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Eddie had always been good at sex; he’s pretty sure anyway. His past partners seemed to have no complaints. Performing perfection under pressure was his specialty, afterall, and dating was a perpetual pressure cooker. Sure, there was a physical benefit for him as well. Sure, it wasn’t usually an epic sexual release on his part, but he at least enjoyed making his partners happy, feeling competent. Plus he would never turn down an opportunity to get a workout in. That said, if he was being honest, he could take or leave sex most of the time- and dating for that matter.
Even when it came to self pleasure, it had always been a somewhat perfunctory affair. He had learned to be quick and contained about it. No calling of images to his mind, tempered desires, and certainly no messes. Friction plus skin equals reflexive release. It had been this way all through his youth, high school, Shannon, the military, and moving to Los Angeles with a kid in tow.
He had learned early on that the voluntary emissions of men were sinful spills borne of lust and greed. Helena Diaz had stopped washing Eddie’s sheets long before puberty, telling him that a man had to be responsible for his own laundry. (And his sisters’ too, apparently.) When he had his first pre-pubescent wet dream, he woke up splayed on sticky sheets, semen spilled beneath him. He began to panic, suddenly suffocated by his sweaty, sticky mess. He broke into a cold sweat as the shame that would haunt his youth crept up his spine and around his neck for the first time.
It haunted him when he had his first kiss. It happened when he was 13, and had been interceded by Ramon on one of the rare occasions he was home with his family. Eddie was in the backyard with a good friend he’d known since little league. They were playing in the way of kids who are too old for make-believe but too young for the seriousness of teenage pastimes. They’d been throwing a football back and forth, chasing each other around. Eventually one of them tackled the other- Eddie couldn’t remember who did what, having long ago forced himself to forget most of the details. Somewhere in all the rough-housing and rolling around in the dust, Eddie wound up on his back looking up at his friend, perfectly haloed in the Texas sun. He felt his eyes flutter closed at the exact moment they leaned in and brushed their lips together in a soft kiss. Not a moment later, all the possibility that came with the kiss was abruptly yanked away. Ramon thundered out of the house shouting “what exactly do you two think you’re doing? Eddie, to your room, now.” He looked at his friend, eyes brimming with fear and apology. Ramon all but chased the boy away, immediately calling his parents to tell them why he had to leave. Eddie sat still and sullen in his room and waited. He was never allowed to spend time with that boy again.
The next year was when he met Shannon. She and Eddie had an easy friendship. He found himself able to open up to her about a lot. Not everything, some shame just never washed off, hard as he tried. She once patted his hand in the mall food court, and the adolescent whisper mill churned fiercely. In the eyes of everyone but Eddie and Shannon, they were dating. Eddie didn’t correct people at his all boys school when they asked, partially because he froze up and partially because he thought maybe if people thought he had a girlfriend, they’d leave him alone. He could pretend that he didn’t think about his teammates sometimes, or wish that he could kiss his friend again.
Time moved on and Eddie tried to believe he was, in fact, straight. Still, he never participated much in the sordid conversations teenage boys had about girls. He skirted myriad questions- was he a tits or ass guy? How far had he gone with a girl? What kind of porn did he beat off to? What actress would he fuck if he could? Over time the classmates at his all boys school got weary of his avoidance and excuses. They ragged on him relentlessly. He was able to brush it off until one of his classmates started to suggest that he was gay. “Maybe Diaz hasn’t gotten any because he’d rather be getting it from a guy.” He told them he had a girlfriend. It was a lie, but as luck would have it, he ran into Shannon later that month. Eddie thought about how close he’d been with Shannon. If he could make it work with any girl, it would be her. When she agreed to go out with him, he was relieved not to have to lie anymore.
With a girlfriend, he finally felt like he was under the radar. It didn’t matter that when he and Shannon had sex for the first time, he was thinking about a guy who played for an opposing baseball team that had cornered him after a game to see if he wanted to go for a ride with him in his truck. He had a girlfriend, so nobody had to know anything.
Eighteen year old Eddie was pretty sure that the pregnancy Shannon told him about through tears was a punishment from God for his sins- not so much the sex, but the thoughts he had while he was having it. He knew he had no choice but to do the right thing by Shannon. Along with his wedding vows, he made a silent vow to himself that he’d leave behind his feelings about boys so he could be the man that Shannon and his son needed him to be.
Through his adulthood he held tight to the belief that if he could provide for his family, that’s all he needed. He could do without romance. He could do without pleasurable nights that rocked him to his core. He could get by on the occasional quick jerk- always in the shower, never in the comfort of his bed.
These days, so much of life later, he wasn’t sure what had changed. Maybe Chris getting older made him feel like he had a little more time for himself. Maybe allowing himself to dance every step of the Tom Cruise scene that had mesmerized him as a kid shook loose some of his rigidity and actually convinced him that he deserves some joy in his life- yes, even indulging in a homo-erotic memory of being so mesmerized by the bare legs of a young Tom Cruise, he’d memorized all of the Risky Business dance.
Then again, maybe the barrage of change and loss he’d been through in the past few years had a part to play. He had hurt his son so deeply that he fled the state to be away from him. Their relationship took some damage, and mending things with Chris had changed some of the ease in his friendship with Buck. Then there were the losses of impossible magnitude. Maddie’s voice through the phone in the middle of the night painting a scene of Buck’s gory death, the grief of all that would never be between them. The split second of relief when he learned Buck was safe, followed by the gut wrenching news that Bobby had died. The way the pain of that loss compacted when he had to tell Christopher that another person he loved was gone forever. Then there was his sweet loving Abuela who always made him feel like he could actually be himself, always encouraged him in doing what is best for him and his son, and who always filled his heart with warmth. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel her small hand over his heart the morning they went to church together. What is love but a sign of God’s presence? Mi niño, you were looking in the wrong place.
Eddie wasn’t fully aware what had changed or when, but he supposed that was just what it meant to grow. Somehow all of the joy, the pain, the loss, the grief and the love he had experienced in the last few years had worn down the hard edges he’d worked so tirelessly to hone, finally allowing him to soften into a version of himself he’d never thought possible. He’d been so accustomed to repressing himself, and for so long that he wasn’t sure he could ever recognize, let alone be honest about what he actually wanted. He was finally starting to realize full heartedly that what he wanted most was to be with his big, beautiful best friend. Buck.
Somewhere over the past few years the closeness he enjoyed with Buck had stopped being enough. He couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened but what he’d always considered to be friendship and platonic physical closeness had morphed into an intense sexual attraction that threatened to burn him alive every time he was near Buck.
When he finally got up the nerve to let Buck in on his feelings, he was met with a teary smile, followed by the best kiss he’d had in his entire life. Buck had been holding back the same feelings for Eddie. They laughed about how stupid they’d each been for thinking they were alone in their feelings for one another all this time. That night they held each other, kissed endlessly and marvelled in each other and in the new shape their relationship was taking.
It didn’t take long for them to discover their sexual attraction to one another rivalled the intensity of raging wildfire. They grew closer together than they’d ever imagined possible, learning each other’s bodies with the same familiarity they knew how the other took his coffee, how they’d each move in a rescue, and which parts of each other’s scarred bodies ached when it rained. They took their time, moving slowly and reverently with one another. Eddie came undone with every first, and Buck savoured every moment he got to spend wrapped up in Eddie.
Eddie was completely unsurprised to discover that Buck was a generous and passionate lover who’s greatest turn on was pleasuring Eddie. Eddie was inexperienced, but Buck was so open and eager to please that it was easy for Eddie to really explore the limits of his sexual imagination and try new things. He was finally learning that he was allowed to revel fully in his own pleasure, even if he would always be working on his life-long relationship with shame.
One evening, Maddie offered to have Theo over for the night so that Buck and Eddie could have some alone time. She knew how hard it was to maintain a relationship while parenting a toddler, and she’d waited so long for them to get their shit together that she was deeply invested in things working out between them. They went out for dinner at one of their favourite spots, nothing too fancy, just comfortable and quaint. They swapped bites between Buck’s stories about Theo and facts he’d learned about starfish from a book they got from the library. Under the table, they gently pressed their legs together, occasionally running a hand over one chiseled thigh or another. On the drive home the sexual tension between them was palpable. They had several uninterrupted hours laid out in front of them and planned to take advantage of every single second.
Buck unlocked the door and they walked into his house. “Do you want some wine? I picked up a bottle for you just in case. Well, two actually because I didn’t know if you’d want red or wh-“ Buck was silenced by Eddie who spun him around, pushed him up against the wall, pressed against his body and met his mouth with a sloppy, sensual kiss.
He pulled back just long enough to tell Buck “no wine.”, as a string of spit that connected the gap between them from lip to lip snapped and left Buck with drool on his lower lip and chin. Eddie had spent so much of his life keeping tidy, careful and contained. With Buck, he was like a completely different person- a filthier, sluttier, less repressed version of himself- and he was enjoying it immensely.
He licked up the drop of spit that he had left behind on Buck and kissed him again, tongue pushing deeper and deeper. Buck spun them around and pushed Eddie’s back against the wall. His mouth was hot, his breath heavy. He looped his hands beneath Eddie and lifted him up the wall. His hips pressed forward as Eddie circled his own, ass pressing against Buck’s hands and the wall, his dick nudging against Buck’s soft belly.
Eddie broke off of Buck’s lips just long enough to stutter “Bed-bedroom?”
Buck answered by carrying Eddie to his bedroom while he painted Buck’s neck and ear with his tongue, softly grazing him with his lips and teeth. Buck laid Eddie down on the bed. Both men took their shirts off and took turns exploring each other’s torsos with their mouths. Eddie loved the pillowy give of Buck’s midsection and chest. He nuzzled deeply into the soft landing between his navel and his belt. He reached his head up to Buck’s nipple, and slicked it warm and wet with spit, sucking the bud into his mouth and working it with his tongue, brushing it gently with his teeth while Buck softly moaned at the sensation. Buck worked a languid kiss from Eddie’s pulse point to his mouth in response. When their lips met, they kissed so hard they both ended up pulling back gasping for air.
“I want you.” Eddie practically growled as he looked up at Buck, who was pressing into his now stiff dick with his thigh. The affirmation of Eddie’s desire for him was the most powerful aphrodisiac Buck could imagine. Of course, he was used to people wanting him for his body, but he’d always felt like all they wanted was to consume him. Eddie was there with him, and desired the man that came with the body. It made Buck absolutely feral to be wanted so intensely and fully by Eddie, who was the embodiment of perfection in his eyes.
“I want you too, Eddie. I want all of you.” He dove back into Eddie’s mouth with his tongue and simultaneously rolled back until they were laying beside each other, torsos and still clothed cocks pressed together, limbs intertwined wildly.
The LA summer heat crept in behind the air conditioning. They were both misted with salty sweat, sticking together slightly in places their bare skin touched. Eddie lapped up a bead of sweat that had dripped down Buck’s torso and landed in his navel. Buck pulled him back up into a sloppy kiss. They wordlessly began undressing each other amid their frenzied kissing, belts were deftly unbuckled, buttons and zippers undone, hands working quickly and efficiently sight unseen.
“You first.” Buck said with a sexy grin stretching across his face. He playfully swatted Eddie’s hands off of his hips. He ran his fingers down Eddie’s body until they slid under the waistband of his tighty whities. He ran his hands playfully down to cup Eddie’s perfect tight round ass and gave a slow hard squeeze with his strong hands.
“You lost Buckley?” Eddie teased.
“Just taking some time to appreciate your assets.” He leaned in closer and kissed Eddie below his ear, making Eddie moan softly. Before he knew it, Buck had removed his pants and underwear in one fluid motion and had begun planting sloppy kisses on his now bared legs and hips. Eddie was hard and leaking against his lower abdomen. Buck took a moment to marvel at him before leaning in and licking up the shimmering streak Eddie’s head had painted across his happy trail.
He pulled back so he could just take Eddie in with his eyes. “Look at you, so fucking sexy Eddie.” Buck’s words poured out like hot honey. “I still can't believe I get to be the one to see you like this.”
“You gonna let me see you too?” Eddie said playfully, trying to hide his absolutely feral desperation to get Buck naked.
Buck rose from the bed, teasing a little as he finished the unbuttoning that Eddie had started. He tugged his pants down slowly. He made a little show of taking his boxer briefs off, his dick bobbing when the waistband pulled over it. He released his underwear and let them slide down his miles and miles of legs to the floor.
Edddie blushed a bit, and bit his bottom lip and let a little approving sound slip out. He was absolutely loving the view. He pulled Buck back into the bed and before he even knew what was happening, Buck was kissing, licking and nipping at Eddie’s thigh. “What do you want…” he began to nuzzle at his hip with his nose and mouth while running hands all over the soft dips and hard ridges of Eddie’s muscled torso. “My hands?” he spoke in a drawn out gravelly whisper. He planted his hands firmly on Eddie’s hips, and began licking a large swath across his hip bone with a warm wet tongue. “My mouth, maybe?” As he finished speaking, he clamped his lips on the tender flesh below Eddie’s hip bone and sucked so hard Eddie lilted and gasped at the sensation. He pulled off while sucking, both men delighting in the knowledge that there’d be a welt there tomorrow. “You tell me what you want, Eddie.” He continued to brand Eddie’s skin while laying a path for Eddie to divulge his most erotic desires. “I would do anything to make you shake and scream and cum all night.”
Buck’s intense sexual prowess was taking some getting used to for Eddie. Up until now, his sex life had been like a mid-range economy sedan in the slow lane, and now he was in the passenger seat of a souped up Ferrari speeding down the highway. Sometimes he couldn’t help but deflect with a little dry humour when he felt like it was too much all at once. “You know, if you make me cum all night, we’re gonna have a bit of a mess on our hands…”
“Well… hopefully not just on our hands. A little mess could be fun." He purred as he swiped at the faint shimmer of Eddie’s precum on his abdomen.
Eddie shivered at the sensation, and the thought of making the kind of mess Buck was talking about. He kissed Buck like he was about to devour him whole. He pulled back, and said with a breathy voice “Alright, let’s make a mess, then.” Admittedly, he was a nervous dirty talker, still struggling to allow himself to speak his desires into existence. He took a deep breath, looked at Buck, cheeks pinking up at the mere thought of the words that danced on his tongue, ready to spill out any moment. “I want to be your cum slut tonight, Buck.” A shy smile crept across his face and he bit his lower lip, in disbelief the words had actually come from his mouth.
“Fuuuuuck Eddie… you want the full firehose experience?” Everything Buck said was sexy, even this ridiculously worded check-in disguised as innuendo.
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
“Copy that.” He said slow and sultry. “So… can I call you my cum slut? Or do you just want me to make you my cum slut?” Buck breathed and kissed along Eddie’s neck, sending shivers all through him. “Fuck, you can call me whatever you want with that mouth.” He knew that Buck was genuinely asking about what was ok with him, so he made sure to respond in all seriousness. “I promise I will tell you if it’s too much. For what it’s worth though, I like how that sounds coming out of your mouth.”
Buck, satisfied with the plan, leaned in close to Eddie’s ear, and whispered “You’re gonna look so beautiful with my cum dripping all over you, my sexy little cumslut.” He nibbled on Eddie’s ear for a moment while running his hand down towards his dick, teasing it with gentle touches. Eddie writhed and hissed in anticipation. “I wanna taste you first though.” Buck was practically drooling at the thought of getting Eddie’s cock in his mouth.
“Mmmmm, that sounds good too.” Eddie sighed and leaned back, fully exposed to Buck who looked at him with a dark hungry expression. He brought himself down between Eddie’s legs, and pressed his mouth to the sensitive space where his inner thigh tucked in behind his balls. He sucked and nipped there until Eddie was whining with the kind of pleasure that comes from the right kind of pain applied in the right place. Buck released his claim on the sensitive skin and slowly licked in behind and around Eddie’s balls, dragging deliberately along the shaft of his gorgeous dick until reaching the tip. He swirled around it a few times, gently pushed the tip of his tongue into the dripping slit, savouring the taste. Eddie was already breathing heavy, starting to come undone under the spell of the deft tongue work of his best friend and lover.
Buck took Eddie’s head into his warm waiting mouth, sucking just enough to make Eddie squirm in delight. He bobbed his head lower and lower taking more and more of Eddie in. Just when Eddie began fighting the urge to fuck his throat raw, Buck pulled back and off with a pop that Eddie felt in his bones. He shuddered and whined a little, missing the embrace of the most perfect mouth he’d ever seen. Buck’s eyes twinkled as he lowered his head toward Eddie’s throbbing dick, and hawked a shimmering glob of spit that dripped slowly and warm down the length of Eddie’s shaft before Buck swallowed him to the hilt in one go. Eddie couldn’t take much more of this. He was moaning and grinding against the heel of Buck’s hand that pinned him firmly in place.
Buck’s tongue was magic, working the underside of him while he hollowed his cheeks to create a scintillating suction that was making it impossible for him to hold his composure. He was completely unravelling. “Gonna cum…can’t… hold on… much longer.” This information caused Buck to double the intensity of his efforts. Eddie tensed up, his breathing stuttered, and then he moaned in pleasure, releasing what felt like a decade of pent up shame, his cum pouring into Buck’s waiting mouth which had somehow managed to form a smirk without letting any of Eddie’s cum slip out.
Eddie’s load filling his mouth, Buck snaked his way up to Eddie’s blissed out face. With a crooked smile, he leaned in close enough to kiss Eddie, raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘you ready for this?’ Eddie exhaled a soft moan, nodded and pulled Buck in. All in one exquisite moment, their lips met, parted and Eddie’s mouth flooded with his own cum. He and Buck slathered their tongues in it together, before Eddie swallowed. The outer edges of his lips and chin had caught the overflow. Buck looked down at Eddie and marvelled at how soft and sweet he looked, eyes hooded, body completely relaxed, panting softly, face glazed with his own cum.
“Maybe you wanna taste mine too, huh? Get those slutty lips on me… let me feed you my dick and cum on that beautiful face? Bet you’d enjoy that huh?” Buck whispered right beside his ear “cumslut”
Buck had somehow managed to make Eddie feel both filthy and delicate, depraved and almost precious at the same time. His spent dick responded with a futile attempt at hardening that made it twitch and fall, still soft and spent from the outrageous orgasm that had just ripped through him.
“Uh-huh, yeah. I would, I really would like that.” Eddie’s eagerness went straight to Buck’s aching erection which was begging for some attention. Luckily, Eddie- always remarkably competent- had gone from novice to expert in the blow job department in very little time.
“Come here.” Eddie pulled Buck to the edge of the bed while sliding down onto the floor in front of him. There was something about being on his knees looking up at his best friend from between his legs that felt like a kind of worship. The heady combination of his musk, the expressions that painted his beautiful face, the deep intimacy of sharing something precious and being anointed with Buck’s flood of pleasure on his tongue or skin was a ritual he’d come to adore. He revelled in the dance of his tongue along his best friend’s hard cock, the ache in his jaw that came with accommodating him, the way Buck rewarded his efforts with a symphony of delighted whimpers and sighs, hisses and moans.
It wasn’t long before Buck was quaking and writhing, fisting at the sheets with his head thrown back, panting and moaning loudly. “Eddie, Eddie.” he shouted in a whisper. “I’m gonna… I need to…” Buck huffed as he gently pushed Eddie’s shoulder to signal he needed to pull out. “You still want it?” Buck wrapped one hand around the base of his dick as Eddie released him from his mouth and sat back on his heels. Eddie watched in awe as Buck pumped himself, his tip leaking through the palm of his fist, dripping down his wrist in a tiny rivulet. Buck shuddered and tensed, his vocal release matching the intensity of his orgasm. Suddenly Eddie was hit with several warm spurts of cum. Buck came and came until Eddie was absolutely slathered in it, happily catching some of it on his tongue. He licked it off of his lips, savouring it as Buck finally relaxed and fell backwards onto the bed, where he took a few breaths. Suddenly remembering what had just taken place, he pushed himself back up to sitting
So he could take in his work.
“Oh my god, you are a sight to behold.” He gently held his chin, and turned him slightly to see his face from all angles. “You know what, don’t move.” He scurried back across the bed to his nightstand to grab his phone. “Wanna see for yourself?” He made a photo gesture, Eddie smiled and nodded. Buck lined up his shot (for the second time that night) and took a photo. He gave a few commands, suddenly very into the impromptu photo shoot. “Now turn that way… drop your chin, put your tongue out and look up into the lens.” Eddie obliged, loving how enthusiastic Buck could get. Finally, he smiled and passed Eddie the phone so he could see how good he looked.
“Damn. Nice work Buckley.” Eddie was genuinely pleased. He could never have imagined that being absolutely soaked in cum would make him feel so… whole. Just as he was floating off on a sex-drunk cloud, he felt Buck’s strong hands on his head behind his ears as he lowered his head to speak.
“Pretty as you are like this, I think we better clean you up a bit, hm?” Buck pulled Eddie closer to him, held his head with his fingers, tenderly turning him side to side to get one more look at his masterpiece. Then he dragged his thumb through a swath of cum, brought it down to Eddie’s lips, pink and stretched from holding his dick in it just moments ago. He slathered the cum on Eddie’s lip a bit, and then pushed gently into his mouth. Eddie patted his tongue on the pad of his thumb and then gently sucked it clean. They repeated this act ceremoniously until most of the mess had been cleared from his face. Buck kissed his forehead and ran to get a warm washcloth. He tenderly cleaned the lingering stickiness from Eddie’s face.
The softness of this moment filled Eddie with gratitude and also a kind of grief. Happy as he was to be in this bed with this man who cared for him so well overwhelmed him. He could finally let it all go, give himself over to someone in a real way. The absolute trust he had in Buck facilitated a deep vulnerability that had cracked him wide open in more ways than he’d ever known possible. He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek and a warmth spread across his chest.
“I love you, you know?”
Buck softened completely, and pulled Eddie close. He pressed a kiss into his temple and whispered “I have always loved you, Eddie.”
Buck tenderly pulled the covers over himself and Eddie. They pulled each other in, kissing softly in the warm enclosure of each other’s arms. They kissed slowly and sweetly, almost reverent in the softness and safety of this moment, as wrapped up in each other as they were in their blanket cocoon.
They had waited so long to be together that, as was often the case, it was hard to stop at a kiss, even though they’d both been satisfied. Soon, the tenderness of their kisses became rough, intense and molten with desire. They kissed with their whole bodies, hands migrating, learning and relearning every inch of skin in a desperate attempt to make up for all the times they hadn’t allowed themselves to cross the invisible line that lay between best friend and more.
Eddie was lost in a happy daze, thinking about how lucky he was to be with this beautiful man that he loved when he suddenly felt something pressing against his hip. “Oh my god, are you…”
“I can’t help it Eddie. I’ve wanted you for so long I don’t know how I am ever gonna stop now that I have you.” Buck said with ragged breath between sensuous kisses he was planting along Eddie’s collarbone.
“Well… I’m still your cum slut, and you have me all night…”
“And what a good cumslut you are for me.” Buck said, stroking Eddie’s bottom lip with his thumb, remembering the way he looked wrecked and covered in his cum. He was thrilled this little roleplay wasn’t over yet.
“Well, what are we gonna do about that?” Eddie taunted, glancing at Buck’s already full erection.
“Well… I thought maybe I should give you what you really want.” Buck looked him up and down, then paused to look at him through his eyelashes.
“Oh, and what is that?” Eddie said, amused. Buck seamlessly grabbed Eddie’s wrists and pinned them to the bed beside his head. He got close enough to kissing him that Eddie was almost able to reach his lips. Buck pulled back slightly, teasing a little. He looked deep into Eddie’s eyes as he spoke.
“To cum only on my dick while I fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” Eddie could have cum on the spot, had he not already had one spectacular orgasm.
“Yeah, that is exactly what I want.” Eddie loved feeling full of Buck. He had been hesitant at first, but when Buck patiently and gently pushed his big beautiful dick inside of him for the first time, he could swear he saw god.
“You just can’t get enough of my cum, can you? I might finish inside you, fill you up with it… or I could give you a nice pearl necklace to go with your facial.” He said as he rubbed his hand across Eddie’s chest, stopping to rub and pinch his nipple. This elicited a deep sigh from Eddie who then pulled Buck into a sloppy kiss. He pulled out of the kiss and held Buck’s head looking into his eyes desperately. “You choose, just fuck me already.” Buck absolutely loved the hunger Eddie had for him. He didn’t want to keep him waiting- he would do anything to give Eddie the pleasure he deserves.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table, and set it in the pile of sheets and blankets that were threatening to fall off the bed. He settled himself between Eddie’s legs to get him ready. Even though he had lubricated his finger already, he spit loudly onto his finger, knowing how crazy that made Eddie. He began to slowly, teasingly brush against Eddie’s rim before pushing through, and moving his finger just how Eddie liked. Soon he repeated the motion with two fingers, deepening the thrust and curling them just enough to brush against Eddie’s prostate. He’d worked up to three fingers when Eddie, already driven wild with pleasure, moaned as he spoke. “I need you now Buck, please, want you close, want you inside me.” And who was Buck to refuse such a request? “You got it.” He lubed himself up, looked at Eddie from above him, and pushed just the tip into Eddie’s tight warm embrace. Buck moved slowly, easing deeper and deeper. He wanted to be gentle, and if he was honest, the part that he knew would come next had him brimming with anticipation.
“You feel so good, Buck. You are so good to me. Please, I want more. Please move, fuck me, Buck I need you.” Nothing turned Buck on more than satisfying Eddie. He was so turned on by his compliments, and so proud to see the man who spent most of his life punishing himself accepting- no, begging for what he wants.
Without a word Buck pulled back a bit, and then slammed his body against Eddie. He fucked him hard and slow, each motion creating a symphony of slurping and squishing, every thrust connecting their bodies with a percussive slap. Eddie rolled his hips in time with Buck, matching the intensity of his thrusts with his fluid motions. Before he knew it, Buck was relentlessly hitting his prostate with every thrust. He began to pant and moan an incoherent string of “oh Buck… oh my god… dios…” as his eyes fluttered.
“Please Buck… please cum…on me. I want… so bad.” He managed to sputter out before he started to shake and he felt himself go rigid and nearly fall completely off of the earth.
Buck felt Eddie’s climax wrap around his dick, tightening the hold Eddie had on him. Eddie released his breath with a high pitched sigh then a moan. Buck watched in awe as Eddie painted his own abdomen with cum. He continued to fuck him through his orgasm, though his pace was less rhythmic so close to his own release. Buck pulled out. Before he could even miss the fullness of having Buck inside, Eddie was hit with a warm wet spray of cum across the landscape of his torso. Buck hadn’t been lying when he called it the ‘firehose experience.’ Eddie was always amazed at just how much Buck could cum. He reached out his hand to help Buck with the final few pumps.
Buck and Eddie were both exhausted and panting, every muscle in their bodies completely spent. They laid back in the bed beside each other and waited for their heart rates to level out and their breathing to calm down.
“Buck?”
“Yeah, yeah Eddie?” Buck huffed out, still panting slightly.
“Think you could get your phone again?” Eddie blushed as he spoke. Buck was fairly certain he was the only person who’d ever got to see him like this, all fucked out and bashful and vulnerable.
“Ok, yeah, just give me a minute to find it…” Buck scrambled very unsexily around the bed looking for his misplaced and possibly sex jettisoned phone. Eddie laughed and shook his head, but didn’t dare move, not wanting a single drop of cum to slip from his body. He could feel it running slowly across his skin, sliding into the crevices of his abs, cooling and becoming sticky in some places.
“Got it!” Buck shouted from under the bed. He scrambled up and attempted to regain his sex-stealth.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this Eddie.” He said as he took a picture. “Can’t get enough. Such a cumslut.” He said playfully, sitting on the bed ready to watch and capture Eddie as he revelled in being covered in their shared mess.
Knowing how Buck could never just take a single photo, Eddie leaned into a whole photo shoot experience. He posed sitting up on the bed, kneeling with his legs spread wide. He looked at Buck, ran his fingers over his abdomen and chest seductively. He brought his fingers up to his face where he smeared glistening trails across his cheeks and chin before taking his fingers one or two at a time into his mouth to suck and lick clean.
When he was done, he clasped his hands together and rested them on the bed between his knees and looked up at Buck with a coy smile.
“Tell me what you are.” Buck said, checking the angle of his phone and then looking up at Eddie.
“your cumslut.” He said, blushing.
“That’s right.”
Buck put the phone down. “I’ll be right back.” He left to rinse and rewarm the cloth he had used to clean Eddie up earlier, and grab some water. When he was filling a glass, he remembered the fruit he’d cut up and put in the fridge earlier for them to enjoy now.
While he was gone, Eddie grabbed the phone, and opened the photo app. He glanced at the thumbnails of the photos Buck had taken of him that night. He noticed a little triangle over the last image- Eddie realized he’d been taking a video. He tapped on the image, and saw himself from Buck’s perspective. He was stunned at how hot, how free he looked.
“I hope it’s ok I made a video- I can totally delete it right now, I just got a little captivated by you.” Buck reached for the phone, but pulled it towards himself to hang onto.
“Don’t delete it. Why don’t you tuck it away somewhere safe so you can watch it whenever you want.”
The thought made Buck’s seemingly restless dick twitch a little. He bit his lip gently and took the phone from Eddie, resting it back on the nightstand beside the water and fruit. Resisting the urge to initiate round three, he took the washcloth to Eddie’s skin and cleaned up the mess they’d made together. When he was finished, he set the cloth aside and held Eddie’s face gently, pressing a doting kiss onto his forehead. He offered his exhausted love some water, which Eddie downed happily, finishing with a satiated sigh. The two of them laid in bed with the covers half on, feeding each other bits of watermelon, pineapple and strawberries.
This was the part of their nights together that Buck looked forward to the most. After all of the passion, the heat, and intensity were through; lay the still, quiet moments of comfortable silence and deep connection he yearned for. For the first time in his life, his heart was at home, safe in Eddie’s arms.
Eddie couldn’t help but relive the night’s proceedings in his head, lingering on his skin, and in that place deep inside of him that belonged only to Buck. Before, when he was with women, this practice was more akin to a ritual haunting than an erotic flashback. He would lie awake for hours filled with anxiety and dread that he’d underperformed or failed.
Now, in the sweetness of their afterglow, he felt free. He had truly savoured every delicious moment, every tantalizing sensation, and every last drop of joy- not quite shame free, but so, so much closer.