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“Get in here,” Buck whispered, pulling Eddie by the hand.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “The ladder truck? Are you serious?”
“We need somewhere to go,” Buck said, unlatching the door and pulling it open as quietly as he could. “Somewhere that’s not all glass walls or filled with other people.”
“And you think … the ladder truck is the right place for that?”
“Definitely,” Buck said, a grin tipping one side of his mouth. “Trust me.”
Eddie stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms, fixing Buck with an unimpressed stare. “You’ve done it in the truck before, haven’t you?”
“Not in this truck,” Buck said easily. “The one I did it in got me back by crushing me under it. This truck is all ours.”
“Buck...”
Buck reached out and smoothed one hand down Eddie’s shoulder, absorbing the tension gripping his muscles. “Come on,” he said quietly, invitingly, encouragingly. “You don’t want to have to wait until the shift’s over, do you?”
“We are going to get in so much trouble if we get caught,” Eddie said, holding back.
“Then we better make sure we don’t get caught,” Buck said.
“I dunno …” Eddie hesitated, his eyes rolling towards the open door, the darkness inside.
Buck smiled sweetly. He stepped nearer, a slight swagger in his body as he closed the gap between them, curved his palm around Eddie’s cheek, and leaned down to kiss him.
It was the kind of kiss Eddie hated—the one that made him want to do absolutely anything and everything Buck suggested, no matter how reckless it was. He tipped his head back and welcomed it, opened his mouth against Buck’s and breathed him in.
Pulling back, Buck nosed him vaguely, nuzzling the stubble on his cheek. “Get in the truck, Diaz.”
Eyeing him softly for a moment, Eddie relented. An anticipatory smile touched his mouth as he turned and hoisted himself into the truck.
Buck clambered in behind him, pulled the door shut, and immediately pulled Eddie onto the floor with him, stretched him out and settled over him.
“This is … not comfortable,” Eddie said, wriggling beneath Buck’s weight. He bent one knee, knocked it against Buck’s hip. “Move a bit, would you?”
Grinning, Buck shifted, tipping his weight to one side to give Eddie some space. It was something he was still getting used to, Buck’s bulk on top of him. It was a wonderful feeling, their two bodies together, sharing the same warmth and Eddie relished the strength in Buck, pressing into him. Still, Buck was much bigger than the women he had been used to, and it was an adjustment learning how his body fit against another man’s.
“Better?” Buck whispered, arching over him.
“Mm,” Eddie grunted, deliberately avoiding giving a proper answer.
Buck’s grin widened. “You wanna swap places?” he asked, laughter in his voice. They had talked about it, how Eddie was still adapting to being with a man after so long, and while he was perfectly comfortable with Buck, they both knew he was also used to doing things a little differently. “Wanna get on top of me?”
“Nah,” Eddie said, flexing and stretching his body out, relaxing beneath Buck. “This is fine.”
“Hm,” Buck hummed, sliding one arm under him as he pressed his face into Eddie’s neck and mouthed him, teeth pressing into his skin. “I hope it’s better than fine.”
“It’s not bad,” Eddie said, teasingly. Then he huffed as Buck’s tongue slid down his throat, and turned his head sideways, arching his neck. Pressing one hand around the back of Buck’s head, Eddie stopped worrying about the possibility of them getting caught and surrendered to the moment. “How … how far are we going here, Buck?”
“ All the way,” Buck breathed.
Eddie grunted again as Buck’s hands danced down his chest, stretched across his belly, stroking his muscles, and found the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt. Curling his fingers around it, he tugged, and Eddie arched away from the floor, flexing to help strip the cloth away. “You too,” he murmured, sliding both hands down Buck’s back, mapping his perfect broadness. He pulled, peeled the long-sleeve off and dropped it carelessly onto one of the seats beside them.
Skin against bare skin, they moved together.
“Jesus,” Eddie muttered.
“It’s been way too fucking long since we touched,” Buck whispered, dotting Eddie’s neck with kisses.
“You’re telling me,” Eddie agreed, pressing his face against Buck’s throat. He slid his tongue out, tasted the old sweat and whisper of cologne lingering against his skin. Moving his mouth, hungry for more, Eddie sucked bruising kisses across Buck’s chest, hooked his teeth around his collarbone and bit, hard.
Buck gasped, pressing against him. “You’re gonna leave marks on me again,” he murmured.
“I am, yeah,” Eddie agreed, mumbling against Buck’s chest. “Let everyone see you’re mine, Buck.”
Buck’s hands slid up and pressed to either side of Eddie’s face, and he stared down at him for a moment, their eyes connecting through the darkness. There wasn’t much light, but Eddie could see the earnestness on Buck’s face, the light of love in his eyes. “I’m all yours, Eddie Diaz,” he said softly.
Eddie quivered. Quivering was not a thing he had known he was capable of before going to bed with Buck.
“Show me,” Eddie whispered.
“Oh, I will,” Buck beamed, a teasing cant to his mouth. “You just lie there and let me love you.”
Feeling a little smug, Eddie made a soft noise and threaded both hands into Buck’s hair as they kissed again, deeper, with more passion. Buck’s tongue met his, and Eddie tasted him again, eagerly.
Buck’s mouth dragged down, sliding over Eddie’s jaw, down his throat again, touching his chest … he tracked sideways, and pressed his tongue flat against the scar in Eddie’s shoulder. He twitched, unsure what to think as Buck raised his head and looked at him again, fingers tracing the mark of the bullet wound. “Last time you were laid out in a truck like this,” Buck whispered, “you’d just been shot.”
Eddie’s memory of that moment was sketchy, but there was one very clear image that pasted across his mind. “I remember,” he murmured. “And you were leaning over me, just like this.”
“Not quite like this,” Buck said, but his smile was sad. “I was so afraid that I was going to lose you.”
“But you didn’t,” Eddie said, reaching up and tangling his hand with Buck’s, holding it against his chest. “And I remember you saving me.”
“I would trade my life for yours in a heartbeat,” Buck said, stroking his thumb against the back of Eddie’s hand.
Eddie’s happiness dimmed, and he frowned slightly. “Don’t say that,” he said, injecting his tone with a gentle sternness. “You matter.”
“I’m not expendable,” Buck said, as though repeating a mantra.
Eddie gave him a wry smile. “You’re not.”
Buck took a long breath, sighed it out. He bent down and pressed his mouth to the scar again, and after that there were no more words—only touches, as Buck’s fingers trailed down Eddie’s sides, mapped across his muscles and traced the ridges of his belly, a palm pressing firmly down his abdomen until it brushed his waistband.
One-handed, Buck tugged Eddie’s flies open and slid his hand into his trousers.
Eddie waited for more, and Buck toyed with him, skating his fingers across his pelvis, wakening his senses with pointless, distracting touches … touches everywhere except where he most wanted it. His whole body came to life with desire, with need, and Eddie forgot all about where they were, his entire focus honed in on the places Buck touched him—or didn’t touch him.
Frustration burned across the back of his mind, his body pulsing with the want to be touched. He finally snapped, “ Fóllame ahora !”
Buck shivered against him, his hips jutting hard against Eddie’s for a moment. He pressed forwards, wonderful pressure against Eddie’s groin.
Eddie puffed, tilting his hips up to meet Buck’s, rocking against him as Buck dipped one thigh down and created some glorious friction. “ Desnudo por favor ,” Eddie muttered desperately. “Fucking, tócame , Buck!”
“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Buck mumbled, mouthing his way down Eddie’s chest, finally hooking both hands into the waistband of his trousers and yanking them down as Eddie arched his hips up. “But, please, keep saying it.”
He shoved Eddie’s trousers down and smoothed both palms across Eddie’s hip bones, the sharp cut of his transversus muscles, trailed them across his body as he wriggled downwards, pressing his mouth in a starving path across Eddie’s chest.
“Buck...” Eddie breathed.
“Mm,” Buck hummed as he crept ever lower, his mouth vibrating against Eddie’s belly. “What?”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Eddie growled in frustration.
Buck made a confident, tiny noise. He paused, and looked at Eddie along the length of his body, staring him in the eyes as his hands slid down his thighs. “I’m going to send you to heaven,” he amended.
Eddie snorted, and a moment later lost all the breath in his body as Buck finally wrapped one large, firm hand around his cock and gave a slow, lazy pull. “Ohh...”
Buck made that smug noise again, and Eddie swung one hand aimlessly at his head. “Stop it.”
“Stop?” Buck asked, sounding amused. His hand stilled, and Eddie almost yelled aloud.
“ Más ,” he said, almost begging. He felt shameless, desperate. If Buck wanted to make him beg, Eddie thought he could probably manage it. He pushed his hips up, silently crying for Buck to keep touching him.
Buck kissed his flank, nipped him lightly. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes,” Eddie murmured.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Buck tongued his way across Eddie’s belly, licked his way down, down … and then closed his mouth over the tip of Eddie’s penis and took him deep.
“Unh,” Eddie puffed, twisting one hand into Buck’s hair. “About time...”
Buck seemed to try and retort, making a flurry of disjointed noises that sent a ripple of beautiful sensations directly into Eddie’s cock. A moment later, his tongue swirled around the head of Eddie’s penis, sending thrills of pleasure shooting up his spine, liquefying his insides with golden pleasure.
“Yes, Buck,” he breathed, rocking his hips slightly. He sank against the floor of the truck, melting into a puddle of desire as Buck’s hot mouth wrapped around him. Lips and tongue soft, Buck worked him over.
Everything slipped away as sensation took over, the slide and press and stroke of mouth and palm and fingers. Buck’s hand sat heavy against Eddie’s hip, holding him still as he squirmed against the grip and tried to get more.
Words kept bubbling to his lips, in English, in Spanish, desirous loving words. Babbling, Eddie had no idea what he was saying, only noticed the way Buck responded to it—little groans, a tighter grip, a shiver running through him. Eddie’s hands darted across every part of Buck he could reach.
When he was close, he whispered a warning, but Buck did not pull away. Breathing a harsh cry, Eddie came, and Buck swallowed him, tenderly licking him clean until Eddie cringed and pushed him away.
“One day you’re gonna learn to love over-stim,” Buck muttered, a laugh in his tone as he skated back up Eddie’s body and pressed against him, hip to hip, chest to chest.
Eddie said nothing, just wrapped his hand around Buck’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him, heady with bliss as he tasted himself on Buck’s tongue. He moaned softly, and gently sucked Buck’s tongue deeper into his mouth.
For a long moment, they lay wrapped together as Eddie’s senses came back to him, the shapes of the engine’s cabin looming shadows. “Okay,” Eddie muttered, rolling over and pinning Buck beneath him. “Your turn.”
The siren screeched to life.
“Oh, shit,” Buck’s eyes flashed wide in the darkness. “We’re so gonna get caught.”
“Fuck,” Eddie said, glancing around for their clothes. He grabbed the first thing he found and scrabbled into it.
“That’s mine!” Buck whisper-cried.
“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie said. “Put mine on and let’s get out of here.”
They fixed their clothes, lunged for the door, and scrambled out of the engine before anyone could catch them. People were streaming down from the bunk room, and silently, Eddie gestured to Buck to move around the back of the truck and fall in with them.
Relief cascaded over him as he realised no one had noticed them missing.
Racing along with the others, they got ready and zoomed back towards the truck.
Chimney was standing by the engine, staring up at the open door. “Why are the windows fogged up?”
“What?” Buck asked, as Eddie’s heart sank.
“The windows, look at them,” Chimney said, pointing. “What’s up with that?”
“Just get in the truck, Chim,” Bobby said, slipping past and opening his door. “We don’t have time for that question now.”
“Yeah, but …”
“You heard the Cap,” Buck said, clapping Chimney on the shoulder. “In the truck.”
Looking suspicious, Chimney climbed in, Eddie following him. He slid into his seat and glanced around, looking for any signs of what he and Buck had been up to. Silently, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking up, Eddie’s gaze met Bobby’s in the mirror. His expression was dark with foreboding rage.
Eddie had a feeling they were going to get caught anyway.