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“Truth or dare?”
“What?” Eddie splutters, tequila spilling out of his mouth and soaking through his t-shirt. He wipes himself down hazily, hiccuping as he adds, “We’re not teenagers, Buck.”
Buck shrugs, scrunching his nose up and tilting his head in a way that has Eddie spluttering some more.
Fuck.
Eddie is very aware of everything right now. He’s aware of the way Buck is looking at him, his eyes glinting. He’s aware of the fact that he’s slightly more than tipsy right now. He’s aware of Buck and his stupid hair and his stupid smile and his stupid arms.
Another thing Eddie’s also aware of: he wants to kiss Buck.
“It’ll be fun!” Buck’s voice rises slightly higher as he leans across the couch to slap Eddie’s shoulder lightly. His hand stays put, though, his fingertips burning right through Eddie’s skin. “C’mon!”
Eddie takes another shot, his entire body thrumming under the pressure of Buck’s hand, every single nerve ending on fire. The idea is… a tad risky, given their current states.
“Fine,” he huffs out, letting his head roll back against the couch. “Go for it.”
Eddie may regret this in the morning, he loves to run his mouth when he’s drinking.
Buck breaks out into a grin, eyes slightly glazed over as he releases his grip on Eddie’s shoulder. “Great!” His cheeks are slightly flushed from the alcohol as he swings to face Eddie head-on, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the couch. He clears his throat dramatically before asking, “Truth or dare, Eds?”
Eddie lifts his head slowly, head spinning. “Truth.”
Buck rolls his eyes playfully, bringing the tequila bottle up to his lips to take another sip. Eddie watches with intent, he watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows back the liquid, he watches the way his beautifully pink lips stretch around the top. Then, he lets the bottle fall away, pupils slightly blown as his gaze locks on Eddie. “Truth?”
Eddie shifts in his seat. “Yes, Buck, truth.”
“What’s your biggest turn-on?” The question comes out as if he’s been sitting on it, like he calculated it ahead of time. Knowing Buck, he probably got the idea at work hours earlier—doing extensive research on the best truth or dare questions in preparation to make Eddie squirm.
“I don’t…” Eddie trails off, blinking at Buck dumbly.
You turn me on, Buck. Your thighs, your arms, your—
Eddie bites back on that being his actual verbal answer, obviously. It’s too early in this little game to fumble now. He needs to get a grip. Why is he sweating?
“Too hard for your first question?”
The corner of Buck’s mouth turns up into the littlest of smirks and Eddie has to fight with himself internally not to do anything stupid.
“I’ll take it easy, Eds,” Buck’s voice drops low as he scoots closer, his knees pressing up against Eddie’s thigh and hip. Eddie has to swallow back a groan. This—this turns him on; Buck’s voice soft like butter, low and tantalising. “How ‘bout we try a different truth?”
Is Buck doing this purposefully?
“Okay,” Eddie manages.
Like he devised a list and he’s reading from it, Buck asks, “Do you like anyone?”
Eddie can’t help but let out a little chuckle, his ears blazing hot. Another question that has an answer of Buck. Is this high school?
He doesn’t have to say who… right? Buck’s question was “Do you like anyone?” not “Who do you like?”
He’s got this. Just a quick—
“Yes.”
Here’s the thing: Eddie cannot recall the moment he started seeing Buck in a different light. Maybe it’s always been there, slowly bubbling up over time, or maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream that makes his desire for Buck absolutely impossible to ignore. He feels hot with the realisation, hot with the enormity of his want.
Buck’s eyes light up, his hand coming to rest on Eddie’s thigh innocently, warm and firm. Eddie snatches the bottle from Buck’s other hand—the one not on Eddie’s thigh—their fingers knocking together as he pulls back to raise the bottle to his lips. The liquid burns on its way down, lighting him up from the inside.
“Who?”
“Nuh-uh, ‘m not telling you,” Eddie slurs, clicking his tongue. He has bearings. “It’s my turn.”
Buck pouts, his bottom lip jutting out and—oh, he looks adorable. He’s just so… perfect. Eddie is overwhelmed. “Okay, hit me.”
“Buck,” Eddie hiccups, locking his gaze on the other man, ignoring the endless rush of heat surging through his entire body. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Buck says instantly, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Eddie ponders this, his thoughts scrambled. His heart jackhammers in his chest. What the fuck is he supposed to say? I dare you to break dance for thirty seconds? I dare you to take off your t-shirt? I dare you to drink a raw egg? I dare you to kiss—
He goes for the second option—don’t ask why, he’s drunk—and he thoroughly enjoys the outcome; Buck sits across from him shirtless, his chest, his arms, his muscles, his tattoos, his tits, on full display. And Eddie tries to remain insanely nonchalant, not letting his eyes linger too long, but he nearly blacks the fuck out.
“Hot—” he tries not to choke, “—Are you hot? You look hot. Do you want me to turn the AC on? Y-Yeah… I'll do that.” He moves to stand up, his knees shaking, but Buck holds him firmly in place, his long fingers flexing and digging into Eddie’s clothed thigh. “B-Buck,” he pleads.
Buck’s eyes darken. “Truth or dare.”
Eddie throws his head back with a groan, his vision swimming. Even when he squeezes his eyes shut, all he sees is Buck shirtless and flushed. He cannot escape. He’s quite literally clawing at the walls of his enclosure.
“Dare,” Eddie mutters weakly.
“There he is,” Buck mumbles in that liquid silk voice, giving Eddie’s thigh a mindless squeeze.
Eddie’s eyes shoot open on instinct, the feeling immediately heading south. “‘M here,” he huffs out, letting his gaze wander up and down, eyeing Buck like he’s starving. He can’t help it. Besides, Buck doesn’t seem to mind—his eyes continue to darken. “What’s your dare?”
“Coincidentally, your dare was—” Buck hiccups, “—gonna b-be my first dare.”
“Oh, yeah?” Eddie feels his heart up in his throat, his head pounds, and his eyes blur. “Tell me to strip then, Buck.”
Buck bites down on his bottom lip and Eddie’s dick gives a pathetic little twitch, already half-hard. “Take off your t-shirt.”
He complies and tears it clean off his head, flinging it halfway across the room. Eddie would probably do this sober if he were asked. He knows that he wants Buck when he’s sober, too. He’s known for a long time, but it’s clear the metaphorical pot is overflowing right now.
Of course it is.
Buck releases a strangled sort of noise, something caught between a gasp and a whine, and Eddie has to look away, his cheeks worryingly red. Fuck, Eddie is going to hear that noise whenever he’s alone—it’s going to pierce his ears when he’s trying to sleep, when he showers, cooks, works, watches TV.
This might’ve already gotten out of hand. They are both shirtless. And—hey, they’ve been shirtless together before, they’ve even seen each other naked before, but this feels… different. Charged is a word for it.
The game must continue. “Truth or dare?” Eddie asks, still averting his gaze from Buck.
“Truth,” Buck whispers.
Not even a beat later, Eddie breathes out, “Is sex good with men?” It’s not something he means to say, it’s just something that… slips out? Blame it on the tequila and his loose tongue, not his curious dick. Bad mouth. Very, very bad mouth. He clearly cannot get a grip.
Buck looks like he’s in mild disorientation, his birthmark flushing a dark purple. “I—uh, yes?”
Eddie hums. “You sound unsure.”
“No!” Buck’s other hand flies out to grab Eddie’s thigh in a sense of urgency. Eddie’s dick gives another twitch at the contact. He feels kind of pathetic. “I’m just shocked you’re—It’s fucking mindblowing actually.”
Huh. Eddie’s brain suddenly supplies him with the image of Buck on his knees at work earlier in the day. And that… that alone was mindblowing—even this, right here, right now, is making his head spin like he’s on the fucking waltzer. He needs to keep some semblance of composure. “I-I choose truth, by the way.”
Buck looks at Eddie in slight wonder, smiling softly, like he’s admiring him. Eddie senses a shift—a tectonic plate type shift—and it’s all just so incredibly overwhelming. “Do you want to have sex with a man? Is that why you’re asking, Eds?”
Eddie feels his throat close impossibly tight. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth. This shouldn’t be happening right now. “Maybe,” he chokes out, helpless as Buck shifts even closer, his pupils blacked out. Eddie is crumbling and he’s crumbling fast. “Truth o-or dare?”
“Dare,” Buck says, cocking his head, rubbing his thumbs in circles across Eddie’s thigh.
In a moment of utter selfishness and want for Buck, he decides to throw all caution to the wind. “Will you kiss—”
Buck cuts him off, closing the remaining space between them to slam—not so graciously—his lips up against Eddie’s hurriedly, messily, like he’s hungry for it as well. Eddie moans into Buck’s mouth, hands immediately flying to wrap around his neck as he kisses back with heat.
The kiss deepens immediately, Buck’s tongue wet and hot as he maps out the inside of Eddie’s mouth, the taste of tequila so intoxicating. Eddie lets him, he feels completely pliant under Buck’s touch. So incredibly weak. Then… Buck bites down on Eddie’s bottom lip, sucking on it gently, causing a guttural moan to produce right from the bottom of Eddie’s throat.
Buck pulls back suddenly, wiping down his mouth with the back of his hand, cheeks rosy, lips swollen and eyes incredibly wide. Eddie feels himself whimper at the sight as his arms fall slack, one wedged now wedged around Buck’s waist, the other crashing into a cushion on the couch. He doesn’t want to move. He can’t.
“You were daring me to—fuck, you were asking me to kiss you, right?”
“Yes, Buck,” Eddie says, his voice cracked and hoarse. He wants more. He craves more. But will he regret more?
Buck nods as if he’s psyching himself up for it but they… they just kissed. At least Eddie thinks they did? His brain isn’t that good at conjuring up the feeling of physical touch. They kissed. It’s a thing that’s happened, something Eddie has been distantly wanting for years.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck growls, tracing a pointer finger up Eddie’s chest, a touch feather light but enough to cause goosebumps. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
Eddie twitches involuntarily, suppressing another moan. “Me too,” he admits, a little breathless. “I dare you to keep going.”
“Is it even your turn?” Buck laughs, knocking his forehead against Eddie’s.
“I can’t remember,” Eddie mumbles, shifting in his position, his dick throbbing painfully in his boxers, his tip leaking uncomfortably. “Do you want to continue or not?”
Buck nods again, maybe a little too much. Surely he’s dizzy, but it doesn’t deter him from pulling Eddie back towards him, their mouths connecting again in a haze that has Eddie lurching forward, hands tangling in his hair. They kiss like that for a while, languid and soft, and Eddie’s entire body feels electric—one touch too far south and he’ll be tripping. Fizzling out.
It’s everything Eddie has been waiting for, he realises this now. He’s been tiptoeing around this feeling for close to a decade. He feels so much, he feels Buck everywhere and in everything. All the time. Always. Drunk or sober.
He would never regret this.
“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie groans into his mouth, hips rutting up to meet nothing. He’s so desperate and buzzy and horny for more. He’s never wanted someone so bad before. Nothing quite compares to Buck’s hands and mouth on him. “‘M so hard.”
Buck gives a little whimper into his mouth before pulling his head back to meet Eddie’s eyes. Fuck. “Truth or dare, baby?” Double fuck.
Baby.
“Truth,” he pants, giving Buck’s hair a little tug.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Buck purrs, dropping his head to the crook of Eddie’s neck and mouthing at the skin sloppily.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath, angling his head to give Buck better access as he thrusts into the air again. Oh, he wants it.
“Use your words, Eds,” Buck mumbles right up against his skin hotly.
Oh, how he wishes he could, he’d really love to use his words right now, but the world is currently tilting on its axis and Eddie has never been so hard in his life. He’s pretty sure all of the blood in his body is in his dick right now.
“Y-Yes,” he stutters when Buck’s finger circles his nipple tantalisingly slowly. Eddie ruts his hips again, desperate for something. Anything. He needs friction. “I want that—fuck, Buck, I—”
“My God, you’re desperate for it,” Buck whispers right into his ear before sinking his teeth into Eddie’s burning skin just underneath. He sucks harshly, heat pooling in Eddie’s lower stomach as he lets out a little whine. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby,” he mumbles up against the sensitive bruise, soothing it with his tongue gently. “I’ll show you just how mindblowing it is.”
Eddie doesn’t doubt him. He’s a victim of hearing about Buck’s sexual encounters with other people. He tries not to get jealous over those people right now though. Buck wants to fuck him. Eddie. Buck wants to fuck Eddie. That’s all that matters. He can be mad and territorial later.
“Touch me,” Eddie begs, already feeling incredibly fucked raw. He lost his bearings somewhere in between asking Buck to kiss him and Buck marking his golden skin a purplish red that he’s sure he will have to attempt to cover before his next shift. “Please, Buck, I n-need you.”
Buck immediately drops from the couch to the floor, worming his way in between Eddie's legs and—well, let’s just say that Eddie has never seen a more beautiful sight splayed out in front of him in his life. He’s knocked breathless as Buck shifts one of his hands to Eddie's other thigh, dancing his fingers up and along the waistband of his joggers.
Eddie tries not to thrust, breathing in and out through his nose. He’s not going to last, and he hasn’t even been touched yet. If Eddie weren’t so fueled by straight tequila, no chasers, he’d be embarrassed. Right now though, he can’t find it within himself to care. Buck seems to thrive off of Eddie whining and writhing around though.
“If you could see yourself right now, Eddie,” Buck blabbers, breathing heavily, finally tucking his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s joggers, giving them a harsh tug downwards. Eddie moves on instinct, arching off the couch. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Been waiting to get my mouth on you.”
Eddie melts, throwing his head back and exposing his throat, fingers reaching up to tangle in Buck’s curls as he pulls Eddie’s joggers off all the way, leaving him sitting in his boxers. He can feel the tip of his dick leaking through the fabric uncomfortably.
“Ohhh, wow,” Buck slurs, ducking his head to leave a trail of kisses along Eddie’s inner thighs, paying both of them equal attention, his stubble scratching against his sweat-slick skin deliciously. “You’re soaked.” Eddie’s brain spins with the room as Buck stops, hovering over his clothed dick.
“Buck,” Eddie hisses through gritted teeth, already way too overly sensitive. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Buck coos, bringing up a hand to rub Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leans into it, thrumming with anticipation. Buck is going to suck his dick—or, at least that’s where Eddie thinks this is going—and then Buck is going to show him the wonders of gay sex. Evan Buckley, his best friend of nine years. “‘M gonna make you feel so good.”
“Nghh—fuck,” Eddie groans out when Buck wraps his lips around the clothed head of his dick, sucking at the fabric like a man on a mission. Eddie’s vision is practically done for when Buck shifts his hand to grasp gently at his throat.
Jesus Christ.
Eddie likes that. He likes that a lot. He lets another moan slip.
“You’re so responsive, Eds,” Buck murmurs right up against him, using his free hand to squeeze at the base of his dick. Eddie’s hips give a pathetic jerk upwards. “It’s hot.”
All Eddie can utter in response is a weak, “I want you.”
“I know. I—fucking hell, I want you, too,” Buck pants openly, the vibrations of his lips sending a jolt right through Eddie’s dick, splitting off and burying deep within his bones. He hooks a finger around the waistband of Eddie’s boxers next. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
The use of a new pet name—he’s still not over baby just yet, his brain cannot physically handle sweetheart—has his chest heaving as he arches on command. Eddie hisses as his dick springs free, aching and dripping with precum. “Shit.”
Buck’s tongue darts out to wet his perfect pink lips, his eyes uncharacteristically dark now, and Eddie shivers. He’s completely exposed and Buck looks like he wants to eat him. It’s all so overwhelming. No one has ever looked at him like this. Or, perhaps there’s a chance he just wasn’t looking properly before.
Maybe it’s his rapidly decreasing inhibition, maybe it’s the tequila, maybe it’s just his dick, but Eddie sees so clearly. He sees it now. All of it. How was he so blind?
“Truth or dare?”
Buck sucks in a sharp breath, letting his hand drop from Eddie’s throat. “Eddie—what?”
“Answer the damn question, Evan,” Eddie huffs out. He’s growing a tad impatient, his dick craves attention.
“Truth.” Buck shrugs, immediately darting forward to properly wrap his lips around Eddie’s dick, running his tongue along the slit with a pleased hum.
Eddie lets out a string of expletives, grasping at Buck’s hair. He arches so far off the couch that his back cracks as he tries to chase Buck’s warmth. Buck swiftly shoves him back down, pinning him by his left hip, lapping his tongue around the sensitive head of his dick.
“Holy shit—fuck me, Buck, s’good,” Eddie slurs, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he sees stars and hears colours. All he can smell is alcohol, sweat and imminent sex—the air is thick with it. He wants to die right here with Buck in between his legs.
The cacophony of wet sounds mixed with Buck’s little grunts is almost too much for Eddie to handle, his orgasm curls right in his gut. He’s about to explode and Buck has only had his mouth on him for precisely four minutes, hollowing his cheeks and slurping as if Eddie’s dick is his last meal on earth.
“Buckkk, ‘m close, please.”
Buck only groans louder, taking Eddie deeper into his mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of Buck’s beautiful throat repeatedly as he bobs his head up and down.
He howls as he comes hot and fast, his entire body spasming underneath Buck’s hold on him. Buck rides him through it, swallowing down the endless amount of cum that splurts out like he’s ravenous for more, milking him dry.
Eddie feels wrung out when Buck pulls back, his hand falling from Buck’s hair. He’s still shaking, he’s never had such a knock-you-off-your-feet orgasm in his life. He didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good.
“What was your question, Eddie?” Buck asks, his voice absolutely wrecked from deep throating Eddie to heaven's gates and back.
“Mmm?” he hums as he pries his eyes open.
And—oh, Buck has never looked more beautiful, Eddie is pretty sure. He looks like he was handcrafted by a Greek God, sculpted so gorgeously, all sharp edges. And, well, Eddie probably shouldn’t be thinking about God with a man between his thighs who is marginally drunk and absolutely going to town, but it feels fitting. This is an experience, a religious one at that. Life-altering, already way beyond mindblowing. Buck was made for Eddie, crafted specially for him.
Buck chuckles, letting his head rest on Eddie’s thigh, leaving a little kiss that has him twitching with interest… yet again.
How is Eddie still hard?
“Ask me something,” Buck says softly, shifting on his knees slightly.
“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Eddie blurts out. He’s not thinking clearly, he’s in a post-orgasm daze and he wants more. He wants Buck to take him apart. He wants him so badly.
Buck bites down on his bottom lip, eyes a fiery haze as he nods. In a tick, he’s standing up and looming over Eddie. Buck offers out his hand for Eddie to take, which he does, and then he’s pulled up to his feet, knees knocking together.
Eddie crashes flush against Buck’s chest, the hand not intertwined with his own flies out to steady him by the waist.
“C’mon then, baby,” Buck beckons, pulling Eddie down the hall by his hand. Eddie follows a little blindly, stumbling over his feet as his head spins.
Fuck. Buck is taking Eddie to his own fucking bedroom like he lives here. He doesn’t. He moved out. Eddie has half a mind to drop to his knees and beg Buck to move back in, but he doesn’t because that would be ridiculous—given the fact he’s naked and hard as a rock—so he just lets himself get dragged. Although, a voice in his head tells him that Buck would love that. Buck has made it very apparent so far that he loves reducing Eddie to a begging mess.
As soon as they enter the bedroom, Buck pushes him up against the back of the door and immediately resumes his previous task of nipping and sucking at the expanse of Eddie’s throat.
Eddie lets out a delighted groan, tilting his head up, grinding his hips up against Buck’s clothed—but very clearly hard—cock. He feels dizzy with it. Buck is pulsing against him, heaving out laboured breaths as he continues to mark Eddie, almost relentless in his actions.
“Buck,” Eddie whines, knees weak as Buck begins to rut up against him, slotting one strong thigh in between Eddie’s legs. “Christ—look who’s desperate now.”
Buck draws out a blissful moan, gripping both of Eddie’s hips and pushing him further up against the door. The wood is cool against his back, sending shivers down his spine. “I could fuck you right up against this door,” he growls into Eddie’s ear, his breath hot. “Would you like that?”
Now it’s Eddie's turn to nod, and he does so very enthusiastically. “Whatever you want, Buck,” he pants, slightly winded as Buck continues to grind his hips down, rubbing right up against Eddie’s throbbing dick. “Ahh—fuck.”
“This is about what you want, princess,” Buck mutters, licking along the underside of Eddie’s jaw, causing him to cry out in pure pleasure.
Oh, another pet name he likes. Eddie is a very weak, weak man.
“Just fuck me,” Eddie moans deep in his throat. Buck pulls back, and in the low light of the bedroom, his eyes somehow look even darker—two bottomless pits of desire staring deep into his soul.
Buck chuckles, digging his fingernails into the expanse of Eddie’s hips. “Don’t forget the name of the game… truth or dare?”
“I hate you,” Eddie hisses as he lets his head hit the door with blunt force, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. Bad idea. That may hurt tomorrow.
“Feels like it.” Buck pauses to pull back, sweat dripping down his forehead, his cheeks blotchy and his nose beet red. Eddie wants to lick it up, wants to take another shot of tequila and chase it down with Buck’s sweat and a squeeze of lime. “You’re still so hard, Eds.”
He feels like a fucking animal, actually. He’s about to pounce if Buck doesn’t do something. This is his first time being intimate with a man and he’s feral—absolutely gagging for it. It has unlocked something primal from within.
“It’s the alcohol,” Eddie lies, his neck growing hot as he looks away.
“I’m sure it is. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Buck hooks one finger under Eddie’s chin, forcing his gaze back up. Eddie is utterly encapsulated with the man, he’s willing to do anything Buck wants. He trusts Buck more than anyone, he always has.
Then, two fingers begin to nudge at Eddie’s lips. “Open up for me.”
Eddie opens. How could he not? He lets Buck slip his fingers into his mouth down to the second knuckle. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s never sucked someone else’s fingers before but he’s very eager to be sucking Buck’s right now. He hollows his cheeks slightly, saliva dribbling down his chin as he swallows around the digits, trying to mimic Buck’s prior movements on his dick. Obviously, this is different, he doesn’t have a cock in his mouth, but Buck’s fingers are so long and rough as they drag across his tongue.
He feels wired as fuck, especially when Buck begins to drive his fingers into Eddie’s mouth slowly… gently. Like he’s testing something.
It’s all just so hazy. Eddie is floating on cloud nine right now—no, not the superstore. His best friend has got him pinned up against the door and sucking his fingers. He has never been so turned on in his life.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t gag when Buck hits the back of his throat—in fact, he welcomes it. He craves more. Eddie is clearly discovering a lot of things about himself today.
Then, Buck slips his fingers back out with a wrecked groan, pressing a kiss to the end of Eddie’s nose. “Turn ‘round, baby. Make sure your legs are spread.”
Eddie complies, bracing both arms against the door and spreading his legs wide. He’s suddenly very aware of the fact that he’s very naked right now while Buck is still clothed from the waist down, but hey, he’ll only complain if Buck continues to tease him.
“God,” Buck breathes out, pushing his throbbing member up against the curve of his ass. Eddie revels in it, feeling the curve and length of his cock, twitching and begging to be touched. His dry hand reaches out to clap his left cheek, the sound ringing in Eddie’s ears. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Buck,” Eddie whimpers, feeling the residual sting, spreading his legs just a tad more. “Get on with it.”
“S’impatient, princess,” Buck tuts, his words slurring.
Eddie grunts in response, backing up into the hand still firmly pressed against his ass. Buck begins to knead the flesh, leaning over to kiss the back of Eddie’s neck. His knees nearly give out.
Thank fuck for the thigh bracketing him against the door. Thank fuck for the strong, big man holding him up.
Buck continues to kiss his neck lazily, dropping his hand momentarily before bringing it back up to connect with Eddie’s ass again. This one lands. Eddie feels it everywhere, his skin vibrating from the sheer force.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Eddie whines, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation. He’s so fucking dizzy.
“‘M sorry, baby, just enjoying the view back here,” Buck says smugly, spreading Eddie’s cheeks apart slightly.
Eddie flushes deeply. Buck is actually going to kill him, he’s going to work him open slowly, muttering words of praise into his ear until Eddie well and truly passes away. He sucks in a gasp, his hole clenching around nothing.
“Fuck. That’s hot,” he hears Buck mutter over the ringing in his ears and the pounding in his head and the jackhammering of his heart. Then, Buck presses one slicked-up finger to Eddie’s entrance, circling over it a few times to evenly distribute the spit coating his digits. “This ‘kay, baby?”
A bolt of pleasure wracks through Eddie’s body, shooting right up his spine. His mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyebrows pinching together as he pushes back on Buck’s fingers. “More.”
Eddie can feel Buck smirk against his neck as his finger sinks deeper. It burns, much like the tequila he necked, but it’s a good burn. He feels full. Buck’s finger is inside him.
“So tight around my finger, Eddie,” Buck rasps, nipping at his earlobe gently as he starts to pump it in and out slowly. “Can’t wait to feel you stretched around me.”
“S’good,” Eddie whines, his cheek smushing against the door as he draws in short little puffs of air, the lingering buzz of alcohol intensifying the entire experience. The room is still spinning. “More, Buck… need more.”
“Listen to you begging for it.” Buck angles his finger and Eddie’s vision blacks out as an animalistic groan is ripped from the very depths of his throat. “So pretty, baby. Love your ass.”
“Holy shit,” Eddie gawks as Buck slips in a second finger, stretching him out even further, curling them up and twisting them to smooth over his prostate in a way that has Eddie’s knees jerking. His jaw is somewhere on the floor. He’ll find it tomorrow if he regains his sight.
Buck is breathing loudly behind him, rutting up against Eddie’s hip as he works two fingers inside him, coaxing him open with care, slow and gentle, making sure to brush over the very spot that has Eddie gasping for air. “You like this, don’t you? You’re so fucking wet for me, Eddie.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, thrusting down to meet Buck’s fingers. He’s desperate to feel more, desperate to be filled. Truth or dare might just be his favourite game ever. Every single inch of him is on fire. He feels so good. “Please don’t stop.”
Eddie can hear that Buck enjoys this. He enjoys watching Eddie unfold before him. “You gonna come on my fingers untouched, princess? You close again?”
Eddie nods erratically, letting out a string of broken uh-uh-uh’s as Buck begins to scissor him open. He grinds down on Buck’s hand, earning himself the occasional slap to the ass. His left cheek is likely bruised and red raw. That’s fine. He’ll deal with the consequences.
He feels his second orgasm roll over him in waves, leaving him a trembling mess as his load paints the door and floor. Buck wraps an arm around his waist to hold him steady, adding a third finger to work Eddie through the high of it.
“Good boy,” Buck whispers into his hair, pressing a long kiss to the top of his head. It feels so much more intimate with his fingers still buried deep in his hole. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Eddie nearly cries from the overstimulation of it all. He still can’t see, he physically cannot open his eyes. The tequila hits him again. “I’m so fucking—”
“Jesus, Eddie,” Buck groans loudly, accidentally cutting him off, panting into his ear. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants. That was so hot.”
“You—you’re close?”
Buck hums, shifting his fingers inside Eddie as he resumes humping against his hip, his cock twitching dangerously. Eddie is pretty sure he blacks out as he meets Buck halfway, slamming back down against his hand.
“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing,” Buck grunts, wrapping his fist around Eddie’s dick—he’s still half-hard and twitching with renewed interest. This is pathetic; he has finished twice and he’s already ready for round three. Buck is right, he is needy. He’s so fucking needy. This has never happened before.
“Want you to fuck me, Buck, please,” he babbles. He can’t think of anything else other than that—and, well, the fingers deep in his ass that periodically twitch over the spot that makes Eddie go numb and gooey all over.
Buck stutters in his movements, breathing out a shaky moan, his head falling to Eddie’s shoulder as he squeezes the base of Eddie’s dick. “One sec.”
“Did you just finish? Fucking hell…” Eddie trails off, dazed. He’s salivating heavily, his spit thick and dripping down his chin. He doesn't even want to know what he looks like right now.
“M’sorry, Eddie,” Buck mumbles against his flushed skin, slowly removing his fingers from Eddie’s ass and letting his hand drop from his dick. “S’worked up right now. That was so—” he sucks in a sharp breath, “—turn ‘round and look at me.”
Eddie whimpers at the loss of contact, chest heaving. He takes a beat, feeling the cool wood of the door against his cheek, and then he pushes back, spinning on his heels with as much strength as he can muster for a man who has had two orgasms in very short proximity to one another.
He faces Buck, eyes still pinched shut as he falls against the door with a weak groan, his back pressed flush up against it. His dick, still alive and just as hard as it was before, gives a jolt when Buck grapples his hips with shaky hands.
“I said look at me,” Buck grits out, squeezing down hard on Eddie’s sensitive skin.
Eddie’s eyes shoot open. That’s good, that’s great. He can see. He can see Buck; his glistening eyes, a darker shade of blue than usual; his hair, dripping beads of sweat; his lips, bright pink and wet and swollen. God—even his birthmark, flushed with exertion. Eddie has to bite down on his tongue to stop from spilling all over himself for a third time.
It’s embarrassing how horny he still is, how cock-drunk. He feels… reborn.
“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie pants, letting his head drop to Buck’s shoulder. Buck looks way too obscene to handle right now. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Buck hums dreamily right up against Eddie’s pulse point, tongue darting out to lap at the clammy skin there. Eddie’s entire body twitches at the feeling, every sense and nerve ending on overdrive.
There’s a small chance Eddie might actually die. Buck will kill him. He wants it stated for the record that Buck shouldn’t get arrested—he’s happy to die to Buck’s cock and he doesn’t care how it happens.
Eddie lifts his head, eyes glazed over. “Take off your pants.”
Buck obeys with a wrecked little mewl, leaving one last kiss to Eddie’s neck before he pulls back. Trembling, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in tandem so that they pool around his ankles. Eddie stares at him, unable to tear his gaze away; Buck's cock is slightly curved upwards, the tip blushing red and leaking heavily, cum dripping down his length.
Eddie’s knees give out. Buck catches him though, hands snaking around to firmly hold his ass, pressing their aching cocks flush together.
“ I got you—fuck, baby, I’m still so hard for you,” Buck moans, grinding his hips in agonisingly slow circles. It’s so wet and heavy and overwhelming. “You feel that?”
“Nghh,” Eddie keens, a whimpering mess as he utters, “Kiss me. Please. Need you.”
Buck blinks over at Eddie heavily, tilting his head with a little smirk. Eddie fights the primal urge to swing forward and draw blood from Buck’s bottom lip. Admittedly, it would not be classy—but he supposes nothing else they’ve done so far can be labelled as ‘classy.’ But maybe Buck would let him.
“Truth or dare?”
Eddie’s head spins dangerously at the sound of Buck’s voice dropping down to that very same low dulcet tone as before—before he gagged himself around Eddie’s dick.
He feels like he’s got whiplash.
This is not how the game should work. Buck is his best friend, the man who just fucking came in his boxers like a teenager after getting Eddie off. This is not what best friends do and yet… It feels right. Eddie doesn’t want this to stop.
Buck takes this as his moment to shuffle across the room, bending down and giving Eddie a full show of his ass as he roots through the bedside table in search of something.
“Dare—shit, Buck,” Eddie gasps, eyes snapping wide open as his dick gives another twitch. Mmm, that’s another sight he likes. “What are y-you doing?”
“Finding lube,” Buck mutters. “Do you even have any, Eddie?” Eddie does have lube, but it feels irrelevant right now considering the fact that Buck is leaking enough of his own lubricant. “I-I can’t find—”
Eddie, in retrospect, should feel shame for what he’s about to say—Buck is currently hooting and hollering about condoms now, ass in the air, and Eddie’s entire body spasms with desire as he attempts to keep both feet firmly planted on the floor—but he just wants to be fucked, he needs to feel full again. “You’re wet enough, just fuck me.”
It’s a bone-deep need. He wants, wants, wants.
“Bare, yeah?” Buck says, a little bit breathless and wide-eyed as he stumbles back over to Eddie, hands immediately flying out to grip his waist. He looks dazed. “Want me to fuck my cum into your ass, baby? Fill you up?”
“‘M clean. Please.” Eddie nods as Buck stares him down hungrily, mouth open, spit drying on his chin. He’s begging. They’re both begging. Again. How the hell is he supposed to function as a normal human being after this? It feels as if he’s going to have to walk around for the rest of his life sporting a massive boner whenever Buck is within his line of sight.
Buck growls low in his throat, surging forward to connect their mouths. Eddie jumps at the suddenness of it, but immediately relaxes as he melts into Buck’s body; firm and strong, keeping him steady.
He’s steady Eddie!
Eddie tilts his head oh so slightly, changing the angle, their lips gliding together smoothly—quite like two pieces of the same puzzle. He distantly wonders how they went so long without this, but the thought is plucked out of his head when Buck pulls back with a smirk.
“I swear to—”
“I dare you to jump, princess.”
Eddie huffs out a sigh, rolling his eyes. “Off a cliff? Because I just fucking—”
“Up, Eddie. Jump up. Legs around my waist.”
“Oh!” Eddie snaps out of it so fast he almost falters as both of Buck’s hands slide down the curve of his ass. “That sort of jumping.”
Buck laughs fondly, kissing Eddie’s forehead gently. His lips linger even as he pulls back to whisper, “Yeah, baby. C’mon, let me help you.”
It’s so intimate and—oh, Eddie thinks he’s in love. He doesn’t want to do this with another man. He wants to do this with Buck and Buck only. Man, he’s so grateful to tequila for giving him enough liquid luck to ask Buck to kiss him.
Eddie slings both of his legs around Buck’s waist, throwing his arms over Buck’s shoulders, locking his ankles together, and he hears the door scream on its hinges from behind him as Buck pushes him further up against it, the tip of his cock bouncing over his hole.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this, baby,” Buck purrs, eyelashes fluttering slightly at the sensation, his fingers flexing on Eddie’s ass cheeks. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
Eddie’s vision starts to blur as Buck’s continues to tease his entrance, seeming to revel in Eddie’s pathetic little movements as he lets out a broken string of, “Fuck. Jesus. S’good. Fuck me.”
His hands fly out to tug at Buck’s curls, squeezing his eyes shut as Buck readjusts, the tip of his cock sinking in painfully slow. Eddie feels a bolt of pleasure shoot up his spine, his toes curling.
Buck has been waiting for this, he has been waiting to tear Eddie apart like this.
“Still so tight, Eds,” Buck murmurs, bracing one hand on the wall, his other wrapped snugly around Eddie’s waist now. “Look at me.”
Eddie pries his eyes wide open, blinking the stars away. Buck’s face slowly comes back to him—his eyes soft and his smile gentle. Eddie almost can’t take it, he wants to cry.
“Buck.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Buck suddenly looks slightly panicked, keeping his gaze and his hold firm, unmoving. “If… if you want to, we can go back. It’s okay, I’ll—”
“Buck,” Eddie cuts him off, his voice raising an octave higher. White-hot fear seeps through to his bones. “I don’t want to go back. Show me j-just how mindblowing sex really is.”
“You sure?”
“Please,” Eddie whines a little pathetically, unable to fight the urge to untangle one of his hands from Buck’s hair to palm at his tits. God—his tits, they’d pop beautifully in a laced bra. Red, maybe green, or even black. Eddie thinks any colour would look beautiful on Buck. “Wanna feel you tomorrow.”
Buck sinks deeper, knocking the air from Eddie’s chest. The stretch of his cock burns fire in the pit of his stomach as he fills Eddie up completely. Buck’s cum slicks up the way, the wet sounds vibrating off the walls and mixing with their little pants and moans. Then, he withdraws just to the tip before sliding back in, slow and unsure like he’s worried he may hurt Eddie, before settling at the hilt.
Eddie arches off the door as he lets out a strangled sound, digging the heels of his feet into the small of Buck’s back. Buck’s face hovers over his own, gaze wandering over every single inch of Eddie’s writhing body in his arms.
“You’re so pretty, Eddie,” he coos, gently knocking their foreheads together, a look of wonder in his eyes—like he’s looking at everything he’s ever wanted. He moves, much to Eddie’s blissed-out delight, giving a few experimental thrusts.
Eddie’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his eyebrows pinching together. Jesus. Christ. He has been missing out heavily. He’s been walking around blindly thinking oh, I wonder what anal sex feels like and wow, sometimes Buck makes my heart flutter in my chest. What’s that about? for near enough a decade and never understood it until right now.
His thoughts, and let’s face it, some of his prayers, have been answered tonight. Buck has thrown everything he thought he knew about sex out of the goddamn window, and he’s left quite a few marks behind, too. Marks that Eddie wants to preserve.
Buck grunts as he begins to pick up the pace, snapping his hips a bit more forcefully, driving right into Eddie’s prostate. They moan into each other's mouths, exchanging spit and broken words of praise.
Eddie feels so fucking greedy, clenching around Buck to feel every single inch pumping in and out of him, his dick slapping against both of their chests, angry and red. Eddie doubts that he’s got much left, but he feels the undeniable burn in his lower stomach that licks at the base of his spine.
“Shit,” Buck drawls, dropping his gaze to watch his cock disappear inside Eddie’s wet heat. “I love this—fuck, you take me so well, baby. You were made for my cock.”
“Harder,” Eddie whines, scratching his nails over Buck’s nipple as his other hand tangles in his hair. “‘M so close, Buck.”
“Oh, yeah?” Buck slows his thrusts down, burying himself so deep to grind right over the overly sensitive nub. Eddie cries out, his dick leaking precum all over his chest. “Beg for it, princess. Tell me how bad you want it.”
As if that isn’t already evident enough.
Eddie will kill him.
“Harder…” he trails off, blinking heavily, his throat raw. “Want it rough. Fuck m-me harder. Please, sir.”
“Only because you ask so nicely, baby,” Buck muses, leaving a barely there kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose.
Then, not even a second later he peels them both back from the bedroom door, attaching their mouths for a kiss that is soft and all-consuming as he slides out of Eddie to place him down on the bed with tender care.
Eddie whimpers like a love-sick puppy dog as he sinks into the cold sheets, feeling Buck’s momentary absence sting more than his hole being stretched open. He wants to stitch Buck to his body, wants to crawl inside his chest and call it home, and he wants to wake up to his face every single morning.
He never wants Buck to leave ever again.
Suddenly, Eddie feels the bed dip followed by strong, calloused hands prying his legs open. Eddie complies, squeezing his eyes shut as Buck slides back into his hole with ease.
It’s very overwhelming, the smell of tequila is stale in the air, and Eddie is teetering on the edge as Buck throws one of his legs over his shoulder, using this new angle to his utmost advantage, fucking into him with newfound strength.
Eddie’s eyes fly open as a hand comes up to grip his throat. “Is this what you want, Eddie? Want me to fuck you deep into the mattress?” Buck asks, voice low and gravelly, flexing his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Eddie chokes out, heart jackhammering in his chest. He’s pretty sure he can feel Buck up in his throat. He's that deep inside, leaving his trace. “Jesus, Buck—just like that.”
“Love hearing you moan for me, baby. You love this cock, don’t you?”
Eddie loves a lot more than just his cock, but it’s a top contender. He loves—
“Buck,” he croaks. “I love you… Love your c-cock. Please.”
Eddie nearly blacks out as the words tumble out of his mouth. Buck falters in his movements for a brief moment before snapping back into it, driving into him relentlessly, wrapping a hand around his abandoned dick and fisting it in time with his thrusts.
“I love—fuck, I love you so much.” Snap. “I’ve got you.” Thrust. “Come on my cock, baby.”
Eddie clenches around him, cheeks flushing at the admission. He’s so full and stretched out and Buck loves him. And well, that’s all it takes really—Eddie cries out, his toes curling, as his third orgasm rips through him. It’s too much to handle. Buck is so incredibly deep inside him, nailing down heavy on his prostate, making him howl like a fucking wolf.
He paints both of their chests—surprisingly—in a thick load of cum. He pants, his entire body spasming as Buck stills with his cock throbbing violently right up against his prostate. “My god, princess, you’re making such a mess.”
Eddie only manages a strangled moan in response. He’s very aware of the mess he’s making. And, truly, only one person—Buck—is to blame for it.
Yet again, the thought is plucked right from his pathetic brain as Buck suddenly snaps his hips once, twice, three times before spilling deep inside Eddie with a guttural groan.
Buck collapses on top of him, breathing heavily. “That was so—” he cuts himself, pulling Eddie in for a sweet kiss.
Eddie gasps into his mouth, unhooking his leg from Buck’s shoulder, still incredibly full as he shifts against the mattress. “You were right… It was mindblowing. I want to do it again.”
Buck smirks. “Yeah?”
“I dare you to let me suck your cock.”
Let’s just say Buck takes Eddie up on that dare.