushing back against Buck’s two, long, perfect fingers.
‘Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this Eds.’
This year had been a rollercoaster, like their lives often were. They grew even closer, discovering with soft smiles and sometimes, small arguments, about each others’ quirks, triggers, and preferences (and Eddie still didn’t like mint chocolate, thank you very much).
They had experienced a lot, between navigating being colleagues and boyfriends, making time for friends and family outside of their romantic bubble, and learning to communicate their feelings. As it turned out, Eddie was not that much of a commitment-phobe when it came to Buck.
He just needed time to find the person he wanted to nest with.
And nest they did.
In Eddie’s bed, in Buck’s buck, in both of their showers and on Buck’s kitchen island, in the locker rooms (Quick, Eds, fuck, Buck had whispered as Eddie was jerking him off while biting at his neck).
They had deep conversations about their childhood, their teenage self, Eddie’s army background, and Buck’s rocky relationship with his parents. They came out to Buck’s parents after a couple of months, and celebrated with too much wine and too much kisses. They visited Eddie’s parents and sisters in El Paso after six months, Buck’s hand sweaty in his own, a smile on his voice as Adrianna jumped on him to hug him close. Eddie’s parents were less supportive than Buck’s parents (if supportive was the way to describe the Buckley — Eddie still hated them profusely), but they smiled and still accepted Buck in their home. And now, Buck was often talking with Eddie’s mom on the phone, exchanging recipes and Chris’s pictures.
So life was great, sex was greater, and Eddie was being hit in the prostate by the love of his life.
‘Fuck, te quiero mi amor, you’re so perfect, fuck.’
They learnt about each others’ personalities, hobbies, and adjusted to each other’s rhythm. Buck actually came to therapy three months after they started dating, because Frank thought that their lifestyle as firefights was intense and filled with sensations, but a relationship needed more than passionate moments and ‘steamy sex because I’m afraid to lose again.’
So yeah, even if Eddie flushed and stuttered when he needed to explain to Buck that he got jealous and possessive because he was afraid of being abandoned, it actually helped them to be stronger, Buck holding his hand throughout.
Eddie had bottomed for the first time after this therapy session, still feeling raw and vulnerable from one hour of sharing his most intimate wounds, and he needed to get out of his head. To show Buck with actions how much he meant it when he said he was terrified to lose him.
‘Take me, Evan’ he had begged that night, as they were cuddling in Buck’s bed.
‘Are you sure?’ Buck had asked after a few seconds of just staring at Eddie, frozen in place.
‘I want you. I want you so bad.’
And fuck, it was the first time Eddie had blacked out after sex, Buck coming inside of him, screaming his name, both of his giant hands pining Eddie into place, his thighs tightening like a grip around Buck’s back.
‘Give me another’ Eddie ordered now, already feeling on edge from having been stimulated for the past twenty minutes, Buck licked at his hole and biting at his cheeks and just taking so much time with his fingers.
‘You sure you’re ready? Buck chuckled, and he got so cocky when Eddie was bottoming for him.
Sure, it wasn’t often the case as they both loved it when Eddie was being on top, pushing Buck on every available surface and manhandling Buck in any position he wanted, Buck already going pliant and obedient under Eddie’s dexterous fingers.
But sometimes, when Eddie was feeling particularly ansty and pent u, or just wanted to let go of control for a while, he didn’t hesitate to bend down, ordering Buck to just: ‘take what you need baby, I’m yours.’
‘Don’t make me beg’ Eddie groaned, and he wailed when Buck’s other hand came to slap at his ass.
‘But you’re so pretty when you beg’ he teased. ‘Plus, I thought I was the one holding the reins tonight, huh, Diaz? Thought you wanted to show me how grateful you were?’
He punctuated his words with another two rapid slaps, making Eddie fell on his chest, back arching even more and making Buck’s fingers slid against is prostate.
‘Sh-shit…’ Eddie whined. ‘C’me on baby. I needed your cock like yesterday.’
That was another thing Eddie had learned about himself. Buck made him want to test things. To explore. To get out of his comfort zone. To be a slut, begging and pleading, even if in the end, Buck was often coming while moaning daddy.
‘Need it huh? That much?’ Buck chuckled again, but Eddie could hear how his voice was hoarse, how his breath came in loud puffs. He was getting impatient — he never was really patient anyway — and Eddie knew exactly how to get what he wanted:
‘I crave it baby. Be a good boy for daddy and fuck me yeah?’
Buck moaned and Eddie smirked. He won.
He heard Buck shuffle around, grunting about how Eddie was a brat, and then, he was feeling a blunt head teasing at his hole, catching on his rim.
‘I love you’ Buck murmured as he pushed in, in a swift move, Eddie easing him in a silent scream.
‘Love you’ Eddie breathed as Buck started moving.
The thing was, it had been easy to love Buck despite their differences.
Buck was extroverted, loved people, was always ready for a new adventure, tended to be spontaneous and a bit messy. And Eddie loved his calm mornings, sipping on coffee after a run, loved lounging on the couch in the week-end to catch up on some telenovelas or calling Pepa to gossip about their families. Buck loved to discover, was curious, and sometimes too impatient. And Eddie loved to be organised and collected, controlling everything.
Buck and him learnt to dance this dance that was a romantic relationship. How some days, they seemed perfectly coordinated, laughing at each other’s jokes, telling each other’s stories, touching each other’s body. Other times though, they were tense, got in their heads, and said words they regretted. Buck was sensitive to separation, and Eddie needed times to calm down.
But they just worked. Because they talked, and tried again, and were willing to put in the work. Because they weren’t afraid of silence, of doing their own stuff while being in the same room, of spending an evening just binge watching cooking shows on Netflix.
Because Buck made Eddie’s live in the moment present, and Eddie made Buck grounded and safe.
Because they were each other’s priority (along with Chris), and because they had each other’s back.
‘Fuck, harder Buck, harder Evan’ Eddie was moaning, loud now.
And Buck obeyed, as the good boy he was, thrusting in at a punishing rhythm, both of his hands like an iron clad on Eddie’s hips, nails digging in, as the sounds of his balls were slapping against Eddie’s ass.
‘Fuck, shit, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’ Buck was whining, and Eddie reached back so one of his hand was holding at Buck’s muscular, so big, thigh.
He sighed, he was in heaven.
‘I’m so fucking in love with you’ Buck moaned.
And they were being loud and dirty in ways they hadn’t been in a long time.
Buck had moved in eight months after they started dating, after Chris had asked, one night:
‘Buck, why don’t you just move in already? I don’t like seeing you leave.’
And. Well. Eddie had cried a bit at that because they had craved this next step but didn’t want to rush it for Christopher. But they were working so well the three of them, like a family unit. Sure, Eddie had a separate conversation with Chris to make sure that he knew, despite everything, that Buck would never replace Shannon and that Buck would never, ever, take the first place in Eddie’s heart.
Chris had hugged him tight that day, and had simply said: ‘I love you dad.’
And yeah.
Eddie had cried again in Buck’s arms that night, happy and content and relieved and a bit nostalgic also. Everything went quickly by afterwards, as Buck’s stuff was already mainly at the Diaz’s place.
Eddie had lived a dream ever since.
‘I’m going to come’ Buck mewled, bringing Eddie back to the present moment, as he was being railed for his life in the cabin’s bed, his eyes locked on the glass made windows from where he could see the stars.
‘Come in me’ Eddie pleaded. ‘Please Evan, come in me.’
‘Y-yeah, fuck’.
And Buck was so strong, swiping one arm around Eddie’s chest to lift him up, changing the angle so Eddie’s back was against Buck’s muscular abdomen, sweaty and pink, his fingers reaching out to wrap against Eddie’s dick, his other arm maintaining him strongly by the hip.
Buck’s lips found his own, as Eddie turned his head, as one of his arm reached out to wrap against Buck’s neck, his other hand coming up to entertwine his fingers with Buck’s own on his hip.
‘I love you’ Eddie breathed between their lips, eyes finding Buck’s ‘I love you so much.’
‘I love you too’ Buck exhaled, thrusts accelerating in time with his fingers. ‘Now, come for me, Eddie, come for me papi.’
This sent Eddie into one of the most powerful orgasm he ever had with Buck (and that was telling because all of his Buck-orgasms were fantastic), screaming Buck’s name and slacking against Buck’s broad body, trembling, as Buck came with a smile on his face.
‘Fucking hell’ Eddie murmured, as Buck gently let him down on his side, soft dick slipping out of him, ‘we made a mess.’
Buck was nibbling at the back of his head, already tracing patterns on his back, his shoulders, his arms.
‘I love when we get messy’ Buck chuckled. ‘Papi.’
Eddie groaned. He could add another kink to the list of ones Buck made him discovered.
‘Shut up’ he mumbled, feeling embarrassed, but Buck just laughed, lightly, hugging Eddie close as his fingers found Eddie’s own, and their legs tangled together.
‘You’re so predictable, Diaz.’
‘And you’re a brat, Buckley. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll punish you.’
He heard Buck’s soft moan and felt his hip buck up.
‘And I’m the predictable one, huh?’ Eddie teased.
Buck grunted but laughed nonetheless.
‘I need to clean up, though’ Eddie whispered after a while, both of them still bathing in the aftermath of their orgasm, Eddie’s heart feeling content and his eyes a bit heavy. ‘I’m all sticky.’
‘Can’t we sleep first?’
‘You’re not the one with come all over your stomach and in between your ass cheeks’ Eddie protested, already moving out of Buck’s warm arms to stretch and get up. Fuck, his ass hurt.
He loved it.
‘Listen, I was following your orders. You wanted me to come inside of you.’
Eddie groaned, batting Buck’s grabby arms away as he tried to pull him back to bed. Buck was so affectionate and handsy, and Eddie thrived in it. He loved how Buck always wanted to touch a part of him, be close to him, and told him everything.
‘I’ll be quick’ Eddie said, placing a quick kiss on Buck’s forehead and chuckling at his pout.
‘You better, I miss you already.’
Eddie chuckled fondly, standing up and making his back crack. He walked up to the bathroom, grimacing at the feeling of dried semen on his thigh and splashed some water over his face, smiling at his fucked-out reflection. Taking a cloth from the drawer, he wetted it and rubbed it thoroughly on his abs and his thighs, before rinsing it up, wetting it again, and cleaning at his backside, biting his lip as the soft ache he got when he touched himself there. Buck was so big, Eddie always got drunk on his dick.
As he rinsed back the cloth, yawning loudly, he looked around for Buck’s and his toothbrushes, ready to put some toothpaste on it and force Buck to join him for a couple of hugs in the shower, in front of the mirror. He always got turned on at watching their naked reflections.
Eddie turned off the tap, humming as he rummaged through Buck’s toiletry bag.
Until.
‘What the…’ Eddie gasped, as stepped back, one hand covering his mouth.
His eyes were transfixed on the small velvet box he had just touched, his fingers hovering over it in Buck’s bag, as Eddie’s breath caught in his throat.
‘Babe? You’re ok?’ Buck called from the bed and fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Eddie couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. If it was what he was thinking it was, he would faint.
‘Eds?’ Buck called again, closer this time, and Eddie didn’t have time to react and hide his discovery as Buck appeared in the doorway, in all of his naked glory.
‘Eddie? What’s the mat-…?’
Buck’s words died in his mouth as his gaze followed Eddie’s, landing on the object of Eddie shock. Of Eddie’s hope.
‘Shit’ Buck muttered, leaping out to cover his bag, stumbling on his words ‘Eds, it’s not… fuck, yes it is but… fuck I had a whole speech prepared and you weren’t supposed to see it yet and…’
‘Yes’ Eddie whispered.
‘I didn’t ask anything’ Buck murmured back, throat suddenly closing as Eddie could see tears in his eyes; tears that were matching Eddie’s own.
‘Then ask.’
‘Now?’
‘Yes Evan, now.’
And Buck shook his head, seemingly as surprised as Eddie, and got on one knee, still naked, still beautiful, still as loving as he always was. Eddie looked down at the love if his life, his best friend, his partner. Chris’ other parental figure. The one who could make him laugh after a hard day and his safe space in the messy thing that was life.
Buck’s eyes were shining, a shade of blue Eddie had learned to associate with love, devotion, commitment. A spark he probably shared, as he fell on his knees, on the cold floor of the cabin, his legs given out after everything that had happened. He was shaking, one hand still on his mouth, covering his sobs, and his broad smile, and the other hand reaching out to match with Buck’s own.
‘Eddie’ Buck started and he coughed a bit, sniffling. ‘Eddie, you are my best friend. The love of my fucking life. I love you and the way you snore, and proclaim you don’t (Eddie chuckled, but couldn’t protest, not with the way his cheeks hurt with his smile). I love how you love Christopher, and how you love me, soft and solid, consistent… You make me feel seen, and safe, and loved, no matter what… And I didn’t thought it was possible. Also, I love your body because fuck, look at you (Buck bit his lower lip, and Eddie blushed). I wanted to have diner, had a whole thing plan, but life always showed us that the present moment is all we have, so Edmundo Daiz (this time, Eddie couldn’t breathe, nodding at Buck already, as he opened the velvet box with shaking fingers, revealing a simple, classic, perfect gold band, and Eddie gasped again), would you marry me? Please?’
‘Of course I’ll marry you, Buck’ and Eddie watched with awe as Buck slipped the band on his finger, gazing back at him with glassy eyes, smile matching Eddie’s own.
‘I love you’ Eddie said as Buck pulled him on his lap, both of them still on the floor, still naked, hugging each other like they were each other’s life line — they probably were. ‘I can’t believe that you got ahead of me ‘Eddie whispered, kissing at Buck’s forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, staying there for a bit longer.
‘Get used to it Diaz’ Buck smiled, looking back at Eddie and thumbing at his cheek, swiping away a stray tear. ‘I’m better than you.’
Eddie laughed.
‘Yeah, right, Buckley.’
‘Buckley-Diaz, please.’
And fuck.
Yeah.
Eddie could do that.