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It was a rare, blessedly slow days at the LAFD firehouse– the alarm hadn't gone off since early morning, and everyone had settled into their own downtime.In the common area, Hen was curled up on one of the couches with a paperback mystery novel, glasses perched on her nose. She'd been on the same page for the last ten minutes, seemingly more interested in the peace and quiet than the plot of the book.
In the gym, Ravi and Harry were steadily working through a set of pull-ups on the bar, shirts already damp with exertion. The TV in the corner played some daytime cooking show on mute, more for background noise than anything else.
Chimney was in his office doing paperwork, handling the endless administrative side of running a firehouse. Buck could occasionally hear the scratch of his pen or the soft click of his keyboard through the doors.
Eddie was leaning back in his chair at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone with a satisfied expression. Buck watched him from across the table, nursing his third cup of coffee of the shift. He'd given up on trying to be productive hours ago and had resigned himself to just existing in the comfortable lull of the day.
"You know what's actually pretty great?" Eddie said, not looking up. "WikiHow."
"WikiHow?" Buck snorted. "Seriously? That site with the weird drawings?"
"I'm telling you, man. It's actually pretty convenient for so many things." Eddie finally pulls his gaze off the phone to look up at Buck, his brown eyes earnest. "I needed to fix Christopher's crutches yesterday, and found a step-by-step guide. It took me ten minutes, max. Before that, I used it to figure out how to get red wine out of Karen's couch. It worked like a charm."
"You could've just Googled that," Buck pointed out.
"Yeah, but WikiHow breaks it down. It lists what you need, shows you each step. It's like..." Eddie gestured vaguely with his phone. "It's like having instructions for life."
"Eddie's been evangelizing about WikiHow for like a week now." Chimney had finally emerged from his office, grabbing a banana from the counter. "My hot tip: just give in, Buck. He's not gonna stop till you check it out. At least, he didn't till I did."
"Fine." Buck rolled his eyes with a huff, but he pulled out his phone regardless. "What should I look up?"
"Whatever you want. That's the beauty of it." Eddie grinned. "There's literally a guide for everything."
Buck typed in "how to make perfect scrambled eggs" just to humor him given that Buck's scrambled eggs were already perfect. The article that popped up was surprisingly detailed– temperature settings, the right pan to use, when to add butter versus oil. He scrolled through, grudgingly impressed. Maybe he'd been too quick to judge the merit of WikiHow.
"Okay," he admitted. "This is actually... not terrible."
"Told ya." Eddie's smile was smug, but warm. "Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best ones."
Buck bookmarked the site, already thinking about other things he could look up. Eddie caught his eye across the table, and something passed between them. Eddie shot him a smile, and Buck couldn't help but return a grin. They'd been together– officially– for almost a year now, but Buck still got a little thrill up his spine every time Eddie smiled at him like that. Like the butterflies in his stomach decided to go on a little expedition all throughout his body.
"You're such a dork," Buck said affectionately.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork."
"Get a room, you two." Chimney made a gagging sound as he walked away. He called out with his back facing them; "Stay off him, Diaz. We haven't forgotten the HR crisis from last month, and we do not need a repeat"
"Yeah, yeah, we remember you yelling at us, Captain Han" Eddie called back, silently jerking his thumb towards the storage closet while mouthing, 5 minutes let's go
Buck had to stifle his laugh with his hand before giving Eddie a short nod. He could swear he could hear Chimney groaning calling out for Hen to 'save him' in the distance.
Whatever. They all knew there wasn't an HR department strong enough to stop them.
–
The next evening, after a grueling shift, Buck let himself into their shared house– Eddie's place that had gradually become theirs ever since Eddie had come back from Texas. He could hear the TV on in the living room, the intro to their favorite docu-series already playing. Eddie must've put the latest episode on in advance.
"Hey, Eds," Buck called out, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door. "I picked up Thai food. Got that thing you like, the–"
He stopped when he saw Eddie on the couch. His boyfriend was slumped against the cushions, staring at the TV with an expression that could only be described as aggressive melancholy. His shoulders were slight;y hunched, his jaw tight, and he was doing that thing where he picked at the edge of his thumbnail– a nervous habit Buck had learned to recognize.
"Eddie? You okay?"
"Hmm?" Eddie glanced over, his expression carefully neutral. "Yeah. Fine."
He was very clearly not fine. Buck set the takeout bags on the coffee table and sat down next to him, close enough that their thighs touched.
"You sure? You seem... off."
"I'm feeling pretty tired." Eddie's voice was flat. "It's been a really long day."
Buck frowned. Eddie had seemed perfectly fine when they'd texted earlier during Buck's shift. This mood had apparently descended in the last few hours. Without a word, Buck shifted closer, his arm coming up to wrap around Eddie's shoulders and pull him gently against his chest. Like a dam breaking, Eddie let himself sink into Buck's embrace. His head dropped to Buck's shoulder, and Buck felt the exact moment the tension started to drain from him.
Buck pressed a soft kiss to the top of Eddie's head and just held him there, not pushing for answers. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles across Eddie's back, feeling the knots of stress gradually ease under his touch. Eddie's arm came up around Buck's waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of Buck's shirt.
They sat like that for a long moment, the TV playing forgotten in front of them. Buck could feel Eddie's, weight becoming heavier, more settled. It was the kind of quiet comfort that didn't need words, just the simple reassurance of being held.
"I've got you," Buck murmured softly into Eddie's hair. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out."
Eddie didn't respond, but his grip on Buck's shirt tightened slightly, and he turned his face into Buck's neck. That was enough of an answer for Buck. But then, just as suddenly as the vulnerability had appeared, Eddie pulled back. He straightened up in Buck’s arms without creating much distance, and offered Buck a small smile.
"I'm okay," Eddie said, his voice lighter now, almost... practiced? "Just one of those days, you know? Nothing to worry about."
Buck wanted to push, wanted to ask more questions, but something in Eddie's posture– the way he'd shifted back into casual mode– made him hold his tongue. Instead, he nodded slowly.
"Okay. If you say so."
They restarted the documentary, and Eddie seemed to settle back into the couch with him. Buck got up to bring over the Thai food, insisting on emptying the hot food from the plastic take-out containers into their glass bowls. He kept babbling away, something about 'microplastics', while Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed. They ate while watching the episode, and they both oo'd and aah'd at the right moments. But Buck noticed things, small things. The way Eddie's eyes would drift away from the screen, landing on Buck instead. He seemed more interested in watching Buck's reactions to the show than actually watching the episode itself– his eyes tracking the curve of Buck's smile, the way his shoulders moved when he shifted on the couch.
It was subtle enough that if Buck hadn't known Eddie so well, he might have believed the casual act. But he did know him. He'd gotten used to Eddie staring at him over the past few years– no complaints from Buck– but this wasn't like that. Something about this was different.
After dinner, they both cleaned up in the kitchen before Eddie abruptly claimed he was exhausted and headed to bed early. Buck continued cleaning up and packing food away, his mind racing. Something was definitely wrong, and he had no idea what it was or how to fix it.
In a sudden moment of clarity, Eddie's words from yesterday echoing in his head.
WikiHow, it’s basically instructions for life.
Worth a shot. He grabbed his phone and opened the browser, then promptly typed into the search bar:
how to make boyfriend feel happier
He clicked on the most recently posted one; “Tips and tricks guaranteed to make your boyfriend feel better!” It had a cheerful illustration of two stick figures, one comforting the other. Buck scrolled through the suggestions: listen actively, plan a surprise date, give them space if needed, show physical affection...
He kept scrolling, eyes widening further with every pass of his thumb.
Further down the list, past the painfully standard relationship advice, were some decidedly more intimate suggestions.
"Initiate physical intimacy," one section read. "Sometimes a partner needs to feel desired and wanted. Consider surprising them with some sexual attention! Scroll for a few suggestions!"
Buck slowly blinked at his phone, trying to digest what he was seeing. Was this... was this actually on WikiHow?
He checked the article again. Sure enough, there it was, complete with (thankfully) very abstract illustrations. This is insane! At least they had taken the responsibility of locking it behind an 18+ account, but still. Buck was not expecting any sex advice from WikiHow of all places.
But then again... Eddie had been the one to bring it up. He had vouched for WikiHow, wouldn't shut up about how it was convenient for basically everything. And if Eddie trusted WikiHow, then maybe Buck should too.
What was the downside, really? Their sex life was already active to say the very least– very active, but nothing wrong with a little extra. A little variety. Especially if it might help Eddie feel better, anything to help pull him out of whatever mood he was in.
Buck scrolled down the slightest bit further, his curiosity getting the better of him. The first suggestion made him pause as he read it.
Tip #8: Surprise your boyfriend with a spontaneous handjob!
He looked up from his phone toward the bedroom door. A thin beam of light was still present at the bottom of their bedroom door. Eddie claimed he was tired, but Buck doubted he was actually asleep yet. Probably just getting into bed now.
Well, Buck thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. Time to be spontaneous.
He set his phone down, took a breath, and headed toward the bedroom.
Eddie was indeed still awake, appearing to have just settled into bed and staring mindlessly at his phone. He looked over as Buck entered, expression carefully neutral with the sliver of a smile, almost like he was watching for Buck's next move.
"Hey," Buck said softly, closing the door behind him. "Can't sleep?"
"Not really." Eddie's voice was quiet. "It's so weird, I swear I was so tired at dinner..."
Buck nodded sympathetically, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it into the hamper in the corner. Eddie's eyes tracked the movement, lingering on Buck's chest for a moment before Buck caught the look and felt heat rise in his cheeks.
"I couldn't ask earlier, how was the rest of your day?" Buck asked, keeping his tone casual as he unbuttoned his jeans.
"Oh, you know. Picked Chris up from school, drove him to his friends place, the usual." Eddie's voice was steady, but his gaze had definitely not left Buck's body, tracing over every inch. There was something almost worshipful about the way he watched– like he was seeing Buck for the first time, or like he couldn't quite believe Buck was real. Like he was an angel sent from heaven.
Buck pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, standing there in just his boxers for a moment. He could feel Eddie's attention prickling at his skin, warm and focused. It made his own skin shudder in anticipation.
"That's good, I guess we’re not seeing him for a couple days, eh?" Buck said, moving to the dresser to grab his pajama pants. He pulled them on slowly, aware of every moment that Eddie's eyes were on him. Nothing wrong with putting on a little show for Eddie.
"Yeah, he's doing some kind of sleepover fender-bender these next few days." Eddie's voice had taken on a slightly rougher quality, and Buck had to suppress a smile. "Buck, what’re you–"
"Just getting ready for bed," Buck said innocently, though they both knew that wasn't entirely true. He turned back to face Eddie, quickly crossed to the bed and climbed on, straddling Eddie's thighs. Eddie's eyebrows rose in surprise from the sudden development.
"Buck–"
"Can I do this for you?" Buck murmured, leaning down to kiss him. Eddie responded immediately, his hands coming up to grip Buck's hips, but there was a question in the kiss, a hesitation.
Buck pulled back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes. "I know something's bothering you. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But please, let me make you feel good. Okay?"
Eddie's mouth opened like he was about to say something, some weak protest or question forming on his lips. But then his eyes dropped to Buck's mouth, spotting the way Buck's lips curved slightly as he waited for an answer. Eddie stared for a moment, his train of thought scattering like smoke. When he finally managed to speak, his voice was soft, almost dazed.
"Okay, okay, I’d– yes please"
Buck kissed him again, deeper this time, and felt Eddie relax beneath him. He worked his way down Eddie's jaw, his neck, pushing up the hem of his t-shirt to expose his stomach. Eddie's breath hitched when Buck's fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants.
"Are you sure–" Eddie started, but Buck cut him off with a look.
"I want to."
He pulled Eddie's sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion, and Eddie lifted his hips to help. Buck wrapped his hand around Eddie's cock, already half-hard, and stroked slowly. Eddie's head fell back against the pillow with a soft groan.
"Fuck, Buck–"
He’d never tell this to Eddie, but this was probably one of Buck’s favourite things. He loved the way Eddie responded to his touch, the immediate heat of him filling his palm, hardening under the steady pressure of his grip. He stroked slowly, watching Eddie's face transform; eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open, that little furrow appearing between his brows that meant he was already lost in the feeling of Buck’s palm.
"That's it," Buck murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Just feel good, baby. That’s all I want"
"Jesus, Buck” Eddie's hand shot out to grip Buck's forearm, not stopping him but holding on like he needed the anchor. "Where is this coming from?"
"Does it matter?" Buck leaned down to kiss Eddie's hip, still working his hand steadily, feeling Eddie's cock pulse against his firm grip. "You’re feeling a bit down, and I just want to make you feel better."
Buck increased his pace, his fist moving with practiced confidence, and Eddie's hips started to move with him, seeking more friction. Buck loved this– loved the way Eddie completely surrendered to sensation, loved the little gasps and groans that escaped him with each stroke. He looked ravenous.
Then Buck's thumb found Eddie's foreskin, teasing it gently, rolling it back and forth with amorous care. He could feel the exact moment Eddie's entire body went rigid against his.
"Oh my– Buck, right there, shit–" Eddie's voice broke into something almost desperate, his hips jerking up involuntarily. His free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white.
Buck did it again, that same teasing motion, watching Eddie completely crumble. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, breathing ragged, and Buck felt a surge of satisfaction so intense it was almost overwhelming. Nobody else was making Eddie fall apart with just their hand, only Buck.
"You like that?" Buck asked, though he already knew the answer from the way Eddie was practically vibrating beneath him.
"Yes, yes, yes–" Eddie gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "Don't stop, please don't–"
Buck leaned up and kissed him, deep and dirty, swallowing Eddie's moans as his hand continued its relentless pace. He kissed him like he was trying to consume him, tongue sliding against Eddie's, tasting the desperation there. Eddie kissed back frantically, his hand coming up to grip Buck's hair, holding him close as if he might disappear. He licked deeper into Eddie’s mouth, sliding his tongue along the teeth, wrestling with Eddie’s own tongue.
The combination was intense; Buck's mouth on his, hot and demanding, while his hand worked Eddie's cock with steady, purposeful strokes. Eddie broke the kiss with a gasp, his head falling back against the pillow, but Buck followed, kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, never faltering the rhythm of his hand.
"Buck, already– I'm close–" Eddie's warning came out broken, desperate.
"I know, baby," Buck murmured against Eddie's skin. "I've got you."
Buck increased his pace, adding that teasing twist at the head that made Eddie curse, his hips fully thrusting up into the tight clutch of Buck's fist. It was always so cute, watching Eddie’s body betray him; witnessing how desperately he’d chase his high. Eddie's entire body tensed, every muscle going tight, and then he was coming hard, spilling over Buck's hand with a choked-off moan that turned into Buck's name.
Buck worked him through it, gentling his strokes as Eddie shuddered beneath him, riding out the waves of his orgasm. When Eddie finally opened his eyes, he looked completely wrecked– flushed and breathless, a deep satiety in his eyes.
"That was... unexpected," Eddie managed after a long silence, voice hoarse.
"Good unexpected?" Buck grinned, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. Would be easier to just lick it up.
"Very good unexpected." Eddie caught Buck's wrist and pulled him down for a kiss, softer this time. "Lemme get you off?"
Buck hesitated, his cheeks already starting to flush. He bit his lip, clearly debating whether to say something.
"What?" Eddie asked, confusion creeping into his voice. "What's that look?"
"I, uh..." Buck rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely embarrassed. "I may have already taken care of myself. At work. Right before I left."
"Buck!" Eddie's eyes widened, and then he started laughing– really laughing, his whole body shaking with it. "You didn't. No way!"
"I did," Buck admitted, his face now completely red. "You sent me those pictures last week and I–"
"Oh my God, you're such a desperate mess!" Eddie was practically cackling now, wiping tears from his eyes. "You couldn't even wait until you got home? You had to jerk off at the station to some nudes?"
"It's not funny," Buck protested weakly, but he was fighting a smile. "You sent me nudes. What was I supposed to do?"
"Not get off at work like some horny teenager!" Eddie was still laughing, pulling Buck down to kiss him between fits of giggles. "I can't believe you. Mr. 'I have such good self-control' couldn't make it through a shift without–"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Buck said, burying his face in Eddie's neck to hide his embarrassment, though he was laughing too now. "Can we please never speak of this again?"
"Absolutely not," Eddie said, still grinning wickedly. "I'm going to bring this up forever."
"This was about you," Buck said, meaning it, even as he tried to redirect the conversation away from his own mortification. It wasn't even a lie; right now, he just wanted to see Eddie relaxed and happy.
Eddie's expression softened while motioning Buck to lie down with him, "Come here."
Buck settled beside him, and Eddie pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Thank you," Eddie murmured into his skin. "I needed that."
"Anytime," Buck said, and meant it.
After ensuring that Buck didn’t want Eddie to suck him off, Eddie took the liberty of actually falling asleep. Buck stayed next to him while his breathing evened out. Buck lay awake a little longer, already planning his next move.
If one WikiHow suggestion had worked this well, maybe the others would too.
After a few more minutes, Eddie's body went completely lax against Buck's. Buck waited another moment to be absolutely sure, then very carefully reached over to the nightstand, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to jostle the mattress. His fingers found his phone and he eased it back toward him, the screen's glow suddenly bright in the darkness.
He squinted against it, turning the brightness down before pulling up the WikiHow article again. His thumb scrolled down past the handjob section, past the illustrations and tips, until he found the next suggestion.
Tip #9: Feeling friskier? Try waking them up with a blowjob! (Make sure to discuss beforehand!)
Buck's eyes widened slightly. He glanced over at Eddie's sleeping form, then back at his phone. His first instinct was hesitation– was this okay? Should he really just wake Eddie up like that without asking?
They'd already talked about boundaries much earlier in the relationship, and they'd both been very eager to try sleep stuff. They'd just... never really gotten around to actually trying it. Buck was almost certain that Eddie's opinions hadn't changed since their discussion, so...
Yeah. This should be fine.
Buck felt a smile spread across his face as he set his phone back down on the nightstand, careful and quiet. He settled back against his pillow, already imagining tomorrow morning. Eddie was going to wake up to quite the surprise. And with that satisfying thought, Buck closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, smile never quite fading.
-
Buck woke up before dawn to Eddie's warm body pressed against his back. He carefully extracted himself from Eddie's embrace and checked his phone. 5:47 AM. Early enough that Eddie would sleep for at least another hour.
Perfect.
Buck slipped under the covers slowly, careful not to disturb Eddie's sleep. The bed dipped slightly under his weight as he positioned himself between Eddie's thick thighs. Eddie was still deeply asleep, his breathing deep and even, chest rising and falling. He was wearing only his boxers, and Buck took a moment just to look at him in the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains– the way Eddie's skin looked almost golden, the defined lines of his abdomen, the expression of peaceful sleep softening his features.
Buck carefully eased Eddie's boxers down, moving inch by inch, and Eddie shifted slightly but didn't wake. His cock lay soft against his thigh, and Buck felt a surge of affection and desire looking at him like this– completely unguarded, completely his. Such a cute softie.
Buck started slow, pressing soft kisses to Eddie's inner thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight give of muscle beneath. He gave Eddie’s under-thigh birthmark a little open-mouthed kiss, before breathing in the scent of Eddie fresh from sleep– that particular musky smell that was just Eddie, warm and familiar. Eddie made a soft sound in his sleep, his body responding even as his mind stayed under.
Buck worked his way up Eddie's thigh with calculated kisses, lips brushing lightly over the sensitive skin. He could feel Eddie's body beginning to respond, a subtle shift in his breathing, the slight tension creeping into his muscles. Buck kissed along his hip bone, then the other, taking his time to savor every moment. He pressed his mouth to Eddie's lower abdomen, just above where his cock lay, and felt Eddie's hips twitch slightly in response.
As much as Eddie was going to enjoy this, Buck was probably going to enjoy it more.
Eddie's cock was beginning to stir now, filling out gradually as Buck continued his assault of kisses and soft touches. Buck watched with fascination as it began to harden, the head darkening slightly as blood rushed to it. He ran his tongue along Eddie's hip bone, then down toward his growing arousal, deliberately avoiding direct contact, teasing.
"Mnnnh," Eddie murmured in his sleep, his hand shifting on the mattress.
Buck smiled against Eddie's skin. He was so close now, eye-to-tip with Eddie's cock, and could see in real-time the way Eddie's cock filled out. He watched, almost dumbfounded, as the foreskin began to pull back slightly. He'd never actually gotten this up close and personal with Eddie’s dick during this part, since Eddie was usually rock-hard after any touch Buck gave him.
Buck pressed a kiss to the hairy base, then another, working his way along the shaft as it continued to stiffen. He could feel the warmth and the weight of it as it grew heavier against his lips. Eddie's cock was fully hard now, flushed and beautiful, and Buck took a moment just to admire it.
Eddie had such a beautiful cock.
Buck took a moment to glance up at Eddie's face. He was still asleep, expression peaceful, though his breathing had deepened slightly. Buck turned his attention back to Eddie's cock, fascinated by the opportunity to explore without Eddie's usual immediate, overwhelming response. It was a whole new experience!
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip, tasting the first hint of precome that had begun to bead there. Eddie's hips shifted almost imperceptibly, but his eyes remained closed. With that, Buck grew bolder, using his tongue to trace the ridge of the head, dipping into the slit and drawing out more of that salty-sweet taste. He pulled the foreskin forward gently with his fingers, then back again, exposing the sensitive glans fully before covering it once more.
"Mmmngh," Eddie murmured again, his head turning slightly on the pillow, but he didn't wake.
Buck continued his detailed investigation, captivated by every detail. He used the tip of his tongue to trace beneath the foreskin, feeling Eddie's cock twitch in response. He could see Eddie's face now– the slight furrow between his brows, the way his lips had parted just a fraction. Buck circled the head with his tongue, then took just the tip into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand worked the shaft with slow, firm strokes.
Eddie's breathing hitched, and Buck watched his face carefully. Still asleep, but clearly affected– Buck wondered if Eddie was dreaming.
Buck pulled back the foreskin completely and focused his attention on the exposed head, licking in broad strokes before concentrating on the most sensitive spot just beneath the crown. Eddie's cock was leaking steadily now, and Buck lapped it up, savoring the taste. He could drown in Eddie’s pre-come a happy man. He took the head into his mouth again, this time creating suction as he worked his tongue against the underside, and was rewarded with another soft sound from Eddie's throat.
He continued like this for what felt like minutes– a cycle of teasing the tip, playing with the foreskin, watching Eddie's sleeping face for every micro-expression of pleasure. Eddie's hips began to move in tiny, unconscious thrusts, seeking more of Buck's mouth. Buck felt another surge of gratification at the fact that he’s able to draw these responses from Eddie's sleeping body.
Finally, Buck decided it was time to take things a little further. He relaxed his jaw and took Eddie deeper, sliding down the shaft in one continuous motion. Buck kept going, taking him deeper still, until he felt Eddie's cockhead press against the back of his throat. Buck paused there for just a moment, breathing carefully through his nose, then pushed forward. He felt the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to his throat resist, then yield as Eddie's cock breached it, inching deeper. No matter how many times he did this, Buck could never get enough– he was addicted to the thickness of Eddie filling his mouth, the way his cock pulsed, hot and alive against his throat.
Buck's eyes watered immediately, his body's natural response to the intrusion. His throat was begging to gag and pull back, but Buck fought the reflex with everything he had. He breathed slowly through his nose, forcing himself to relax even as his throat spasmed around Eddie's length.
He didn't want to wake Eddie yet.
But now that Eddie's cock was buried in Buck's throat, Buck could feel every throb of his heartbeat through the thick vein on the underside. It was almost too much. Buck's throat contracted again, trying to swallow around the cock stuffing him, and he had to concentrate on staying still, on keeping his breathing even and controlled. He held there for a long moment, tears building in the corners of his eyes, hands gripping Eddie's hips for stability. Eddie's breathing had changed from the deep troughs of sleep– his breaths were fast now– but his eyes remained closed.
But then Eddie's hip shifted, and hi cock pulsed hard against the back of Buck's throat. Buck's control slipped, throat convulsing involuntarily with a gag he couldn't quite suppress, and the sensation must have been intense enough to penetrate Eddie's sleep because–
"Fuck!" Eddie's eyes flew open with a loud, guttural groan that was half-shock, half-pleasure.
Eddie's hands flew to Buck's hair as consciousness crashed over him. "Wha–" he gasped, his voice strangled and confused. "What the– ohhh fuck–"
Buck held still for a moment, Eddie's cock still buried in his throat, and slowly pulled back. As Eddie's length slid from his mouth, Buck let his lips drag along the shaft, deliberately messy about it. When the head finally popped free, a string of spit connected Buck's bottom lip to Eddie's cock, and Buck knew exactly what he looked like; lips swollen red and wet, chin glistening with drool and pre-come, eyes shining with want.
"Good morning, Eddie," Buck smiled up at Eddie, wrapping one hand around Eddie's thick, spit-slick shaft. "Did I wake you from a good dream?"
Before Eddie could even process the question, Buck took Eddie's cock and slapped it against his own lips– once, twice, three times. The wet sound was obscene in their otherwise quiet bedroom, and Buck's smile turned absolutely wicked. He did it again, harder this time, letting Eddie's cockhead drag across his bottom lip, smearing pre-come and saliva across his mouth.
"Jesus fuckin’ Christ–" Eddie's voice came out strangled, his eyes going impossibly wide as he watched Buck work. But Buck wasn't done. He pressed Eddie's cock against his cheek, rubbing it there slowly, deliberately, letting it slide across his skin. Then he moved it to his other cheek, his forehead, dragging the thick, wet length all over his face like he was marking himself with it. Spit and pre-come smeared everywhere– across his nose, his chin, his jaw– and Buck's eyes practically rolled back with pleasure at the feeling of it throb against his face.
"Fuck," Buck breathed as he nuzzled against Eddie's shaft, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the length before rubbing his face against it again. "Love your pretty cock so much. So thick and wet and perfect."
Eddie's cock was absolutely drenched now, glistening with Buck's spit, and Buck's face was a mess– flushed and shining, marked all over with the evidence of what he was doing. And Buck loved it. Loved the weight of Eddie's cock against his skin, loved the slick slide of it, loved how absolutely filthy and debauched he felt.
"I was– oh shit–" Eddie tried to speak, his voice breaking as Buck dragged his tongue up the entire length of his shaft, adding even more wetness to the mess. "I was dreaming about– mierda– about you doing exactly this–"
Buck hummed with satisfaction, still rubbing Eddie's cock against his lips, his cheeks, letting it slide wherever he wanted. "Yeah?" he murmured, breath hot against Eddie's sensitive skin. "Was it this good in your dream?"
"Better now," Eddie gasped, his hips twitching upward involuntarily. "So much– mngh– so much better– "
His pupils were blown wide as he watched Buck worship his cock with his face. He reveled in the way Buck was making such a sloppy, wet mess of himself and clearly loving every second of it. The tension drained from Eddie's shoulders as his head fell back against the pillow, a low, appreciative groan rumbling from his chest. His fingers, which had been gripping Buck's hair in surprise, loosened into just holding on as Buck continued his thorough exploration.
"Good dream though?" Buck asked again, grinning up at Eddie with his face still pressed against Eddie's cock, and Eddie let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan.
"Really– really good dream," Eddie managed, his voice laced with both sleep and arousal, breathless with wonder. "Nothing on this though"
There wasn't a single note of complaint in his voice. Just pure, overwhelmed pleasure and disbelief that this was actually happening. Buck took the initiative of taking Eddie back into his mouth in one smooth motion, and Eddie's hips lifted to meet him halfway with a desperate sound that went straight to Buck's cock. The blowjob was sloppy and wet and absolutely perfect– exactly how they both loved it.
If Eddie ever complained about getting a blowjob from Buck– about waking up to Buck's mouth on him, about the way Buck took him apart with lips and tongue and throat– they'd all know for certain that an alien had stolen his identity. Because this was Eddie's idea of heaven, and Buck knew it. Eddie's thighs were already trembling, his breathing had gone ragged and uneven. He was watching Buck work like he'd hung the fucking moon– yeah, there was absolutely no universe in which Eddie would complain about this.
Buck pulled back slowly, letting Eddie's cock slide from his mouth with deliberate care, then took him deep again, establishing a consistent pace now. Eddie's head fell back again against the pillow with a groan that sounded almost pained. He couldn’t decide between watching Buck’s lips sealed tight around his cock or just closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. He decided on the latter, hips lifting involuntarily to meet Buck's mouth as he watched him struggle to accommodate the girth.
Buck hummed around him, the vibration traveling through Eddie's length, and Eddie's hand tightened in Buck's hair– not pushing or pulling, just holding on, fingers threading through the strands with a grip that was almost desperate.
"This is– god– this is one hell of a wake-up call," Eddie managed, his words coming out broken and breathless as Buck glanced up at him with dark, satisfied eyes. Buck serviced his cock with enthusiasm, using everything he'd learned about what Eddie liked. He hollowed his cheeks as he drew back, creating suction that made Eddie's thighs tense beneath him. He swirled his tongue around the head, feeling the foreskin slide back and forth, tasting the salt of pre-come. The weight of Eddie's cock in his mouth was perfect, the texture of him smooth and hot, and Buck was loving every second of it. Buck could feel him trying to hold back, trying not to thrust too deep, but Buck wanted more. He wanted all of it.
"Buck, baby, I'm gonna– close– you don't have to–" Eddie's words were barely coherent, his hand tightening in Buck's hair.
But Buck did have to. He wanted to. He wanted to feel Eddie come in his mouth, wanted to taste him then swallow him down. He doubled his efforts, moving faster now, his head bobbing with purpose. He used his tongue to trace the underside of Eddie's shaft, along the sensitive vein that always made Eddie lose it, and felt Eddie's entire body go taut.
"Oh god, oh god, Buck– " Eddie's voice was a broken plea, and Buck knew he was right there on the edge.
Buck made a split-second decision. He relaxed his throat completely and took Eddie as deep as he could go, swallowing around him, feeling Eddie's cockhead push past the tight ring of muscle at the back of his throat. Eddie was buried so deep that Buck's nose was pressed into the hairs against the base, chin firm against Eddie's balls. He could feel every inch of Eddie's thick cock stretching his throat to the limit.
And then Eddie was coming with a shout that was far too loud for this early in the morning, but Buck didn't care. He could feel it– the way Eddie's cock pulsed and throbbed in his throat and the way his fingers tightened almost painfully in Buck's hair. Buck could feel Eddie's cock swell and jerk helplessly with each pulse of his orgasm, spilling directly down Buck's throat.
But he couldn't taste it.
Eddie was lodged so deep, his come shooting straight down Buck's throat, that Buck couldn't taste a single drop. He felt a sharp pang of disappointment even as he swallowed reflexively, his throat working around Eddie's length. He'd really wanted to taste Eddie’s load,to feel the weight of Eddie's release in his mouth before swallowing it down. Instead, it was just gone, bypassing his taste buds entirely.
Whatever. There was always the next time.
Buck held still for a moment, keeping Eddie deep, feeling the last few pulses of his cock. Eddie's hips were still twitching, breath coming in ragged gasps above Buck, and Buck could feel the way Eddie's cock was beginning to soften just slightly in his throat.
Slowly, carefully, Buck pulled back until just the head of Eddie's cock was resting on his tongue. There– finally– he could taste the last traces of Eddie's release, the faint salt and bitter-sweet flavor that he'd been craving. It wasn't much, just the remnants that clung to Eddie's softening cock, but Buck savored it, laving his tongue around the sensitive head and collecting every drop he could find.
"Fuck– Buck– sensitive–" Eddie gasped, his thighs trembling on either side of Buck's head. But Buck wasn't done. Not yet.
He gentled his movements, no longer sucking with purpose but instead just... nursing. He kept Eddie's cock in his mouth, soft and warm, his tongue moving in slow, lazy circles around the head. Eddie was definitely softening up now, no longer rock-hard but still thick and heavy on Buck's tongue, and Buck loved the feeling of it. He pushed down on Eddie’s chest to help him relax into the mattress.
Buck suckled gently, his cheeks hollowing just slightly, creating the barest hint of suction. Not enough to overstimulate, but enough to keep Eddie's nerves singing, to draw out every last ounce of pleasure. He could feel Eddie's cock continuing to soften, growing more pliant in his mouth, but Buck didn't let go. He kept suckling, tracing gentle patterns along the underside of Eddie's shaft with his tongue.
"Jesus Christ, Buck," Eddie breathed, his voice wrecked and wondering. His hand was still in Buck's hair, but the grip had loosened, his fingers now just carding through the strands in a gentle, almost absent-minded caress. He’d melted into the mattress, becoming one with the duvet. “...ohhh–"
Buck hummed around Eddie's softening cock, a low, satisfied sound, and felt Eddie's hips twitch in response. He could taste Eddie more clearly now– the faint bitterness of his release mixed with the clean taste of skin. He kept Eddie in his mouth, warm and safe, his lips wrapped around the base as his tongue continued its gentle caress. He wanted to leave Eddie with nothing but the warm glow of satisfaction.
"Buck," Eddie whispered again. "Baby, you're gonna kill me."
Buck finally, reluctantly, let Eddie slip from his mouth. He pressed one last kiss to the tip, then another to the base, before looking up at Eddie with a satisfied smile.
Eddie was staring down at him with an expression Buck couldn't quite read– something between awe and disbelief. His chest was still heaving slightly, his skin flushed and damp with sweat, and his eyes were dark and soft in the early morning light.
"You're insane," Eddie breathed. "Absolutely incredibly insane."
Buck felt heat rise in his cheeks at the praise, but he couldn't stop grinning. "Good morning," he said cheerfully.
Eddie let out a breathless laugh. "Best fuckin’ morning of my life."
Buck crawled back up the bed, grinning at Eddie's shell-shocked expression.
Eddie stared at him. "What the hell has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean–" Eddie gestured vaguely. "Last night, and now this? Not that I'm complaining, but this is... different. Good different, but different."
Buck shrugged, trying to look casual. "Just wanted to make you feel good. You seemed down yesterday."
“Well,” Eddie's expression softened. "I can tell you I'm feeling significantly better now."
"Good." Buck kissed him, and Eddie made a pleased sound against his mouth “Mission accomplished”
"Your turn," Eddie murmured, reaching for Buck's waistband, but Buck caught his hand.
"Later. I've got to get ready for my shift." He glanced at the clock. "And you've got to get Christopher ready for school."
"You're killing me here." Eddie groaned. "Can’t I just suck you off? You didn’t let me last night either!"
"I'll make it up to you later," Buck promised, stealing one more kiss before rolling out of bed.
Eddie watched him go, a bemused smile on his face as he also crawled out of bed. He called out, "I'm holding you to that!" right as Buck disappeared into the bathroom.
–
Buck’s shift dragged on like molasses in winter. Every call felt like it took twice as long as it should, every moment of downtime stretched into eternity. They’d gotten a call from school, Chris had forgotten his science fair project at home. Chim had told Eddie to just take the rest of the day off, so now it was just him. Buck kept checking his phone, counting down the hours until he could get home to spend some alone-time with Eddie. The third WikiHow suggestion kept replaying in his mind, and with each passing hour, his anticipation built like pressure behind a dam.
Tip #10: Giddy up, cowgirl/boy! Take control in the bedroom, show him how much you want him!
Buck had never been particularly shy about sex, but there was something about the planning aspect of this that had heat pooling low in his belly all day. He kept thinking about how good it would feel to sink down on Eddie's cock and take what he wanted. It had been a week or two since he’d last ridden Eddie, so he was fairly excited. By the time his shift finally ended, Buck was practically vibrating out of his skin.
He drove home faster than he probably should have, his hands tight on the steering wheel. His mind was already racing ahead to what he was going to do. When he pulled into the driveway and saw Eddie's truck there, his heart kicked up another notch. Game-time!
Eddie was in the kitchen prepping dinner when Buck walked in, and he looked up with a smile that was so warm and genuine it made Buck's chest ache. "Hey. How was the rest of the shift?"
"Fine." Buck didn't even bother with small talk. He crossed the kitchen in three strides and kissed Eddie thoroughly, deeply, pouring all his pent-up desire into it. Eddie made a surprised sound against his mouth but kissed back immediately, his hands coming up to grip Buck's shoulders.
"Well, hello to you too," Eddie said when they broke apart, his pupils already dilating. "Someone's in a mood."
"Bedroom," Buck said, his voice rough. "Now."
“Now?” Eddie's eyebrows rose, but there was heat in his eyes. He gestured loosely at the cut-up vegetables, "What about dinner?"
"It can wait." Buck tugged him insistently toward the bedroom, and Eddie followed, laughing breathlessly.
"Okay, seriously, what's going on with you? Not that I'm complaining, but–"
"I have needs, Eddie” Buck pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips in one smooth motion, cutting off whatever Eddie was about to say. “Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah,” Eddie stammered out, pupils blown wide and hands coming up to grip Buck's thighs. Yeah– uh, yeah, that's very okay. A-Okay with me"
Buck made quick work of their clothes, yanking his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside, then working on Eddie's. Eddie tried to help, but Buck batted his hands away, wanting to do this himself, wanting to unwrap Eddie like a gift. When they were both finally naked, Buck caught Eddie's wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Just let me," Buck said, his voice low and commanding in a way that made Eddie's breath hitch.
Eddie nodded stupidly, his chest already rising and falling faster. "Whatever you want."
Buck released his wrists and reached for the lube on the nightstand, very aware of Eddie's eyes tracking his every movement. He could feel the weight of Eddie's gaze along his skin as he slicked up his fingers and reached behind himself. Eddie's hands fisted in the sheets, his knuckles going white as he watched Buck prepare himself.
"Fuck, Buck," Eddie breathed, his voice strained. "You're killing me, lemme help."
Buck ignored Eddie’s plea as worked himself open slowly, adding a second finger and then a third, his eyes locked on Eddie's face the whole time. Eddie looked wrecked already, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach, a bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. Buck wanted to taste it, wanted to take Eddie in his mouth again, but that wasn't the plan. At least, not right now.
When Buck finally deemed himself ready, he slicked up Eddie's cock with more lube, his hand wrapping around the thick length of it. God, Eddie was big. Buck stroked him slowly, watching the way Eddie's hips jerked up into his touch, the way his jaw clenched with the effort of staying still.
"Buck, please," Eddie said, and the desperation in his voice sent a thrill through Buck. “Baby, I wanna–”
“Shhh…” Buck positioned himself over Eddie, one hand braced on Eddie's chest, the other guiding Eddie's cock to his entrance. He locked eyes with Eddie as he began to sink down, watching Eddie's face transform as Buck took him in inch by inch.
The stretch was intense, that initial burn of being opened up. Eddie was thick– so fucking thick– and Buck had to go slow every time, give his body a moment to adjust to the intrusion. But god, he loved it. Loved the way Eddie's cock felt like it was splitting him open, the fullness of it, the way it bulldozed against every sensitive spot inside him.
"Argh, ah god–," Eddie gasped, his hands flying to Buck's hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. "Buck, you feel– fuckin– "
Buck cut him off by sinking down another inch, then another, taking his time, really savoring every moment of the descent. Eddie's cock was a brand inside him, hot and thick and perfect, stretching him wide. When he finally bottomed out, fully seated on Eddie's cock, they both groaned. Buck felt impossibly full, stuffed to the brim, Eddie's cock buried so deep inside him it felt like it was touching his lungs. He stayed still for a moment, adjusting, letting his body accommodate being impaled.
"You okay?" Eddie asked, his voice sown tight with restraint.
"More than okay," Buck breathed. He rolled his hips experimentally, and they both gasped at the friction. "You feel so fucking good inside me, Eddie. So big. So thick. Love how you fill me up every time."
Eddie's grip on his hips tightened. "Buck–"
But Buck was already moving, lifting himself up slowly until just the head of Eddie's cock remained inside him, then sinking back down in one smooth motion. The drag of Eddie's cock against his inner walls was exquisite, friction and fullness and pleasure all rolled into one overwhelming sensation.
Buck set a steady rhythm, bouncing on Eddie's cock like he was born to do it. Each downward stroke sent Eddie's cock deep inside him, hitting his prostate and making stars burst behind his eyes. Each upward stroke created a delicious friction that had Buck's own cock leaking steadily against Eddie's stomach.
"That's it," Buck murmured, his head falling back as he rode Eddie with increasing confidence. "That's it, just let me– ride your fat cock–"
Eddie's hands slid from Buck's hips to his thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle there as Buck moved. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," Eddie said, his voice rough with awe. "Taking what you want. Riding my cock like you own it." Eddie had clearly gotten with the program.
"I do own it," Buck said, and the possessiveness in his own voice surprised him. "This cock is mine. You're mine."
He changed his angle slightly, leaning forward so Eddie's cock hit a different spot inside him, and the pleasure that shot through him was so intense that his movements faltered for a long second. Eddie must have noticed, because his hands tightened on Buck's thighs, helping to guide his movements.
Buck braced his hands on Eddie's chest, feeling the rapid thump of Eddie's heart beneath his palms, the heat of his skin, the flex of muscle as Eddie fought to stay still and let Buck control the pace. But Buck could see the strain in Eddie's face, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his hips kept trying to thrust up to meet Buck's downward strokes. All the while, Buck’s big dick flopped uselessly between them, painting both their stomachs with copious amounts of slick pre-come.
"You want to move?" Buck asked, his voice breathless. "You wanna fuck up into me?"
"Yes," Eddie hissed. "God, yes, but this is– you're in control–"
"You can take it," Buck said, leaning down to kiss him hard. "It's yours, Eddie. Take what’s yours."
Eddie didn’t probe further, because that was all the permission he needed. His hands shifted to Buck's hips, gripping hard, and he started thrusting up to meet Buck's movements. The change was immediate and devastating– now Eddie's cock was driving into him with force, each thrust punching the air out from Buck's lungs, each impact sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his spine.
"Fuck, fuck, Eddie–" Buck's words dissolved into incoherent sounds as Eddie fucked up into him relentlessly. The angle was perfect, Eddie's cock hitting his prostate with almost every thrust, and Buck could feel the heat of his orgasm building at the base of his stomach, coiling tighter and tighter.
"You feel so good," Eddie gasped, his eyes locked on Buck's face. "So tight around me. So perfect. Love watching you take my cock, love seeing you like this–"
Buck's own cock was trapped between their bodies, getting friction with every movement, and it was almost too much. The dual sensation of Eddie's cock inside him and the pressure against his own cock was pushing him rapidly toward the edge.
"Eddie," Buck gasped. "Eddie, I'm gonna–"
"Not yet," Eddie said, and suddenly he was rolling them over into missionary, with Buck on his back with Eddie above him, still buried deep inside. The change in position drove Eddie's cock even deeper, and Buck cried out at the new depths he was reaching.
"My turn," Eddie murmured, his voice dark with promise.
Eddie pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, and Buck's back arched off the bed. This angle was different– even deeper, all the more intense for Buck. Eddie's cock was hitting spots inside Buck that made him float. Eddie set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, driving into Buck with a force that had the headboard banging against the wall. Their bedroom echoed with sounds of Eddie’s hips clapping forcefully against Buck’s ass.
Buck wrapped his legs around Eddie's waist, pulling him somehow deeper. His hands scrabbled at Eddie's back, his nails digging into skin, leaving marks that would definitely still be there tomorrow. He’d regret it later, when Eddie complained about having to be extra careful changing at work, but Buck knew he loved it.
"That's it," Eddie growled. "Take it. Take my cock."
"Yes," Buck gasped. "Yes, god, Eddie, give it to me, please–"
Eddie shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust had Eddie’s cockhead nailing Buck's prostate dead-on; Buck’s poor swollen gland was nothing but a punching bag for Eddie’s dick with every roll of his hips. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, and Buck could feel his orgasm building rapidly, unstoppable now.
"Touch yourself," Eddie’s command ripped through the haze afforded by his rapidly building orgasm. "Want to see you come on my cock."
Buck's hand flew to his own cock, desperate to comply. He wrapped his hand around it and instantly started stroking in time with Eddie's thrusts. The glide was slick, all thanks to the mess of pre-come spurting from his dick.
Thank you, WikiHow, Buck thought deliriously as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut. Thank you, you beautiful, ridiculous, DIY-obsessed corner of the internet.
He was about to get his orgasm fucked out of him– literally pounded into oblivion– and it was all because of a goddamn how-to website. The same website that taught people how to fold fitted sheets and unclog drains had somehow orchestrated this entire scenario. Buck was getting railed into next week because he'd Googled relationship advice like some kind of desperate sitcom character, and honestly?
Best decision of his fucking life.
I'm buying a premium subscription, Buck thought as Eddie continued to abuse his prostate again and again, white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine and scrambling his thoughts. I'm investing in shares. I'm becoming a brand ambassador. I'll get their logo tattooed on my ass. I'll stand on street corners handing out pamphlets. Whatever it takes.
It only took a few more strokes before he was coming, his orgasm detonating through him like a supernova, ripping through every single nerve ending in his body with such devastating force that he screamed out Eddie's name. His body cinched tight around Eddie's cock, his vision whiting out as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over him. His cock spurted rope after rope after rope of come, painting both their stomachs and chests with lines of pearly white.
WikiHow, he thought hazily as he surfed the aftershocks, you magnificent bastard. You've earned a customer for life.
Eddie felt it the instant Buck's orgasm hit– the way Buck's entire body locked up beneath him, watching as his face began to ooze sheer pleasure. But it was the sensation around his cock that nearly destroyed him: Buck's body clamping down like a vice, rhythmic contractions squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe.
"Fuck, Buck–" Eddie gasped, movement of his hips failing as Buck constricted around him. The heat was incredible, the pressure almost unbearable, and Buck was pulsing around his cock in waves that seemed to pull him deeper.
Buck’s eyes were rolled back in his head, tongue slightly lolling out from the thin part of his lips. He was babbling to Eddie, words fully incoherent, as if his orgasm had punched out his ability to speak. His hole continued to flutter and clench uncontrollably, each contraction milking Eddie's cock with devastating precision. Eddie could feel every squeeze, every tremor of Buck's body as he continued to ride the high of his never-ending orgasm, and it was too much– the plush, wet heat, the way Buck was literally gripping him from the inside, pulling at him like Buck's body was trying to wring every drop of pleasure from him.
"Oh god, oh god– I’m–" Eddie's hips stuttered, and then Buck clenched down again, harder this time, and Eddie was gone.
His orgasm slammed into him with the force of a bullet. But instead of going still, Eddie kept moving– he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. He fucked into Buck through both of their releases, each thrust sending another pulse of come deep inside as Buck's body continued to spasm around him.
"That's it, that's it," Eddie groaned, his voice wrecked and desperate. He could feel himself spilling, hot and endless, while Buck's ass kept squeezing him in. Every time Buck's body clenched, it pulled another surge of pleasure from Eddie, drawing out more come until he thought he might actually be wrung dry.
Eddie kept thrusting, slower now, but still working them both through it. He could feel Buck trembling beneath him, the aftershocks rippling through Buck's body and translating directly to sensations around his cock. Each little flutter made Eddie groan, made him grind harder against Buck's prostate and pulling another whimper from Buck's throat.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie breathed, still moving in shallow thrusts. Buck was so tight, so hot, and Eddie could feel his own come slicking the way, making each slide forward easier but no less intense. He was oversensitive now, but he couldn't stop– he needed to feel every last second of Buck falling apart around him.
Buck's body gave one final, full-body shudder, his hole clenching down hard enough to make Eddie see stars, and then finally– finally– they both started to come down.
Eddie's movements slowed to a stop, his cock still buried deep inside Buck. They were both panting heavily, like they'd just run a marathon. Fuck. They should’ve totally worn their FitBit’s to see how many calories that burnt.
"Holy shit," Eddie managed, his voice barely more than a rasp, as his body went limp and he collapsed on top of Buck.
They stayed like that for a long moment, Eddie laying on top of Buck, both of them catching their breaths, hearts racing in tandem. Buck could feel Eddie's cock still pulsing inside him, could feel the warmth of Eddie's release, and he'd never felt more complete, more satisfied, more utterly wrecked in the best possible way. They’d stay in this moment forever, if they could, but the feeling of come cooling between their flush stomachs was starting to get a little icky.
"Okay," Eddie said after a long moment. "First: that was mind blowing. Like genuinely. You just took my mind and- boom, blew it," He accompanied his words with frenzied hand movements, pulling a chuckle out of Buck. "Second: I have to ask, what prompted all this?"
Buck looked up at him, tensing slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean the last two days. The handjob, the wake-up blowjob… this." Eddie propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Buck with curious eyes. "Not that I'm complaining– believe me, I am very much not complaining– but this is... extra. Are you unhappy with our sex life or something? Because if you are, we can talk about it. I wanna make sure you’re happy too, baby."
Buck bit his lip. "No, I'm not unhappy. I just... you seemed upset yesterday. And I wanted to make you feel better."
"So you decided to seduce me? Multiple times?"
"Well… If I’m being honest… " Buck looked away from Eddie for a moment, embarrassed, but Eddie grabbed his jaw and pulled his eyes back. Finally, Buck bit the bullet and admitted. "I, uh, I looked it up. On WikiHow."
Eddie blinked. "You... what?"
"You, you said WikiHow had instructions for everything. So I kinda just searched 'how to make boyfriend feel happier' and it suggested... well. Kinda just what I did."
Eddie stared at him for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then his face split into a grin. "You used WikiHow to figure out how to cheer me up with sex?"
"Yeah?" Buck said defensively. "You're the one who said it was convenient for so many things!"
Eddie started laughing, his whole body shaking with it. Buck scowled and tried to push him away, but Eddie caught his hands and pinned them to the bed, still laughing.
"You cannot laugh at me with your dick still in my ass," Buck said indignantly, his face flushing hot. He squirmed slightly, caught between the slight embarrassment and the fact that Eddie was still inside him, still semi-hard, and the movement was sending little sparks through him that made his breath catch. "This is not– Eddie, this is not fair."
"I'm not making fun of you," Eddie managed between laughs, putting on a serious face though his eyes were definitely dancing with amusement. "I'm just– fuck, Buck, that's actually really sweet. And so resourceful, my smart boy"
"You're definitely making fun of me." Buck pouted, but he couldn’t help but blush at the praises Eddie was singing.
"I'm not, I swear." Eddie kissed him endlessly, smiling against his skin. "I'm actually really proud of you for using your resources. For paying so much attention to me and trying to help."
Buck relaxed slightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Eddie's expression turned sheepish. "The bestest boyfriend ever, without a doubt"
“Statistically, that’s not true” Buck shook his head, but he was fighting a smile. "But I’ll take it. You're still an idiot."
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot." Eddie kissed him again, soft and sweet. "Statistics my ass. And apparently you're willing to consult WikiHow to make me happy, which is possibly the most endearing thing ever."
"Shut up," Buck muttered, but he was smiling now too. Eddie was just too infectious with his joy.
They settled back into the bed, Eddie pulling Buck against his chest. Buck could feel Eddie's heartbeat against his back, steady and strong.
"For the record," Eddie murmured, "those WikiHow suggestions were excellent. Feel free to consult it anytime. As frequently as you’d like"
Buck snorted. "Noted."
With that, Buck tightened his grip around Eddie’s waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. They both let out a sigh of contentment before drifting off to sleep like that, wrapped around each other. The last thing Buck heard before being pulled into the darkness of sleep was the soft thudding of Eddie’s heart against his chest.
-
The next morning, Buck stumbled out of their bedroom to find Eddie already up, sitting at the kitchen table with his phone and a cup of coffee. Eddie gestured loosely to the cup he’d already poured for Buck, accompanied by a quick “two milks, half a sugar”.
Buck beamed at him, heart swelling in his chest, before muttering a quick “thank you” and joined him, stealing a piece of toast from Eddie's plate in the process.
"You sleep well?" Eddie asked, not looking up from his phone. He seemed pretty invested in his text conversation.
"Mmm." Buck watched him type something, then set the phone down. A moment later, Eddie picked it up again when it buzzed. “Who you texting this early in the morning?”
Eddie glanced up from his phone to find Buck studying his face, “Just Chim, he’s asking about our availability next week.” He flashed Buck another signature smile, which seemed to appease him.
“Don’t forget, we need Wednesday off to supervise Chris’ class field trip”
“Didn’t forget, you already circled it on the calendar"
chim: so did your plan work?
eddie: yeah
eddie: I can’t believe he didn’t notice the article publisher username
eddie: holy crap
chim: eddiebodywantssum is pretty obvious
chim: leave it to Buck to not notice 😂
Buck pulled out his own phone and opened his messages. He had one from Hen from last night that he hadn't responded to yet.
mother hen: did you talk to Eddie yet about his little scheme?
buckaroo: not yet
buckaroo: can't believe this idiot thinks I didn't notice his username
He hit send and took a sip of his coffee, watching Eddie over the rim of his mug. Buck had noticed the publisher name on that WikiHow article almost immediately the first time he'd read it.
"eddiebodywantsum" wasn't exactly subtle.
But two could play that game.
If Eddie wanted to be a sneaky little shit to get Buck to take initiative in the bedroom, well, Buck was happy to oblige. The fact that it had resulted in some of the best sex they'd had that week was just a bonus.
Eddie's phone buzzed again, and he typed a response, his smile widening. Buck's own phone buzzed, and he matched Eddie.
mother hen: LOL. So you played along?
buckaroo: obviously. Shoulda seen his face when I woke him up tip #9. Priceless.
mother hen: Ok, Buck. TMI. I do not want that mental imagery plaguing me right now.
Buck set his phone down on the table with a soft click, still grinning at his phone screen. A moment later, Eddie did the same, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter. They both looked up at each other at exactly the same time, and the moment their eyes met, they both broke– Eddie's carefully controlled smile blooming into a full grin, Buck's eyes crinkling at the corners with barely contained amusement.
"So," Eddie said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he leaned back in his chair, "how's your morning going so far?"
Buck took another sip of his coffee, never breaking eye contact. "Oh, you know. Enjoying a coffee my boyfriend managed to not fuck up, texting Hen about work stuff."
"Work stuff," Eddie repeated, his tone suggesting he absolutely did not believe that. He chose to ignore the comment about the coffee that he had so lovingly prepared. "That's nice. You're so productive in the morning, I love that about you."
"Mm-hmm." Buck set his mug down carefully. "You know what's really productive? WikiHow. Really solid resource. I've been learning so much lately."
Eddie's grin turned positively wolfish. "Have you now?"
"Yeah, actually. Very educational." Buck leaned forward slightly. "Found some great tips on, uh, general life skills. Household stuff, y'know. I actually learned a new trick for cleaning the gym equipment at the station."
"Told you, it's a gold mine for general life skills," Eddie echoed, reaching across the table to steal Buck's coffee mug. He took a long sip, his eyes never leaving Buck's. "That's great, babe. Really glad you're expanding your horizons. Also, this coffee is perfectly fine."
Buck watched him with barely concealed satisfaction, convinced he'd just caught Eddie in the act of knowing. "Well, you know what they say. There's always something new to learn."
"Always," Eddie agreed, handing the mug back with exaggerated casualness. "I'm sure you're very thorough in your research."
"The most thorough," Buck said, fighting a smile. "I'm a very dedicated student."
Eddie stood up, stretching, his expression the picture of innocent amusement. "Come on. We're gonna be late to our shift, and I'm sure Chimney's gonna be glad to hear about your new love for WikiHow"
Buck grabbed his jacket and followed Eddie toward the door, already mentally congratulating himself on how well he was playing this. Eddie had no idea that Buck knew about the username. None whatsoever.
Their shoulders brushed as they headed out together, and Eddie was thinking almost the exact same thing– that Buck had absolutely no clue Eddie had been the one to write that WikiHow page and that Eddie was definitely, absolutely winning this game.
Eddie: 1, Buck: 0
–
Two weeks later in bed, with Buck snoozing next to him, Eddie secretly opened up a WikiHow page to search “How to propose to boyfriend after one year.”
He was a little too focused on making sure Buck didn’t wake up and catch him in the act that he didn’t notice it was published by user: FreddieFakeman.
Eddie: 1, Buck: 1