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“So, Eddie,” Chim starts, chewing on a piece of gum spread out on the loft couch. “Buck ever tell you about the nickname he gave himself on his old dating apps?”
“Aw, come on, Chim,” Buck groans, staring at the TV screen where he’s currently beating Eddie at Mario Kart, the fucker. “Right now? I’m winning.”
“That’s the point, Buckaroo. You know I’m partial to your other half.” Chimney leans in closer to Eddie, a shit-eating grin on his face. “So, did he? Because now that you two are together, I kind of wanna know if he was telling the truth.”
Eddie misses a drift in the game and bangs into a wall, cursing under his breath and using a mushroom to speed back up right behind Buck. “No, he didn’t. But I have the feeling you’re about to tell me what it was.”
“Get a load of this: Buckley called himself Firehose.” Eddie snorts and Buck shoots him a dirty look, accidentally driving off a bridge while he’s not paying attention and putting Eddie in first. “And as the sole person here who has gotten up close and personal with Buck’s junk—”
“Chim, come on—”
“—I need you to tell me if it’s true.”
Eddie’s cheeks go a little warm, and he ignores Chim’s question until he’s sending his Yoshi over the finish line in first place, his overgrown puppy of a boyfriend yelling at the TV once the race stats show. He turns to Chim while Buck is distracted, looking around to make sure nobody will overhear.
“Firehose?”
Chim laughs. “Yep. Spill it, Diaz.”
And Eddie looks over at Buck, drags his eyes down Buck’s broad chest and small waist until he’s staring directly at his crotch, picturing what he knows is underneath. The length of it, how pink it gets when he leaks, how much come it pumps out when Eddie fucks him over the edge.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, clearing his throat. “Yeah, it’s true.”
Chim leans back against the couch with a low whistle. “Damn. I was kinda hoping I would get to tease him a little, you know? But if it’s true...”
And shit, wait, that’s a good idea. Because Buck might have a big dick, might have paraded it around and fucked anything that moved at one point, but since getting together with Eddie? Buck bottoms almost exclusively. He loves taking Eddie’s cock, will beg for it on his hands and knees if Eddie asks him to, and the couple of times he’s fucked Eddie he was a whimpering mess the entire time.
Eddie thinks that based on some of the other stuff they’ve already done that maybe… maybe Buck would be into getting made fun of just a little.
There’s only one way for him to find out.
—
They’re making out on the couch in Buck’s loft before they have to pick up Chris, Eddie on top of Buck bracing himself against the arm rest. It had started out soft and then quickly turned heated, and now Buck is grinding his hips up in little circles against Eddie while small, needy sounds fall and get trapped between their mouths. Eddie is forever grateful that Buck’s sex drive is just as high as his; if he wasn’t able to see and have Buck like this whenever he wanted, he might just go a little out of his mind with want.
“Needy,” Eddie growls against Buck’s mouth when his hips thrust up hard against Eddie’s. They have a few hours before they have to go, which is more than enough time to fuck and clean up and get out the door, so Eddie slides down the couch a bit so he can start pulling Buck’s shirt open. He sucks on Buck’s neck while he does it, reveling in the moans that echo through the small space.
He gets Buck’s shirt off and then goes to unbutton his pants, but he stops right before he pulls the zipper down. Buck must sense his hesitation because he asks Eddie about it a second later.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Do you trust me?”
There’s nothing but conviction in Buck’s voice. “Always.”
“And you would tell me to stop if you didn’t like it?”
“Of course, Eddie.” Buck gets a sly grin on his face. “What are you planning?”
Eddie leans up and drops a kiss to Buck’s lips, laughing when Buck whines as he pulls away. Eddie quickly gets Buck’s pants and briefs off until he’s laying naked on his own couch with Eddie still fully clothed, albeit a bit disheveled. Buck always looks so good like this, spread out and flushed and hard for him, and Eddie runs a finger up the underside of Buck’s cock just to see him gasp and squirm.
“So fucking big,” Eddie murmurs, and the flush on Buck’s face spreads down his neck and shoulders. “It’s a shame you’re such a bottom.”
The moan Buck lets out is nothing short of sinful, his cock filling out all the way and twitching up from his stomach. Interesting. Eddie smirks and presses a kiss on the inside of Buck’s thigh, grabbing their stashed lube out of Buck’s coffee table drawer and slicking his fingers up. Buck pushes his hips forward and opens his legs on instinct, and Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants from the obvious display of submission, of want.
“See?” Eddie says, working his own pants open and off. “You’re gagging for it all the time. Big cock like that, you could have anyone you wanted hanging off of it, but all you want is to be all filled up.”
“Eddie,” Buck moans, his hips grinding down against the couch. Buck is always so responsive, so eager and willing to take whatever Eddie gives him, and Eddie loves to tease and torture him just to see the kind of noises he makes when he’s desperate. Right now though, Eddie is on a mission, and it’s not the one that Buck thinks he’s on.
Eddie gets his pants and boxers off, his hard cock hanging between his legs, and Buck is staring at it like he wants it down his throat. Knowing Buck, he probably does, but Eddie isn’t going to give it to him.
“The problem with gagging for it all the time,” Eddie starts, straddling Buck’s chest and smirking at the confused whimper Buck lets out, “is that when I’m the one who wants to get fucked, you don’t even know how to do it.”
“Eddie—”
Eddie reaches back and sinks two fingers into himself, moaning and rocking back on them to get them as deep as they can go. It’s been a while since he’s been on the receiving end of things and he always forgets how sensitive he is, how stretching out his rim and brushing his fingers against his prostate makes his dick ache and leak all over the place. He groans and watches Buck with unfocused eyes, sliding another finger in at the dark, needy look Buck is staring him down with.
“So upsetting,” Eddie says, tugging his fingers out and drizzling cold lube onto Buck’s dick just to watch him squirm away from it, jacking him off until his cock is slick and dripping. Eddie lines himself up and starts to sink down, Buck crying out as soon as the head slips past Eddie’s rim. “So many guys would kill for a dick like this, and you don’t even use it.”
“Using it—right now, Eddie, fuck—”
“No, you’re not.” Eddie keeps working Buck’s cock into himself, slow rolls of his hips up and down as more and more of it forces him open. Bottoming for Buck is always a process, getting the entire thing inside of him taking longer than Eddie usually has the patience for, but he doesn’t want to hurt anything important, so he suffers through it anyway. “How can you be using it if I’m doing all the work? You’re not even—not even helping me get it in.”
“Eddie, I—”
“I know, baby. It’s because you don’t know how.”
Buck squeezes his eyes shut as a punched-out moan falls from his lips, his hands digging at the leather of the couch as Eddie finally sits all the way down. God, Buck is so fucking deep and stretching him out so good that Eddie is losing his brain to mouth filter already, clinging to the things he wants to say before he loses the ability to speak entirely.
“I just don’t think it’s fair,” Eddie says, grinding his hips in slow circles until he’s comfortable enough to go faster. “Any time I want to get fucked, I have to ride you. Because you just can’t hold it together long enough to really give it to me, can you?”
“No,” Buck whimpers, his hands finally landing on Eddie’s thighs as Eddie starts to bounce up and down on him. “You just feel—so good, Eddie, so good—”
Eddie clenches down around Buck and he groans, fucking up into Eddie once before biting his lip and keeping them still. He’s so used to not moving until Eddie says he can that he does it automatically now, and Eddie might actually die if Buck keeps being so good for him without him having to ask.
“Still waiting for me to give you orders,” Eddie moans, angling his body so Buck’s dick hits his prostate every time he slams his hips down. There are fireworks exploding down his spine, crackling in the small of his back as he forces Buck deeper inside of him, gripping the back of the couch for leverage as he fucks himself on Buck’s dick. “You would think that because you bottom so much, you would at least know what feels good enough to give it to me. Such a waste—fuck, Evan—a waste of a big cock. Bet you used to make all those girls ride you too, didn’t you?”
“Y–Yes,” Buck chokes out, his hips finally rocking up into Eddie’s. “Liked—liked how they felt on top of me—”
“More like they knew how to use your dick and you didn’t.”
“Eddie—”
“I bet the entire time you were just wishing they would play with your ass, that they would fuck you the way you were begging for with everything but your words.” Eddie speeds up his bouncing until his thighs burn, but it feels so fucking good that he powers through it, Buck’s hands moving to his hips. “Do you even know how to fuck someone with your dick, or did you just sit back and make them do all the work the way I do—Buck, oh my god—”
Suddenly Eddie is being shoved up and then slammed down on the other side of the couch, Buck looming over him with an absolutely wrecked look on his face as he starts fucking Eddie like he means it.
“Fuck, that’s a good boy.” Buck looks so big and broad like this, and even though he’s whining and eventually drops down to shove his face into Eddie’s neck, the space he takes up makes Eddie feel small. Especially now that Buck is fucking him fast and shallow, stopping every few minutes to grind in deep before going back, and Eddie is wriggling underneath him trying to get the angle that will shove Buck’s dick into his prostate. “Such a good boy, you’re learning.”
Buck chokes out a groan against his neck as Eddie finds the angle that makes him see stars, knowing it’ll only take another minute of this before he comes untouched. He scratches his fingers down Buck’s scalp and moans at the way Buck shudders in his arms, at the way Buck adjusts his thrusts so he hits Eddie’s prostate every single time because he’s good.
“Eddie, is it good? Am I—am I good? Please, is it good—”
“It’s so good, baby,” Eddie groans, arching his back and fuck, yes, yesyesyes— “Make me come with that big cock, yes, fuck—”
Buck sobs into Eddie’s neck as Eddie comes completely untouched, his walls clenching down around Buck as he shoots all over both of their chests. And Buck is almost right there with him, Eddie can tell he’s so close to falling over the edge, so he grabs Buck’s ass and slips a finger between his cheeks to rub over his hole.
Buck cries out and comes inside of Eddie, emptying everything he has into Eddie’s ass and making the slide slicker and wetter with how much there is. Eddie is addicted to how much Buck comes—in both frequency and quantity—and the feeling of being filled after so long sends another aftershock running through Eddie’s body.
They lay there for a few minutes basking in the afterglow, sweat cooling on Eddie’s face as he runs his hands softly up and down Buck’s back. Buck is still inside him, but his cock is softening and starting to slip out and Eddie can’t bring himself to care about the mess he’s going to make all over Buck’s couch when come starts to leak out of him.
“Fuck,” Buck eventually croaks, shifting on top of Eddie until his dick finally slides out. “I didn’t know that would be such a thing for me.”
“Yeah?” Eddie smiles, rubbing soft circles over the base of Buck’s neck. “You can give Chim the credit.”
Buck makes a strangled noise and lifts his head out of Eddie’s neck to stare at him. “What?!”
Eddie laughs, pulling Buck down for a messy kiss. He’ll thank Chimney later for getting him laid, but only so he can see the scandalized look on Chimney’s face when he realizes exactly what Eddie is trying to say.