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The Friday night air at the local dive bar was thick with the scent of cheap beer and the boisterous laughter of the 118. It was a rare night where everyone was off shift, and every single member of the team had squeezed into the only free booth, leaving absolutely no room for anyone else.
Buck had arrived a few minutes late, his jacket in his hand and his eyes scanning the packed seating.
“Sorry, Buckaroo!” Chimney exclaimed when noticing the dilemma, “Should’ve gotten here sooner!”
Hen rolled her eyes beside her best friend. Maddie and Bobby were looking around as if to try and find a rogue seat to pull towards the table but, obviously, none were found.
"Great," he muttered but not unhappy. The beer he’d had at home before arriving was warming his chest, making the world feel a little softer, a little blurrier. "Guess I’m standing."
Eddie, squeezed against the wall at the end, looked up. He took in Buck’s slightly buzzed smile and the way he looked so cute and lost.
"Don't be ridiculous," Eddie said, his voice cutting through the noise. He patted his thigh with a grin, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his dark eyes. "Sit here."
When the words were said, Chim snorted his beer so hard it came out of his nose while Hen gawked like an astonished pufferfish. All the while Maddie looked as if she was trying not to giggle behind her cocktail.
Buck laughed, a high, startled sound that caught in his throat. He felt his cheeks heat up, a flush blooming from his neck to his hairline. "Eddie, come on. I’m - I’m a giant, man. My legs are basically boulders. I’ll crush you."
"I’m an ex soldier, Buckley. I used to carry your weight daily, I think I can handle it." Eddie countered, his tone dropping into that firm, unshakable cadence he used on scenes. He reached out, fingers hooking firmly into the belt loops of Buck’s jeans and tugging. "Sit."
The room seemed to tilt. Buck, emboldened by the alcohol and the magnetic pull of Eddie’s gaze, let out a shaky breath and leaned back, settling into the unexpected warmth.
The moment he made contact, the air left his lungs. It was solid, possessive, and incredibly grounding. Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist, stabilizing him, and the way Buck fit into the curve of Eddie’s chest felt terrifyingly right. He melted, his spine curving into Eddie’s frame, his head resting against Eddie’s broad shoulder.
"I'll get you a drink, baby brother." Maddie said, standing with a giant smile on her lips.
Maddie’s voice was the only thing that managed to cut through Buck. As she sidled away toward the bar, the rest of the 118 seemed to collectively decide that pretending nothing out of the ordinary was happening was the only way to survive the night.
Chimney, finally recovering from his coughing fit, audibly cleared his throat and made a frantic, desperate pivot to a conversation about a particularly disastrous call from earlier that week. Hen joined in just as quickly, though her eyes kept darting toward the Buckley-Diaz pair with a knowing, mischievous glint that suggested she was already mentally drafting what she was gonna gossip to Karen.
Buck, however, was blissfully insulated from the awkwardness. The warmth of Eddie’s body was a hum against his back, and the arm hooked firmly around his waist acted like an anchor in the swirling daze of the bar.
“You okay?” Eddie’s voice rumbled against his ear, deep enough that Buck felt the vibration in his own chest.
Buck tilted his head back, his shoulder blade brushing against Eddie’s jaw. He was close enough to see the faint stubble on Eddie’s chin and the way his pupils were blown wide in the dim, amber lighting of the space around them.
"I… I’m good," Buck reassured. "Honestly? This is... I think this is the most comfortable I’ve been all week."
Eddie’s grip tightened, just a fraction. He leaned in a little closer, his breath ghosting over the side of Buck’s neck. "You like my lap, Buckley?"
"What’s not to like?" Buck teased, turning his head just enough to catch Eddie’s gaze. The air between them felt charged, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid - things that felt much easier to navigate when they were both shielded by the noise of the bar and the haze of a Friday night. “It’s like my own personal throne!”
Eddie rolled his eyes as he laughed, his thumb idly tracing the line of Buck’s hip bone through the fabric of his jeans.
When Maddie returned, sliding a cold beer into Buck’s hand, she didn’t even blink. She just sat back down, squeezed Hen’s arm, and let out a contented sigh. Buck took a long pull of his drink, letting the cold liquid contrast with the heat radiating from Eddie, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel like he needed to go anywhere else. He just leaned back, let his head drop onto Eddie’s shoulder, and stayed exactly where he was.
Buck didn’t move for the rest of the night.
He stayed there, bathed in the comfort of Eddie’s presence, barely listening to Chimney’s rambling story, focused entirely on the steady thrum of Eddie’s heartbeat against his back.
That night was supposed to be a one-off. A drunken decision never to be repeated.
But when has things ever been so simple?
It started small.
Two days later, at the station, at where the beanbag chairs were in the loft. The room was full, and when Buck walked in, Eddie was already seated, a book in his hands. He didn't even look up as he tapped his lap.
Buck didn't hesitate. He sat down, burying his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck to hide his smirk.
"Your throne still up to standards, m’lord?" Eddie asked, his hand coming up to rest on Buck’s knee.
"Exceeded my standards, my dear peasant." Buck said back in a terrible British accent.
Eddie let out a sarcastic gasp of horror, “Peasant?! Is that anyway to treat the royal furniture?!”
That sent Buck into a high pitched giggle fit.
Eddie joined in the laughter as he loved the sound of Buck’s joy.
It became a quiet, beautiful ritual. At Eddie’s house, while Christopher was doing homework at the kitchen table, Eddie would claim his spot on the couch, pulling Buck down with him until he was tucked safely in his lap. They didn't always talk - sometimes they just sat there, the weight of the world lifted off their shoulders by the simple proximity.
At the station, when a call went bad, or when the weight of a hard shift threatened to break them, Buck would find his way to Eddie. One look, one silent invitation, and he was home.
He loved the way Eddie’s hands felt on his hips, the way Eddie’s chin fit perfectly against his shoulder, the way no one questioned it anymore.
It was just them.
Just Buck and Eddie being Buck and Eddie.
One evening, while watching a movie at Eddie’s, Christopher at a sleepover, Buck shifted, turning his head to look at Eddie. The light of the TV flickered across Eddie’s face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
"Still too big for me to handle?" Eddie asked, his voice a low rumble beneath Buck.
Buck leaned down, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Apparently not." He smiled. “I never want to sit on a chair again."
Eddie chuckled, the vibration traveling through Buck’s entire body. "Good. I wasn't going to let you anyway."
Their noses nuzzled, heads moving side to side slightly to allow the movement. Their eyes softened with love but pupils widened with desire.
Then Eddie leaned forward and Buck met him halfway.
Their lips touched.
They breathed each other in, deflating against each other, Eddie’s hands gliding over to Buck’s waist and giving the chubby flesh he found a firm squeeze, making Buck shudder. Eddie parted his lips to taste Buck.
Buck gasped and pressed deeper into the kiss, sliding both hands up to the sides of Eddie’s neck. Eddie’s hands tightened and pulled him closer until their chests brushed together.
They drowned into the kiss as Buck allowed his tongue to dance over the tip of Eddie’s, making the man he’s sitting on groan. Buck reacted by twisting his hands up into the base of Eddie’s hair and letting out a blissful sigh through his nose.
“Mmm, Eddie.” Buck mumbled into their kiss.
Eddie hummed a moan and moved to kiss down the hinge of Buck's jaw to his neck, the taste of the man adding to the heat inside him. Buck's fingers dug into Eddie's hair, his breath hitching as Eddie grazed his teeth against the sensitive patch of skin above Buck's pulse. Buck's hips jerked involuntarily and Eddie grabbed Buck's ass for an anchor as their dicks grinded together.
Eddie quickly tore Buck’s shirt up and off of him.
“E-Eddie. Please.”
“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor.” Eddie breathed, taking in Buck’s exposed torso, kissing at the new flesh he was gifted with. (You're so beautiful, my love)
“Eddie-”
“Te deseo tanto.” (I want you so bad)
Their hips met again in a dirty grind and Buck's eyes rolled back into his head, a moan floating out his parted lips. “Eddie… Eddie… Eddie….”
“Sí, di mi nombre, cariño.” Eddie’s voice went deep and dangerous as his teeth met Buck’s pecks and his fingers slipped into Buck’s waistband, peeling down his boxers to release Buck’s cock. (Yes, say my name, darling)
“Fuck! Eddie, p-please, please!”
“Do you have any idea, Buck,” Eddie said, in English this time, eyes black with lust, “how tortuous it was to have you in my lap all fucking month and not be able to do this? To have your perfect ass sitting on me and trying not to get hard underneath you?”
"Y-You have me now, Eddie! Hurry up!"
"I do have you." It sounded like a threat, it made Buck’s entire body rise in goosebumps. “Eres mío.” (You’re mine)
"Mmm, yes, yours. All yours, Eds." Buck purred.
Eddie grinned stupidly and kissed Buck again, groaning into his lips.
"Eddie, I want you to fuck me." Buck whispered in his ear when they pulled back for air. Eddie growled and attacked Buck's neck, sucking and biting.
Buck yelped when Eddie pinched his nipple.
"I love how sensitive you are." Eddie chuckled and licked at the nipple he had just pinched like an apology. He then put Buck onto the couch and off his lap and said, “Get naked and wait for me.”
And with that Eddie left the room.
Buck did as he was told.
And when Eddie came back into the room, he was naked and had a bottle of lube in his hand.
Eddie sat down on the cushion, pulling Buck back into his lap and gripping his ass to pull him so they were crotch to crotch. Both men groaned and rolled their bare hips together. Eddie was loving the feeling of Buck's lips and teeth on his neck, but he needed more.
Their lips reunited. Buck’s hand moved to Eddie’s cheek, thumb brushing across it as he kissed him, tongues dancing and spit sharing and moans synchronising. Buck’s body vibrated with need and suddenly Eddie’s tongue was deeper in his mouth and all Buck could do was grasp Eddie tighter as he moaned against him.
"Buck," he mumbled against Buck's lips.
"If your lap is my throne," Buck said with a smirk. "Does that make your cock my sceptre?"
Eddie paused all movement to look at Buck in bewilderment before bursting out laughing, forehead dropping on Buck’s collarbone as his shoulders shook with laughter.
Buck laughed with him and he was still laughing when Eddie lifted his head to kiss him again.
"You’re ridiculous." Eddie said and nipped at Buck's lower lip.
"I’m hilarious." Buck's smile grew brighter.
Eddie’s arm wrapped around Buck’s hips as the other combed through his curly hair to hold him tighter. They kissed again and their laughter turned into moans and groans as the heat returned to an inferno.
Eddie's hand moved from Buck's hip to the crack of his ass, his lubed up middle finger slipping into it teasingly. Buck grinded his hips into Eddie's, slipping Eddie's finger lower to where it rubbed against his hole.
“Eddie… Please.”
“Me encanta cuando súplicas, cariño.” Eddie breathed against Buck’s jaw. (I love it when you beg, darling)
Buck whimpered, “Please. Please. Please. Please.”
"So beautiful." Eddie lightly smacked Buck's ass with his free hand and massaged his hole. Buck whined and thrusted against him again. "So fucking pretty when you beg for me."
"I hate you." Buck dragged his teeth against Eddie's throat. Eddie squeezed Buck's ass and pressed into his hole with his finger.
He chuckled darkly, like he knew better. “No, you don’t.”
Buck turned his head to face him and shook his head. “No, I don’t. I love you.”
Eddie smiled widely, feeling happier than he’d ever had before.
“Cariño” Eddie whispered, voice cracking, “Oh, Buck, I love you too. I love you so much.” And then Buck launched himself at Eddie, arms wrapping around his shoulders, giggling into his ear.
Eddie pressed a kiss against Buck’s temple, then his cheek, his jaw, his nose, all over his face, whispering “I love you” with every kiss. Then when Eddie reached Buck’s lips, they moved like they were starving, devouring each other, hearts beating together like a song.
Eddie moved, slipping a finger into Buck slowly. Buck's breath hitched against Eddie’s mouth and he pressed his hips down to meet Eddie's hand. It didn't take long to add another finger, then another and Buck was leaking against his stomach.
"Eddie," Buck spoke against his ear, panting, thighs shaking, "I-I need you inside me."
Eddie looked up into Buck's bright blue eyes, taking in his desperation and smiled, “Of course, Cariño. Just tell me again. Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Buck gave him a sweet smile and kissed him tenderly and whispered, “I love you, Eddie.”
Eddie’s chest seemed to rumble in a purr, satisfied with the words and removed his fingers, lubed up his cock and lined himself up. Buck sat back, Eddie's cock sliding easily into him. “E-Eds- Fuck…” Buck groaned and used Eddie’s shoulders to raise himself up and set a slow, steady pace.
Eddie cursed under his breath and pulled him down to kiss him, thrusting his hips up to meet Buck's. Buck had become a mess of hitched words and moans, each sound sent the hunger in Eddie’s gut to grow and grow until it formed into something primal.
“Tan bueno! Te sientes tan bien. Dios mío, te sientes como el cielo, cariño!” Eddie started rambling, forgetting English as his mind started melting with pleasure. He never knew sex could feel this good, this right, this freeing. (So good! You feel so good. My God, you feel like heaven, darling!)
Buck sat back, bracing himself on Eddie's knees and picking up his pace, fucking himself down onto Eddie's cock faster and harder. His cock bobbed against his stomach, precome drippling like a fountain.
"Eddie, Fuck! Fuck!" Buck moaned and picked his pace up further, slamming down onto Eddie's lap.
Eddie reached up and pulled Buck back close to him, pressing their foreheads together as he reached between them to fist Buck's cock and pump quickly to match Buck's rough pace. Buck stammered Eddie's name and clenched around him.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck, Eds!”
“Come for me. Muéstrame cuánto me amas.” (Show me how much you love me)
With that, Buck was coming in thick ropes over Eddie's hand and stomach. Eddie gripped Buck's hips and thrusted up a few times before groaning loudly as he came hard inside the man he loved, thrusting lazily through it until it became too much. They sat there, still connected, breathless, sweaty and spent. Buck buried his face in Eddie's neck, panting.
“That was- fuck-” Was all Buck could manage, making Eddie chuckle.
“Yeah. It was.”
"I love you," Buck mumbled tiredly, nuzzling against Eddie’s neck.
Then Eddie said something Buck didn’t expect.
"Marry me."
Buck's breathing stilled. He slowly leaned away from where his head had rested to see Eddie's face. "What?"
Eddie swallowed hard, his brown eyes shimmering with nothing but adoration. "I...I said marry me."
Buck stared, stunned, his heart pounding. Eddie glanced down then back up again, a tear escaping his eye but a smile resting on his lips.
"It's just...I've never felt this way before. I thought… I just... I want you. I want you with me all the time and… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Buck. You and Chris complete me. You and Chris are my home. And now that I have you, I never want to let you go. So… will you marry me?"
Eddie was rewarded by Buck's mouth, his hands reaching up to grip Eddie's neck, fingers trembling as he gripped the back of his head. Buck broke away and pressed his forehead to Eddie's, tears streaming but lips wide in a smile.
"You two are my home too."
"Is that a yes or-"
"Yes! Yes!" Buck exclaimed between kisses.
"Good," Eddie said, chest puffed with a sense of pride.
Buck then raised a teasing eyebrow, “Does this mean I get to sit on my throne whenever I want?”
“I thought we already established that this throne is all yours, cariño.”
“And the sceptre?”
Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, "Ridiculous. Why did I ask you to marry me again?”
Buck beamed and wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck, hugging him tightly. "Because you love me."
"Fuck, I do.” Eddie said, kissing Buck’s lips in a tender kiss, “I really do.”
“Hey! That’s my line!”