Chapter Text
*****Buck’s POV*****
After lots of questions and even more dodged responses, Eddie and Buck are shooed away by their friends with the assurance that they can handle pulling raffle tickets and cleaning up the event. Hen and Karen insist on taking Chris home for a sleepover with Denny, so they can enjoy a ‘proper date,’ as Karen puts it, adding a wink for good measure.
They hug Chris goodbye, and Buck is a little surprised at how unsurprised the kid is at the whole thing.
“He knew, didn’t he?” Buck asks as they make their way to the car, Eddie’s boxes of winnings stacked in their arms.
“He might’ve,” Eddie admits, “we had plenty of time to talk this morning while you slept.”
“And the topic of conversation was…what exactly?”
“You…and me. My sexuality, his mom, what it all means.”
“Big talk,” Buck points out, dropping his boxes in the bed of Eddie’s truck.
“What can I say? I’m a good communicator now, man. Therapy, remember?” Eddie jokes, hopping into the passenger seat of his own truck so Buck can drive them.
“That’s why it took you a month of ogling to do something about it?”
Before Buck even has a chance to put the car in reverse, Eddie’s pulling him into another kiss. He takes no time at all unbuckling himself and crawling across the middle console to seat himself in Eddie’s lap. The truck isn’t exactly huge considering they are two fully grown men, but he manages.
They make out like teenagers for far longer than they should, with the event still happening inside. Soon enough, people will be leaving, and if they’re not careful, they’ll be caught. Despite this, Buck rocks himself forward, rubbing against Eddie until they’re both hard in their jeans and panting into each other’s mouths.
“God, I want this mouth on me,” Eddie says, tracing his thumb across Buck’s swollen, still sticky lips. “This gorgeous fucking mouth that I can’t keep my eyes off of.”
“Eddie,” Buck whines, “Can’t say that right now.” He rocks his hips and shudders at the feeling of Eddie’s cock pressed up against his own through rough fabric.
“Bet you’d love sucking my cock like you sucked all those lollipops,” Eddie whispers while Buck kisses his neck. “Never gotten hard at work in my life until this last month, now I can’t stop. Every time I see you with a damn lollipop, I’m half-hard.”
“Eddie.” His voice is pitched up with need, and they really have to stop. Buck can see people exiting the firehouse through Eddie’s back window, and he slumps down. “Fuck, we need to get out of here.”
He reluctantly climbs off Eddie and falls back into the driver’s seat with a thump.
“So, uh, this date? Where are you taking me?” Eddie asks, straightening in his seat and breaking through the haze they’ve both found themselves in.
“You know, I only found out about this date like…fifteen minutes ago. A man needs time to plan.”
“Hmm, so what would you suggest instead?” Eddie asks, feigning disinterest.
“My place,” Buck says, locking eyes with Eddie in the passenger seat, “My bed. Right now.”
Eddie noticeably stills next to him, and Buck worries he said the wrong thing. Maybe he pushed too hard, maybe Eddie isn’t ready to take that next step. Finally, Eddie responds with just one word.
“Drive.”
**********
They manage to keep their hands to themselves the entire way to Buck’s. His new house is closer to the firehouse than Eddie’s, and he pushes the legal speed limits the entire way. He pops another Tootsie Pop in his mouth to take his mind off the tightness in his jeans, and Eddie audibly groans next to him.
“This is really doing it for you, huh?” Buck teases, glancing over when he pulls up to a stoplight.
Eddie looks at him, eyes flickering down to the point where Buck’s lips wrap around the white Tootsie Pop stick. He looks back up and says, “Yes.”
Buck smirks, then purposely lets his mouth hang open as his tongue does dirty, dirty things to the candy trapped behind his teeth. Eddie stares openly and doesn’t try to turn away now that he knows Buck is watching him.
“Good,” Buck says, pulling into his normal spot since his car is still at Eddie’s.
Once they’re inside, a nervous tension fills the air. They’re alone now, so different from the storage room, the stage, and even the car. They’re alone, and they’re not just best friends Buck and Eddie anymore, they’re about to be BuckandEddie for real.
For a moment, they just stare at each other, neither sure where to go from here. They’ve crossed a few lines they can’t come back from, but there’s still one more ahead of them. It’s there, right between them, mocking them. It’s begging to be crossed.
Buck takes a few large steps forward, a hand gently coming up to push Eddie backwards, and then he’s pinned up against the wall of the foyer. He takes the lollipop out of his mouth and kisses Eddie softly, a quiet brush of lips that Eddie returns. The cherry flavor lingers between them when they part, a sticky string of saliva stretching between them before snapping.
“Bed?” Eddie asks, his voice already low and desperate.
“Couch is closer?” Buck suggests, then sticks the lollipop straight into Eddie’s mouth and slides his hands under Eddie’s thighs. Eddie’s eyes crinkle in amusement as he sucks Buck’s spit-sticky candy. Then his eyes go wide as he’s hoisted into the air, Buck’s muscles straining in the best way. He walks them through the nearby doorway to his living room with Eddie's arms wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life the entire way. He deposits Eddie on the couch before climbing into his lap, straddling the thighs that haunt his dreams.
Buck settles in, placing sloppy kisses down Eddie’s jaw and neck, leaving a trail of stickiness in his wake. Eddie moans around the lollipop, and Buck can feel the evidence of his arousal beneath him. He makes quick work of their shirts, pulling Eddie’s over his head, careful to avoid the lollipop stick in his mouth, then pulls off his own and throws it to the ground.
His hands are quick to explore new territory - parts of Eddie he’s seen in the locker room but never been allowed to touch. And boy, does he touch. He runs his fingers over the hard muscles of Eddie’s shoulders, feeling every divot and every scar. His fingers trace over the long-healed bullet holes that almost robbed Eddie of his life and the moles he’s dreamed about kissing. He trails down Eddie’s chest, grazing his thumbs over pebbled nipples and earning a breathy whine in response. He locks that tidbit of knowledge away for later, when his tongue will have easier access.
His stomach is sinful, the way it ripples with laughter beneath his touch when Buck’s fingers graze the muscles there. “You’re ticklish?” Buck asks.
Eddie gives a half-hearted grunt and bats at Buck’s hand, a warning in good conscience, but Buck’s never been one to play by the rules. He lets his fingers skim lightly over Eddie's abs, and a bubbly giggle overflows from his lips in response.
Buck slots their mouths together despite the Tootsie Pop still hanging out of Eddie’s, and swallows down the gorgeous sound.
Buck had done a lot of ‘not thinking about it’ when it came to Eddie over the years. Every time a thought would pop into his head that he felt crossed a line, he’d shoo it away like an unwanted stray dog eating out of his trash cans. That is to say, he wouldn't actually shoo it away at all. Instead, he’d pretend really hard that he didn’t want to keep the dog, and would deliver it to a local no-kill animal shelter instead.
The same applied to the inappropriate thoughts and feelings he’s been having for Eddie for years. Deny, deny, deny, then, when that doesn’t work, he stores them deep in his brain for safe-keeping, never to be discussed again.
Now those thoughts are rushing back, overwhelming Buck with all the things he wants to do to and with Eddie. His chest, his ass, his mouth, Buck wants it all. But the one thing he’s never considered is that Eddie would actually be a good kisser.
He’s seen Eddie kiss girlfriends in the past, quick pecks, never anything lasting or especially romantic. And yeah, obviously he wasn’t kissing them like this in front of Buck, but he wonders if Eddie ever gave this same level of attention to them. He can’t imagine being kissed the way Eddie is kissing him right now and ever letting it go. He’s thorough, but not overbearing, malleable but not too soft, urgent but relaxed. God, he’s everything.
“What are you thinking about?” Eddie mumbles into his lips, apparently able to tell that Buck’s mind is drifting.
“That you’re actually a really good kisser,” Buck replies, sucking at Eddie’s bottom lip.
“Actually? Ouch,” Eddie says, returning the action with a hard nip. “You didn’t think I’d be a good kisser?”
Buck laughs, “I didn’t say that, just never saw a lot of passion with your previous partners, I guess.”
“Maybe,” he says, kissing him, “that’s because I should have gotten my head out of my ass sooner,” he kisses him again, “and just started kissing you.”
“Mmm,” Buck murmurs, “I can get behind that.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Eddie says with a wink.
Eddie cuts off Buck’s look of shock at the insinuation with another kiss and pulls him closer.
“Not until I get my mouth on you,” Buck says, dropping his hands into Eddie’s lap and deftly undoing his belt. Buck’s practiced moves have Eddie down to his briefs in seconds with Buck standing over him. He makes eye contact with Eddie and drops to his knees, landing on the floor exactly where he wants to be with his face between Eddie’s thighs.
“This okay?” he asks, wanting to make sure Eddie is completely on board with where things are headed.
“Yes, God, please,” Eddie groans. He’s so hard beneath the thin fabric of his briefs and Buck can easily see the spot where the tip has been leaking this entire time. He drops his mouth to the spot and sucks the moist fabric into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” Eddie curses, bucking his hips up. Buck grins up at him, then slides the waistband of Eddie’s underwear down slowly with both hands. He pulls the last piece of clothing off of Eddie like he’s taking off a woman’s pantyhose, slow and sultry. Eddie looks like he just wants him to get a move on things, but Buck is determined to make him wait for it.
The reveal of Eddie’s cock is nothing short of magnificent. Slightly shorter than Buck’s, but thick and throbbing. A light dusting of hair frames his pubic bone and balls, and Buck is sure that if he painted a portrait right now, it would be snatched up and hung in the Louvre. Eddie’s just…
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Buck whispers, nuzzling his face into Eddie’s crotch. His cheek bumps against Eddie’s cock, but Buck’s too absorbed in the experience to pay much attention yet.
“Come on, Buck, need you,” Eddie goads him. “Need your mouth on me.”
Buck obeys, mouthing at Eddie’s hipbones, first the left, then the right. He moves lower, tracing the crease of Eddie’s thigh with his tongue. He looks up and finds Eddie’s head thrown back in pleasure, lollipop stick poking out of the corner of his mouth.
“You know,” Buck says, a thought coming to him. “I got to the center of the lollipop in 320 licks - think I can get you off in more or less?”
“Less,” Eddie chokes out as Buck brushes a finger lightly up Eddie’s shaft. “Definitely less.”
“Fine, if you come in less than 320 licks, you win. If it takes more than 320, then I win. Same rules as earlier. Deal?”
Eddie looks like he’s waiting to hear the catch, but Buck runs his thumb across Eddie’s slit and he cries out, “Fine, fuck, just get your mouth on me, baby.”
“If you insist,” Buck says, grinning up at Eddie from where he’s kneeling between his legs. “Real quick - have you ever heard of edging?”
Eddie’s eyes go wide as Buck finally licks him from base to tip, swirling his tongue to catch the pre-cum gathered there.
“That’s 1.”
*****Eddie’s POV*****
Eddie’s not sure he’s going to survive the night.
Buck’s been teasing him for the last 200 ‘licks,’ which have ranged from small kisses to his tip to Buck taking Eddie all the way down and deepthroating him, before pulling back off with a sinful smile. Eddie’s been teetering on the edge for a while now, but every time he thinks he’s about to come, Buck retreats. He’s doing everything he can to prolong Eddie’s orgasm, and as frustrating as it is for Eddie, it’s also one of the hottest things he’s ever experienced.
“Baby,” Eddie pants as his dick hits the back of Buck’s throat. “God, you feel so fucking good.” Buck hums in satisfaction, bobbing his head faster and sending Eddie’s cock deeper than he even thought possible. Buck’s mouth is so warm, and soft, and wet. It’s like his cock is the lollipop now, slipping and sliding between Buck’s lips like he can’t get enough. The wet, slurping sounds coming from his lap only heighten the pleasure.
He feels the heat building in his gut, not for the first time tonight. It grows and grows, like a flame finally catching and roaring to life. He’s absolutely lost count at this point - doesn’t care about the bet, hardly remembers his own name. But Buck does.
“275,” Buck says, pulling away once again and extinguishing the fire building in him. As Eddie cools down, Buck busies himself with kissing his thighs, his hips, his balls. There’s not a second that goes by where Buck’s mouth isn’t touching Eddie in some way.
“Let me touch you,” Eddie pleads. Buck is still hard in his jeans and Eddie can only imagine how uncomfortable his erection must be right now. But Buck seems undeterred.
He shakes his head, nuzzling against Eddie’s thighs in the process. “We’ll get there, promise. Just need to show you how good I can make this for you.”
“You’ve shown me,” Eddie says, reaching out a hand to stroke through Buck’s curls. “Now let me come so I can touch you.” He tugs gently, hoping it’ll encourage Buck. “Please.”
Buck smirks up at him, his lips red and puffy, shiny with saliva. Eddie wants to devour him, but he wants to come even more. Slowly, Buck starts again.
Eddie tries to keep track in his head - 295, 296, 297...He knows Buck is pushing him right to the edge so he can win this bet, which means as soon as he hits 320, he’ll have to let him come. He sinks back deeper into the couch, spreading his legs even wider, and tugs at Buck’s curls, feeling him moan around his cock. It has the desired effect, and he starts to speed up. He laps at Eddie’s tip, finally closing his lips around the sensitive head when Eddie involuntarily thrusts up just a little. Buck seems to like that, so Eddie does it again and it feels so fucking perfect.
Buck’s lips form a tight seal as his tongue laps at Eddie’s slit and pleasure radiates through him. The flame is back in his belly and stronger than ever. Buck bobs his head, and Eddie matches it with tiny thrusts, sending his cock deeper and deeper down Buck’s throat. It’s like he’s fucking into pure velvety warmth and his head is swimming with desire.
313…314…Buck’s mouth moves faster…316…he sucks, creating a vacuum around Eddie’s dick. Just a few more and he’s there.
317…Buck pulls off.
“Fuck my mouth,” he croaks. Round, watery, blue eyes meet Eddie’s while Buck nods reassuringly. “I want you to.”
Holy shit, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard in his life. Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. Buck is back on him, swallowing him down in a second and Eddie thrusts hard, once, twice, three times.
Then he’s coming.
His orgasm cracks through him like a whip and he spills down Buck’s throat. His hips stagger, and Buck grips them, steadying him as he swallows down Eddie’s load. His whole body is shaking, he realizes, but all he feels is blinding hot pleasure as he rides out the best orgasm of his life.
Buck licks and cleans his cock with his tongue, not leaving a single drop behind, and Eddie watches him. He doesn’t take his mouth off him until he has to pull him off from the overstimulation. Eddie drags Buck up his body to his lips, needing to taste himself there and prove this is real. Apparently, in the haze of the best blowjob of his life, Eddie’s forgotten the Tootsie Pop nestled in his cheek, which Buck yanks out of his mouth and tosses it onto his coffee table.
“I win,” Buck mumbles against his lips.
Eddie snorts, “No, you didn’t. You said more than 320, I came right at 320 as a matter of fact.”
“Fuck you,” Buck scoffs, shoving at Eddie’s shoulder.
“Want to?”
Buck almost chokes, a blush creeping up his neck.
“Eddie,” he whines, “I’m not gonna last, God, the minute I’d get inside you things would be over way too fast.”
“Then let me suck you off,” Eddie says, pulling Buck closer again and kissing down his neck. “Want to make you feel good.”
Buck seems to think for a minute, then pulls away and stands, dragging Eddie to his feet with him.
“Bed, now,” he says, lacing their fingers together and dragging Eddie towards his bedroom. He follows, leaving their clothes behind in heaps on Buck’s living room floor.
“You know, if we’d just gone to bed in the first place…” Eddie starts. Buck turns and shuts him up with a kiss.
“Do you want me to fuck your thighs, or not?” Buck whispers when he breaks the kiss.
Eddie wants. Eddie definitely wants.
Once they’re in Buck’s bedroom, Buck finally peels off his jeans and boxers, standing bare before Eddie.
And he’s almost thankful Buck’s cock is only making an appearance now, because otherwise it would have been the only thing on his mind the entire time Buck was blowing him. Because it’s big…really big.
Eddie’s mouth hangs open, eyes glued to Buck’s dick the way they’ve been glued to his lips for weeks. He has no words, so he steps forward, spits in his hand, and wraps his fingers around Buck’s shaft.
Buck groans, his head falling forward to Eddie’s shoulder as he strokes him. Eddie’s never done this before, never touched another man, but the movements come easily, so similar to touching himself, but reversed. Except Buck is so long, Eddie debates adding a second hand. He makes do with just one, the other reaching up to squeeze Buck’s shoulder. Buck cries out when Eddie slides his finger over his slit, smearing pre-cum.
“Eddie - please,” Buck moans, “Bed.”
They drag each other into Buck’s bed, and Eddie lets himself be positioned on his side while Buck searches his bedside drawer. He rolls over with a bottle of lube and flicks open the cap.
“You sure this is okay?” Buck asks for what feels like the thousandth time.
Eddie wants to laugh, because right now, he’s pretty sure Buck could tell him he wanted to have sex on top of the Eiffel Tower by moonlight and Eddie would find a way to make it happen.
“Yes, Buck, yes,” he says earnestly, looking over his shoulder. “Anything with you would be okay.”
Buck’s eyes soften and he wraps an arm around Eddie, pulling him closer, before slicking up his dick with the other hand.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” Buck tells him. “Have you ever…?”
Buck lets the question hang, but Eddie knows what he means. Has Eddie ever done anything there?
He shakes his head, no.
“Next time,” Buck promises, “I’ll make it so good for you.”
Eddie’s heart soars with the promise of a ‘next time,’ as Buck positions his cock between Eddie’s legs. He’s slick from the lube and from the excess of liquid gathered at his tip, so when he pushes into the tight opening created by Eddie’s thighs, the glide is easy.
Buck’s front presses flush with Eddie’s back in a spooning position, his cock burying itself deep between Eddie’s legs. Buck’s mouth finds the juncture of his neck and bites down gently as he starts to rock his hips, holding on to Eddie’s waist to steady himself.
The first few thrusts are awkward, but soon Buck finds his rhythm and his cock pushes into the tight wet heat with ease. The drag of his length just below Eddie’s hole and behind his balls is an entirely new sensation - one that he hadn’t ever considered sexy until now. Apparently, his cock seems to agree, perking up at the intrusion.
Buck’s hand slides to cup Eddie’s ass, squeezing a handful and moaning loudly into Eddie’s neck.
“Your ass is so perfect, you know that?” Buck says, massaging the flesh while his thrusts fill the room with the sound of slapping skin.
“Mmm, tell me, baby,” Eddie groans back. He slips his arm up, threading his fingers through Buck’s hair and pulling him closer.
“It’s like it’s sculpted, so firm and round - just wanna bury my face in it and make you come on my tongue,” Buck whispers.
Eddie sputters, feeling his face go hot, “Holy shit, Buck.”
“You’re so fucking innocent, aren’t you?” Buck says, already knowing the answer. “Getting you all hot and bothered with a little dirty talk.”
“M’not innocent,” Eddie says, unconvincingly.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Buck responds, then pulls his cock back a little further and slides it right over Eddie’s hole. A burst of pleasure washes over Eddie and it takes him a second to register that the moaning filling his ears is his own. “Nobody’s ever going to touch this ass again, only me.”
“Only you,” Eddie repeats, breathless, “Do that again.”
He does it again, and the feeling is so much better than Eddie ever imagined. He always assumed anal would be more pleasure for the giver than the receiver, but holy fucking shit was he wrong. Just the feeling of Buck’s tip gliding over the tight ring of muscle, not even actually pushing inside, has Eddie hard again. He can’t remember the last time he’s been able to go twice in one night - maybe the night before he left for his first tour?
“Fuck me,” he whispers, “Please - I need you to.”
“Eddie,” he groans. “God, I want to, but I’m not gonna last if I get inside you. Wanna make your first time special.” He nips at Eddie’s neck. “And I’m so close already.”
“Anything with you is special,” he says, tugging at Buck’s hair. “Just want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuuuck,” Buck exhales. “Okay, roll on your stomach.”
Eddie’s quick to obey, rolling flat on his stomach, head turned to look over his shoulder.
Buck climbs between his legs and Eddie catches a glimpse of his cock, glistening in the low light of the room. He lowers himself onto the bed and leans his arms against Eddie’s legs, his hands landing right on Eddie’s ass. He’s confused for a moment, then Buck spreads his ass cheeks and dives in.
The second his tongue hits his hole, Eddie cries out. It’s so fucking good he can’t even think straight. Buck’s tongue traces the small ring of muscle, loosening him with practiced ease, before pushing in further. He licks and sucks the skin so thoroughly that Eddie’s sure Buck could make do on his promise to get him off this way.
Eddie’s not sure if he wants to push back further onto Buck’s tongue or grind his cock into the bed beneath him for friction. He ends up doing a little of both until Buck’s hands tighten to hold him in place. Relax and enjoy, he thinks Buck is trying to tell him.
Buck must deem him loose enough to take more, because suddenly something more blunt joins his tongue. His pointer finger pushes in slowly, and at first, it feels like an intrusion. Not painful, but also not the same pleasure Buck’s tongue brought. Eddie makes a point to breathe - to loosen his muscles and relax. As soon as he does, the finger slides in further as if he’s sucking it in. Buck moves in and out, and suddenly the tension is gone, and the friction is actually starting to feel nice. A second finger starts to push in, and the cycle repeats - a second of hesitation, a moment to remind himself to relax, then pleasure.
He feels himself loosen as Buck’s fingers work their magic and soon it feels like Buck is pushing deeper, searching for something. Eddie knows the second Buck finds it, because suddenly his world is filled with heat and fireworks. His whole body lurches off the bed a few inches and he hears Buck’s throaty laugh above it all.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says, stroking Eddie’s ass with the hand that’s not inside him, “it’s just your prostate.”
Eddie doesn’t think it’s just anything, but he’s not about to say that.
Buck takes the next few minutes to add another finger, swiping across Eddie’s prostate every few strokes, and Eddie isn’t exactly proud of the sounds he makes.
“Baby, I’m ready,” Eddie says when Buck goes to add a fourth finger.
“Okay,” he says quietly, “okay.”
He slides a hand under Eddie’s hip and gently flips him over until he’s lying on his back, looking up into blue, sparkling eyes.
Buck kisses him deeply and Eddie savors every moment.
“Before I…before we…” Buck starts. He looks like he’s having trouble finding the words. Eddie thinks maybe he already has them.
“I love you,” he says softly, locking eyes with the man hovering above him. “If it wasn’t obvious.”
“You do,” Buck says. Not a question. More like he’s reassuring himself that he actually heard what he thinks he heard.
“I do, Buck. Loving you is probably the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I just got in my own way a bit,” he says, cupping Buck’s face in his hands. “Took a fucking Tootsie Pop to knock some sense into me.”
Relief washes over Buck’s face, and this close, Eddie can see the spots of Buck’s mouth that are stained red from the lollipops he’s consumed today, more endearing than they have any right to be.
“Eddie, God, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have this - you. I shoved away every bit of hope I ever had because I thought you were…”
“I know,” he says softly.
“But I think I’ve loved you every second that I’ve known you. How could I not?”
Eddie watches tears prick the corners of Buck’s eyes and decides they’re done talking. He pulls Buck down to him as he arches his hips up, reminding Buck why they’re here. Buck chuckles into Eddie’s lips and snakes a hand between them, lining himself up with Eddie’s hole.
Buck drags the blunt head over his entrance once, then twice, then lets it catch on the third time. He pushes in slowly and Eddie gasps at the intrusion. There’s no pain, just a deep sense of fullness he’s never experienced before. The tip has barely breached him and he’s already obsessed with the feeling. Buck rocks his hips, keeping his eyes trained on Eddie’s face for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t give him any, but lets his eyes flutter shut instead, just feeling the moment.
Buck moves slowly, inching forward with each gentle thrust until he’s flush with Eddie’s ass. He groans deeply above him, leaning down to connect their mouths. Eddie opens his mouth to him, sucking at Buck’s tongue like he won’t ever get enough. The need for friction starts to grow and Eddie is getting impatient. His hips are pinned by Buck’s large frame, but he managed to thrust upward just enough to shove Buck’s cock a little deeper.
Buck grunts into his mouth and seems to get the message, finally moving his hips and thrusting into Eddie in earnest. The sensation is overwhelming, like nothing Eddie’s ever felt in his life. The fullness and the tenderness with which Buck fucks him is filled with so much love, Eddie feels like he’s close to bursting.
“I love you,” he whispers up to Buck through moans and stuttered breathing. The words don’t do justice to the magnitude of his feelings, but they’ll have to do. Buck’s pace quickens and he hauls Eddie’s legs up towards his chest. The new angle allows for deeper penetration and Eddie cries out as Buck nails his prostate over and over.
Buck’s movements above him turn frantic as he attaches himself to Eddie’s neck, kissing and sucking as he fucks him harder.
“Yes, Buck,” Eddie cries out, “Just like that.”
Eddie’s spilling over the edge before he knows what hits him. His orgasm overtakes his entire body, his ass clenching around Buck’s cock until he’s following him over. He bites down on Eddie’s shoulder when he comes, but any pain is lost on him as they ride out their orgasms wrapped up in each other. He feels Buck’s cum filling his ass and overflowing wetly onto his cheeks, and thinks maybe he’ll feel grossed out by it later, but not right now. Right now, Buck is on him, and over him and in him, and Eddie’s never felt peace like this in his life.
“How long?” Buck asks. Eddie jumps, knocked out of whatever daydream is playing through his head.
“Huh?”
“How long have you known…” Buck asks, the rest of his sentence implied. How long have you known about this?
“That first day with the truck rollover, I think,” Eddie admits. “I didn’t really know what it meant at first, but I just felt - when I saw you sucking on the Tootsie Pop, it was like I was on fire.”
Buck grins smugly and encourages Eddie to continue. “I actually asked Chim if we could get someone in to check the thermostat. I was sweaty, and my heart was pounding - I couldn’t understand why nobody else was feeling it.”
“I was,” Buck says. “I feel it every time I look at you.”
Eddie could stay like this all night, talking with Buck about everything and nothing, but he makes a fair point that they should get cleaned up and eat something. While Buck runs to the bathroom for a washcloth, Eddie grabs Buck’s phone and sees half a dozen messages from their friends and family asking for details about his and Eddie’s evening. Instead of reading through them, he swipes away and orders pizza and wings from their favorite place. His own phone is probably still in his jeans pocket, discarded somewhere in Buck’s living room. He should probably grab it at some point to check in on Christopher, but if they really needed him, they’d be just as likely to text Buck as they would him.
When Buck arrives back in the bedroom, he’s got a wet washcloth in his hand and a Tootsie Pop shoved in his mouth.
“I don’t think I’m young enough to get hard a third time in one night,” Eddie tells him, eyeing the candy. Buck grins around the white stick protruding from his lips.
“What do you mean? I’m just enjoying a post-sex Tootsie Pop - nothing to see here,” he says innocently. “Grabbed you one, too.”
He tosses Eddie a chocolate-flavored pop, and Eddie catches it mid-air.
“I hate you,” he says, unwrapping the sweet and popping it in his mouth while Buck gently cleans him up.
“You really don’t,” he teases back, discarding the wet towel and climbing into bed beside Eddie. They’ll both need to get dressed soon, if only to grab the food delivery from the front porch, but for now, all he wants is to be here, exactly like this.
“No,” he smiles, leaning over to kiss Buck, mixing chocolate and cherry flavors between sticky lips, “I really don’t.”