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The first time Eddie dreams about Buck, he’s alone.
It had been after his first shift, he’d come home, gotten into bed, and drifted off, dreaming about Buck dropping to his knees and blowing him in the showers at work. Eddie hadn’t thought anything of it. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a sex dream about a coworker, though admittedly it wasn’t usually quite so soon, and it usually isn’t a man.
He didn’t think much of it.
The next one came a few weeks later, when Buck was sleeping on his couch. This one was different, much different. It had been so vivid, more so than any dream he’d ever had before, and he woke up exhausted, as if he had actually spent the night getting railed into oblivion instead of just dreaming about it.
Still, he didn’t think much of it.
It’s been months now, and it still happens.
He dreams of Buck more often than not now.
Tonight, Buck is asleep on his couch, and Eddie is dreaming in his bed.
—
“Buck! Please, please,” Eddie groans, head thrown back against the ground, grass tickling his ears as Buck mouths up and down the length of his cock. His eyes are closed, squeezed tightly as he focuses on the soft lips and hint of tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
They’re outside, in some sort of field, the grass and wildflowers grow unburdened, spreading wildly. Eddie doesn’t care about the flowers; he's much more preoccupied with the set of lips wrapping around the head of his dick. There isn’t room in his mind to think about anything else, arousal flooding him, overwhelming him.
“Yeah, yeah, please, c’mon, baby,” Eddie whines, aching to reach down and weave his fingers through Buck’s curls. He can’t, arms stuck down at his sides. “Suck me off, Buck.” He needs it, needs more.
That happens sometimes when he dreams about Buck; he’s unable to move, limbs held down by an invisible force. Eddie’s never really tried to fight it, though, never had a want to, always happy to stay pinned down and at Buck’s mercy. It’s hard to think when Buck is overwhelming his senses with pleasure, a kind that Eddie rarely allows himself to feel.
Buck tightens his grip around the base of Eddie’s cock, head ducking lower, taking another few inches into his mouth. When the sensitive head of Eddie’s cock bumps against Buck’s soft palate, Eddie grunts, head turning to the side as he sucks in a sharp breath, his nose flooded with the earthy scents of the damp grass surrounding them, soft florals weaving through, further intoxicating his addled brain.
“So g-good,” Eddie praises, fists clenching at the resulting moan it pulls from Buck, feeling the sound more than hearing it, the sound drowned out by the obscene clicking in Buck’s throat as he takes him further back, swallowing around Eddie’s cock like he doesn’t need to breathe. “Jesus, you’re insane,” he groans, and groans again when Buck tries to answer, words garbled around a mouthful of Eddie.
A wet finger presses against Eddie’s hole, and he can’t help but buck his hips, driving his cock further into Buck’s throat before rocking back down against the finger pressing inside him. He’s caught between the two sensations, rocking back and forth, and Buck just lets him, eventually turning one finger to two, to three. He’s so fucking lost in it, like nothing else in the world seems to matter, just Buck, just the burning heat of lust.
“Fuck me,” Eddie pleads, voice breaking as the fingers inside him pet relentlessly against his prostate, the sensation too much all at once, but he can’t get away from it. He wouldn’t even if he could. “Need it,” he adds, whining in an attempt to get his way.
“Impatient,” Buck chides once he pulls off of Eddie, voice raw and wrecked. “But if you need it,” he continues, smirking as he rises to his knees, lining himself up between Eddie’s legs, the thick, fat head of his cock pressing against Eddie’s hole and—
—
Eddie jolts awake.
He’s lying on his back, but there’s something next to him, something he can see out of the corner of his eye, a weight he can feel on the bed next to him. It’s too dark to really see, and the spike of fear has him too nervous to turn and look, to face it head-on until…
“Eddie,” Buck murmurs.
Relief floods through him as he whips his head to the side.
“Buck, you scared the shit out of me,” Eddie responds, breathless, as he reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp just as Buck shouts, “Wait!”
“What?” He questions, turning back to face Buck, and is immediately confronted with why Buck had shouted.
Buck is kneeling on the bed next to him, but he’s not quite Buck. He’s got two sleek, black, obsidian-looking horns protruding from his head, but that isn’t the only difference. Behind Buck are a set of huge, dark wings. They aren’t fluffy or feathery like a bird, but fragile and bony like a bat’s. There’s something swinging behind Buck, too, something Eddie’s certain is a slim, pointed tail.
“Uh,” is all Eddie can manage to get out. He’s not afraid. Actually, he’s hard enough to cut glass in his sweats, but he’s sure that’s just a lingering effect of the dream he’d been having. The dream he’d been having about Buck, who is now sitting next to him. Buck, who is something otherworldly.
Maybe he’s still dreaming, actually.
“I swear you were dreaming about me first!” Buck rushes to get out, and all Eddie can do is cock his head to the side, more confused than ever.
“What?” He asks, cheeks flushed red. “Dreaming about you? What are you talking about? What are you, dude?” Eddie doesn’t like being confused, doesn’t like the feeling of people around him knowing what’s going on while he’s left in the dark. He likes to be in control of situations, to have something to hold onto to get him through it.
“Oh, right. Uh. I’m a…well, I’m an incubus.” Buck says, a hand reaching up to scrub nervously at the back of his neck.
“You’re an..incubus. You’re a sex demon?” It’s all Eddie knows about the word—well, other than the band, but he doesn’t think Buck is coming out to him as a five-piece rock band.
“I…yeah? That’s uh, the basic answer.”
Eddie laughs. He laughs so hard he struggles to sit up, abs aching with it. Once he manages to sit, he reaches out, tugging on one of the horns coming out of Buck’s head. “You’re fucking with me, right?” He asks, but as soon as his hand moves against the horn, Buck shudders, letting out a low, pained moan.
“S-stop, don’t do that. Fuck, Eddie, no, I’m not fucking with you,” Buck clarifies, batting Eddie’s hand away.
“Holy shit, you’re actually—wait, did that feel good?” Eddie’s brain catches up late, realizing halfway through why Buck had pushed him away.
“Uh, yeah, it did. It’s all real, Eddie. I,” Buck pauses with a sigh. “Look, I feel like I have some explaining to do.”
“I’ll say,” Eddie chimes in, but quickly closes his mouth when he gets a pointed look from Buck, instead gesturing for him to carry on.
“Sex demon is kind of right, I mean, I need sex—well, lust and pleasure—to live. But it’s not like you think. It doesn’t have to be real sex. It can be, y’know,” Buck starts to explain, gesturing toward the bed.
“In dreams,” Eddie finishes the statement, realization washing over him.
“I don’t go into dreams unless I’m wanted. The first time I stayed over here with you, I was exhausted. I thought maybe if you were having a nice dream, I could just get a little bit from it, but you were dreaming about me. So, I went in.”
“You went in. You can control my dreams?”
“Mm, not control. I can influence.”
“But when…when I dream about you, I can’t move.” Eddie doesn’t know why he says it, why it sticks out so much in his mind.
“That’s all you, sweetheart,” Buck damn near purrs, and Eddie starts to notice things, small things he hadn’t before. Buck still looks like himself, but there are minor changes. His brow is a little harsher, his eyes a little brighter.
“What?” Eddie’s mouth is dry. His dick is still aching in his pants.
“I give you what you want, that’s all.”
“But you said—”
“I can influence them, yeah, and I can do what I want, but I don’t need to. Especially not with you,” Buck clarifies, moving closer to Eddie, whose back is flat against the headboard. “I got into your dreams, and you started begging. First,” Buck says as he moves to straddle Eddie’s lap, and Eddie gasps, hands flying to Buck’s hips to hold onto him. “You were just begging in your mind. You’d look at me and you’d think, still stuck in your head even in your dreams, about all the things you wanted me to do.”
Eddie’s head is swimming, a heavy mist of sleepiness and lust making him almost dizzy. He can’t believe that he has Buck, an apparent sex demon, in his lap, telling him all about how desperate he is in his dreams. There’s no use denying it. He knows it’s true. They aren’t thoughts he only has in his dreams, they’re ones he has when he’s fucking his fist in the shower, or shoving his slim prostate massager inside himself late at night.
“Buck,” he starts to speak, but words fail him, his fingertips digging in harder at Buck’s hips instead, tapping desperate pleas that only Buck could understand.
Dark, nearly translucent wings move to cover the two of them, shutting out the world around them, as Buck continues, “It didn’t take long, though, before you really were begging, pleading with that pretty mouth of yours.” Buck traces the line of Eddie’s lips with his thumb, and Eddie parts them, letting Buck press down on his full lower lip. “Always wanting, no needing, me to fuck you, to use you.”
“Yeah,” Eddie mutters, shuddering as he cants his hips up, grinding against Buck, desperate to get any kind of friction.
“You want it now, I can feel it, it’s all you’re thinking about,” Buck speaks half against Eddie’s lips before kissing him, and oh. This is nice.
He doesn’t answer, gets lost in the kiss instead, mourning the loss of Buck’s thumb while groaning as Buck’s tongue explores his mouth, tracing his teeth and massaging his tongue, like he’s trying to taste every drop of Eddie that he can, like Eddie’s not the only desperate one here. It spurs Eddie on, hands moving up and down Buck’s sides, not getting too close to the wings, keeping his grip tight so he can rock his hips up against him, grinding his cock against Buck’s ass, even through the layers of fabric, It’s nice, it’s almost enough.
“Wanna hear you say it,” Buck says, breathless as he starts to kiss along his jaw, tongue and lips mouthing along the strong line.
Eddie freezes, his grip on Buck going slack as apprehension washes over him, the same nervousness that keeps him from acting on his feelings every day.
It’s okay, though, because Buck reaches up, takes Eddie’s face in his hands, and forces him to meet his eye. “Tell me what you want, Eddie,” Buck says, clear and with intent, and something washes over Eddie, something that ramps up the lust and tampers down the uncertainty.
He grinds his hips up once again, harder this time, forcing a groan out of both of them before he speaks. “Want you,” he gasps out, shaking himself free of Buck’s hold and surging forward to kiss him.
There’s a power struggle of tongue and teeth, one that’s more show than real, Buck letting Eddie think he has the upper hand for a while before pressing him firmly back against the headboard again. “Say it, Eddie. Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, eyes locked onto Eddie’s, and another surge of arousal pumps through him.
“Wanna suck your dick, want…want you to fuck me, want you to—” Eddie grunts, one of Buck’s hands slipping between their bodies to cup his cock through his pants. It’s gotta be wet now, he’s been hard so long he has to be leaking.
“Want me to what? Say it, baby,” Buck urges, moving to Eddie’s neck, dragging his tongue and teeth over sensitive flesh. “I know you can do it.”
“Want you to use me,” Eddie says with a gasp as Buck bites down where his neck meets his shoulder. “Please, Buck,” he pleads, hands sliding up Buck’s flank, finally letting his fingertips brush against the thin skin of Buck’s wings. It’s soft, thin, and almost velvety in texture.
“Eddie,” Buck gasps, pulling back from Eddie’s neck at the first touch to his wings.
Spurred on by Buck’s response, Eddie reaches higher, dragging his fingertips over the fragile boning supporting the wings, touch featherlight. Buck drags blunt nails down Eddie’s chest at the feeling, squirming under his touch.
“They’re so sensitive,” Eddie murmurs, fueled by fascination and arousal, and Buck nods.
Buck seems to have had enough, though, and he rises from Eddie’s lap, smoothly getting off of the bed to stand next to it, tugging Eddie by the legs to lie flat on the bed, perpendicular to the headboard. Eddie doesn’t know if Buck is normally this strong, or if Eddie’s just so into it that he’s easy to move. He’d believe it. He feels like putty waiting to be molded by Buck.
He can’t help it; he sits up and reaches out to Buck, pulling him back down on top of him. Their lips meet in a series of hot, panting kisses, half of them missing each other’s mouths. Every time Buck tries to pull away, Eddie pulls him back in, hungry, full of lust.
“Thought you wanted me to use you,” Buck teases, breathless and panting against Eddie’s cheek.
“Then do it,” Eddie challenges, trying to pull him in for another kiss.
Buck resists this time, pulling back and standing at the edge of the bed while Eddie watches, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he watches Buck shuck his sweats. His mouth falls open at the sight of Buck’s cock, fat and heavy, bobbing free. It’s just like it was in his dreams; thick, pink, enough to split Eddie open and holy shit, he wants that. He wants it so bad.
With the sweats out of the way, Eddie can confirm that there is a long, slim tail protruding from Buck’s lower back, ending in a rounded point. He wants to reach out, feel it under his fingers, see what Buck would do if he tugged on it.
Buck works Eddie’s clothes off next, quick and efficient, and Eddie allows himself to be manhandled, fabric slipping down his legs, and before he knows it, Buck is gripping each of Eddie’s ankles, forcing him to bend his knees and plant his feet on the bed. He’s spread wide, more exposed than he’s ever been, but he can’t be embarrassed. The eternally burning flame of shame inside him is snuffed out by the hungry look Buck gives him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
It makes Eddie pause, not the word he’d been expecting, and it warms his cheeks, not with embarrassment, but with pride. Buck thinks he's beautiful.
“Buck,” he whines. “Please, I need…”
It seems to shake Buck out of his stupor.
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” Buck’s turned the charm on again, and it makes Eddie’s cock twitch where it's resting low on his belly, a small blurt of precome seeping from the tip. “I just wanted to get a good look at you, the real you.”
Eddie’s in the middle of the bed, lying back with his knees up and spread, and it gives Buck just enough room to crawl onto the bed himself, slotting between Eddie’s legs. His wings expand, blanketing Eddie’s raised knees even as Buck dips down, nuzzling against the length of Eddie’s cock.
It’s a soft touch, his lips, nose, and cheek brushing against his aching length, but it’s enough to make him suck in a breath, hand flying down to fist into Buck’s short hair, right between the two protruding horns.
“Gonna let me do whatever I want?” Buck asks, still softly nuzzling against Eddie’s cock.
Eddie lets out something of a petulant whine. He’s impatient, wants Buck on him, in him.
“That's kind of the point of you using me, Buck,” he shoots back, attitude dripping from his words.
Buck doesn't move quicker, just works his hands under Eddie’s thighs, holding for now, his thumbs dipping into the cleft of his ass, just the tips of them brushing against Eddie’s rim.
“So impatient, you’re always so greedy.”
Eddie’s struck with the reminder that they've done this before, dozens of times in Eddie’s dreams, that Buck has been awake for it all, all of it committed to his memory, where all Eddie has is misty flashes.
“You know I can take it,” Eddie rumbles, trying to spur him on, fingers tightening in Buck’s hair as Buck’s thumbs inch closer to his hole, pressing down against the furled skin and pulling him open.
“Oh, I know you can,” Buck murmurs, shifting himself down so he’s lying a little flatter, the hands on the back of Eddie’s thighs pressing up, pushing them up toward his chest, parting his legs and really putting him on display. “But I want to take my time.”
He might say he wants to take his time, but Eddie doesn’t even have time to give Buck any snark before he’s licking a wide stripe over his hole.
Crying out, Eddie tries to rock his hips up, but Buck’s hold on his thighs keeps him pinned, keeps him spread open as Buck’s tongue circles his rim, dipping just inside before licking over him again. Eddie doesn’t remember this from any of the dreams. He can’t tell if this is something that they’ve done before that Buck knows he loves, or if this is new. It feels like a new sensation, one he could easily get used to; warm, wet heat flicking over his hole, teasing inside.
Buck’s right, though. Eddie’s impatient, he’s greedy, and he wants nothing but the feeling of Buck’s cock splitting him open. He can’t find it in him to argue, too far gone from the feeling of Buck’s mouth on him, Buck’s tongue turning his bones to jelly when it starts to tug at his rim, stretching him open, letting his tongue sink in deeper. He flips between fucking Eddie with his tongue and sucking on his rim, feasting on Eddie’s hole in a way that makes his back arch sharply.
This can’t be normal.
“Hm?” Buck hums against his hole, making Eddie grunt. “Wha’s not?” He slurs. “Feel too good?”
Fuck, he must have said it out loud.
“Jesus, Buck, yes,” he agrees. “C’mon, fuck me, you—”
Buck snatches the words from his mouth, crawling up his body and fixing him with a stare.
“This is why you never needed my influence,” he says, very matter-of-factly, with a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re just a natural born cockslut, aren’t you?”
“Just for you,” Eddie groans, Buck’s tail sneaking between them, trailing up and down Eddie’s chest and stomach. “Just- Just yours.”
“Holy shit,” Buck’s eyes widen, pupils blown wide, almost fully encapsulating his eyes. “Gonna get drunk on you,” he murmurs, which Eddie doesn't really understand, but it’s okay because a finger is circling his rim now, easing its way inside.
“More,” Eddie croaks. It’s not enough, not when he knows how good it’s going to feel once Buck is inside him.
Buck leans back, fumbling through Eddie’s side table drawer until he finally grasps the small bottle of lube. Eddie goes to question him, to ask how Buck knew it would be there, but Buck answers him with a slightly sheepish, “I snooped, sue me.”
He doesn’t have time to be ashamed of anything else that Buck had seen in the drawer, not when two slick fingers press against his yielding hole. Whatever noise he was going to make turns into something akin to a squeak, a sound he won’t admit he made later.
Skilled fingers work him open, twisting and tugging on his rim with every outward pull, working the muscle until it’s soft and pliant under his touch, two fingers turning to three. Three fingertips pressing inside him, alternating teasing and rubbing against Eddie’s prostate, working him into a near frenzy, writhing on the bed, his cock leaking copious amounts of precome onto his stomach.
“Could do this all night,” Buck says, punctuating his thought with a rough scrape against that sensitive spot inside Eddie, punching another moan from him, the pleasure growing rapidly. “I don’t actually need to make you come, you know.” The thin, leathery tail wraps around Eddie’s cock, down at the base, squeezing tightly and stopping the rising pleasure in its tracks. “It’s easier when you do, but I can feed from just this.”
The thought crosses Eddie’s mind that Buck might not actually let him come, and honestly, he’s too lust drunk to care. He doesn’t care if he comes; he just needs Buck inside him, and he needs it immediately.
So, he says as much.
“Don’t care, don’t— fuck, don’t need to come, just want you inside me.” Eddie gets the words out, brokenly, through moans and whines as Buck continues to toy with him.
It seems to work, though, as Buck withdraws his fingers, using the excess lube to coat his cock, already shining with overflowing precome. “How d’you want it?” He asks, eyes raking over Eddie like a meal to be devoured.
“Doesn’t matter, just want what you want. Want you to feel good.” He’s babbling a little now, the filter between his brain and his mouth shut down for reconstruction, every connection in his brain and nervous system rewired.
“Eddie,” Buck’s voice is low, rough, and gravelly, and it makes goosebumps rise on Eddie’s sweat-damp skin. “Turn over,” he commands, simple and calm, but Eddie doesn’t need to be told again and quickly flips himself over, shoulders and face planted in the mattress, knees bent and ass in the air. It must shock Buck because he makes a high noise, before he reaches out to grab great handfuls of Eddie’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart before letting go and letting them clash back together with a groan and repeating the motion. “So fucking perfect. You really do love presenting like this, it’s what you always beg for, for me to take you like this, to breed you.” Buck laughs, low and a little mean at the end, but he’s right.
The words make Eddie’s tummy flutter, his hole, bared and on display, clenching at the thought.
“Do it, holy shit, Buck, do it.” He’s in no place to make demands, bent over and exposed like this, but he’s desperate.
“Such a slut for it,” Buck murmurs, shuffling forward on his knees until he’s nearly flush with Eddie.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees.
“Hold yourself open for me, baby.”
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Eddie twists his arms around to reach back and do exactly as Buck instructs.
Tapping the head of his cock once, twice against Eddie’s hole, Buck grunts as he presses forward, finally, the thick head breaching Eddie and pulling a long, satisfied groan from deep in his chest. It burns as Buck punches forward, Eddie’s body stretching to accommodate the thick length.
Buck doesn’t ease him into it, instead setting a punishing pace from the get-go, heavy balls swinging and smacking against Eddie with every quick thrust. His wings flap with his thrusts, shallow, jerky movements, involuntary. He grips Eddie’s hips tightly, hard enough that surely there will be bruises in the morning.
Eddie’s hands slip free, unable to stay bent back, not with the brutal rhythm Buck’s hips are beating into him. Instead, he moves them up, gripping the edge of the bed, the bedding bunched in his fists as he holds on. There’s sweat beading on his back, rolling in heavy rivulets to pool between his shoulders, soaking into his hair, but he’s never been less bothered by it. The only sensation he can feel is Buck sawing in and out of him, carving a space for him. The feeling is intoxicating, addicting in the way that he craves more every time Buck pulls back.
“So tight, Jesus, fucking suckin’ me back in,” Buck groans through heavy pants.
Sounds flow freely from Eddie, unabashed in a way that he’s never been, a litany of moans, whimpers, whines. He feels…free.
And he’s going to come.
Holy shit, he’s going to come.
“Buck, I-”
In a flash, Buck is pulling out of him and flipping him onto his back. His orgasm is gone, cock pulsing almost painfully with the denial, but there’s no time to dwell on it when Buck’s pressing his hips forward again, uncoordinated as Buck’s cock slips past Eddie’s hole the first time, finally catching on the second press of his hips.
Looming over Eddie, with his wings spread, Buck looks massive. It does something to Eddie that he’s not quite ready to admit. It’s not like he has the brainpower for that, not when Buck has him folded in half, legs pushed high and wide as he fucks into him. Their mouths meet in heated, messy kisses, teeth catching on lips and jaw, finesse long forgotten.
Eddie’s hot, sweaty, overwhelmed, but he can’t stop wanting.
“Need you—” His back arches sharply as Buck’s cock slides just right. “N-need you to come in me.”
“Oh, n-need, huh?” Buck teases breathlessly, but Eddie’s been brought near the peak of pleasure too many times tonight; his patience has run thin, and he reaches up, two hands gripping the horns on either side of his head, thumbs dragging over the pointed tips. “Eddie!” Buck’s hips stutter as he cries out, seemingly endless, hot spurts of cum filling Eddie as Buck gives a last few aborted thrusts.
Buck works a hand between them quickly, gripping Eddie’s cock and jerking him off quickly, still grinding his hips, fucking his spend deeper into Eddie.
“You’re fucking insane,” Buck says with a chuckle, still panting, working through the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Couldn’t wait another second, could you? S’cause you’re made for this, and you know it.”
Eddie’s head thrashes side to side, hands back in the bedding, gripping tightly, pleasure tearing and ripping its way through Eddie. The orgasm builds low in his belly, but something stops him, hitting an invisible, impenetrable barrier. It’s familiar, the same one he’s carried with him for years, the one that tells him he doesn’t deserve good things. He doesn’t deserve to come, he shouldn’t feel this good, he shouldn’t—
“Eddie.” Buck’s voice brings him back to the moment, eyes wide and glossy as he looks up at him. “Let me,” he coaxes, and Eddie nods, unsure of what he’s agreeing to, but he trusts Buck. Buck leans forward, and his tail winds from behind him, coming up to loop around Eddie’s neck.
Trying to slow his racing heart, Eddie meets Buck’s eyes and tilts his head back just enough to give Buck the go-ahead.
Two things happen at once. Buck’s tail squeezes tighter, just enough to make its presence known, and something washes over Eddie. It’s something from Buck, but whatever it is, it feels like a hot, humid blanket on his skin, on his soul. Freeing and constricting in a way that only allows Eddie to think of one thing: pleasure.
With Buck’s hand moving against him again, hips grinding, it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build again, to reach the peak he’s been so desperate to crest. Whatever control he had over his limbs is gone, his hands flying up again, this time holding onto Buck’s wings, the soft membrane of the wings, giving softly under Eddie’s touch.
It makes Buck start rocking his hips again, still mostly hard, giving Eddie short, staccato thrusts as his fist flies over Eddie’s length.
“Buck!” Is all the warning he’s able to give. Pleasure builds quickly, slamming into Eddie, the wall separating him from nirvana smashed easily by overwhelming heat as his stomach twists, tightening until it can’t anymore before everything is let loose, head thrown back as he comes.
Buck works him through him, cum striping Eddie’s stomach, dripping over Buck’s knuckles as he slowly moves his fist. Eddie’s arms dropped, body turned to jello in the wake of everything.
Once he’s come down, Buck rearranges them on the bed, Buck on his back, Eddie tucked under his arm with his wings surrounding them both.
“You’ve been in my dreams all this time,” Eddie says into the darkness as they lie there.
“Mm, not all the time. You’re usually dreaming about me before I get there, so,” Buck says with a grin. He doesn’t need to finish it. Eddie knows.
He dreams about Buck all the time. Whether Buck is there or not.
“Guess that makes you the man of my dreams.”
“That was terrible.”Buck barks out a laugh.
“You loved it,” Eddie says sleepily.
“I loved it,” Buck agrees, squeezing an arm around Eddie.