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They stay like that, wrapped around each other in various states of undress in the middle of Buck’s kitchen for longer than they probably should. It’s the middle of the night; Carla is probably sitting at home with a sleeping Chris after Eddie claimed it was an emergency, and Buck is in desperate need of taking a cold shower then getting a few hours of sleep before their overnight shift tomorrow, er…today?
But Buck can’t get himself to let go of Eddie. His hands are skimming over his bare skin, warm and smooth under his rough palms, and he can’t think of anything more important in this moment than making up for weeks of not touching this man the way he wants to.
Did he mean it? Did Eddie really mean what he said? Ask for everything. It feels too good to be true. That’s how it always feels with Eddie. A little too good, a little too close to perfect to be possible and real. Buck wants to bow down and kneel before whoever in the universe decided he deserved Eddie and Christopher Diaz like this, and he’d spend forever trying his fucking best to be worthy of them.
Speaking of being worthy: he’s not feeling it in this moment.
His face is flushed from the direction his thoughts have taken. They took a right turn down the corridor of naughtiness (it’s like the Hogwarts changing stairs in his mind, okay?), and Buck’s having a hard time thinking about anything other than how good it felt to be on his knees for Eddie, bringing him pleasure with his mouth and hands. He’s never had another man’s dick in his mouth until tonight, but it’s something he wants to do everyday, in different positions, in various places. His mind is running a little wild at the thought of dropping to his knees for Eddie at the station while their showering after a rough call, the other man using his mouth as he sees fit.
Eddie shifts, his hips brushing over Buck’s aching problem that’s tented his briefs during what should be an innocent hug, and Buck bites his lip to muffle the groan that threatens to slip out and ruin what should be a sweet moment.
Not that he doesn’t want Eddie’s hands all over him. He does. Fuck, he wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything. And sure, Eddie was all “be greedy” twenty minutes ago, but did he mean to ask for things like sexual favors? Did the offer extend that far? Also, Buck might’ve been ready to go that far with Eddie, but Buck shouldn’t assume Eddie’s ready for anything like that yet. He’s only ever initiated kissing, which don’t get Buck wrong they’re the best make-out sessions he’s ever experienced, but it’s pretty tame compared to a blowjob.
Then again Eddie did lick his own cum off of Buck’s chin…
He’s confused himself now, wondering what the fuck is up or down when it comes to these things. His brain hurts from trying to figure everything out right this second, but it won’t shut off.
Eddie’s face dips closer to his, soft lips brushing over the hair at his temple before rounding the shell of his ear hotly. Buck can’t contain the shiver that rolls down his spine, and as much as he wants to be embarrassed, he’s not. He’s too hot, too bothered by Eddie’s bare, muscular chest pressing into the fabric of his shirt to feel anything other than sharp, white heat coursing through his body.
Buck doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t ask for Eddie to kiss him, doesn’t ask for the way he shifts their bodies, turning them around so he can push Buck into the counter. Buck doesn’t ask for Eddie’s tongue, licking into his mouth, wet and demanding, then over his jaw and down his throat.
It just happens, and he loves it, basks in all of the sensation he feels. The hard edge of the counter biting into his hips. Eddie’s fingers digging into his waist, holding him exactly how he’d like. Eddie’s biting teeth and soft lips blazing a path over his skin like he’s touch starved, aching for Buck’s skin like an addict.
Buck breathes out, head falling back as his hands find purchase on Eddie’s shoulders, “Who are you?” He groans when Eddie skims his knuckles over Buck’s throbbing erection. “I thought you…nnngh—didn’t you want slow?”
Eddie pulls back, confusion drawing his eyebrows down as he pushes at Buck’s shirt, bunching the material up and up and up until Buck catches on, tearing the offensive, ratty shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
“What? You’re the one who was talking about slow, Buck.” Eddie murmurs against him, sucking a bruise under his collarbone then lapping at it. “Don’t really know what slow means to you though since you just sucked my dick.”
Buck laughs breathlessly, “Okay, yeah, that’s not…so you don’t want slow?”
Eddie hooks his fingers in the elastic of Buck’s briefs, slowly peeling them down until they’re looped around his mid-thigh, keeping his legs from spreading more than a few inches. Buck groans at the first contact of Eddie’s hand on his cock, warm and dry and so fucking great.
“Does it feel like I want slow?” Eddie asks, breath ghosting over his lips when he leans forward, hand frozen over his leaking cock, squeezing gently but unmoving. “Hm?”
Buck swallows, moaning when Eddie gives him a slow, languid stroke, dropping his head back again. “Feels good whatever it is.”
Eddie chuckles then captures Buck’s lips in a hard kiss, nipping at his bottom lip while his free hand glides over his abs, tickling the flexing muscles, then over his chest before pinching at Buck’s nipple, teasing the hardened bud harshly before moving onto the next.
Buck is nothing but a pile of hot, flushed skin and an erect penis. Everything feels a little too bright and a little too sensitive even though this isn’t even the most stimulation he’s had in one go. Maybe it’s because it’s Eddie making him feel all of…this.
Eddie removes his hand from Buck to lick and spit into his hand, coating himself then wrapping around Buck once more, tighter, harder, stroking his cock steadily now. Buck is trembling, and he’s almost one thousand percent sure he’s not going to be able to stand much longer. Eddie’s hand is moving over him hot and fast, and Buck’s head is flopped backwards while a series of unintelligible moans and grunts exit his mouth. His hips make tiny thrusts into Eddie’s hand while he presses into the fingers still pinching and caressing his nipples.
“How did you—oh, oh—did you learn how to…?”
Eddie kisses him, jerking him harder and faster until Buck is one, long indecipherable ball of white, hot lust shooting for explosion, for maximum damage in any way he can. Eddie’s hand leaves his chest, settling on the nape of neck instead to direct him to Eddie’s mouth. It doesn’t stay there though. He tries to spread his legs, thrust into Eddie’s fist with a little more leverage, but he’s immobilized by his briefs, when Eddie’s hand drifts. Eddie just trails down Buck’s chest to cup his aching balls, massaging and rolling as Buck slams a palm down on the counter when his orgasm rips through him.
Hot, white spurts of come coat Eddie’s hand, Buck’s abs, even a rope lands on Eddie’s jeans before Eddie’s able to milk the last of Buck’s orgasm from him.
“If you can still talk with my hand on you, I’m clearly not doing it right.”
“I think evidence points to you doing everything right.”
Eddie smiles. Buck sucks in air, breathing happily and sated.
Then Eddie, being the kinky bastard Buck is realizing he must be, brings his hands up to his mouth, licking a stripe of cooling cum from his hand. Buck’s eyes narrow, breath hitching. It shouldn’t be hot, and yet his cock is making a valiant effort to harden once more at the sight.
“I’ve been doing a lot of…research we’ll call it.”
Buck nods, mouth parting in disbelief and surprisingly lust, “You’ve been researching gay porn?”
Eddie snorts, “I’d like to think it’s more complex than googling “gay porn”.”
“What did you google then?”
“How to please a man in less than ten steps.”
Buck frowns. He has managed to do some of his own research, purely for science of course, about the workings of sex between a man and another man. He never found such an article.
Eddie laughs, hands cupping Buck’s face, “I’m kidding. I just…I don’t know. Researched. Jesus, what is this? Twenty questions? Aren’t you supposed to be all loopy and too satisfied to talk after an orgasm?”
“I am pretty tired.”
Eddie steps back, pulling Buck’s underwear back into place over his messy privates before hitting him with a soft grin. “Let’s get you to bed.”
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“Whoa…”
“What did you—”
“Did you get into a fight? Who did this to you?”
Buck sighs, rubbing a frustrated hand over his forehead. “It’s a buzz cut, guys. It’ll grow back.”
“But,” Hen reaches out then drops her hand, “the little curls…”
“Does Maddie know? She won’t be happy…” Chim insists as Buck walks away with a snickering Eddie on his tail.
//////
It’s been a long day, longer than usual it seems, and maybe it only seems that way to Buck because he’s scheduled for what he hopes is his last doctors appointment about his damn leg for the rest of his life. He always gets a little anxious before these appointments, like suddenly his doctor is going to tell him he’s back to square one again and out of work for the time being. Every appointment screw with his head, and he’s struggled all day to stay focused on his job.
It also doesn’t help that Eddie’s been watching him like a fucking hawk, eyes narrowing into concerned slits every time he doesn’t respond to someone with useless knowledge or charismatic humor. He knows he’s not himself at the moment, but he refuses to worry about this appointment, about Eddie, about the guilt he feels for not even telling Eddie about the doctor. He has one thing to focus on at the moment. One thing that requires his full attention.
And that is the man dangling precariously from the back of a small airplane.
Hen and Chim are spouting off different possible medical problems the man could’ve sustained while he’s flailing around up there while Bobby remains silent, assessing the situation completely before talking. Eddie is watching with a rapt fascination that Buck would find endearing in literally any other situation.
Buck on the other hand is a little miffed about one thing in particular. “Yeah, we haven’t talked about how we’re getting him down...”
Bobby turns, leveling Buck with a look that tells him he has a plan, “How’s the leg?”
“Uh, screws are out. Feeling great.”
Bobby nods, speaking into his radio to the dispatcher then connecting to the radio on the plane to talk to the pilot. Everything happens fast after that. One minute Buck is leaning against the truck struggling to understand how the hell they’re going to get this man down safely. The next Eddie and Buck are standing on top of the fire truck like it’s a damn surfboard, tethered to the top, while the pilot flies over them so they can grab the instructor before the plane literally lands on him.
Somehow they manage to pull it off, and Buck shoots Eddie his first genuine smile of the day, which the other man returns full force. Buck finds himself caught up in the moment, just staring at Eddie for a moment.
//////
“Everything’s all good! He said he thinks the screws and pins were causing the clots,” Buck says, an excited lit to his tone, as he smushes his phone between his ear and shoulder while bending awkwardly to unlock his apartment door.
“Wait, you had an appointment today?” Eddie asks. “Is that why you rushed off after shift?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Buck flounders for a minute. He forgot he never told Eddie about the appointment in his pure utter joy knowing he’s finally free of the doc. “I—It wasn’t because I didn’t want you to know, or whatever. I was just—”
“Nervous?” Eddie supplies.
“Yeah, but as soon as I got out of there, man, my first thought was “I gotta call Eddie!””
Eddie chuckles, something rustling in the background, “So you like me? That’s what I’m hearing?”
Buck rolls his eyes, but there’s a goofy grin on his face, “What is this, middle school? Check yes or no?”
Buck wanders upstairs, stripping his clothes off awkwardly before throwing on sweats and a clean t-shirt before trotting back down the steps to rustle up some dinner.
“Exactly. Yes or no? I’m so anxious waiting for your answer. Probably won’t be able to look you in the eye for the next month.”
Buck barks out a laugh, “So you’re familiar with the yes or no system? You use it often?”
“Is there another? I must be outdated,” Eddie plays along. “But seriously, I’m dying here. Yes or no? You like me?”
Buck sobers. He’s preheating his oven, and he just kind of freezes because he can hear the small bite of insecurity in Eddie’s voice. He can hear the way Eddie’s joking and not joking at the same time. Buck can hear it because he’s the exact same way.
“Can’t believe I have to say it…” Buck murmurs even though he feels giddy at just the thought of telling Eddie he really likes him, of making Eddie happy through his answer. At Eddie soft laugh, Buck sighs dramatically, “Yes, duh. Of course, I like you.”
“Aw, Buck, you’re so into me.”
“You asshole.”