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Concentrating has been difficult to say the least, especially with Eddie around.
Not that he minds Eddie’s company during an overnight shift…it’s just that…
It’s just now that Buck’s seen Eddie in all his naked glory and had him inside his body, Buck can’t help but think about the way Eddie felt under him, on top of him, fixing his wrists to the mattress while he fucked him. And don’t even get Buck started on Eddie’s mouth. The man is pure sin and, honestly, Buck doesn’t give a shit if he ends up in hell for fucking his best friend-more than friends-colleague.
So what if he daydreams about how they fucked all over his apartment or that Eddie blew him on the balcony in broad daylight? They’re consenting adults.
As he restocks the truck, Buck catches those familiar brown eyes glancing at him. He smirks and earns a standard Eddie Diaz eyeroll for his troubles. “Penny for your thoughts?” Buck asks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Eddie quips. He winks before going back to his task.
There’s something about his boyish charm and dimples that makes Buck melt. If they weren’t at work, he’d go over to Eddie and just kiss him.
He wants to feel the wet slip of Eddie’s tongue against his own, his lips on his skin, and his mouth against Buck’s ear, whispering a multitude of filthy things that will keep Buck company on cold, lonely nights. Fuck, even Eddie’s voice is damn turn on and it’s then Buck decides that the other man has ruined him for everyone.
Time ticks by slowly because the people of Los Angeles don’t seem to have emergencies this evening. Normally Buck would appreciate the quiet, but he needs something to take his mind off of Eddie.
Eddie naked in his bed.
Eddie’s mouth between his ass cheeks, licking the tight pucker of Buck’s hole with gusto.
Eddie’s ragged breathing as he cums, groaning Buck’s name into Buck’s sweaty skin.
A buzzing in his back pocket brings Buck out of his daydream. He notices Eddie’s absence and idly wonders where he’s disappeared to when his cell phone buzzes again. Buck pulls it out, expecting a text from Maddie or his parents, when he finds Eddie’s name across the touch screen.
Bunk room, is all the text says. Very succinct and to the point—and very Eddie.
Buck can’t seem to move fast enough.
He finds Eddie leaning against one of the bunks, arms crossed over his broad chest with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. “Good timing.”
It’s something in the way Eddie speaks to him—all low and seductive—that makes Buck turn into an idiot.
“Well, I heard it’s not nice to keep people waiting,” Buck counters, raising an eyebrow as he shuts the door behind him.
Eddie’s stare turns molten. “Oh?” he asks, raising his own eyebrow in challenge. He licks his lips as he looks Buck over, smacking them together. “Is that so?”
Buck smirks because, if anything, he does like a challenge. “Yeah.”
And Eddie certainly provides one. “Well, don’t make me wait,” he says.
Buck surmises that Eddie has no honest to God idea about what he does to people—or, mainly, Buck—because all it takes for Buck to go to him is just Eddie existing.
Kneeling between Eddie’s legs, Buck runs his palms over long, muscular thighs, scratching the last scant itches with his blunt fingernails. He glances from under his lashes to watch the other man’s face as he slowly undoes his zipper, both of them listening to each tooth clicking loose. Surrounded by dark hair, Eddie’s cock is half hard in anticipation; the sight is mouth watering.
Buck pulls Eddie’s pants down his hips, revealing the rest of him. He’s all tanned skin, hard muscle, and various scars long faded into slivery retirement. The lack of underwear—which shouldn’t surprise Buck, but, at the same time, it does—the rapidly hardening length of his cock, the temptingly heavy balls Buck wants to suck on; he’s been waiting all damn day to have Eddie standing in front of him just like this. He wraps his hand around the base, squeezing as he licks the head and tastes salty precum at the slit. He flicks his tongue lower, tracing over the flared edges and underneath where he finds a tender spot that makes Eddie inhale.
Calloused fingers curl around the back of his skull, gently caressing Buck’s hair as he continues his exploration. He expects Eddie to pull at him, jerk him around, shove his head down until he’s gagging around his cock, but Eddie just half-sits, half-leans against the bunk bed with his pants somewhere between his thighs and knees. Buck sucks him in, setting a practically brutal rhythm that’s made other men lose their damn minds.
Because Buck’s sucked cock before and it’s something he enjoys. It’s something he’s been told that he’s good—no, scratch that—great at.
And then there’s Eddie fucking Diaz who grins lazily like he has all the time in the world despite being rock hard and dripping precum onto Buck’s busy tongue because Eddie Diaz is an asshole.
Honestly, he should be thrusting his dick halfway down Buck’s throat. In fact, he should be cumming but Eddie is a fucking conundrum. He stares up at the other man, knowing full well of what he looks like—his eyes bright, his lips stretched out and cherry red around Eddie’s cock, the flush on his cheeks—and thinks of all the ways he could unravel Eddie and his own cock aches in reply.
He runs his teeth against the underside of the cock in his mouth and Eddie’s reaction is instantaneous. With a curse, Eddie cums, spurting down Buck’s throat which he swallows obediently. He continues working his lips and tongue until the last of Eddie’s salty release has been teased out of him and he slips, soft, out of Buck’s mouth.
They stare at each other, both of them breathing heavily for different reasons until Eddie finally speaks.
“Get up here,” he demands, growling. His eyes are bright from his release. “And take those pants off.”
Buck’s never moved faster. The moment his pants are wiggling past his knees, Eddie pushes Buck onto the bed, crowding over him as he takes Buck’s pulsing cock in hand and gives it a dry stroke. He shudders at the sensation of the other man’s calloused palm and fingers on his sensitive erection and thinks that this shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Chuckling, Eddie does it again and again until Buck’s hips lift off the desk in reply.
“When did you get so adventurous?” Buck asks, his voice embarrassingly shaky as Eddie’s thumb rubs his leaking slit, slowly swirling around it.
Eddie rubs the sensitive spot where Buck’s shaft meets his cockhead, smearing precum until Buck is squirming in his grasp. “It’s a recent development,” Eddie says, sending a thrill down Buck’s spine. He leans closer to press his lips against Buck’s pulse, his stubble pricking Buck’s skin.
Buck groans in reply. “Fuck.”
“If I had lube lying around and enough time, I’d finger fuck you right now because I know how sensitive you are.” Eddie nips at Buck’s skin as his hand fists him in earnest, keeping him teetering on the edge. “You’d probably cum just from that.”
He gasps at the thought of Eddie’s thick fingers inside of him again, stretching him open for his even thicker cock. Buck rocks his hips, moving with Eddie’s hand as he grabs onto the edge of the desk. The cool wood digs into his palms and does nothing to quell the growing pressure in his groin. “Probably,” he manages to say; it comes out like a whimper. He turns his head, his mouth brushing against Eddie’s and pleads, “Eddie, please.”
“Oh, now you’re being polite,” Eddie intones. His tongue flicks out, catching Buck’s bottom lip. “Will you be so polite while I’m eating you out again?”
Buck shakes his head. “Probably not,” he whispers hoarsely. His balls are tight against his shaking body, ready to be shoved over the threshold. He needs something—anything—to end this exquisite torture.
“Good. I want you screaming my name later,” Eddie tells him as his hand speeds up. “I expect you to leave more than a few scratches on my back by the time I’m done with you.” He mercilessly teases the underside of Buck’s cock with each stroke. He sounds as wrecked as Buck feels. “Do you think you can manage that?”
He presses himself against the desk, trying to find merger pressure against his balls. Buck’s coiled so tightly that it won’t take much for him to cum. “Eds,” he whines.
“I asked you a question, Evan,” Eddie reminds him.
Eddie’s tone sends shivers of anticipation up and down Buck’s spine. He nods. “Yes.”
Suddenly Eddie’s hand has been replaced with his mouth, swallowing Buck down to the root while his hands hold his thighs apart while Buck just breaks. Gasping a variation of Eddie’s name, he paints the other man’s tongue with his release. He sinks his fingers into Eddie’s shirt, twisting the fabric and spurts over and over until he’s spent and Eddie’s pulling back with a smug grin. Buck crushes their lips together before Eddie can speak, chasing the taste of himself on the other man’s lips.
He doesn’t know how long they explore each other’s mouths with their pants around their ankles, kissing until their lips are bruised and Eddie’s whispering “your place or mine” in Buck’s ear.