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The day started out normal enough. Or as normal as one’s day can get as an LAFD firefighter, particularly an LAFD firefighter at House 118.
Buck and Eddie got to do something adrenaline junkies could only dream about; they got to surf on top of a fire truck as it sped down an airstrip runway as they attempted (and succeeded) in rescuing an unconscious skydiving instructor hanging out the back of a plane by his parachute.
It wasn’t until they were back at the station house and headed up to the loft that it happened.
“Get a move on, Princess.” Eddie said as he followed Buck up the stairs, one hand on the small of his back.
It was such a throwaway line and Eddie probably didn’t even mean anything by it but Buck definitely felt a bolt of heat go through his body that nearly had him stumbling and falling. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself, though not before Eddie sent him a worried glance that he waved off with a small smile.
“New legs.” He shrugged and made his way to the kitchen for some water. Cold water.
Huh.
That’s new.
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That word…
Princess.
…was on repeat in Buck’s head throughout the rest of their shift.
To say he had been semi-distracted the whole day would have been an understatement, though thankfully the rest of their day shift was relatively calm, and Buck did not cause any indicidents for himself nor for others.
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Buck pushed Eddie up against the door as soon as Eddie closed it, already tearing at the man’s henley, not caring that he’s likely ruining it beyond saving. He had a goal and it involved Eddie Diaz wearing as little clothing as possible.
“Woah, Buck!” Eddie managed to get out in between wet, opened mouthed kisses.
However, he didn’t seem too upset over what Buck was doing as he did nothing to stop it. In fact, Eddie had both hands fisted in Buck’s hair, eagerly kissing back.
“Been thinking about this—about you all day.” Words muffled by Buck’s attempt to suck Eddie’s blood out through the skin of his neck as he does his best to make sure the other man is going to need to wear a turtleneck for the next week (at least).
“You have, huh?”
“Mm…yesss.” Buck moans as a hand tugs—pulls—at his hair, his body practically melting against Eddie’s body.
“And what exactly set you off, cariño?” How Eddie can be so coherent when Buck can barely even think straight, he doesn’t know, but dammit if he’s not doing his best to rectify that. Buck inches his lips up until he’s found that one spot just under the hinge of Eddie’s jaw. He places a few kitten-ish licks there before delivering a particularly hard nip that had Eddie groaning loudly into his ear and his hands to pull even harder at Buck’s curls all while holding his head in place.
“You—” Buck lifts up to take a breath before diving back in, lips back on Eddie’s as they do their best to devour each other. “Prince—sss.” The last word swallowed between them.
He’s even more impatient now, wanting—needing—to see and feel Eddie without anything in the way. Hands twisted in the soft fabric of the other man’s henley, Buck easily ripped the offending clothing off of Eddie.
“Buck!”
“Mm…buy you more.”
His hands have now migrated down to Eddie’s belt, fumbling but ultimately succeeding, and removed it first before practically yanking his pants off. Then Buck finds himself being pushed against the entryway wall, knocking the picture hanging there off kilter (not that either man paid it any mind). Eddie follows, his chest a searing heat against Buck’s still clothed chest; a soft rustle indicating that Eddie stepped out of and kicked his pants elsewhere as he concentrated his attention on Buck.
Deft hands quickly divest Buck of his own shirt and pants, and then they’re both naked, plastered against each other in Eddie’s entryway.
Buck nearly keens when Eddie wraps a hand around both their erections, precum lubricating the way as Eddie pumps up and down twice before stopping. An involuntary whine bursts force from Buck’s throat and he shifts, trying to urge Eddie to move again, but the movement only causes the other man to let go all together.
“Wh—Eddieeee!” Buck whimpers, his own hands moving, one reaching to pull Eddie even closer while the other makes its way down to resume what Eddie just abandoned. Only Eddie is faster and both of Buck’s wrists are captured in Eddie’s hand, and held above his head. Buck and Eddie do the same jobs, often heavy rescues which means most of their workout routines are the same. They’re also pretty matched in strength, Buck pulling ahead of Eddie just a little more given his slightly bigger build and height. He knows he can easily break out of Eddie’s grip, because the hand wasn’t there to hurt or actually restrain him after all. He doesn’t. Rather Buck enjoys it the most when Eddie takes control in the bedroom (hallway in this instance).
“Mm…Princess?” Eddie whispers hotly into Buck’s ear, biting sharply at his ear lobe. “I think that’s what I just heard, hmm?”
“Eds...”
“Is that what got you all distracted today?” Eddie teases, free hand trailing its way up Buck’s thigh, ignoring where Buck wanted it to go and instead wraps tight around his leg and pulls. Buck slides down the wall, back stinging from the friction of rubbing against the hard surface, leg wrapping around Eddie’s waist as silently instructed. The new position has them both moaning in pleasure, hard cocks sliding together.
Buck can only nod in response, no longer trusting his own voice. His throat feels tight, whole body so hot and itching for release. But other than bringing their cocks even closer together, Eddie has paused again; the man seems unfairly uneffected.
“What was that,” Another bite, this time to the throat, soothed immediately by Eddie’s tongue. “Princess?”
“Y~eeees.” Buck releases a hiss, voice hoarse despite barely having said anything.
“Look at you,” Eddie pulls back and does just that. He looks down at Buck, at his flushed skin dewy with sweat, blue eyes glazed over in equal parts pleasure and frustration, kiss bruised mouth parted, and nearly cums right there. God, he’s gorgeous. Just as Eddie had imagined when he first caught sight of the blond that first day—no, the real Buck, lost in pleasure given by Eddie, was so much better than anything he could ever conjure up in his imagination. Every time Eddie got to witness this sight was like a religious experience in and of itself. “Beautiful. My princess, so perfect.”
The words of praise are followed by a hard grind from Eddie. Buck’s head thunks back against the wall but he can barely feel any pain, only intense pleasure. They’ve barely gotten started, but already Buck is ready to burst. He’s wound up tight. He wants this pleasure to last forever, but also needs for it to be over. He needs to feel that pressure inside of him to loosen.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” He calls out, the only thing he seems to be able to say at this moment. “Pleeease.”
“Please what?”
“More~”
“Mmm…hold on, Princess.” Suddenly Buck’s wrists are free. Although his brain feels like melted mush, Buck has retained just enough functionality to do as instructed. He wraps one arm around Eddie’s shoulders as the other hand claws into the man’s back muscles. He’s holding.
Eddie’s now unoccupied hand finds its way to Buck’s plump ass and squeezes, helping the other man grind against Eddie’s own thrusting pelvis. Their cocks are flushed nearly purple in their need for release, precum flowy freely down both their erections making for a wet mess.
The hand on Buck’s thigh tightens and he finds himself dragged into another kiss, tongues dueling as they both pant and moan into each other’s mouths. The hand on his ass also tightens before releasing and then suddenly there are fingers at his rim. Buck lets out a particularly loud moan (thank god the walls of Eddie’s house aren’t super thin) as he feels Eddie circling his hole but not even trying to enter. Then the finger is gone.
“Eddie~” He’s whining pretty pathetically now, but Buck simply needs something.
“Cariño. Princess. Baby.” Eddie is also close, Buck can tell.
Buck barely registers a hand swiping up some of the leaking precum from their cocks because Eddie’s fingers are back on Buck’s ass, slick fingers tracing up between his cheeks, from his perineum (which has him letting out yet another whorish moan, which Eddie eagerly swallows) up past his hole (he whines another “Eddie” at that) to the dimple right at the dip of his spine, before finally ending up where Buck wanted them the most.
“Shh…I got you.”
Eddie’s finger circles once, twice, three times and then finally they’re pushing past Buck’s fluttering rim. One finger first, pumping in and out before another whine from Buck has Eddie adding another finger, followed by a soothing swipe of his tongue at Buck’s lips.
“So good, princess. So tight.” Eddie hisses at the heat nearly suffocating his fingers. It seems no matter how often Eddie has fucked Buck, the other man still feels tight as ever, his ass always molding itself to whatever body part Eddie inserts into him: finger, cock, tongue. Buck is incoherent now, lost in the pleasure of their cocks rubbing together, Eddie’s tongue and teeth painting its way across his collarbones and neck, and the fingers (now three) thrusting in and out of his ass, repeatedly glancing across his prostate.
The only noises in the whole house is the wet sound of their activity and their occasional moans of pleasure.
“Argh!” Buck screams, head thrown back, fingers clawing marks into Eddie’s back as the other man’s repeated ministrations on his poor body finally brings him to completion. Sticky, white cum paints across both their bodies, some even landing as far as the hollows of Eddie’s throat. But Eddie’s fingers in his ass don't stop their movements, milking Buck until the pleasure of his cumming borders on pain, just the way Buck likes it.
Then Eddie is following Buck off the edge; he bites into the meat of Buck’s shoulder to muffle his own scream of pleasure. Together, they pant into each other’s mouths, as they try to catch their breaths. Neither caring that they’re slowly sliding down the wall, legs feeling gelatinous from their intense, shared moment of pleasure.
The fingers leave his hole with a dirty, wet suction noise that has Buck flushing even more red. Eddie smirks at the sight.
“Always so good for me,” Eddie kisses Buck on his birthmark. “Princess.”