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Three days ago, Sunshine Valley Preschool was a chaos of flashing lights and frightened children.
The 118 had rolled up to the cheerful yellow building with its hand-painted sunflowers on the exterior walls, responding to reports of a potential gas leak. Chimney had immediately ordered a full evacuation while Ravi and Hen worked with the utility company to assess the situation. Eddie and a few of the teachers had done their best to usher the children outside in orderly lines, but several of the younger kids had dissolved into tears from the moment they'd seen the fire trucks, thinking the whole school was burning down.
Buck had spotted a little girl with pigtails sobbing into her hands, her whole body shaking with the force of her cries. Without hesitation, he'd dropped to one knee beside her.
"Hey there, what's your name?" he'd asked, his voice gentle and warm.
"M-Mia," she'd hiccupped. “Is my –hic– school on fire?
"Well, Mia, I don’t think your school is on fire. And even if it was, me and everyone from these big red trucks are here to help!” He flashes a signature Buck-wide smile, and it stalls her tears for a moment. “Want me to show you something cool?"
Within minutes, Buck had gathered a crowd. He'd shown them the equipment on the engine, let them try on his helmet (far too big, swallowing their small heads entirely), and demonstrated how the horn worked– much to the team's exasperation, though they simply nodded and returned to coordinating with the utility workers. No one on the 118 questioned Buck taking points with the kids. They'd all seen his gift for it, the way children gravitated toward him like he was some kind of pied piper in turnout gear.
"Can you do a backflip?" a gap-toothed boy named Marcus had demanded.
"You know, it’s funny you ask… But not in my turnout gear, buddy. But I can do this–" Buck had proceeded to do one-armed push-ups while the children counted, their earlier fear forgotten. They'd climbed on his back, shrieking with laughter as he'd pretended to struggle under their combined weight.
Eddie had watched from a distance, tasked with coordinating with the principal but mostly just observing. That was Buck– incapable of walking past someone who needed help, especially kids. He threw himself into everything with his whole heart, consequences be damned.
But it was more than just enthusiasm. Eddie had witnessed this particular magic firsthand, and had seen Buck work the same spell on Chris from the very beginning. The way Buck never talked down to kids, never dismissed their questions or fears. He met them exactly where they were, made them feel seen and important. Buck had won Chris over in about fifteen minutes with terrible jokes and a genuine interest in everything and anything Chris said.
Watching Buck now– crouched low to make eye contact with a shy boy, high-fiving a girl who'd been crying two minutes ago, sticking his tongue out to make a silly face – Eddie felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest. This wasn't a performance from Buck's end; this was just who he was, as natural as breathing.
The team knew it. Eddie knew it better than anyone.
“I ended up talking to the principal,” Ravi had wandered over, following Eddie's gaze. "You think we should tell him about the snot situation?" he asked, nodding toward the cluster of visibly congested children now using Buck as a jungle gym.
"Thanks Ravi," Eddie had replied, unable to suppress a smile. “Do you really think it would matter?
"Fair point." Ravi had clapped him on the shoulder. "Your boyfriend's a walking germ magnet, man. Good luck with that."
Eddie had just shaken his head, already resigned to the inevitable. He got the OK from Chimney to sneak off to the side to send Chris and his tía Pepa a quick text.
As the all-clear had finally been given and parents began arriving for pickup, one of the teachers– a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and a cardigan covered in alphabet blocks– had approached Buck with an apologetic smile.
"Thank you so much for keeping them so calm," she said, then hesitated. "Though I should probably warn you... we've had quite a few kids out sick this week. A pretty nasty flu going around. Half the class has been coughing and sniffling." She'd gestured to the group still clustered around Buck, several of whom were indeed sporting runny noses and the telltale flush of low-grade fevers. "You might want to wash your hands really well."
Buck had waved her off with his trademark grin, that cocky confidence that Eddie both loved and worried about. "Don't worry about me. I've got an immune system like a tank, nothing gets through." He'd flexed his arm playfully. "All those vitamins and protein shakes? I'm basically invincible."
The teacher had looked skeptical, her colleague rolling her eyes in the distance, but nodded anyway. "Well, if you say so."
"Trust me," Buck had insisted, already turning back to the kids. "I never get sick. The last time I had the flu was, like, five years ago.."
He'd spent another ten minutes saying goodbye to each child individually, accepting sticky hugs and high-fives, letting them trace the 118 patch on his uniform with curious fingers. Marcus had coughed directly into Buck's face while asking if he could visit the firehouse, and Buck had just laughed it off, ruffling the kid's hair.
Eddie pulled him aside afterward, shoving hand-sanitizer into his hands. "You know you're definitely getting sick, right?"
"Nah," Buck had said, still riding the high of making those kids smile. "I'm fine. It takes more than a few snotty kids to take me down."
Famous last words.
–
That evening, sprawled on their couch with takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, Buck cleared his throat for what had to be the fifteenth time in an hour.
Eddie glanced up from his phone, one eyebrow raised. "You good?"
"Yeah, fine." Buck cleared his throat again, reaching for his beer. "Just– my throat's a little scratchy. Probably from all the talking I did today. Those kids had a million questions."
"Uh-huh." Eddie's lips twitched with barely suppressed amusement. "Nothing to do with that one kid using your face as a tissue?"
"That was one cough," Buck protested, though his voice carried a faint rasp that hadn't been there this morning. "And I washed my hands like, ten times after."
"Your hands aren't what I'm worried about, babe."
Buck waved him off, settling deeper into the cushions. But Eddie noticed the way he pulled the throw blanket higher despite the apartment being perfectly warm. There was a slight flush creeping up Buck's neck, and Eddie suspected it had nothing to do with the spicy Thai food they'd ordered. When Buck reached up to rub at his nose, Eddie had to bite back a knowing smile.
"You feeling okay?" Eddie asked, all innocence. He wasn't mean enough to straight-up say I told you so to Buck's face, but he was gonna enjoy this with a little teasing.
"I'm great." Buck's response came too quickly, too defensive. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"No reason." Eddie returned his attention to his phone, already mentally cataloging what they had in the medicine cabinet. Tylenol, check. Thermometer, check. He'd need to pick up more tissues tomorrow. And soup ingredients– his abuela's recipe always worked wonders.
Buck made it another twenty minutes before the first real sniffle escaped, quickly disguised as another throat clear. Eddie said nothing, just watched his boyfriend's stubborn denial play out in real time. By the time they headed to bed, Buck's movements had taken on that heavy quality that preceded illness, his usual boundless energy dimmed to a flicker.
"You sure you're feeling alright?" Eddie tried one more time as Buck face-planted into his pillow.
"'M’ fine just tired super long day goodnight love you." came the muffled response. Call him Eminem the way he spit out those words. Eddie chuckled before pressing a kiss to Buck's temple, feeling the first hint of warmth that shouldn't be there.
"Whatever you say, Buck. I love you too."
–
By mid-morning the next day, Buck's denial had become almost impressive in its stubbornness.
"It's just allergies," he insisted, voice thick with congestion as he trudged toward the engine for the third time that shift. His nose had gone red and raw from constant wiping, and he'd burned through half a box of tissues before ten a.m.
Hen had exchanged a look with Eddie when Buck nearly stumbled on the apparatus floor, his usual grace replaced by sluggish, heavy movements. He'd been moping around the station all morning, lacking the energetic bounce that typically characterized his every step.
"Buck, you want to sit this one out?" Chimney had offered during their last call– a minor fender bender that required more paperwork than actual rescue work.
"No, Cap, I'm good. Really." But Buck's protest lacked conviction, and he'd spent most of the call leaning against the engine, sniffling miserably.
Now, back at the station, Chimney had finally cornered him by the lockers.
"Alright, that's enough, Buck. You're going home."
"I'm fine–”
"You're a walking biohazard, man. You've sneezed on three different surfaces in the last hour. Go home. Rest." Chimney's tone was firm but not unkind. Seeing Buck’s reluctance, Chim decided to pull out his trump card: "Do I need to call Maddie and tell her what’s going on?"
Buck opened his mouth to argue, but another wet sniffle undermined whatever protest he'd been forming. His shoulders sagged in defeat. He did not need Maddie in full big-sister mode on his case as well.
Eddie appeared at his elbow as if summoned, already holding both their jackets. "Come on. I'll drive you."
"You don't have to–"
"I've already cleared it." Eddie's hand found the small of Buck's back, steadying him. "And before you ask, Chris’ staying with tía Pepa tonight. I got them up to speed last night."
Buck blinked at him, confusion cutting through the fog of illness. "Wait, last night?! But I wasn't even–"
"Yeah, you were." Eddie's smile was gentle, affectionate. "I know you, Buck. The second Marcus coughed in your face, I started making plans."
Chimney snorted from behind them. "He texted the group chat yesterday asking who had the best soup recipes. We all knew you were going down."
"Traitors," Buck muttered, but there was no malice in it. He let Eddie guide him toward the exit, too exhausted and miserable to keep up the charade. "I really thought I'd be fine."
"I know you did, baby." Eddie pressed a kiss to his temple, ignoring how warm Buck was. "That's what makes you you. Now let's get you home before you actually collapse."
Buck leaned into him, finally surrendering to the inevitable. "Your immune system better be as good as you think it is."
Eddie just laughed, already knowing that particular battle was probably lost too. But that was a problem for future Eddie. Right now, his only concern was getting his stubborn, sick boyfriend home and into bed where he belonged.
-
The afternoon sun filtered through half-drawn blinds, casting amber stripes across rumpled bedsheets. Eddie moved through their bedroom with practiced efficiency, a glass of water in one hand and two white pills nestled in his palm. Buck's flushed face turned toward him, eyes glassy with fever, and Eddie's chest tightened at the sight.
"C’mon, Buck. Time for some more." Eddie slipped his arm beneath Buck's shoulders, helping him sit up enough to swallow the medication. The heat radiating from his boyfriend– soon-to-be fiance’s skin felt blisteringly hot even through the thin cotton of his t-shirt.
Throughout the afternoon, Eddie had fallen into a rhythm of care. He checked Buck's temperature every few hours and kept a constant rotation of cool washcloths for his forehead. The kitchen was filled with the savory aroma of chicken noodle soup, the kind Eddie's abuela made, simmering low and slow. He'd brought it to Buck's bedside in their favorite ceramic bowl, coaxing spoonfuls past chapped lips while murmuring encouragement.
Now, as evening shadows lengthened across the floor, Eddie stripped down to his boxer briefs and climbed into bed beside his partner. Buck's body radiated heat like a furnace, but Eddie pulled him close anyway, pressing a kiss to his sweat-dampened temple.
"How're you feeling?" Eddie asked, though he could see the answer written in the tension bracketing Buck's mouth and the restless shifting of his limbs.
"Like shit." Buck's voice came out rough, scraped raw from coughing. He shifted against the sheets, trying to find a position that didn't make his body burn in protest. "Everything aches. My head won't stop pounding, and I'm so fucking tired, but I can't–"
He broke off with a frustrated sound, fingers clutching at the fabric beneath him. "Can't relax at all."
Eddie's hand found the nape of Buck's neck, massaging gently. The muscles there felt like steel cables beneath fevered skin. "What do you need? More meds? I can bring another cool cloth?"
"No, I just..." Buck trailed off, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. His gaze slid away from Eddie's, focusing somewhere over his shoulder. The silence stretched between them, broken only by Buck's labored breathing.
"Buck?"
"I don't know." Buck's voice dropped lower, uncertain. "I just need... something."
His fingers found Eddie's wrist, holding on like an anchor. Eddie stroked his thumb along Buck's pulse point, feeling the rapid flutter beneath skin that burned too hot. "Tell me what you're thinking."
Buck was quiet for another long moment, and Eddie could practically see him gathering courage. When Buck finally turned to look at him, his blue eyes were desperate, pupils blown wide. "This is gonna sound crazy."
"Try me."
Buck took a shaky breath. "I need... I think I need you to touch me. Not just– not like this." His hand tightened on Eddie's wrist. "I need a bit more."
"If you wanted a massage, you could've just asked, baby. I can work out some of those knots for you." Eddie's brow furrowed slightly.
"No, I–" Buck's cheeks flushed deeper, though whether from fever or embarrassment was unclear. "Not that kind of massage."
Understanding dawned slowly, and Eddie felt his own breath catch. "Buck, you're sick. You need–"
"I know, I need rest,." Buck shifted closer, his fevered body pressing against Eddie's cooler skin. "I know I'm a mess right now. But Eddie, I'm so tense I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin, and I just–" He paused, swallowing hard, gathering the courage to say it outright. "I need you to help me relax."
The words hung in the air between them, raw and honest. Eddie's cock stirred with interest despite his concern, because Buck was looking at him with such vulnerability, such naked need.
"Baby, you can barely keep your eyes open," Eddie said, even as his hand slid down to Buck's hip, fingers splaying possessively.
"Exactly." Buck's voice took on a different quality now– lower, more persuasive. His hand moved from Eddie's wrist to his chest, fingers tracing idle patterns across his skin. "I don't have to do anything. You could just... take care of me. Do all the work." He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Eddie's ear. "And it would feel so good for you."
Eddie's breath hitched. "Buck…"
"I'm serious." Buck's hand drifted lower, ghosting over Eddie's abdomen. "You know how hot I am right now? How the fever's making me sweat out of my mind?" His fingers traced the waistband of Eddie's boxer briefs, teasing. "Imagine how that would feel wrapped around your cock."
"Jesus Christ, Buck." Eddie's voice came out strained.
"I saw a TikTok about it once," Buck continued, his tone taking on an edge of seduction that cut through the exhaustion. "Fever hole. How the heat makes everything more intense– not just for the person who's sick, but for their partner too." His lips found Eddie's jaw, pressing fevered kisses along the line of it. "How tight it gets. Apparently it's like nothing you've ever felt before."
Eddie's resistance was crumbling, his body responding to Buck's words even as his mind tried to hold onto concern. "Are you trying to seduce me while you're running a crazy-high fever."
"Well… uh, is it working?" It was definitely working.
Buck's hand finally slipped beneath the waistband, fingers wrapping around Eddie's half-hard cock. Eddie groaned at the contact, at the heat of Buck's palm. "Come on, Eddie. Feel how hot my hand is, and I bet you my ass is at least twice as hot," His voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't you want to know what it feels like?"
"Fuck." Eddie's hips jerked involuntarily into Buck's grip. “You can’t be serious, Buck.”
Buck's movements were sluggish, his hand stroking Eddie with deliberate slowness– not for effect, but because lifting his arm took genuine effort. He leaned heavily against Eddie's chest, his weight a dead thing. He was relying almost entirely on Eddie to keep him upright.
"I need this," he murmured between shallow breaths, the words coming in short bursts. "Need you to... to make me feel good. Make me forget how shitty I feel."
He pulled back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes, the motion clearly taxing. His expression was open and wanting, but there was an exhaustion there too– a bone-deep tiredness that made every gesture feel monumental. "You're going to feel... incredible. I promise." His voice wavered slightly, breathless.
Eddie cupped Buck's feverish cheek, thumb stroking across the sharp angle of his cheekbone. His cock was fully hard now, Buck's persuasive words and heated touch clearly having done their work.
"You really want this?"
"So badly." Buck's eyes were pleading, glassy with fatigue and need mixed together. His hand tightened around Eddie's length, but the motion was slow, with each stroke requiring concentration.
"Please, Eddie." His breathing hitched. "Let me give this to you. Let me make you feel..." He trailed off, gathering strength. "...something you've never felt before. And it'll... it'll help me finally relax enough to sleep."
The plea in Buck's voice, combined with the promise of that extraordinary heat, dissolved the last little bit of Eddie's resistance. He captured shoulder in a kiss, tasting sweat. When he pulled back, Buck was breathing hard, eyes gazing at him expectantly.
"Okay, baby," Eddie murmured against his lips. "I've got you, jus’ lemme take care of you."
Relief flooded Buck's expression as Eddie reached for the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving the bottle of lube they kept hidden there. He helped Buck roll onto his stomach, arranging pillows beneath his hips to ease the strain on his aching body. Buck's breathing already sounded labored, but he spread his thighs in invitation.
Eddie took his time, warming the lube between his palms before trailing his fingers down the curve of Buck's spine. Buck shivered despite the fever burning through him, a full-body tremor that made Eddie's heart clench with affection. When his slick fingers finally traced the cleft of Buck's ass, Buck let out a broken sound of anticipation.
"Easy," Eddie murmured, circling Buck's entrance with gentle pressure. "G’nna go slowly."
The first press of his finger against Buck's rim stole Eddie's breath. Buck's body felt impossibly hot, the fever transforming his inner walls into something molten and searing. It was unlike anything Eddie had experienced before– not just warm, but a radiating smoldering heat that pulsed against his fingertips in time with Buck’s heartbeat. His cock thickened up almost instantly, his imagination running wild with how that extraordinary warmth would feel wrapped around his cock.
Buck whimpered into the pillow, hips making small, abortive movements against the sheets. He lacked the energy for anything more coordinated, but his body responded instinctively, muscles quivering around Eddie's careful probing.
"Jesus, Buck. You are so hot inside." Eddie inched his finger deeper, marveling at the slick heat enveloping him. "Can feel your fever everywhere."
"More," Buck managed, the word muffled and desperate. "Need more."
Eddie obliged, adding a second finger and feeling Buck's hole stretch to accommodate him. The resistance was different tonight– tighter somehow, as if the illness had made Buck's body more sensitive. Eddie crooked his fingers, searching for that spot that would make Buck see stars, and when he found it, Buck's entire body went rigid before melting back into the mattress.
"That's it, baby. Just feel it. Don't have to do anything but take what I give."
Buck writhed weakly, face pressed into the pillow as Eddie continued his patient preparation. Sweat beaded along Buck's spine, and Eddie couldn't tell if it was from fever or arousal– probably both. He added a third finger, scissoring carefully, and the furnace-heat of Buck's ass made his own cock leak precome, desperate for that same scorching embrace.
The contrast between Buck's scorching insides and the cooler air of the bedroom created a surreal sensation. Eddie's fingers felt like they were being consumed by liquid fire, and he found himself transfixed by the sight of them disappearing into Buck's body, emerging slick and glistening before plunging back inside. Buck's rim looked flushed and swollen, stretched wide and pretty around Eddie's knuckles, and Eddie couldn't resist leaning down to press a kiss to the small of his back.
"You're doing so good," Eddie praised, his free hand stroking Buck's flank. "Gonna fuck you nice and slow until you can finally rest."
Buck made an incoherent sound of agreement, his fingers twisting in the sheets. His cock lay trapped between his body and the mattress, hard despite his exhaustion. Eddie could see the wet spot forming beneath him where precome leaked steadily.
When Eddie finally withdrew his fingers, Buck whined at the loss. Eddie shushed him gently, shoving his boxer briefs down and coating his aching cock with a bit more lube. His cock stood rigid, flushed dark and Eddie had to take a steadying breath before positioning himself.
"Ready, baby?"
"Please," Buck said back. "Need you inside."
Eddie pressed forward, just the tip breaching Buck's entrance, and the sensation nearly undid him immediately. The fever-heat was overwhelming, a scorching tightness that gripped his cock-head like a vice. Buck's body resisted for a moment before yielding, and Eddie slowly sank in another inch, then another, until he was fully seated inside Buck’s trembling body.
"Fuck," Eddie gasped, hands gripping Buck's hips to steady himself. "Buck, you feel– so tight and hot, it feels like my dick's gonna melt in your ass."
Buck could only moan in response, his body accepting Eddie's dick with a surrender that was foreign to their usual sex. He didn't thrust back, didn't arch his spine, didn't demand more or harder or faster the way he normally would. He just lay there, completely limp and pliant, letting Eddie do all the work while his illness-wracked body provided the most exquisite friction Eddie had ever experienced.
Eddie began to move, pulling his cock out until just the swollen head remained nestled in that scorching rim before sliding back into the hilt. The heat was relentless, almost aggressive in its intensity– hotter than anybody should be, like Buck's fever had turned his insides into wet, boiling silk. The heat, combined with the way Buck's walls gripped him, rippling and clenching around Eddie's length with each stroke, was almost too good.
"E–ddie," Buck whimpered, the syllables broken and needy. "Feels... so good. So full."
"I know, baby. I've got you." Eddie leaned over Buck's back, covering him completely, and adjusted his angle to strike Buck's prostate with each measured thrust. His cock dragged against that swollen gland with every stroke, and Buck's entire body shuddered in response. "Just let me take care of everything."
Buck's body responded even as his mind seemed to drift, caught somewhere between fever dreams and waking pleasure. His ass rippled around Eddie's length, muscles contracting involuntarily in ways Buck couldn't control, and Eddie had to fight to maintain his steady rhythm. The urge to pound into that scorching heat was nearly overwhelming– to fuck Buck how he normally did; hard and fast and desperate– but he kept his movements controlled, gentle, focusing on Buck's comfort and wearing him out.
Eddie wanted nothing more than to kiss Buck right now– to get his mouth on him somewhere, anywhere, to taste the salt of his sweat and feel the heat of his skin against his lips. While maintaining his steady rhythm of thrusts, Eddie leaned down and pressed his mouth to the curve of Buck's shoulder, then began trailing kisses up the side of his neck. Buck's skin was blazing against his lips, and Eddie groaned at the contact, his hips stuttering slightly as he–
"No– Eddie, don't," Buck said weakly, turning his head away and lifting one trembling hand to push gently at Eddie's face. His voice was rough and worried despite its breathlessness.
"Don't... don't wanna get you sick. It's clearly contagious and I-" He broke off with a whimper as Eddie's cock dragged across his prostate again. "-don't wanna get you sick"
Eddie's rhythm faltered completely, his cock still stuffed deep inside Buck's body as frustration and disappointment warred with understanding. Of course Buck would be worried about getting him sick while he had a dick buried in his ass.
He pulled back, his jaw clenching as he stared down at Buck's fever-flushed profile. Part of him wanted to argue that it was too late for that, that they'd already crossed every possible line of contagion, but the concern in Buck's weak voice stopped him. Eddie nodded stiffly, his hands tightening on Buck's hips. "Fine. Okay."
Then, because he couldn't help himself, Eddie's lips curved into a wicked smirk. He resumed his thrusts, slower now, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in with agonizing precision.
"So this is you finally admitting your legendary immune system is struggling?" Eddie's voice was thick with amusement. "What happened to 'I never get sick' and 'my body is a temple'? Where's all that confidence now, baby?"
"Eddie– please," Buck whimpered, his voice breaking with desperation. His fingers clutched uselessly at the sheets, his body trembling beneath Eddie's weight. "Please, just– just keep fucking me. Don't stop, I need– I need you to– " His words dissolved into a broken moan as Eddie's cock struck his prostate dead-on. "Please, Eddie, please."
And fuck, Eddie could never say no to Buck when he begged like that– when his voice went all needy and wrecked. Eddie's teasing evaporated instantly, replaced by fierce determination; he was gonna make Buck come so hard it put him right to sleep. He tightened his grip on Buck's hips and began to move with renewed intensity, driving his cock in and out with powerful, measured strokes.
"I've got you," Eddie promised.
Sweat dripped from Eddie's brow onto Buck's shoulder blades as he worked his hips in a steady cadence, driving his cock deep into that tight heat again and again. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the bedroom– the slick slide of Eddie's cock stuffing Buck's hole, the obscene squelch of lube, the slap of Eddie's hips against Buck's ass– punctuated by Buck's breathy moans and Eddie's murmured encouragements. Eddie's balls were already drawn up tight, the pressure building at the base of his spine, but he gritted his teeth and held back, determined to make Buck come first. Only Buck could have him on the edge this quickly.
He sneakily snaked one hand beneath Buck's hips, finding Buck’s neglected cock and wrapping his fingers around the heated length. It was hard and leaking, the shaft fever-hot like the rest of him, and Buck jerked at the contact, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Eddie started stroking him in time with his thrusts– slow, firm pulls from root to tip that had Buck trembling beneath him, his hole clenching desperately around Eddie's cock.
"That's it," Eddie coaxed, his lips brushing the shell of Buck's ear, tongue darting out to lick around the edges. His own cock was throbbing, buried deep in Buck's ass, and every thrust threatened to push him over the edge.
"Let go for me, Buck. Lemme feel you come on my cock, baby. Wanna feel this tight hole squeeze me when you come."
Buck's breathing grew ragged, the desperate little gasps that told Eddie he was close. Eddie increased the pressure of his hand, twisted his wrist on the upstroke to rub his thumb over Buck's sensitive slit, and angled his hips to nail Buck's prostate dead-on with each thrust. His cock punched against it relentlessly, and Buck's entire body went taut, every muscle stiffening up.
Then Buck was coming with a broken groan, spilling hot and thick across Eddie's fist and the sheets beneath them. His hole clamped down on Eddie's cock, fluttering and squeezing so tight Eddie could barely move. The heat somehow got more intense, Buck's channel contracting in waves around Eddie's length, milking him, and it was too much.
The sudden grip of Buck's ass around Eddie's cock destroyed any remaining control he had. Eddie buried himself to the hilt with one final thrust and came hard, his cock jerking as he flooded Buck's insides with rope after rope of release.
The pulsing heat seemed to intensify his orgasm, drawing it out until Eddie thought he might black out from the intensity– Buck's hole was wringing every last drop to come from him. He collapsed against Buck's back, both of them gasping for breath and hearts racing in tandem. Eddie swore his hearing went out for a minute as he rode out his orgasm. He was snapped back to reality from a clench around his softening cock, still buried deep inside Buck.
"... ank you thank you thank you thank you," Buck half-murmured half-babbled out, voice already thick with approaching sleep. "I love you Eddie, love you so so much,"
Eddie wanted to respond, wanted to tell Buck how much he loved him too. It took him a moment to form the words, given how Buck's ass had just sucked Eddie's brain out of his dick.
"I love you so so much too," he finally managed to whisper into Buck's shoulder, but Buck's breathing had already evened out. He was asleep.
Eddie realized Buck hadn't heard him, that the words had fallen into the silence of sleep. He huffed a quiet laugh at the timing, pressing a kiss to Buck's sweaty shoulder before carefully withdrawing.
He suppressed a groan at the loss of warmth around him, but marveled at the sight that greeted him when he pulled out completely. His come was already leaking from Buck's hole– thick, white rivulets sliding down over his red, swollen rim and onto the sheets below. The sight was so obscene, but his come tricking down to Buck's pale thighs was so so beautiful.
Mine, his brain supplied helpfully. All mine.
Eddie just couldn't help himself. He reached out with both hands, thumbs spreading Buck's cheeks wider to get a better view. Buck's rim was puffy and flushed dark pink, stretched and used, glistening from both the lube and Eddie's load. More come leaked out as Eddie watched, and he felt his spent cock give a valiant twitch of interest. He gathered what escaped with his thumbs, smearing it around Buck's swollen entrance in slow circles. Then, with infinite care, Eddie pressed his thumbs just inside, pushing his come back where it belonged– back inside Buck's body, back home.
Buck made a small, unconscious sound in his sleep, his hole fluttering weakly around Eddie's thumbs before relaxing again. Eddie withdrew his hands reluctantly, committing the image to memory– Buck, thoroughly fucked and filled, marked inside and out as Eddie's.
Finally, Eddie forced himself to move. He padded to the bathroom on unsteady legs, his own body still trembling with aftershocks. He wet a washcloth with warm water, testing the temperature against his wrist to make sure it wasn't too hot, then grabbed a second one for good measure. When he returned to the bedroom, Buck hadn't moved– still face-down and breathing deeply, completely vulnerable and trusting in his sleep.
Eddie's chest tightened with overwhelming love.
He started with Buck's back, wiping away the sweat that had gathered along his spine, between his shoulder blades, at the nape of his neck. The washcloth moved in slow, soothing strokes, and Eddie took his time, savoring every moment. He traced the defined muscles of Buck's shoulders, the strong line of his back, the dimples just above his ass. Each pass of the cloth was an act of devotion, a silent prayer of gratitude.
Every single day, for the rest of our lives.
He rinsed the washcloth in the bowl of warm water he'd brought from the bathroom, wrung it out, and continued his ministrations. Buck's arms next– those powerful arms that could lift him up, that held him so tenderly in the dark. Eddie cleaned each one carefully, from shoulder to wrist, turning Buck's hands palm-up to wipe away the sweat from his palms, between his fingers.
When he reached Buck's lower back, Eddie paused to press a kiss to the base of Buck's spine, right above the swell of his ass. Buck's skin was still warm, but the fever had seemingly broken. Eddie sent up a silent thank you to whatever deity was listening.
He moved lower, cleaning Buck's thighs with the same careful attention, marveling at the strength in those legs, the way Buck's muscles were defined even in sleep. Eddie's hands were gentle as he worked, treating Buck's body like something holy. Because that's what he was– a gift from God. Buck's trust, his vulnerability, his willingness to let Eddie see him like this, to care for him in his weakest moments.
How did I get this lucky? Eddie wondered, not for the first time.
He reached Buck's ass and the mess between his cheeks. He used the second washcloth for this, warm and damp, cleaning away the lube and come with profound tenderness. Buck's hole was still slightly swollen and pink, and Eddie cleaned around it carefully, wanting to make sure Buck would wake up all comfortable and clean. Most of Eddie's load leaked out as he worked, and Eddie cleaned that away too, though a very very selfish part of him wanted to leave it so that Buck would wake up to it tomorrow and remember.
When Buck was finally cleaned up, Eddie disposed of the washcloths and returned with a dry towel, patting Buck's skin until it was completely dry.
Then came the harder part– changing the sheets without waking him. Eddie managed it through sheer determination and a lot of careful maneuvering, sliding the sweat-soiled sheets out from under Buck's sleeping form and replacing them with fresh ones.
Throughout it all, Buck barely stirred, just made small, contented sounds in his sleep. It was like his body instinctively trusted Eddie to take care of everything. Eddie stood back for a moment, just looking at him. Buck's face was peaceful in sleep, his features relaxed, his lips slightly parted. His hair was a mess, curls sticking out in every direction, and there was a faint crease on his cheek from the pillow.
He pulled the fresh blankets up around Buck's shoulders, tucking them in carefully, making sure Buck would stay warm through the night. They'd probably wake up in sweaty sheets again, but at least that would mean Buck had sweat out his fever.
Finally, Eddie climbed back into bed, his own body exhausted but satisfied. He pulled Buck against his chest, fitting their bodies together like puzzle pieces, and Buck made a sleepy sound of contentment, unconsciously pressing back into Eddie's warmth.
Eddie buried his face in Buck's hair, breathing in the scent of him– faintly sweat and sex, but most of it was overwhelmed by the potent smell of laundry detergent. His arm wrapped around Buck's waist, holding him close, and Eddie let himself drift off with a light smile on his face.
…gotta buy unscented detergent next time.
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Morning light crept through the blinds, and Eddie awoke to an unfamiliar sensation– his nose completely stuffed, his throat scratchy and raw. He tried to swallow and winced at the pain. Beside him, Buck was already awake, propped up on one elbow and looking infuriatingly radiant. His skin had lost its feverish flush, his eyes were clear and bright, and he was practically glowing with vitality. He stretched languidly, completely unbothered, as if he hadn't spent the previous day sick as hell.
"Morning," Buck said cheerfully, his voice back to its normal timbre– smooth and strong. He took one look at Eddie's red-rimmed eyes, the way he was breathing through his mouth and his grin turned absolutely wicked. "Oh no. Did someone catch my flu?"
"Buckkkk," Eddie groaned, drawing out his name until the sound turned into a cough that wracked his body. "This is your fault."
"My fault?" Buck's grin widened, and he sat up fully, stretching his arms above his head. "Pretty sure you were an enthusiastic participant. Besides, I said no kissing. My immune system already kicked it. Told ya, I'm basically invincible." He flexed his bicep mockingly. "Look at me– good as new. Better than new, actually."
"You're a menace," Eddie muttered, pulling the blanket over his head.
Buck laughed, the sound bright and almost annoyingly energetic. "I'm a miracle of modern medicine, actually. Twelve hours ago I was a fever-soaked mess, and now?" He gestured to himself dramatically. "Peak condition. Top-dog immune system, Eds. Some of us just bounce back."
"I hate you," Eddie groaned from beneath the blanket, though his tone was more pitiful than convincing.
"No, you don't." Buck leaned over and yanked the blanket away, his expression shifting to something more tender despite the smugness still dancing in his eyes. "You love me."
"I do," Eddie squinted up at him, taking in the flush of health in Buck's cheeks, the way he moved without any of yesterday's sluggishness. It was genuinely unfair. "But you're enjoying this way too much."
"Absolutely I am." Buck settled back against the pillows, looking completely content. "Fair warning though– I'm planning to take very good care of you today."
Despite feeling like death warmed over, Eddie found himself smiling. "Can't wait"
"Only for you, Eds." Buck leaned in for a kiss, then thought better of it. "Actually, maybe we should wait until you're not contagious."
"Didn't I literally catch this from you... a little too late for that," Eddie pointed out, his hand already sliding down Buck's chest. "Might as well make the most of it."
"Hmmm... I like the way you think..." Buck laughed, the sound bright and full of promise. He pulled out his phone to watch some reels with Eddie while they both fully woke up.
The rest of the morning passed in a haze of tender care that had Eddie's chest ache with something a little more than the congestion settling in his lungs. Buck was bringing Eddie water before he even realized he was thirsty, checking his temperature with gentle fingers pressed to his forehead every few hours.
"Ouhhh," Buck announced after the third check, his brow furrowing with concern. "Same as mine was yesterday."
Eddie tried to wave him off, but Buck was already heading to the bathroom, returning moments later with a cool washcloth that he pressed carefully to Eddie's forehead. The relief was immediate, and Eddie couldn't suppress his groan .
"There you go," Buck murmured, adjusting the cloth. "Just relax, Eddie. My turn to take care of you now."
And Eddie did. He let Buck fuss over him, let him bring soup that smelled like Eddie's abuela's recipe– because of course Buck had paid attention whenever Eddie made it and had memorized every step. He let Buck prop pillows behind his back and tuck blankets around his legs. He let Buck's fingers card through his sweat-damp hair, the touch soothing and grounding.
"You're actually really good at this," Eddie said around mid-afternoon, his voice rough from his raw throat. Buck was perched on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on Eddie's knee through the blanket.
"Well, I had a very good teacher." Buck's smile was soft, his thumb rubbing small circles against Eddie's leg. "Besides, you make it so easy."
Eddie's eyes burned, and he promptly blamed it on the fever. "...I love you."
"I love you too." Buck leaned forward, pressing another kiss to Eddie's temple. "Now finish your soup before it gets cold."
By evening, Eddie's fever hadn't broken, and his body felt like it was made of lead. Every muscle ached, every joint protested movement, and the thought of doing anything more strenuous than breathing seemed impossible. He lay sprawled across the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, trying to will away the pounding in his head.
"Jesus, this is no joke," Eddie rasped out, eyes closed despite his arm covering his face. "Those preschoolers were just sniffling and coughing. We got absolutely demolished."
Buck laughed, a low, warm sound that made Eddie's chest tighten. "Right? Like, one cough in your face one time and suddenly we're both laid out like we've been hit by a truck." He shook his head, still grinning. "Those kids had it easy. We got the deluxe version."
"The deluxe version of hell," Eddie muttered, but he was smiling despite himself. "I'm pretty sure I've sweated through every shirt we own."
"At least you're hot when you're miserable," Buck teased, moving closer to the bed. "That's gotta count for something."
Eddie snorted. "Flattery won't work on me, bud."
He heard Buck moving around the bedroom, the soft rustle of fabric, the quiet click of the door closing. When Eddie finally lowered his arm to look, Buck was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs with a contemplative expression hung on his face.
"You know," Buck said slowly, his lips curving into a wicked smile, "you got to experience fever-hole yesterday."
Eddie's brain, sluggish with illness, took a moment to catch up. He raised his eyebrow, trying to convey his disbelief. "Buck–"
"It's only fair I get to try fever dick, don't you think?" Buck's voice was light, teasing, but there was glimmer in his eyes that made Eddie's body take notice despite itself.
"Baby, I can barely move." Eddie gestured weakly at himself. "I feel like a corpse. A very congested, very achy corpse."
"That's the beauty of it." Buck moved closer, climbing onto the bed with predatory grace. "You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and let me use you like a dildo."
The words stole Eddie's breath like a punch to the gut, heat flooding through his fever-wracked body and pooling in his stomach. His cock, which had been completely uninterested in anything all day, gave a valiant twitch of interest.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, his eyes widening as he tracked Buck's movements across the bed. "You can't just– say shit like that."
"Why not?" Buck's hand landed on Eddie's thigh, warm even through the blanket. "It's true. I'll do all the work. You just have to lay there and let me ride you. I wanna feel how hot you'd be inside me." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Lemme find out if fever dick has any merit to it."
Eddie's words died in his throat. His body was telling that he was too tired, too sick– but his cock was rapidly hardening despite his protests, interested in Buck's proposition. Curse his libido.
"I don't know if I can even–" Eddie started, but Buck cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. It was a light press against his mouth, but Eddie kept quiet, instead opting to point his big, wide brown eyes at Buck.
"Shhhhh, Eddie. Too much talking… just let me take care of everything." Buck's smile was pure sin. "All you have to do is feel good. Can you do that for me?"
Eddie's resistance crumbled like wet paper in a hurricane. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Yeah, I can do that."
"Goooood." Buck's praise sent another wave of heat through Eddie's body, and he watched through glazed eyes as Buck began his ministrations.
It started innocently enough– Buck's hands sliding under the blanket, pushing it down and away until Eddie was exposed in just his boxer briefs. Then Buck's fingers were tracing patterns on Eddie's chest, following the lines of muscle, circling his nipples until they peaked under his attention. Eddie's skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending firing at maximum capacity thanks to the fever, and Buck's touch was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"You're so hot," Buck murmured, and Eddie couldn't tell if he meant temperature or attraction. Maybe both. Buck's hands mapped Eddie's torso with possessive thoroughness, claiming every inch of feverish skin. "Literally and figuratively… can feel the heat radiating off you. It's incredible. Was I like this?"
Eddie could only make a small sound in response, his head falling back against the pillows as Buck's exploration continued. Those clever fingers traced down his sides, over his hips, hooking into the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging them down slowly. Eddie's cock sprang free, already half-hard and flushed dark red, and Buck made an appreciative sound.
"Look at you," Buck breathed against Eddie's neck, hand wrapping around Eddie's cock and giving it an experimental stroke. "He’s already getting hard for me, even though you're exhausted."
The touch was electric. Eddie's cock was searingly hot under Buck's palm, every vein standing out in sharp relief against the flushed skin. Buck stroked him with deliberate slowness, his grip firm, and Eddie felt himself hardening fully despite the weight of his limbs.
"Buck," Eddie gasped, his hips twitching up into the touch involuntarily. "Fuck, that feels so–"
"I know." Buck's voice was smug, satisfied. He released Eddie's cock to strip off his own boxer briefs, and Eddie watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Buck's body was revealed inch by inch. The sight of Buck naked, his own cock hard and leaking, made Eddie want it more.
Buck climbed over him, straddling Eddie's thighs, then slowly spread his legs wide, giving Eddie a full, unobstructed view of his hole. Eddie's breath caught in his throat at the sight– Buck's rim was already glistening, loosened and ready, clearly well-prepared.
"Took the liberty of getting ready in the bathroom earlier," Buck said softly, his voice dripping with anticipation. "...wanted to be ready for you, so you could just lay back and let me take care of everything."
"You're so fucking beautiful," Eddie managed to rasp out, his hands coming up to grip Buck's hips weakly, his eyes fixed on the sight of Buck's pulsing hole. "God, Buck."
"Just wait." Buck's smile was wicked as he reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking Eddie's cock with a generous amount. The touch made Eddie gasp, his hips jerking, and Buck laughed softly. "Easy, baby. Save your energy."
Then Buck was crawling forward, his body moving with deliberate slowness over Eddie's, his semi-hard cock brushing against Eddie's length as he positioned himself. The contact made them both shudder– Buck's erection rapidly growing as he felt the sweat-slick heat from Eddie's skin. Buck's hands found Eddie's chest, fingers splaying across the damp expanse, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath his palms. He took a moment to arrange himself, shifting his weight, finding the perfect angle, his body settling into place with intimate precision.
The anticipation was exquisite– Buck's breath coming faster as he hovered there, suspended in that charged space between teasing and surrender. Then, with agonizing slowness, Buck began to rise up on his knees, positioning himself directly over Eddie's cock, and Eddie held his breath as Buck began to sink down.
The heat was the first thing Eddie registered– not Buck's heat, but his own. His cock was boiling hot, almost burning, and as Buck's body enveloped him inch by agonizing inch, Eddie felt the contrast acutely.
"Oh fuck," Buck gasped, his hands bracing on Eddie's chest as he took Eddie deeper. "Oh fuck, Eddie, you're so– it's so hot inside me. I can feel– every vein, everything, it's–"
Meanwhile, Eddie couldn't form words. His hands tightened on Buck's hips as Buck sank down the final few inches, taking Eddie to the hilt. The way Buck's walls fluttered around him, Eddie felt like he was floating off into the vastness of space, and Buck was the only thing keeping him tethered to earth.
"You okay?" Buck asked breathlessly, his eyes searching Eddie's face with concern despite the pleasure clearly written across his own features.
"Yeah," Eddie managed, though his voice was barely a whisper. "Yeah, just– don't move yet. Need a second."
Buck stilled, giving Eddie time to adjust, and Eddie used those precious moments to memorize the sensation. His cock was impossibly hard, almost painfully so.. He could feel his own heartbeat pulsing through his dick, especially when Buck's body clenched up.
Then Buck began to move.
It started slow– just small rolls of Buck's hips, testing, exploring. But even those tiny movements sent shockwaves of pleasure rolling through Eddie's body. Buck rose up slightly, then sank back down, and Eddie's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. The drag of Buck's walls against his swollen cock was torture, and Eddie's fingers dug into Buck's hips.
There wasn't anywhere he'd rather be than here, right now.
"That's it," Buck murmured, his voice strained with pleasure as he lifted himself back up before slamming back down. "Lay there and let me ride you. Let me fuck myself on that cock."
Eddie could only groan out a whimper in response, his body far too exhausted to manage more than the occasional weak thrust up when Buck's movements became too much to bear passively.
But Buck didn't seem to mind– he took control completely, setting a rhythm that had them both gasping. He rose up until just the head of Eddie's cock remained inside, then sank back down in one smooth motion, taking Eddie deep. His cock throbbed inside Buck's body, and sweat dripped down his temples despite his exhaustion. He faintly noticed that Buck was sweating too, his chest flushed and glistening, muscles flexing beautifully as he worked himself up and down on Eddie's length.
"Eddie," Buck gasped, his pace increasing. "You feel so good. So thick and hot inside me. Can feel every heartbeat, holy shit–"
Eddie's hands slid from Buck's hips to his thighs, gripping weakly, trying to ground himself. His vision was starting to blur at the edges, pleasure and fever combining into something overwhelming.
And yeah, okay– Eddie was aware that he was essentially doing nothing right now. Just lying here like a mannequin while Buck did all the work, riding him with utter determination. He wasn't thrusting, wasn't doing much of anything except existing and feeling.
But God, he wouldn't change a single thing about this moment.
Because the view was everything. Eddie was spoiled for choice, he didn't know what to focus on; he could watch the way Buck's cock bounced with each movement, hard and leaking against his abs, or the way Buck's face contorted with pleasure, his mouth falling open, his eyes squeezed shut like he was chasing something just out of reach. His eyes chose to snap to the beads of sweat glistened on Buck's chest, his perfect tits, his shoulders, his throat– every muscle in his body straining, fighting for what he needed.
Buck was beautiful like this. Absolutely breathtaking. This was the best view in the world– far better than any view Eddie had ever seen. He should take a picture, submit to whatever-the-fuck organization and make this the official eighth wonder of the world.
The Great Wall of China, Machu Picchu, Evan Buckley riding the shit out of you. All one in the same. But Eddie is so greedy, and gets to keep this to himself, all to himself. Buck taking what he needed, using Eddie's body, his cock, and Eddie got to just lie here and watch it happen. Only Eddie got to see this, got to feel Buck wrapped around him and witness the unfiltered pleasure written across Buck’s face.
Eddie felt the urge to help, to at least contribute something to Buck's gratification. He began lifting his hips in short, tentative thrusts– weak attempts to meet Buck's movements. Within the blink of an eye, Buck's hand came down hard on his chest and he dropped his whole body weight on Eddie's hips, pinning him flat against the mattress and arresting any chance of movement.
"No," Buck barked out, his voice low and stubborn. His eyes never left Eddie's while he spoke. "Stop that, Eds. You know better. I don't need your help right now. Just-- Just stay still and let me get us off."
Just stay still and let me get us off.
Eddie could've come right then and there. His mind jolted to tax returns, bill payments, Hildy customer service, anything to stop himself from busting his load in that instant. Buck was a siren, giving Eddie a firm reminder of his current role. Eddie's hips immediately stilled, his body going completely rigid beneath Buck. He gave Buck a few frantic nods, trying to relay his understanding; Eddie was a means to an end, a very happy ending, and he was surrendering completely to Buck.
Why would he ever complain about being used like this? Buck needed this, or rather, needed a cock to sit on right now. A dildo. And Eddie got to be that for him. Got to watch the most beautiful man in the world sweat with effort while impaling himself on his cock, over and over again.
He watched through half-lidded eyes, groaning at the way Buck's big cock flopped untouched with each movement, spurting absurd amounts of pre-come all over his stomach. Somewhere along the way, Buck's movements had shifted. The careful, measured up and down motions had disappeared, replaced with erratic, desperate shakes, grinding hard and fast on Eddie's cock, chasing his own climax with single-minded intensity. Buck was being selfish. Greedy, using Eddie like a tool, like a grinding-block, and fuck, Eddie had never been more turned on in his entire life.
Eddie loved it. This was Buck at his most honest, his most raw. Taking what he wanted, and Eddie got to be the one he took it from. From the way Buck's movements had degenerated, he knew Buck was getting close and was right there with him.
"Close," Eddie managed to gasp out, his body tensing despite his exhaustion. "Buck, I'm–"
"Yeah," Buck breathed, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "Yeah yeah, come for me. Wanna feel it so bad. I need to feel how hot your come is inside."
The words were Eddie's undoing. As soon as he heard Buck's voice whisper that out, his body locked up, every muscle going taut, and then he was coming with a broken moan. His cock pulsed inside Buck's body, once–
And Buck dropped.
In one fluid motion, Buck slammed himself down to the hilt, seating himself completely on Eddie's cock as the first surge of come flooded into him. Buck bore down hard, his entire body tensing, trapping Eddie deep inside as he ground himself against Eddie's pelvis, maximizing every sensation by grinding his cock into Eddie's stomach .
"Oh my God," Buck gasped, his head thrown back, his body shaking as he felt Eddie's release flooding him. "Yes yes yes–!"
Eddie's second pulse came as Buck held himself there, pressed down as far as he could go. His come was so much hotter than normal, heated by the fever burning its way through his body, and Eddie felt Buck's entire body shudder above him as he unloaded in his guts. Each pulse of his cock delivered more of that scorching fluid deep into Buck's body, and Eddie could see the exact moment Buck felt every pulse– his eyes went wide, his mouth falling open on a shocked gasp.
"Nghnnnn, holy fuck," Buck choked out, his body clenching down hard around Eddie's still-pulsing cock. "Eddieeeee, I can feel it, it's–"
Eddie couldn't do anything but ride out the waves of his orgasm as his body emptied itself into Buck. It was the longest, never-ending orgasm of Eddie's life. Each pulse felt endless, his cock throbbing and releasing, and the heat of his come seemed to intensify with each wave. Buck's walls were fluttering around him, and Eddie could feel the way his release was coating Buck's insides, stuffing him full.
His mind was swimming, completely submerged in sensation. Everything felt so surreal, so dreamlike. Eddie's thoughts scattered like stars, unable to hold onto anything except the overwhelming reality of Buck around and above him. It felt too good, too exquisite, like his brain had conjured the most perfect fantasy and somehow made it flesh. If this was a dream, Eddie never wanted to wake up. This was the best dream of his life, the most vivid, most real dream he'd ever experienced.
But Buck's movements paid absolutely no mind to the fact that Eddie had already come. His pace never faltered– Buck was far too lost in the woods chasing his own climax to care about Eddie's sensitivity. Eddie was diving headfirst into an ocean of over-stimulation, his cock still rock-hard despite having just come a moment ago, and the sensitivity was becoming almost painful. Every movement of Buck's hips sent sharp, burning jolts of pleasure-pain through Eddie's shaft and into his spine, pulling whiny pants from Eddie's throat.
It hurt. It hurt so good. His stiff cock was so sensitive now that even the slightest friction felt like too much, nerve endings firing off like fireworks. But Eddie wouldn't tap out, there was no way in the world he would stop Buck. A nuclear bomb going off in their living probably couldn't pull Eddie from this moment. He'd endure the burning of his cock, absolutely anything to see this through and feel Buck come on his cock right now. The sensitivity had transformed into something else entirely, a twisted pleasure-pain. It was a blissful agony that Eddie was eager to suffer through to shower in the bliss of Buck falling apart on top of him. It was worth every single second.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Buck was still chanting, his hips still moving in small, desperate circles. "Your come is so deep, it's so hot, it's like– like–"
"C-Coming-!" The words tumbled from his lips in a desperate litany, his voice cracking with the intensity of euphoria pumping through his veins. His entire being was trembling on the edge, suspended in that exquisite moment before the fall, every fiber of his being wound so tight it felt like he might shatter.
His entire body went rigid, muscles locking tight as the orgasm seized him from the inside out. His cock, hard and leaking against Eddie's stomach, suddenly pulsed and erupted, spurting thick streaks of come across Eddie's chest in thick, desperate strokes. One spurt caught Eddie's collarbone, another splattered across his nipple, and a third– a particularly forceful one– shot up and hit Eddie's chin, warm and sticky.
"Oh god oh god oh god–" Buck was sobbing, his hips still grinding down onto Eddie's cock, milking every last drop of come from him as his own orgasm tore through his body. He was riding the wave with the grace of a plastic bag in a hurricane, shuddering uncontrollably and clawing into Eddie's chest and shoulders.
Eddie's foggy brain struggled to catch up, but his body moved on instinct. His hand– weak yet determined– reached up and wrapped around Buck's spurting cock, stroking him through the waves of his climax. The moment his fingers made contact, Buck let out a high-pitched squeal, his entire body practically folding in half with the strength of the convulsions.
"Ahhhh, Eddie, Eddie– fuck, Eddie–" Buck's voice broke into a keening moan as Eddie stroked him, pulling more come from his oversensitized cock, extending the pleasure.
Eddie watched through widened eyes as Buck came apart above him, reduced to a babbling mess. Buck's face was flushed crimson, he looked even more feverish than Eddie. His mouth was hung open in a silent scream, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. And it was because of Eddie– because of Eddie's hot come filling him, because of Eddie's touch.
Another spurt of come painted Eddie's chest as he continued to stroke, hand moving with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment of Buck's pleasure. Buck's squeals turned into broken moans, hips jerking erratically.
"Please," Eddie murmured, his voice slurred and dreamlike, "...come for me, come all over me, love feeling you come on me, keep going… please Buck, gimme more..."
Buck sobbed his name, cock pulsing one final time in Eddie's grip before the spurts began to slow, becoming smaller, more desperate. Eddie kept stroking, kept touching, kept marveling at the fact that his come had pushed Buck over the edge into this beautiful, devastating orgasm. After what felt like an eternity, Eddie's own high began to subtle down. His cock gave one last weak pulse, leaving a final spurt of his come into Buck's body. Then he melted into the pillows, completely and utterly spent. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing, sweat cooling on his overheated skin.
Buck also collapsed forward onto him, body going boneless, his cock softening in Eddie's grip. Buck buried his face in Eddie's neck, gasping for breath, trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. One last squeeze from Eddie, and a few more weak spurts of come dribbled out of Buck’s cock. It was Buck's weight on his body that anchored Eddie back down to Earth, slowly reeling him down from his mind-blowing high.
"Eddie. Holy shit," Buck whispered against Eddie's skin, his voice completely lost. "That was– I've never–"
"I know," Eddie breathed, his hand still gently wrapped around Buck's softening cock, his other arm wrapping around his back. "Same, baby. I know."
Buck was still sitting on him, Eddie's softening cock still buried inside him, and Buck's expression was one of awed disbelief.
"That was–" Buck started, then stopped, shaking his head. "Eddie, I could feel how hot your dick was,. Like, actually feel the heat of it inside me. It was– fuck your come, it was like lava."
Eddie managed a weak smile, his hands sliding up and down on Buck's thighs. "Fever dick," he rasped out. "Worth it?"
"My God, worth it," Buck breathed, leaning down to press a kiss to Eddie's sweaty forehead. "I swear your dick felt like an erupting volcano in my ass, I've never felt anything like that before… gonna start calling you Volcano Dick Diaz"
Eddie let out a weak laugh at that before Buck suddenly grabbed his jaw, tilting his face up with surprising firmness. Buck's expression shifted into something intensely serious, his eyes boring into Eddie's with the kind of focus usually reserved for life-or-death situations.
"Don’t doze off yet… we need to have a serious discussion about which is better– fever hole or fever dick," Buck said, his voice grave and measured, as if he were discussing something of utmost importance and not the feeling of a hot dick or hole.
Eddie blinked up at him, caught dead between exhaustion and the absurdity of Buck's tone given what they'd just done. A laugh threatened to bubble up, and it spilled out before Eddie could contain it. Buck laughed too, but Eddie could tell that he was asking it as a serious question.
"Later," Eddie mumbled, his eyes already drifting closed. "After I'm not dying. But I think it's pretty obvious"
Buck mumbled in agreement, carefully lifting himself off Eddie's spent cock. Eddie felt the loss immediately and felt his come begin to leak out of Buck's body. He almost purred with satisfaction at the sight.
"Come on," Buck said gently, already reaching for the washcloths. "Let me clean us up, and then you can sleep."
Buck disappeared into the bathroom and returned moments later with warm, damp washcloths. He settled onto the bed beside Eddie and started with Eddie's chest. Buck's touch was slow as he traced the planes of Eddie's chest, cleaning away sweat and come with gentle, circular motions. His fingertips followed the washcloth, lingering in places– over Eddie's heart, across his collarbone– with a devotion that made Eddie's breath catch.
"I should get you sick more often," Buck joked, moving lower to Eddie's stomach, cleaning the mess they'd made together. His touch was unhurried, caressing. He paid attention to every inch– the dip of Eddie's hip, the soft trail of hair leading downward. "I like having you like this..." Absolutely no protest from Eddie's end!
"...fever-dick is just an added plus, hunh?" Eddie barely manages to retort, Buck gives him a raised eye-brow, followed by a quick wink
"Well, you said it, not me..." Eddie groaned out a chuckle as Buck helped him settle back down, before disappeared again and returning with a glass of water and Eddie's thermometer.
"Drink," he instructed softly, holding the glass to Eddie's lips. Eddie obeyed, the cool water soothing his parched throat. Buck checked his temperature then set the thermometer aside with a satisfied nod.
"Still a bit high, but you're okay," Buck said softly, brushing damp hair back from Eddie's forehead. “Rest now, Mr. VolcanoDickDiaz"
Eddie was already half-asleep, too enthralled by the pull of exhaustion to respond to Buck's teasing. He wanted to say: 'says you, Mr. HotHoleBuckley', but couldn't even fathom forming a sentence right now.
"Luv'nk you.." He mumbled out, a small, sleepy smile playing across his lips as he tried to verbalize "I love you" and "thank you" at the same time before his eyes closed completely.
His dreams were of Buck and… volcano sized dicks? Weird.