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The first time it happens, it scares the shit out of Eddie.
It’s all new— new to them, new to him, new and shiny and maybe a little fragile.
It’s not the first time they’ve been intimate, maybe the second or third. But they’ve only been together, like this, for a little over a week. They’re in the kitchen (aren’t they always in the kitchen?), lazily making out. Buck is doing the dishes after dinner, strong forearms soapy, still in an apron, and Eddie just— he can’t resist it. He walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot behind his ear.
“Eddie,” Buck says brightly, leaning back into him.
He loves the way Buck says his name. A million different ways, a million different tones and volumes, and he eats it up every time. Gently, he kisses at his neck, working his hands under the apron and Buck’s t-shirt to find warm, bare skin. When he finds it, he smooths his hands over Buck’s tummy, pinky just dipping under the waistband of his sweats. He feels Buck shiver in his arms, and it has him smiling into his neck.
“Hey,” he says back.
Gently, slowly, he sinks his hand lower, into the coarse, well-trimmed hair at Buck’s groin. Buck drops the tongs and sponge into the soapy water, gripping at the counter with wet hands. Eddie nips at his neck with his teeth, one hand curling around his hip and the other wrapping around his cock, already half-hard and filling in his hand. It’s a dry grip, probably a little rough with his calloused hand, but he’s finding that Buck likes it that way sometimes, likes it when Eddie makes him squirm.
Buck’s big, but Eddie’s hands are pretty big, too. He strokes him gently, coaxing him to full hardness, rubbing his thumb over the head until he feels Buck start weeping precome. Buck ducks his head down and Eddie keeps mouthing at his neck, licking and sucking a mark that he knows he’s going to get shit for later.
He doesn’t care.
“Eddie,” Buck chokes out. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” Eddie murmurs. “C’mere, turn around for me.”
He pulls his hands from Buck’s pants, reaching around to undo the knot holding him in the apron. Then he turns Buck around with two hands on his hips and pulls the apron over his head. It leaves Buck in his tee and sweats, looking at Eddie with those gorgeous blue eyes, cheeks and birthmark flushed. Buck reaches for him right away, pulling him in by the back of his neck, yanking him in for a kiss that turns dirty almost immediately.
It’s all tongue and teeth right away, Buck licking into Eddie’s mouth, a sloppy swap of spit that has Eddie’s cock twitching in his pants. He rucks his hands up Buck’s shirt again, one hand going up to paw at Buck’s chest, the other heading southward to jerk him off once more. When he gets his hand on his dick, Buck moans into his mouth, teeth closing around Eddie’s bottom lip.
Eddie jerks him off quickly, a little roughly.
This last week has allowed Eddie to learn a lot of things about Buck.
Number 1: Buck is an excellent kisser. This does not surprise him.
Number 2: Buck makes the sweetest, most gorgeous sounds when Eddie gets his hands on him.
Number 3: Buck leaks like a fucking faucet. Someday, Eddie’s going to work him up to the edge over and over again, just to see how wet he can get with precome.
And now, Number 4: Buck is… crying?
What?
Definitely crying.
His eyes are big and blue and wet, blinking furiously as tears fall from the corners and trace down his cheeks. He’s bright red. There is salt in Eddie’s mouth from the tears leaking into their kiss. Eddie pulls back immediately, releasing his grip on Buck’s dick, putting his other hand on Buck’s shoulder.
“Buck, hey, what’s goin’ on? I— Did I hurt you?” he asks, trying to stay quiet.
He’s fighting the urge to go into full medic mode and do a checkup. But… crying over a handjob? Buck is sniffling, cheeks flaming red. He wipes at his eyes with one hand, then leans forward to hide his face in Eddie’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. Eddie smooths his hand over Buck’s back, waiting him out. It could be a few minutes, it could be an hour. Buck’s breathing is shaky in his ear.
“Talk to me bud, I’m worried,” Eddie says softly.
“Sorry,” comes Buck’s voice, a little wobbly still. His arms tighten around Eddie’s middle, and Eddie holds him close.
“What happened? I didn’t— Buck, you gotta tell me if I hurt you or somethin’,” Eddie pleads.
He feels Buck shaking his head. “No, you didn’t—” he stops, lets out a big sigh, breath warm on Eddie’s neck, and then stands up straight. Eddie keeps his hands on his waist, watching his bloodshot eyes look anywhere but at him. “I just… It’s a lot, y’know? I-I got a little… overwhelmed.”
“It… as in us?” Eddie asks, eyebrows going up.
Buck nods, reaching up to rub at his eyes again. But he’s not gentle with it, and Eddie finds himself batting away Buck’s hands to replace them with his own. Buck deserves gentleness, and rarely gives it to himself. Eddie cups Buck’s face, thumbing away the dampness under his eyes. They’re still a little watery, and Buck’s still sniffling a bit, but he seems to have calmed down. His breaths seem even, and he’s no longer avoiding Eddie’s gaze. But he’s chewing on his lip, clearly thinking hard about whatever he wants to say.
“Like it… you, Eddie, you’re so-so… mmph.”
Eddie doesn’t have a chance to ask what that means, because Buck is kissing him again, hard. So he leans into it, lets Buck kiss him almost desperately, slides his hands down his arms and shoulders so he can grab for his waist, where he can squeeze at the sweet, soft parts of him. Buck is so— he’s so large, and Eddie loves how much of him there is for him to grab. Skin and muscle and fat, all places for him to kiss and lick and sink his teeth into.
“You’re so fucking hot, and you’re so— Eddie, you’re so you, and it’s so much, I—”
“Hey, hey,” Eddie says softly, shushing Buck before he can get himself worked up again. “Take it easy. We don’t gotta do anything tonight, okay? Just— let’s finish the dishes and go to bed, okay?”
But Buck is shaking his head, looking at him with those big, imploring eyes. “No, no, I wanna— I—I want you, Eddie. Want this.”
“Buck,” Eddie starts, cocking his head.
Then Buck is grabbing Eddie’s hand, pressing his palm to his crotch. Eddie’s palm meets Buck’s cock, unmistakably still hard.
“You’re still…?”
Buck is still hard, that’s for sure. He nods. His eyes are huge and his cheeks are flushed. He’s nodding. “It’s not… I’m not, like… not into this, Eds. I-I just. It’s a lot. I get…”
“Overwhelmed?” Eddie fills in, using Buck’s word from a moment ago.
“Mhm.” Buck nods again. “But I… I-if you’re still—”
“Buck.” Eddie’s voice is firm. “D’you want me to touch you? Or d’you want to go find something to watch and lemme finish the dishes?”
Buck’s pretty pink mouth drops open, and Eddie feels his warm breath on his face. Between his legs, Buck’s hand tightens around Eddie’s, pushing his palm into his dick. “Touch me, please.”
So Eddie does.
He makes Buck come all over his hand and his own sweats, and he licks the spend from his fingers. Then he watches with bated breath as Buck drops to his knees and sucks his cock until he’s about to collapse.
The next time they have sex, Eddie’s watching for it. He’s got Buck on his back, legs pressed almost to his chest, and he’s giving it to him hard . It’s not the first time he’s fucked him, since he did that the night they got together, but it’s the first night he’s fucking him rushed and rough and dirty, sending him a few inches up the mattress every time he fucks into him. It’s teeth and tongues and skin damp with sweat.
Buck is so, so incredible around him, underneath him, everywhere. And he’s so responsive, moaning every time he breathes out, hands scrabbling at Eddie’s back, blunt nails digging crescent moons into Eddie’s back. The sounds he’s making are so, so lovely, high-pitched and reedy, nothing like his normal voice.
It’s a gift, seeing him like this. Eddie’s seen Buck a million and one ways— hurt, sleepy, happy, upset— and this, aroused and moaning and full of Eddie’s dick? It’s a fucking gift.
But this time, he’s watching Buck closely. Yeah, Eddie wants to catalogue every minute of Buck’s pleasure, take photos like a stop-motion film. But he’s watching Buck’s eyes, waiting to see if they water and he shakes apart under him one more. He’s not not into it, it’s just— seeing Buck cry ignites him like a livewire, makes him worry and turn into the medic, not the boyfriend.
So when Buck lets out a moan like he’s been punched in the gut and tosses his arm over his eyes, Eddie knows he’s found what he’s looking for. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead fucking him harder, skin slapping against Buck’s ass, balls hitting his taint with a loud smack every time. His own breaths are loud and labored, voice coming through each time he fucks into Buck’s tight heat, low and breathy.
“You hidin’ from me, Buck?” he asks, reaching for Buck’s arm.
Buck shakes his head, free hand grabbing at Eddie’s bicep. “Not hiding, just— Eddie, fuck.”
There’s something in his tone, in the way his cheeks are flaming and he won’t meet Eddie’s eye. Eddie squints, slows the movement of his hips to a glacial pace, so he’s barely moving inside of Buck. Immediately Buck whines, arm coming down to settle on Eddie’s hip and encourage him to go quicker.
Then Eddie’s able to catch a glimpse of Buck’s eyes, big and blue and watery. He’s a few blinks from letting the tears fall.
“You okay, Buck?” he asks softly. He reaches up to cup his face. “Cryin’ again, baby.”
Buck gasps in a few breaths, and a tear drips down his cheek. “Eddie, Eddie, please—”
“Not until you tell me you’re alright, Buck. This is the second time,” he says.
Buck nods. “I know, I know,” he chokes out. He reaches for his face to wipe away the tears. His birthmark is flushed the same dark pink as his mouth. “I’m okay, it’s just— ‘S the same thing.”
“What, just me?” Eddie asks, a small smile spreading over his face.
He shifts so he can thumb at Buck’s tears himself, so he can kiss them away. Salt on his lips, spreading over his tongue. And yeah, this time, maybe he can acknowledge that he likes it, a little. Maybe more than a little. Something about Buck being so overwhelmed, so full of love and arousal that his feelings have nowhere to go but right out of his eyes. Something else about Buck being so, so into this, into Eddie, that all he can do is burst into tears.
Buck tightens his legs around Eddie’s waist, pulling him as close as he can. His gasping moans are starting to err on the side of sobs. Interesting. “Eddie…” he chokes.
“You okay, baby?”
Buck’s nodding, eyes closed again. “‘M fine, ‘m fine, please don’t stop—”
“You sure?” Eddie asks, pitching his voice low. He knows the answer. He kind of wants to coax it out of Buck anyway. “We can stop—”
Buck’s eyes fly open, tears streaming from the corners. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
“Okay, okay,” Eddie says softly. “Easy, Buck. This what you want?”
And he fucks into Buck hard as he says it, punctuating his sentence. He nips at Buck’s lower lip, kisses at his cheeks, tastes the salt on his skin. Buck lets out a harsh, loud moan as Eddie thrusts harder, breathing over his face. His dick is trapped between them, leaking precome all over Buck’s stomach. Eddie swipes two fingers through it and brings them up to his mouth, tastes more salt. Buck’s mouth drops open.
“Yes, yes, please Eddie, please—”
“That’s it, just relax,” he coos.
Buck lets out a gasp, more tears falling from his eyes as he blinks. Eddie fucks him through it. He sits up and hauls Buck’s ankles over his shoulders and really starts to give it to him, skin coming together loudly in the quiet room. Now that he knows Buck is alright, he wants to make him sob. Wants to bring out the tears, wants to keep bringing Buck so much pleasure that he fucking drowns in it.
So he does.
He fucks him into the mattress, reaching down to jerk Buck off in time with his thrusts. Buck keens and arches up into his touch, clenching his eyes shut, fresh tears spilling down his face. Something about him tearing up makes his eyes look so, so blue and so, so pretty.
What does it say about them both that Eddie thinks Buck is gorgeous like this? Red and flushed and fucked out, crying on his cock. He’s chewing on his bottom lip, making it even more swollen. The more worked up he gets, the darker his birthmark gets too, flushing deep. His cockhead is the same dark pink color, weeping precome all over Eddie’s hand.
“Gonna come for me, baby? Cry it out?” he purrs.
And that’s what sends Buck over the edge. He comes all over his stomach, his chest, all the way up to his fucking chin. Eddie follows shortly after, coming deep inside of Buck, brain bluescreening from the onslaught of pleasure.
When it’s over, and they’ve cleaned up, Eddie faces Buck from his spot on the mattress. Buck’s reading a book, a nonfiction one about a shipwreck, and Eddie knows he can expect to hear all about it one Buck’s finished. As usual, he’s overdressed for bed, in sweats, a long sleeved shirt, and socks, but Eddie’s used to it. Buck’s always run a little cold.
“So,” Eddie says, settling a hand on Buck’s stomach.
Bookmarking his page, Buck turns to him. “Hm?”
“Wanna tell me why you keep cryin’ in the middle of sex, bud?”
Immediately, Buck’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I… I did tell you. I just get… I’m really, like, happy, to be doing that with you. And-and you always make it so good, and I just get so blown away and like, overcome that it just… comes out of my eyes, I guess.”
“So I don’t have to worry when you burst into tears?” Eddie asks, rubbing his hand up and down Buck’s torso.
A small smile spreads over Buck’s face, and he laughs. “No, ‘s fine. It’s… it feels kinda good. To-to let go like that, y’know? To just… sink into how good you make me feel.”
“Like what, it’s relieving?”
Buck nods. “Mhm. Feels good to know you’ll take care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you, bud.”
Eventually, Eddie seeks it out.
Pushes Buck the way he knows he can, holds his gaze until Buck’s pretty blue eyes grow watery, until he clenches them shut and the tears fall in wet tracks down his face.
This time, Buck’s on top of him, sitting on his cock. Not for the first time, Eddie thinks the view of Buck riding him might be the best thing he’s ever seen.
Beautiful and big, Buck’s flushed from his cheeks down to his chest with exertion. Eddie has a grip on Buck’s powerful thighs, guiding him up and down on his dick. Buck’s chest fucking bounces every time he moves, and Eddie can’t resist reaching up to tweak a nipple, to fit his hand over warm skin and squeeze. Buck is sensitive all over, bless him, but his nipples especially so. Eddie’s touch has his rhythm faltering; he falls forward, planting a hand on Eddie’s chest, breathing hard.
“Oh, oh, Eddie—”
“That good, baby?” Eddie murmurs, pulling Buck close so he can kiss him.
Buck nods, whimpering in his mouth. Eddie skates his other hand up and down Buck’s back, smoothing over warm skin. The other one continues rolling the flesh of Buck’s pec in his hand, pausing every now and then to pinch at his nipple. It makes Buck keen into him, grinding down so he can take Eddie’s cock deeper, pushing his dripping cockhead into Eddie’s stomach. Buck always gets wet, but especially when he’s riding Eddie.
Eddie knows what signs to watch for, now. This, Buck hiding his face in his neck, is one. It embarrasses him a little, and usually he’ll try to hide it at first. His breathing will change, the way it is now, to little huffs and hitching inhales. Then the tears will come.
So Eddie plants his feet and thrusts up, hard, into Buck. Buck lets out a loud, high-pitched moan into Eddie’s neck, hands tangling in his sweaty hair. He grabs two handfuls of Buck’s waist and keeps going, not letting up, breathing in Buck’s whimpers and moans like he can survive on his gorgeous sounds instead of oxygen.
“Sit up for me,” he grunts, nudging at Buck to guide him up.
Buck listens, pushing himself up on shaky arms to sit up on Eddie’s cock. This way, Eddie can keep his eyes on Buck’s blue ones, can wait for the tears he knows are coming. Buck plants his hands on Eddie’s chest and holds on for the ride, bouncing on his cock with every thrust. Eddie can feel sweat on his own forehead, dampening his hair. It’s warm in their room, the air almost steamy with sex.
Buck is beautiful on top of him and Eddie wants to see him fall apart.
When it happens, when Buck gasps out Eddie’s name and shuts his eyes against the falling tears, Eddie really has to hold back from coming prematurely. He fucks into him harder, watching the tears drip down his face.
“Oh, there it is,” Eddie says, voice low.
He reaches up and thumbs at Buck’s wet cheeks, thrusting up into slowly, changing the angle so his cockhead brushes over Buck’s sweet spot. Buck sobs, more tears falling, eyes squeezed closed. When he opens them, still big and wet, they look so fucking blue. It has his long lashes clumped together. His birthmark is flushed dark. He’s so gorgeous, and Eddie is so, so in love with him.
“Let it out, baby, c’mon,” Eddie tells him, rubbing his thumb over Buck’s cheekbone.
“Ed-Eddie,” Buck moans. “I’m—”
Eddie hums. “Getting close?” Buck nods, fresh tears tracing down his cheeks. He’s chewing on his plush bottom lip. “Let’s get you there then, crybaby.”
The little name has Buck’s eyes widening, mouth dropping open on a gasped out moan. Eddie smirks, pushing his thumb into Buck’s open mouth. Immediately, Buck closes his lips around it, sucking hard on the digit. He’s crying and sucking on Eddie’s thumb while riding Eddie’s cock, and isn’t that a sight?
But he wants Buck to come all over them both, wants to make a mess of him. So he slides his thumb from Buck’s mouth a moment later, watching Buck’s mouth fall open again, lax with pleasure. Eddie thrusts up particularly hard and relishes Buck’s moan. The sound he makes when Eddie wraps his hand around his cock is even better, reedy and out of breath.
With the way Buck’s cock is kicking out precome, Eddie doesn’t even need to spit in his palm to ease the glide; Buck’s wet enough already. He jerks him in time with each thrust, eyes never leaving Buck’s. Buck holds his gaze too, keeps on crying through it, arms shaky where they’re barely holding him up on Eddie’s chest. Eddie can feel his thighs trembling around him, can feel him starting to tense up as his orgasm approaches.
For Eddie’s part, he can feel himself getting there too; the sight of Buck sobbing while sitting on his dick is really doing a lot for him. His balls are tightening up more each time he fucks up into Buck’s tight heat, and he knows they’re both going to go over the edge soon. He wants to see Buck get there first, though, so he starts running his mouth even more, circling the pad of his thumb over Buck’s cockhead, dipping it into the slit to hear Buck cry out.
“That’s it, let it out,” he says lowly.
A flood of fresh tears and a sob are his answers, and Buck shakes all over. Tears splash onto Eddie’s chest as Buck leans over him, curling in on himself. Eddie keeps fucking him, feeling Buck’s cock jerk in his hand, watching more precome well out at the head. Buck is nearly there, climbing, soaring to his orgasm.
“Come for me Buck, c’mon, want you to come for me,” Eddie goads. “Cryin’ on my cock, c’mon baby.”
Unsurprisingly, Buck does, always such a good listener. He cries out loudly, cock spurting come all over Eddie’s chest and stomach. Buck slumps forward, collapsing into Eddie, twitching with aftershocks. The orgasm has him clenching round Eddie’s dick, and that, combined with the tears and the moans and the weight of him on top of him sends Eddie over the cliff, headlong into blinding pleasure.
He feels his cock jerk inside of Buck as he comes deep in him, and he bites down on the juncture of Buck’s neck and shoulder as he does it, marking him inside and out. He fucks him through it, until they’re both panting and spent.
Buck is a pile of limbs on top of him, still catching his breath. Eddie pets over his back, reaches down to pat his ass cheek softly. They’re both sticky and sweaty, and Buck’s nose is a little runny from all the tears. He can hear him sniffling.
“Y’okay, bud?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the mark he left on Buck’s neck.
Buck nods, heaving a sigh. “Mhm.” He sits up a bit, moving so he can look at Eddie, giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry I cried all over you.”
“Buck,” Eddie says, cupping Buck’s cheek. “I like it when you cry for me. It’s hot.”
Buck’s real smile, uninhibited, is bright and beautiful. But then he shifts a bit, and they both groan at the movement. “Shower?”
“Mhm. What are you thinking for dinner?”
“I’m thinking I don’t wanna make it.”
“We’ll order something, then. C’mon,” Eddie pats Buck’s ass again, “let’s get cleaned up, crybaby.”