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Buck had been different. Eddie noticed it in the way he sucked in as he got dressed and the way he scrubbed his face that little bit harder over the recent few shifts. Eddie was good at noticing all of Buck's little habitats and changes in his behaviours, but the reasons why, however, Eddie didn't always figure it out.
Buck wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to most of his emotions. Love cascaded out of the man like waves against a shore, never-ending love. His happiness lit up a room, and when he was giddy? The man was like a dog with a bone, smiling as he hurdled around the firehouse, dropping his knowledge and whimsy on everyone. When he was sad, everyone could tell. He hid it better, or tried to. But even the shortened responses and longing stares clued people in to his demeanour.
That's why he knew something was wrong. Getting Buck to talk about his feelings, especially his negative ones, was the struggle. He hated ‘burdening’ people, as he said. After Bobby almost died in the lab, they had one of their worst arguments. Eddie wanted to know how Buck was, wanted to see his pain. So often, their scars matched.
Bucks' work today was subpar. Even Bobby noticed. He'd been distracted and messed up a few times. Got the saw instead of the jaws on one call and at the station oversalted the pasta. Simple, easily fixable mistakes, but ones so unlike Buck.
When the shift ended, Buck had been asked by Hen, Chimney and Bobby if he was okay. Eddie had been asked by Bobby if he knew what was wrong, too. It wasn't like Buck to be like this. Usually, it was when he was in his head or worried about something.
At the end of the shift, Eddie cornered Buck in the locker room. Waiting for Ravi and Chimney to leave before moving to interrogate him.
“What's up Buck?” He asked as Buck rolled his eyes dramatically.
“You too?” He replied, frowning.
“We're concerned.”
“Don't be.”
“I don't have Chris tonight. Come round?”
“I can't. Another time.” Buck stated before rushing out of the room.
Eddie sighed as he grabbed his bag. Something was definitely wrong, but he had no idea what. This behaviour was so unlike Buck. Usually, he jumped at the opportunity to spend time together, but now he didn't? Eddie watched as Buck left the building before he followed to do the same.
Once home, he tried to remove Buck from his mind. He really did try! He cleaned the house. Did all the washing. Scrubbed the shower walls, changed his bed. He truly tried everything to get Buck and whatever was bothering him off his mind, but it didn't work.
So when he collapsed onto his sofa, an unopened beer in his hand, he pulled out his phone and called Buck. The call went unanswered, which all but confirmed in Eddie's mind that something was wrong. He leaned forward, placing the untouched beer on the table and got to his feet, flying out the door.
The drive to Bucks was quick, traffic was good, and the streets were quiet. It gave him time to think about what to say; however, when he knocked at the door, every single thought went blank.
Buck answered, all dressed up but wearing a frown. A button-up shirt tucked into his trousers and the smell of his famous lasagna filled the halls.
“Oh? Am I interrupting a date?” Eddie asked as he walked in.
“To interrupt, he'd have to be here,” Buck sighed, shutting the door behind him.
“Who was it?” Eddie asked.
He wasn't sure why he was curious. Who Buck was dating never used to bother him. Things hadn't changed recently. Although Buck dated men as well now. That didn't change anything, though. Or it shouldn't.
“Doesn’t matter,” Buck replied, sitting down at the table he'd set out perfectly for a date. The meal opposite his seat was half eaten.
“Is this why you've been different lately?” Eddie asked as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
Buck didn't respond, just gestured to the plate opposite him, “someone should eat it,” he stated, giving Eddie a clean set of cutlery. Eddie slotted into the seat immediately. He never said no to a Buckley meal, so he dug in. Moaning into the first bite.
“Whoever left this is an idiot,” he stated, piling more food onto his fork as he chewed.
“It was Tommy," Buck whispered.
Eddie almost choked. Tommy? Fucking Tommy? Tommy was an idiot! He broke up with Buck because Buck wanted to move in with him. He left Buck on a curb during their first date. He made Buck feel guilty about being newly out? Eddie hated Tommy. He remembered their first break-up, it was the quietest Eddie had ever seen Buck. As soon as Buck told him bits about their relationship, Eddie blocked his number.
“Oh?” Eddie said, dropping his fork to his plate.
“It's new. Just... trying again, I guess.” Buck replied, his tone different to the usual chipper.
“Good or?” Eddie probed, wanting to know everything.
“I-” Buck pushed his own meal around on the plate. “Am I ugly?”
“Did he say you are?” Eddie asked, already planning a fight.
“No, no. Just-” Buck paused and took a sip of wine from his nearly full glass, "We've been back together nearly a month and we haven't… Haven't had sex.”
Eddie was dumbfounded. He wasn't gay, but if he was? Having sex with Buck would be the first thing he would do. In fact, Buck would be the first, second, third and last thing he did. He'd be the thing he did constantly. Buck was pretty much the perfect man. From personality to skills to looks… Buck was perfect. How was Tommy not all over him?
“What?” Eddie almost laughed in disbelief.
“He’s just- So fucking busy. He left cause of work tonight. If it's not work, he has basketball or mai thai. It's just-” Buck paused, “I don't get why there's no time for me. Is there something wrong?”
Eddie was in disbelief. He would cancel his entire life if it meant being with Buck, the fact Tommy didn’t was shocking. The fact that Buck was doubting his own beauty was painful to him.
“Buck, you know you're-” Eddie paused, trying to think of a way to phrase what he wanted to say, "You're great man,” he opted on, cringing at the words, “Buck, anyone would be lucky to be with you.”
Buck nodded, but Eddie watched as he continued to push food around, pretending to eat. Watched as his face grimaced at the words. Watched as he sucked in against his oversized clothing. His hands scratching at the confines of his trousers, and his eyes darting around the room, distracted. His fingers twiddling with the hem of his shirt in the same anxious patterns Eddie had memorised.
Eddie deliberated as he watched. Wondering how to convince the man of his beauty. Staring at every feature of the man in disbelief that someone like that could even for a second think they were anything less than perfect.
Then the idea struck him. To make him believe, he might have to show him.
“Do you still have the mirror in your room? The full-length one?” he asked. Buck nodded, “Come upstairs.”
Eddie left his seat and ran up the steps, Buck trailing behind him.
“What's going on Eds?” He asked quietly when he climbed the final step
“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice more assertive than Bucks.
Buck nodded. Edide gently placed his hands on Buck's shoulders and guided him to the mirror. Standing to the left, slightly behind him, Eddie stared into his eyes through the mirror.
“Your eyes are so pretty,” he whispered, the sound caressing Buck's ear. Blush growing on the man's cheeks as he tried to look away, “Ah ah, eyes forward,” Buck followed the order. His eyes stared into Eddie's through the mirror, “Good boy.”
Eddie stared at Buck. Every feature being memorised and catalogued in his mind. A sight he never wanted to forget. He could draw Buck from memory. Could tell you how many eyelashes fluttered when he was shy within seconds of being asked. Eddie knew everything about Buck and wanted to know more.
“You're beautiful,” Eddie said. A little lost in his mission to make Buck feel good. The lines of friendship blurred in his mind, but he didn't care. It didn't bother him.
“Eddieeee,” Buck whispered. Not uncomfortable, not telling him to stop. The drag of his e almost reading like admiration.
“Your birthmark is stunning,” Eddie whispered, his lips ghosted closer to Buck's ear. The boundary of friendship was being crossed, but maybe that wasn't a bad thing, “I love the way it blushes with your cheeks.”
He didn't mean to say love. Although you can love a friend? Can't you? He did love Buck; he always had. Sure, it was a different type of love than that he felt for Chimney and Hen, his other friends, but that was normal? He was closer to Buck; they were best friends. Besides, he didn’t love him the same way he had loved Shannon, although his definition of love with Shannon was blurry at best.
“Eddie,” Buck said again, his voice shakier than the last time.
“Say it. Tell me how pretty you are.” Eddie ordered, his hand floating up Bucks' side, not daring to touch.
Buck stayed silent. Whether it be disbelief of what was happening or self-doubt of his beauty, he stayed quiet. Eddie couldn't have that. He needed Buck to know how truly, inside and out, beautiful he was. You were lucky to be able to look at Buck, but knowing him made you one of the luckiest people on earth. If Eddie had the choice of winning the lottery or knowing Buck, he'd pick Buck in a second. Buck had to see how valuable he was.
“Can I?" Eddie asked as his hand bristled over the buttons of Buck's shirt. Buck nodded as Eddie's hands glided up. Undoing every button until Buck's chest was shown beneath.
His chest. God. His pecs were obscene. Eddie had never looked at someone's chest and thought, Wow, that's stunning, but Buck? His mind was screaming stunning as he stared at it. His eyes danced in the mirror as they traced it. Buck's nipples were hardening in the cold air of the room, Eddie wanted to bite them.
“Wow-” Eddie muttered without realising.
Buck blushed on his pecs too. They joined his cheek and birthmark in a slight pink hue. Eddie's lips had somehow got closer to Buck, now floating over Buck's shoulder with barely any space between them. His breath covered Buck.
“You- Youre.”
“Speechless?” Buck laughed, his usual chirpness hidden in his voice slightly.
“You are just stunning,” Eddie said definitively.
Without thinking, his hand landed on Buck's pec. He squeezed it, letting the flesh turn white under his touch before letting go and watching it bounce back down. The motion was satisfying, like a built-in stress toy. Eddie watched as his hand moved on its own, squeezing and pulling at Buck's flesh again.
“Tell me how pretty you are, how pretty your fucking tits are-” Eddie ordered, getting lost in the movement.
“I- I have-”
“Have what Buck?”
“I have pretty tits.” He whispered.
Eddie leaned forward. Pressing his lips against Buck's shoulders. His teeth gently grazed the flesh as his hand reached over the body to abuse the other tit.
Was this gay? It can't be? Eddie was just helping his friend. Everyone would get lost in the moment if they had Buck before them… look at the man. He was built like a damn god. The man could be carved in marble and displayed for centuries as a warrior statue. He was incredible. It wasn't gay to get lost in the beauty of Buck.
Buck moaned beneath Eddie's touch. Eddie continued nibbling at Buck's shoulder, sucking bruises into the flesh and toying with the man's tits until Buck threw his head back, moaning loudly as he did. Eddie unlatched his lips immediately.
“Look at yourself,” He ordered. Buck probably got whiplash from how quickly he threw his head forward. Eddie chuckled lowly, “So fucking pretty aren't you?”
“Yea-” He stated with a heavy breath, “so fucking pretty.”
“Good, Good boy,” Eddie stated.
Buck believed it now… but he didn't want to stop. He liked Buck like this. Like feeling the weight of buck in his hands and his flesh beneath his lips. Buck was putty for Eddie to mould into whatever he desired, and god, he wanted that.
“Want- Want to?” Eddie started, but the words failed him, his hand falling in front of Bucks' belt buckle.
“Yea- Yea,” Buck rushed, nodding with his words, “Want more eds. Want everything.”
Eddie nodded. He hadn't done anything like this before, but he was ready to try. He moved around in front of Buck and found his knees. His hands reach up for Buck's belt buckle. As he looked up, he could see Buck desperately trying to be good. Watching himself in the mirror with strict eyes and wrinkled eyebrows.
“You can look,” Eddie whispered as he undid the zipper.
Buck's gaze found Eddie immediately. They stared at each other. Buck's eyes full of arousal, clouding over with lust. He could practically see how much he wanted it. Eddie was always one to give Buck what he wanted. He pulled the trousers down, letting them pool around Buck's ankles.
He looked up at Buck, admiring him from this viewpoint. He never wanted to move. Looking up at Buck was truly a sight to behold. The anxious rise and fall of his chest, the twitch of his pecs and small smile as he looked down. Buck was a beauty.
Eddie leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on Buck's boxers. Buck's moan was heavenly. like it was drawn from the soul itself. His eyes fell down, his hand falling into Eddie's hair.
“Eyes back up,” Eddie stated, pulling the boxers down, “Tell me how pretty you are.”
“I’m-“Eddie's hot breath caressed the flesh that had just been pulled out, “Fuck I’m pretty.”
Eddie was captivated. He knew Buck was big. He’s heard the stories, seen the outline in the locker room. But this? His cock was more than big. Its erect form nearly slapped Eddie in the face as he unclothed it. Eddie himself was large, but this? He’d never sucked a dick before, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all this. He’d probably end up feeling it in his stomach- although he wouldn't complain about feeling Buck anywhere. He was still going to try, though.
“Pretty boy,” Eddie whispered as his lips connected to Buck's thigh.
One of his hands stabilised on the thigh beneath his lips whilst the other went to Bucks cock. Holding the base as Buck began to moan. Eddie's lips travelled from the thigh to the groin, then floated to Bucks tip.
“Fuck Fuck- pretty boy,” Buck gasped, his grip impossibly tight in Eddie's hair. Eddie didn’t mind though; he liked the hold Buck had.
Eddie was a quick learner, especially when it came to Buck. He attached his lips to the tip, letting his tongue slide along the slit. humming with pride as Buck moaned.
Eddie had received blow jobs; he’d had a few in his time, but they’d never brought this kind of reaction from him. Although he’d never really enjoyed them. Blowjobs were the only thing that could get him hard enough for sex.
Apparently, giving blowjobs also got Eddie hard. His own neglected dick grew within the confines of his trousers. Pressing against the fabric. He didn’t normally get hard this easily but it had been a while since he had done anything; maybe that was why?
“Fuck Eds," Buck whispered.
Eddie picked up the pace. Sliding down further on Buck's cock with every bob of his head. Letting drool fall down the side of his lips as he sucked. The hand on the base had moved to Bucks' balls. Playing with them absentmindedly like that was what his hands were made for.
“Gon- gonna- fuck Eddie,” Buck stuttered, pulling Eddie's head off the cock.
Eddie could help but pout. He was good at what he was doing, and he liked it. Why was Buck stopping him?
“Was gonna cum,” Buck said, his grip losing as his hand fell to Eddie's jaw, gently swiping at a trail of drool.
“So?” Eddie asked, desperate for a taste of Buck.
“You're? You’re straight?” Buck stated.
Eddie wasn't really sure why that was a problem. He wanted to carry on, wanted to be the one making Buck feel this good. Besides the string of explicit sounds that Buck had moaned, he was enjoying it as much as Eddie.
“I want to,” Eddie whispered.
Buck nodded, desperately trying to keep his eyes forward. Boldly, Eddie began massaging the flesh at the base of Buck's cock. Relishing in the sounds leaving the man's mouth.
“Tell me when,” He stated as his lips connected to the tip once more.
“Fuuuuuck-” Buck moaned, his eyes closing as his head fell back and his hand jumped back into Eddie's hair.
Eddie didn't move, waiting for Buck to compose himself. When Buck's eyes met his own eyes in the mirror, Eddie continued. Travelling down the base. Every time he glanced up, he drank up Buck. His face was that of a model. Beautiful. Reactive. His whole face twitched with pleasure. His mouth was permanently agape with moans spilling out constantly.
Eddie continued in his mission. He wanted to make Buck feel good. Make him feel beautiful. Because he was. Buck was beautiful and deserved to feel good. He deserved everything good in the world.
“Eddie- fuck fuck- Eds. Gon- gonna fuckkk” Buck sang as he tried to warn Eddie, gently tugging his hair.
Eddie ignored it. Pushing his face down until he felt impaled on Buck's cock. He gagged softly but didn't move. Sucking at the flesh whilst massaging the balls whilst his eyes stared up at Buck. He would stay here forever if he could. Buck was truly a sight to behold. If he could photograph Buck right now, the picture would replace the Mona Lisa. That's how incredible he looked. Pleasure was written across every part of his face. Hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.
When he came? That was even more beautiful. Spurts of cum travelled down Eddie's throat as he glared up at the man. Buck's belly bulged out as he let out a heavy breath with his release. His face dropped in comfort. He was… gorgeous.
Eddie pulled back, swallowing as much as he could but failing to take it all. Spurts of cum landed on his face, painting his cheeks in Buck. A type of face paint he never wanted to wash off.
“Fuck,” Buck whispered, finally looking down. The admiration was written across his face. His grip in the hair loosened and slivered round to Eddie's cheek, stroking the skin and massaging cum in like it was suncream, “Whose pretty now-”
Eddie smirked, not moving from his knees. He kind of liked being here, for Buck anyway. Seeing Buck from this angle was something he wished he'd never forget, something he wanted to do again.
“That was-” Buck gasped, falling back onto his bed, his knees resting beside Eddie's face, “Fuck-”
“Yea-” Eddie replied, bringing his arms up to Buck's knees and resting gently. Bucks' flaccid cock lying just below his face.
“Eds, you gotta get up,” Buck warned, pushing himself up so he was sitting up.
“Why?” Eddie pouted.
“I'm gonna- gonna you know-” Eddie looked at Buck, puzzled, with an eyebrow raised, “Gonnagethardagain”
Eddie deliberated for a second, his eyes going from Buck's eyes back to his cock. Both were beautiful. He'd never looked at someone so truly… pretty. He'd had sex before, but never felt this much admiration during it. Never been so desperate for a second round. Maybe Buck getting hard again wasn't a bad thing? Maybe Eddie wasn't as straight as he once thought?
“So?” Eddie asked, looking down as his hot breath covered the cock, making it twitch.
“Where did you come from?” Buck smiled.
“Remind me- Remind me how pretty you are,” Eddie said, putting his hands on Buck's knees, pushing himself up so he stood.
“So- So fucking pretty,” Buck whispered as Eddie pushed him back onto the bed.
“What else?” Eddie asked.
“Im- beaut- beautiful,” Buck stuttered as Eddie leaned down.
Eddie's knee pressed into the bed, touching Buck's cock as he leaned forward. His hands fell to the bed beside the man's head. His lips ghosted over Bucks but didn't dare touch. Eddie was still fully dressed. The denim of his jeans itching against Buck, his shirt obscuring his skin.
“Beautiful-” Eddie said with a deep breath, pushing his lips against Buck's chest, letting them trail down, leaving marks of salvia in their wake. He continued down. Pausing in multiple spots to suck deeply at the flesh. Mesmerised by the taste of Buck. In awe at the beauty.
“Eddie,” Buck whispered, a hand stroking Eddie's hair.
Eddie paused, stopping his attack on the flesh of Buck's stomach and looking up through fluttering eyelashes. His lips inches away from a purple bruise he had created in Buck's belly.
“Wanna- I wanna make you feel good,” Buck stated
“How?” Eddie asked, his lips pressing down as they walked back up to Buck's face.
“I could suck you off,” He stated. Eddie felt himself nod weakly, “Or- fuck you?”
Eddie felt his eyes light up. Nodding almost violently before he noticed. Buck chuckled.
“Okay,” Buck whispered, his hands finding the hem of Eddie's shirt and pulling it up.
One hand pushed Eddie until he fell onto his side against the bed. He leaned up slightly as he pulled the shirt loose. Throwing it haphazardly somewhere behind him. Eddie had never been almost manhandled like this before. It was nice. Being moved to where it was best for Buck, being Buck's plaything.
Next, Bucks' hands found Eddie's jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging.
“Hips up,” he whispered. Eddie obeyed before he finished talking.
Eddie pulled the jeans completely off, leaving them in a pile with Bucks. His boxers went with them. Usually, when fully naked, Eddie felt self-conscious. But even now, with every part of him felt under the scrutiny of Buck, he felt nothing but safe. Feeling like prey under Buck, but he enjoyed it. Watching Bucks smile as he marvelled at Eddie's skin. This was supposed to be about making Buck believe he was beautiful, but Eddie was the one who lay there, having never felt better before.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Buck whispered as he leaned over Eddie, reaching for his bedside cabinet.
Oh god- Buck's arms. He always knew he had defined and big biceps, but he never really gave himself the time to stop and admire them. With the sweat glistening against them, making the shine almost blinding. Eddie almost lost himself in the thought of what those arms could do.
Eddie nodded as Buck lubed up his fingers. Eddie squirmed as one ghosted over his hole. Anticipation filled every cell in his body as he relaxed. The tip of Buck's finger tracing the rim of Eddie.
The cold lube seeped in as Buck finally pushed a finger in. Eddie felt his whole body move with the action. His toes curling to his face, scrunching. God- this was. Slowly, whilst staring into Eddie's eyes, Buck's finger began pumping in and out.
Eddie kept his top teeth dug into his bottom lip. Trying to keep the cascade of moans from leaving his mouth. He had never been vocal in bed? Never. It wasn't like him but now he found himself itching at the seams to scream with pleasure.
“Mo- more,” Eddie pleaded as Buck's fingers pulled out.
Before Eddie could whine in his absence, two fingers pushed in. The stretch was incredible. He'd never felt like this before. Pleasure had captured every part of him. When Buck started scissoring his fingers, Eddie let a long moan out. Singing bucks praise before slamming his mouth shut again. Enjoying the motions of buck between him.
“Fuccck-” Eddie moaned loudly, the quest to keep himself quiet failing.
“There it is,” Buck smirked, leaning down and kissing Eddie's chest as he caressed Eddie's prostate.
Moans came out as easy as breaths now. Trailing every second. Easily dropping out of his mouth as Buck worked him open.
“Wow, Eds,” Buck whispered against the flesh of his thigh, his fingers working their magic.
“More,” he replied weakly, his words overcome with moans.
Buck pulled out, leaving Eddie withering and whining below him. Eddie watched as he lubed up his fingers again before pressing in threeeeee-
“FUCK-” Eddie practically screamed, his back arching off the bed.
“You are beautiful,” Buck announced, kissing everywhere his lips could reach as his fingers worked their way deeper into Eddie.
Eddie had watched porn, had sex, read a few novels, but never did he realise it could actually feel this good. Buck's fingers were with hi,m and he felt like he was floating. What would his cock feel like?
“Want-” Eddie tried, his hand falling down to Buck's wrist, stopping his action, “Want you.”
“Oh- Okay,” Buck said, nodding, “how?”
Eddie pushed himself onto his elbows, looking around the room with Buck floating close to his face. His eyes ghosted around the room, hazy with pleasure until meeting the mirror. Buck's muscles stretched in his sight, his ass perfect. The scratches on his back blaring red.
Eddie wanted to watch them.
“Doggy, you watch yourself as you fuck me. Gotta remind me how fucking pretty you are-” Eddie panted as Buck nodded eagerly. Stepping off the bed and giving Eddie the space to reposition.
Eddie had never been in this side of the position before, but he was a natural. His chest found the flat of the bed. His ass high in the air behind him. He wasn't looking at himself in the mirror though. He was watching Buck as he fell onto the bed behind him. Watching the mirror as Buck played with the flesh of his ass and enjoying the happiness that painted his face.
“Buck- come. Come on,” Eddie murmured, his head resting sideways against the bed.
Eddie felt it before he heard or saw it. Red blistered into the right side of his ass as Buck's hand collided with the flesh. Fuck. Eddie was a goner. If he was moaning from being spanked, what was he going to do when Buck actually started?
Buck picked up the bottle of lube and squirted it across Eddie's crack. It dribbled down before landing in his hole. The cold gel causes Eddie's ass to pulse. Buck poured lube onto his cock before lining up. The tip tapping at the door of Eddie. Eddie was ready to open right up.
“Watch yourself,” Eddie ordered, this assertive nature starting to form again through the pleasure, “Watch how fucking pretty you look when you fuck me.”
With that, Buck pushed in. Both of them moaned loudly, the sounds mixing together like a perfect song. Eddie marvelled at Buck. studying the way his eyes fluttered with pleasure and the smile that grew on his face. His eyes flashed from Eddie's face to his own in the mirror. They were both cataloguing every moment. This was a movie Eddie never wanted to leave.
Buck pushed in, only another inch, causing Eddie to moan louder than he thought possible. Eddie panted, his hands gripping the bedsheets and knuckles turning white.
“Mo- more,” Eddie panted, his leg shaking against the bed. Eddie spent years working on his muscles, yet now they felt seconds from failure, “Please.”
“You ask so nicely,” Buck whispered, placing a hand on Eddie's back and bottoming out inside him.
Eddie might have died and gone to heaven. His moan seemed to last hours. His limbs went numb as Buck pushed in. This was what sex was supposed to be like. This was the kind of pleasure everyone spoke about? This was where Eddie was supposed to be.
Slowly, Buck pulled out and slid back in. His eyes desperately trying to watch himself in the mirror, but failing. Flying to watch Eddie or his dick disappearing into the back beneath him.
“More,” Eddie demanded, his eyes staring into Bucks through the mirror.
His blue eyes were hungry with lust. Clouded over with pupils the size of planets. Eddie couldn't blame him. This… this was an out-of-world experience. Buck picked up his pace. Slamming into Eddie. His balls slapping the flesh. Eddie's neglected cock hung beneath him, twitching with every movement, begging for attention. Thankfully, Buck knew Eddie like the back of his hand. His free hand travelled to Eddie's cock, leftover lube gliding over it as Eddie moaned. He fell forward as Buck pushed into him, then pushed himself back, desperate to feel Buck even deeper.
Buck stroked Eddie's dick, making this all too much to handle.
It didn't take long for Eddie to feel his whole body tensing, ready for that release. On the precipice of extreme pleasure. Ready to crack at the seams and let Buck take control of every part of him.
“Eds gonna-”
“Buck I'm going-”
They both murmured at the same time. Eddie regained the last shred of composure he had.
“Tell me- Tell me how pretty you are then- then you can- fuck- then you can cum,” Eddie said with deep breaths, his chest heaving as he spoke. Sweat trickling down his spine in the mirror, but all he was looking at was Buck.
“Fuck- Im. Eddie, I'm pretty. Your fucking pretty boy,” Buck shouted as he came.
Eddie came almost simultaneously. Hot liquid filled Eddie, warming his insides as he collapsed into the bed. Buck pulled out, leaving Eddie in a wet patch of his own cum with Buck's trickling out of him. No matter how messy, or dirty it felt, Eddie wanted to stay here forever.
He rolled over slightly, so he was lying on his back with Buck staring down at him. After a few heavy breaths, he found himself ready to speak.
“Break up with Tommy-” he asked, with his voice sounding like an order.
“What?” Buck asked with heavy breaths.
“Break up with Tommy- please”
“Who- Tommy? Yea yea.” Buck replied, finally remembering who Tommy was. Honestly, he was the furthest thing from his mind.
“Good,” Eddie said with a small nod, smiling to Buck, who was now lying beside him with Eddie's cum sticking to his stomach.
“Good?” Buck asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, we should do that again?”
“Like?”
“I-” Eddie stared at Buck. the eyes that made him feel so much pleasure but also so much safety, “I don't know what- I think- Gay. I think I'm gay” he whispered, Buck's hand found his face, swiping at the sweat and trickling through Eddie's hair, letting him speak in his own time, “I want that again.”
“So do I," Buck replied, leaning forward and capturing Eddie's lips for the first time.
Soft and gentle, their lips kissed, gliding along each other. Two pieces of a puzzle which fit together perfectly.
“Yea,” Eddie said, pulling back, "Definitely gay.”
Buck chuckled before swinging himself up on Eddie.
“I'll just make sure,” He smirked, attacking Eddie's lips with his own again. Eddie laughed as Buck's lips traced every crevice of his face, then down his neck, then the rest of his body. The night was lost in a whirlwind of cum, kisses and promises of forever.