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Buck is going to come in his pants.
It’s going to be horrifically embarrassing, and he’s sure that Eddie will laugh at him, but it’s definitely not his fault.
It’s Eddie’s.
Eddie, with whom he’d been having a totally normal conversation not five minutes ago, until his best friend had decided, apparently, to turn Buck’s whole world upside down. Which would’ve been fine, if Buck had had any clue at all.
But no.
There they’d been, washing dishes after dinner. Chris had been picked up just a few minutes before for a sleepover with Jee, Mara, and Denny, and Buck and Eddie had fallen into their regular routine.
Pick up the dishes from the table, wipe the table down, wash and dry the dishes.
They do it almost every single day.
Except today, Eddie, while wiping the table down, had asked Buck how he was doing after the breakup with Tommy. And Buck had certainly not been prepared for the chain of events that followed.
“I’m actually doing better than I thought I would be,” he’d admitted, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m putting myself back out there, even had a few dates, but…”
“But what?” Eddie had asked, joining him at the counter and rinsing out the sponge before starting on the dishes.
“I-“ Buck started, then hesitated as Eddie had passed him a clean plate.
“You…” Eddie prompted after a moment.
“We don’t normally talk about this kind of stuff,” Buck had mumbled, refusing to meet Eddie’s gaze, drying the plate as if it was the most complex task he’d ever set out to complete.
“Buck, we slept together in the same bed during the pandemic,” Eddie had pointed out. “There’s pretty much nothing you can’t tell me.” He’d paused, handing Buck another plate. “Unless it’s some really weird kinky fetish thing, because then I don’t want to hear it.”
Buck had frozen and then cursed himself, hoping against hope that Eddie hadn’t clocked it. But Eddie knows him better than he knows himself.
Eddie’s eyes had narrowed and he’d shut off the faucet, dishes forgotten.
“Do I even want to know?” he’d asked teasingly, and Buck could feel his cheeks turning red.
“It’s not weird or anything.” He’d been ready to argue his point, but Eddie’s gaze had softened as he wiped his hands on a towel and leaned back against the counter.
“All right, hit me,” he’d said and immediately blanched. “Oh God, is that the kink?”
“Eddie!” Buck had groaned, putting the towel down and staring very interestedly at the wall behind Eddie. “No that’s not it.”
“Okay…” Eddie had prompted again, and Buck had decided to just spit it out.
“It’s just…” he’d started, still staring at the wall as if it contained the secrets of the universe. “I’m pretty tall, you know? And I work out, and I’m heavy…”
The next bit came rushing out of his mouth so fast, Eddie had almost had trouble understanding him.
“I really, really like being manhandled, and most people expect me to, you know-“ Buck had gestured with his hands, “be the one doing the manhandling.”
No response.
Buck had dared to look away from the wall and direct his gaze to Eddie, whose facial expression he couldn’t make out. Which should’ve been a sign, because Buck knows all of Eddie’s expressions.
“Besides,” he’d continued, “even if someone did want that, I’m just too-“
The hand gesturing had come into play again, and Eddie had raised an eyebrow.
“Big!” Buck finished, burying his face in his hands.
And then, and then , Eddie had snorted. Buck had snapped his head up and glared at him, but he’d already been rolling his eyes.
“Yeah,” he’d said sarcastically, laughing, and Buck had still been unable to understand the look in his eyes. “As if the famous Evan Buck Buckley is just sooooo big and absolutely impossible to throw around.”
“I am!” Buck had insisted, throwing up his arms. “And there’s nothing I can do about it!”
Eddie had snorted again, and Buck had folded his arms across his chest, glaring again.
“I’ve been on dates with three guys since Tommy,” he’d said, and he could hear the whining in his voice. “Two of them were shorter than me and the one who was tall enough was not interested!”
“Shorter than you?” Eddie had asked, and now there was something else Buck hadn’t been able to understand. A new glint in Eddie’s eyes that he’d never seen before.
“Yesss,” Buck had complained.
And this is right where things had gotten messy. Because the look on Eddie’s face had changed almost imperceptibly, and he’d sighed, as if Buck was hopeless.
Next thing Buck knew, Eddie had grabbed him by the hips, lifted him up and turned them both around, and slammed Buck up against the same wall he’d just been staring at.
Buck had instinctively wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist and dropped his head onto his shoulder, a low keening sound making its way past his lips despite his every attempt to stop it.
“You were saying something about shorter people?” Eddie had whispered into his ear, his voice dangerously close to the edge, and Buck couldn’t stop himself from tightening the hold his legs had around Eddie’s waist, moaning softly as Eddie’s lips had ghosted over his ear before pressing kisses up and down his earlobe.
“Eddie, what-“ Buck had shuddered as Eddie’s hands had tightened on his hips, and all he’d been able to think of was the bruises he would see the next morning.
Which brings him here. Now. Eddie had simply thrown him up against the wall and kissed his ear, and Buck is going to come in his pants. And Eddie is going to laugh at him, but he doesn’t care.
Because Tommy was right. Maddie was right.
Almost as if to punctuate his thoughts, Eddie grinds against him, and Buck can feel how hard he is, and it’s almost over for him.
“Eddie, I’m gonna-“
His voice is shaky, and Eddie leans back, his eyes almost black as they meet each other’s gaze. Eddie’s eyes drop to his lips as Buck licks them nervously, and he doesn’t have time to think before Eddie’s diving in and pressing a hot, hungry kiss against his lips.
Buck immediately opens his mouth to give him access, soft, pliant beneath Eddie’s ministrations, and Eddie licks into him, exploring, sucking on his tongue, capturing Buck’s moans with his mouth. They break apart just to breathe in oxygen, and Eddie’s hand is beneath his shirt now, fiery hot against his skin as he roams, touching Buck’s stomach, his chest, palming his back as he presses closer to Buck, crowding him completely against the wall.
And suddenly Eddie’s lips are on his again, and this kiss is slow, and long, and languid, as they take the time to explore each other. Eddie is greedy, drinking him up like he’s a man dying of thirst, his hand still roaming underneath Buck’s shirt as he grinds his hips against his again.
Buck gasps, and Eddie’s hand finds his nipple and pinches it, rolling it between his fingers, and Buck is completely gone, his body shaking as he falls apart, his whole world exploding as he comes from one simple touch of Eddie’s hand.
Eddie breaks their kiss and leans in, whispering in his ear as the aftershocks course through Buck.
“You’re so good,” he whispers, continuing to grind against Buck, and it feels amazing, even though he’s so sensitive inside his jeans that he might start crying. “So good watching you come for me, baby.”
Buck is sure he’s going to die now, but Eddie keeps murmuring praises and starts pressing scorching kisses down his jaw, down his neck.
“Want to see that again, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs between kisses, and Buck feels his cock twitch. “Want to see you come apart from my hands again-“ kiss- “and again-“ kiss “-and again.”
But Buck wants to reciprocate, desperately wants to get on his knees and give Eddie a blow job he’ll never forget, but Eddie shifts, leaning one arm against the wall and holding Buck up with the other. He smirks at the look on Buck’s face, blissed out from his orgasm and looking at Eddie with eyes blown wide.
“Maybe,” he says, leaning in and breathing the words against Buck’s ear, and Buck has no clue how Eddie is managing to continue the conversation they’d had before the mind blowing sex, “you were just looking in the wrong places.”
Buck moans, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and leaning in for a kiss. Eddie obliges him, and Buck burns at the touch of his lips.
Eddie shifts again, slowly letting Buck down from his hold as he continues to kiss him gently, keeping his hands at his hips so his post-orgasm wobbly legs don’t fail him.
“Eddie,” Buck begs against his mouth, and Eddie steps in close to him, their bodies slotting together as if the universe was created just for this moment.
“I’m here, baby.”