Work Text:
Eddie sinks another cue ball, effectively ending his and Bucks turn. Chimney’s laughing and high-fiving Hen, but all Eddie can focus on is the disappointment he feels for ruining yet another game for Buck. He’s terrible at pool, and Buck’s the only one willing to partner with him. Buck tells him all the time that he doesn’t mind, but Eddie knows Buck used to dominate the game before he joined in.
It's not until Buck puts his hand on his lower back and leans in that Eddie lets the thought go and relaxes. He feels Buck lean in, his breath hot and wet in Eddie's ear as he whispers “come to mine after, I got a table and I can show you some tricks.”
It sends a shiver down his spine and he tries to hide it with a cough.
He can't focus on the rest of the game, but it’s no different to when he was focusing, so no one calls him out on it. He plans to blame it on the alcohol if anyone does ask
It isn't until later, after they uber to Buck’s loft that he remembers what Buck said. He stands behind Buck anxiously as he unlocks the door, worried because Buck has finally had enough of his shitty playing. He can feel Buck staring at him as he takes off his coat, and the hand that comes up to steady him as unties his shoelaces feels like hot iron branding his skin. He feels Buck’s eyes on him even as he ventures over to the island, and it isn’t until he sits down and looks back at him that Buck moves to take his own coat and shoes off. Eddie watches Buck as he moves across the loft to the kitchen, wondering if Buck feels the same heat Eddie did as he grabs a bottle of water for them each. Buck turns around and catches Eddie before he can pretend he wasn’t staring. He lets out a small, private smile, like he’s in on some joke, before motioning for Eddie to follow him to the living room.
Buck moves his hand to Eddie's back as they make their way into Buck's living room, guiding him like he’s never been here before. Like he’s one of Buck’s one-night stands that he’s brought home from the bar. It sends a small thrill up his spine, and he tries to tamper it down.
In the corner of the room is a pool table the team had chipped in for Buck as a house warming slash sorry you broke your leg gift last year. Buck had been super happy because the leg brace made it hard to navigate bars, and he missed playing pool with the team.
Eddie’s back feels cold as Buck moves away to pull it out the table and set it up. He’s strong enough now that he doesn’t need the extra help. “Eddie,” Eddie snaps out his thoughts and looks over at Buck who is now putting the felt top on the table. Once Buck sees he’s got his attention, he continues, “Can you rack the balls please?”
Eddie nods, moving to the shelf where Buck keeps the pool equipment. He grabs the tray and triangle and makes quick work of moving them from their storage into the racking triangle. Once he’s done and put the tray back, he takes his time lining up the balls in perfect formation. He stands nervously at the foot of the table as he watches Buck move the cue ball into position, then watches as Buck takes his time chalking up a cue stick. He finally motions for Eddie to remove the triangle, and quickly breaks the ball formation, sending two stripes into the pockets. He plays again and Eddie watches as he purposely sinks one of the solid balls. Even so, it’s startling when Buck hands Eddie the pool stick.
As Eddie leans over the table to line up his cue stick, he feels Buck shift beside him, placing a hand on his back. He jumps as Buck trails his hands down and grabs his hips.
“It’s just me,” Buck murmurs, pushing his leg in between Eddie’s to shift his legs over. “First, we’re gonna start with your positioning. It’s essential and yours is shit.” Buck laughs behind him.
“O-okay,” Eddie stutters, holding his bent over position as Buck moves his hands further down Eddie's legs, pausing briefly on his ass as he makes his way down to his thighs. Eddie shivers when Bucks hands wrap around each leg, shifting his stance slightly.
Buck moves further down still, shifting his legs and then finally his feet. “Your feet are too close together, it’s not giving you enough power to back up your shots.” Eddie lets him manipulate his right leg forward slightly and pull his left leg back. Buck hums and makes his way back up, adjusting his position again as he goes. Eddie can feel his warm breath on the small of his back, and Eddie tries to hold still so he doesn’t ruin the work Buck just did.
Eddie, half stood up, half bent over, feels trapped as Buck closes in on him, hovering over Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m going to bend you over, keep myself molded to you, so you can feel the position and adjust, okay?” Buck's hot breath fans over the back of Eddie's ear, and he shivers as he nods his head for Buck to continue. “But first, I need to fix your hand positioning.”
Buck pulls his body away completely to shift beside him, but his hand doesn’t leave the small of his back as he leans down beside him. “Since you’re left-handed, you want your right laying on the table. You’ve been trying to do it the opposite way, but this should give you more control.” Eddie looks down at where his left hand is currently resting on the table.
“I didn’t realize it mattered much,” Eddie confesses. He got used to using his right hand with everything else growing up because left-handedness was never accommodated for him. “I’m ambidextrous, so I thought I could just copy everyone else.”
Buck hums as Eddie shifts the stick to his other side. It feels both weird and comfortable as he sets his right hand into position. “Everyone’s different, Maxwell from B-shift shoots with her left despite being right-handed. Daniels uses both since he’s ambidextrous as well. It’s what’s more comfortable. For most people, it’s their non-dominent on the felt.”
Eddie loves when Buck does his little info dumps, even as he shifts Eddie’s arms more.
“Okay, I’m gonna bend you over now,” Buck murmurs. Eddie sucks in a breath as Buck pushes his back down gently. He has a brief thought about Buck pushing him down in another context, especially when Buck moves behind him and he can feel the way Buck’s crotch rests against the crease of his ass. It definitely doesn't help that he can feel Buck half hard against him.
The pressure on his back eases for a moment, but only for a moment, as Eddie feels Buck's body press against his. “This okay?” He asks, resting his chin on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie nods shakily. Buck knocks their heads together gently in response.
“Your stance is good, but let me make some small adjustments,” Buck says as he moves Eddie's arms into their final position. He keeps nudging Eddie’s body with his own until he gets him into the perfect position.
It just so happens that that position is Buck bracketing Eddie completely.
His back feels hot as Bucks breath fans over his neck as he whispers “yeah just like that Eddie, you're doing good.”
Eddie can't suppress the shiver that runs through his body, making his ass rub into Buck's crotch. He barely catches the moan as Buck pushes forward. He can feel Buck smirk against his neck as he pushes his crotch forward again.
“Now take a shot Eddie," Buck breathes against his ear, before removing himself completely.
Eddie tries not to whine at the loss of contact and the cold it brings. With shaking hands, he pulls the stick back and aims. The striped nine ball sinks in instead of the cue or eight ball, and Eddie quickly jumps up and cheers. He can’t even find it in himself to be ashamed at sinking the wrong colour, just glad he sank a playable ball instead of his usual cue ball.
He feels Buck grab his waist and wrap his arms around his midsection, bringing him back against his chest. “That great shot Eddie. you did sink the wrong colour, but I’m proud of you, you did a good job.”
Eddie preens, ignoring the wrong colour comment, too busy focusing on the way Bucks praise made him feel good. He can’t bite back the moan as Buck whispers more praise in his ear and how their movements are causing Buck to grind his cock back into the cleft of his ass.
“Buck,” his voice is shaky as he grinds back. “Can you–you show me the position again?”
Buck huffs out a laugh and pushes Eddie back down, planting him against the table. Eddie can’t hold back the moan this time at Buck's strength and the easy way he manhandles Eddie.
“So you are into that,” Buck murmurs in delight, like he got confirmation to something he’s suspected. Buck huffs as he grinds back into Eddie.
“Buck please…fuck me” Eddie moans, unable to hold back the desire burning in the pit of his stomach. Buck’s cock is hard when he grinds back.
Buck pulls back and Eddie whines, already missing the heat along his back. Buck chuckles as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of denim hitting the floor reverberates through Eddie’s spine. Buck’s hands come back soon enough, moving along his waist to the front of his jeans, unbuckling them. His hands tease Eddie’s own cock as he unzips his pants. Eddie’s stuck between grinding forward against his hand and back against his cock.
“Stay in position,” Buck’s voice is deeper, more commanding, and Eddie quickly sets himself in position. “Good boy.” Buck praises as he pulls down Eddie’s jeans and underwear, lifting his feet out of them before carefully setting them down again. “Stay here.”
Buck stands up and moves away from the table completely. Eddie’s back is to the loft, so he can’t watch Buck rummage around behind him. He feels so exposed like this, hoping Buck returns soon. While he waits, he shifts his legs as best as he can back into the position that Buck showed him originally.
“Good job,” comes from behind him, pulling Eddie from the fuzzy headspace he was falling into. Buck’s hands land on his waist before trailing down to his ass. “You sure?” Buck asks, the first sign of hesitance he’s shown all night.
Eddie nods desperately. “Please,”
Buck squeezes his hips and then Eddie feels as he spreads his cheeks, exposing him even further. His face heats up as he keeps his position. Thick fingers rub against his rim gently, testing the resistance, before they come back cold and wet with lube. Buck carefully works him open, one and then two fingers, stretching him thoroughly before pulling out.
Eddie mourns the loss instantly. He’s never had something inside him before, but he finds himself aching at an emptiness that’s been there longer than tonight.
Buck shifts behind him, pressing the head of his sticky-wet cock against the rim. Eddie can feel the rubber separating them, and he wishes he asked Buck to forget the condom, not wanting anything to separate them. He keeps his thoughts to himself as Buck pulls his cheek apart and guides his cock inside.
“Fuck,” Buck swears under his breath as he slowly bottoms out inside Eddie. Eddie feels the sentiment. Fuck indeed. His body stretches to accommodate Buck’s girth and length, and he can feel Buck’s cock throb inside of him, beating in the same time as the blood in Eddie’s ears.
Eddie moans lowly, biting his lip to dampen the sound. Soon enough, Buck bottoms out and they breathe deeply as Buck rests his chest against Eddie’s back in a facsimile of their positioning earlier.
“Okay?” Buck checks in, and Eddie nods his head, voice escaping him when Buck shifts slightly and his cock drags against his prostate. Buck nods against his temple. He rolls his hips into Eddie’s once, twice, before stilling again. “Let's see if you can take a shot now, Eds,” Buck groans in his ear. He nips at Eddie’s lobe, “Get the right ball and I'll let you cum.”
Eddie scrambles for the cue stick as Buck unsticks their backs and stands up. Eddie can feel his legs shift, stance ready to fuck Eddie into next week. Buck begins his pace, fucking in and out of him as Eddie fights the urge to lay there and take it, instead setting up the cue ball and taking aim.
The first ball he sinks is the striped twelve—Bucks colour—so Buck sets a faster pace, brushing over Eddie's prostate more frequently. He almost wants to lose on purpose, to see how much Buck could use him, but when he hits the cue ball again it finally sinks the solid three. Buck moves one hand from his hip to his cock, slowly jerking him off compared to the pace he was setting from behind.
Buck leans over him again, licking up his neck until he can whisper in his ear “Good boy. You can cum now.”
Buck’s husky voice whispering praise is all it takes for Eddie to tip over the edge, spilling against the table as Buck strokes him to completion. His vision goes white as Buck grips his hips and starts a brutal pace, chasing his own pleasure before orgasming inside of Eddie. He once more wishes Buck was bare, wanting the warmth inside him to stay as Buck pants against his back.
Eddie's legs shake when Buck pulls out between two minutes to two hours later, and he half collapses on the table when Buck pulls away, unsteady without his support. His head feels light and floaty, and the damp cloth Buck uses against his skin feels distant. He didn't even notice Buck went to the kitchen until then, but he’s glad he’s back still as Buck guides him to the couch, helping him drink from his forgotten water bottle.
Eddie’s eyes feel heavy as Buck moves his pliant body to pull his underwear on. He blinks sleepily as he curls up under the warm blanket Buck settles on him, watching Buck clean up and put away the board.
He’s out before Buck gets dressed himself.
Eddie goes to Buck’s loft for pool lessons regularly now. Chimney once asked how he improved so quickly and Eddie felt his face flame as he ignored him, chalking his cue stick. When he leans over the table to line up his shot, he catches Buck’s eye, fumbling the ball as he looks away just as quickly.
If he missed the shot because of Buck’s wink, that’s between him and next week's lesson.