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“Mind if I grab the first shower?” Buck asks, hitching a thumb towards the bathroom door.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie nods back absent-mindedly, already looking for his phone to text Chris before he goes to sleep.
“Thanks,” Buck says. Eddie hears the door click behind him shortly after.
The sound of the shower is muted. Eddie throws himself down on his bed and starts typing, the usual “goodnight, I love you, and I hope you’re being good for Hen” message that he’s been sending since they got to Nashville.
The firefighter competition was fun, a nice way to get out of their lives a little bit, which Eddie knew Buck needed, even if he wouldn’t admit it. They put them up in a nice hotel, nicer than either of them would’ve picked out for themselves.
The only downfall had been that they were put in one room together. Some mix up with the paperwork Bobby had filled out when he put their names in last year. They still got two separate beds, Eddie had breathed a sigh of relief at that, but yeah. One room. For him and Buck. His best friend. Who he had recently realized he had feelings for.
Not great timing, considering everything, but hey when has Eddie ever had good timing? He is notoriously the worst with his timing. He had hoped seeing Buck be really competitive and borderline evil with the other competitors might tone down his feelings, but nope.
Made them worse. So much worse.
Eddie thinks the hottest thing he’s ever seen Buck do was shit talk the two boys from the Nashville team. He needed help. Living in close quarters with Buck was the opposite of that, so he was enjoying the brief reprieve he’s getting while Buck is in the shower.
He closes his eyes and breathes once, twice. Full breaths, something to try and ease the feeling in his chest. It was working, or at least it would be if his brain would stop picturing Buck in the shower. Every time he breathed, boom flash of him soaping himself up, washing his hair, letting the soap wash off of him.
God, Eddie needed to get back to California. Soon.
He hears the water shut off and immediately shoots up. He eyes the bathroom door warily, like it was going to reach out and attack him. Which, it basically was. God, he hopes Buck brought clothes in with him and was going to be changed before he walked out.
Eddie starts silently praying to a god he does believe in? Doesn't believe in? He’s still not 100% sure and right now did not feel like the time to figure it out.
The door starts creaking open. Eddie barely has time to pretend he wasn’t watching it when Buck steps out in…
So not clothes, but not a towel either. He can’t decide if his prayers were half answered or if he was actually being cursed. Maybe he did believe in God.
Buck steps out of the bathroom in a robe that was definitely not meant for a man his size. A white, fluffy robe that barely came down to mid thigh and was slightly open, giving Eddie a nice preview of his chest. Soft hairs peaked out from it.
Eddie’s mouth was dry, and maybe open slightly. He was oogling, he’s very aware of that. Drinking in the sight of his arguably huge best friend in this tiny fucking robe. Okay, definitely cursed.
It’s just… listen he knew his best friend was big. He’s got a lot of muscle, and the times when he’s bulking… The point is he’s big, that much is clear to anyone with eyes, but normally the bigness is hidden by clothes. Normally, Eddie isn’t given such an egregious eyeful of how big Buck actually is.
Right now, though, all he is getting is an extreme eyeful of Buck. Buck everywhere. His skin, his legs, his chest hairs, all still slightly damp. Just so much of him.
It felt like Eddie had entered one of his dreams, not that he’s been dreaming of Buck or anything. He definitely hasn’t been. There have been zero dreams of a certain blue eyed man coming to his room, taking his clothes off, touching Eddie like he was something holy. Eddie has not been waking up rock hard and whining.
Denial is a pillar in which Eddie holds onto very tightly. However, no denial can ignore the fact that at this moment, he was getting hard. Staring at his best friend, still glistening, imagining himself reaching out and undoing the robe. Yeah, he is chubbing up and heading full throttle for a complete boner.
He had to get out of this room.
“Eds,” Buck calls, “you okay? You look a little…” he trails off, as though he’s unsure of exactly how to describe the state of Eddie right now, which, fair.
“I’m fine,” Eddie finally manages to snap his jaw shut, “just gonna shower.”
“Okay,” Buck nods, arms stretched out still as he examines his robe. Something must dawn on him though, because he looks up at Eddie with guilty eyes. “I may have used a lot of the hot water though.”
“That’s okay,” Eddie squeaks. Squeaks! “I don’t mind it cold.”
He doesn’t give Buck a chance to respond to that. He’s up on his feet, stopping only to scoop up some clothes to change into, before barreling into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. He leans back against the door, trying to steady his breathing.
Everything was okay, he thought to himself. Deep breath in, and out, just like Frank taught him. In and out. He tries to clear his mind because that’s what he's taught to do in situations of anxiety. Empty his brain completely.
No images of Buck slowly undoing the belt and letting the robe swing open. No thinking about Buck sticking his tongue slightly out between his teeth, tilting his head, eyes roaming over Eddie. Definitely not a single thought of Buck taking himself in hand, lazily jerking.
Eddie was full mast now, baby, straining hard against his jeans. Thank god for Buck and this hotel’s questionably shitty water system because a cold shower was exactly what he needed right now. Something to make him numb and deal with his problem downstairs as quickly as possible.
There are other ways to deal with it, his horny brain taunts, but Eddie shakes that thought away. It’s one thing to get hard over your best friend, it's a completely different thing to actually do something about it. A line Eddie is not crossing.
With shaky hands, he starts to peel the clothes away from his body. One item at a time, until he was standing butt naked in the bathroom, boner loud and proud, leaking precum at the tip already. He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. God, he was a mess.
He reaches a hand into the shower, turning the handle and making sure the water was set to freezing. He climbs in, letting the ice rain down over his body. Goosebumps rise on his skin and the shaking from before only worsens.
His body ached from the competitions, would’ve truly benefited from the healing powers of burning your skin off with the temperature of the water, but that was no longer an option. He folds in on himself, becoming stiffer and stiffer. Thankfully, though, his problem was going away.
Eddie scrubs at his hair and body, as hard as he can. It was a punishment. Let him feel pain for what he was thinking and feeling. He could practically hear Frank yelling at him for choosing this route, but it was all he had right now. A bright red, raw body and a mind that needed to stay clean.
He felt better, honestly, by the end of it. Safer about walking out of the bathroom. Plus, he was sure Buck had to have gotten changed while Eddie was in here. He would walk out of here and be free from the sight of that bathrobe. All is well.
He dries off quickly, trying to put as little pressure on his dick as possible. Putting his clothes on over his raw body was a little uncomfortable, but he gets it done. He looks in the mirror, takes in the red state of himself, and takes one last deep breath for good measure. He’s got this.
His hand wraps around the door knob and he cracks it open slowly, so slowly. Buck will be in clothes on the other side of this. He will not still be in the robe. With the door fully open now, he takes one confident step out before faltering completely.
Buck was still in the fucking robe, and to make things worse, he was now laying down on the bed with his legs spread open and an arm behind his head. The other arm was out in front of him, reading a piece of paper.
The position pulled the robe up even farther, putting his thighs on an even grander display. Everything about him was…
Maybe Eddie should’ve stayed in the shower until he turned into a frozen block of repression and despair. Would it be too weird if he just hopped in their rental car and drove all the way back to LA right now?
He swallows, hard. Buck still hadn't noticed him standing there, a shellshocked man who was definitely gay, he was no longer questioning that. Gay and in love with his best friend. His best friend who needed to put some fucking clothes on because Eddie wasn’t going to survive another second of this.
“Hey Eds,” Buck calls without looking up, “you hungry? The room service looks good.”
He’s talking to Eddie. Eddie has to answer. He will answer, any second now. He just has to get past the fact that his mouth was drying out and his throat was closing up.
“Eddie?” Buck says again, this time looking up from the menu. His eyes widen slightly when they land on him. “Woah, dude, you allergic to the shower or something? You’re fucking red.”
Eddie could respond like a normal person. He could say something like oh it was just really cold or yeah, he thinks maybe he’s having a reaction to the hotel soap. All of these sit at the tip of his tongue, ready to come out. Except, what slips out instead is…
“Why are you still in the robe?” It comes out accusatory.
Buck furrows his brows, looking down at himself like he forgot he was in it. He looks back up and shrugs, “it’s comfy, I don’t know. We’re on vacation. I like it.” The reasonings fire out of him, one after another, his face getting increasingly more red. Interesting.
“Okay,” Eddie nods, because what else can he say to that. It’s not like he can demand Buck get changed, not without showing all his cards.
“So,” Buck coughs, “room service?”
“Um,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, letting out a sharp breath, “yeah sure, man. Sounds good.”
He walks over to his bed and throws himself down on it, staring stubbornly at the ceiling. If he doesn’t look at Buck, then he pretend that he is fully clothed and not a demon sent to torture Eddie. He wonders what Father Brian might have to say about his predicament.
“What do you want?” Buck asks.
“Whatever,” Eddie says, “order for me.”
“You sure?” Buck questions, and Eddie hears him shift, “here, look at the menu.”
He must be holding it out waiting for Eddie to turn and grab it, but nope. Eddie was not falling for that. He was going to keep looking at the ceiling. The uninteresting, bland ceiling. Stay strong.
“It’s okay, really,” Eddie grunts, “you know what I like.”
“Okay?” Buck says, and Eddie hears him shift again, meaning he must be back in the same position as before. A position Eddie was not thinking about.
Buck goes silent for a bit, and Eddie waits. Taps his fingers against his sternum, counts each one. He tries a little rhythm, a beat he can focus on. After a bit of that, he hears Buck reach over and pick up the phone. He rattles off an order to someone on the other end of the line, but Eddie doesn’t hear a word of it.
He hangs up the phone and they fall into silence again. Eddie was almost enjoying it, even if it did feel really heavy. In the silence, he could almost pretend Buck wasn’t even here (though the thought did make him sad. Yes he was sexually frustrated, but he also didn’t want to be away from Buck.)
Unfortunately, the quiet doesn’t last. Buck has never been very good at not talking, not filling an empty space with whatever thought he could grab onto.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Buck asks.
“What?” Eddie’s voice cracks.
“You won’t look at me,” Buck fires back.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, his gaze never wavering from the ceiling. Maybe if he plays dumb, Buck will give up.
Instead, Eddie hears Buck grunt and stand up from the bed. He has no time to prepare before Buck is standing directly over him. Goodbye ceiling. The tie of the robe has loosened more and the robe itself hangs open, one of Buck’s tits literally threatening to fall out.
“Eddie,” Buck is firm, folding his arms across his chest. This only pushes his pecs together more.
“Buck,” Eddie parrots, feeling very much on the verge of death.
Buck groans, rolling his eyes. “What’s up?”
Again, Eddie is faced with a fun decision of what he could possibly say. There are a million options, all semi-decent that don’t involve him admitting that the sight of Buck in a robe is making him the most sexually frustrated he’s ever been. He just has to say one of them.
“You’re in a robe,” Eddie croaks. Good, nice one. Very well done. That is exactly what he wanted to say.
“Yeah? So,” Buck looks confused, his head tilting like a fucking dog as he stares at Eddie, waiting for him to say more.
“Buck,” Eddie practically whines. All that’s missing is a stomp of his foot and he would basically be throwing a tantrum. “You’re in a robe,” he says again, like repeating it will clear it up.
“What’s with you and this robe?”
What was with him? Buck has to know how he looks, he cannot be that clueless. He may not be aware of what exactly it is doing to Eddie, but there’s no way he can’t see.
Eddie looks at him, desperation painted on his face. Please, he thinks, don’t make me say it. Don’t make me admit it.
Buck studies him. He drags his perfect eyes all over Eddie’s face. Then, his eyes move a little lower. Eddie knows he’s caught. He started getting hard the second Buck walked over and it’s too late to cover it with a pillow. He’s busted.
Eddie closes his eyes and waits for Buck to laugh in his face, to be grossed out, to let him down easy. Eddie waits and waits for it. Any second now, his friendship with Buck will be nothing but a memory. A pile of ashes.
“Eddie,” Buck’s voice is tinged with something Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever heard before, “the robe doing something for you?”
Eddie brings his hands up to cover his face, feeling his cheeks burning. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles through his fingers.
Buck doesn’t respond. Instead, Eddie feels his hands wrap around Eddie’s and carefully peel them away from his face. “Eds,” he whispers, “will you look at me? Please.”
Eddie has never been strong enough to deny Buck. Anything he asks for, Eddie is helpless but to give it to him immediately. So, his eyes flutter open and he is met with a beautiful, small smile and glittering blue eyes.
“Hey,” Buck breathes, his smile growing.
“Hey,” Eddie croaks.
“It’s okay, I know it’s been a while since you, ya know,” Buck reassures him, miming a crude gesture. “I’m not bothered.”
Oh, he thinks this is just because Eddie is pent up, which yeah he is, but it goes so much deeper than that.
God, he loves this stupid idiot.
He doesn’t take the easy out Buck offers him. He might be thinking with his dick, or maybe his heart, though he’s not sure there’s a difference between the two right now. He dives head first into the shallow end of the pool.
“Buck,” Eddie sighs, “it’s not because I’m pent up or whatever,” he waves a hand around, “it’s because—” he chokes, “it’s because of you.”
Buck’s eyes widen comically and the goofy smirk drops clean off his face, “because of me?” He points a finger at his chest.
“Yeah, bud,” Eddie smiles, feeling slightly better now that it was out in the open, “because of you.”
“Right,” Buck mumbles, gaze fogged over, “right, right.” His head is nodding, but Eddie isn’t convinced he’s actually processing anything right now.
“You okay there?” Eddie asks, settling into the bed a little. For someone who’s boner is on full display and who is openly admitting to his best friend that yeah, he’s hard over him, he feels remarkably calm.
Maybe Buck’s chaos is grounding him. Now they were both freaked out. That feels like a win, Eddie doesn’t have to be alone in this.
“What does that mean?” Buck’s gaze becomes painfully clear, his eyes boring into Eddie.
“What do you want it to mean?” Eddie asks, because he needs them to be on the same page. He can’t be the one to say out loud that it's more than a boner. It’s everything. Buck is everything to him. Bathrobe and all.
“Eddie, please.” Buck begs.
“Buck.” Eddie says it like a prayer. To him, it is. Buck has always been something holy.
Buck looks him over once, twice. He takes a deep breath. “What do you want?”
Eddie leaps. “You.”
“I’m yours.”
That’s all he needs to hear. All he’s been wanting to hear since he realized how head over heels he was for him. Eddie shoots up and pounces on Buck in a blink of an eye.
He’s leaning on his knees in front of Buck, hands wrapped tight around Buck’s head, pulling him in. Their lips crash together, violent and hungry. It’s more teeth than anything. He feels insane, like he wants to unhinge his jaw and bite, hold onto Buck tight like an animal who's caught his prey.
He licks into Buck’s mouth, wasting no time in making the kiss deeper, dirtier. He’s starving, desperate to taste every last bit of him. Buck’s own tongue shoves its way into his mouth. Spit pools and drips down his chin.
Buck’s hands find their way to Eddie’s ass, kneading it and pulling his hips closer and closer. Eddie’s breath stutters as his covered dick connects with the front of the robe. Through it, he can feel Buck’s own hard length started to poke through. His stomach flips and a groan erupts from him.
His hands drop from where they were buried in Buck’s hair and come around to the front of the robe. Finally, he gets his hands on the tie and pulls. He feels the robe fall open and pulls back from the kiss to get a proper look.
Buck groans, chasing him, but Eddie doesn’t let him. He needs to see.
Eddie’s eyes first fall to Buck’s dick which is, god. He moans at the sight. It’s huge and leaking an egregious amount. Eddie forgets to even look at the rest of his body because all he can think about now is tasting him.
He reaches a hand out and swipes at the tip, collecting the precum on his fingers. He brings his hand to his mouth and sticks his fingers past his lips without a second thought. His eyes come up to meet Buck’s, his pupils are blown and he's staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open.
“Fuck,” he mutters, before yanking Eddie’s hand clean out of his mouth and smashing their lips back together.
Buck’s hands grip the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, pulling. They break apart briefly so Eddie can rip it off then they are right back to it. Buck pushes Eddie back until Eddie is lying flat down, Buck hovering over him. The robe hangs open and Eddie can feel the precum dripping onto his stomach.
He reaches a hand between the two of them, unable to stop himself from wrapping it around Buck’s length and jerking him off. He stops to collect some more of Buck’s cum to ease the glide. Buck’s breathing heavy, moaning straight into his mouth. Eddie swallows each sound.
The one taste wasn’t enough, Eddie decides. He lets go of Buck’s dick and lifts a leg up to wrap around Buck’s waist, giving him enough leverage to flip them around. He hovers over a fucked out Buck, drinking in the sight of him.
Slowly, he makes his way down Buck’s body, kissing every inch he can reach as he goes. He licks at his throat, biting lightly. Then biting slightly harder. He can’t help himself, he needs to devour this man. Buck groans, loudly. God, he hopes the walls aren’t too thin.
Next, he makes his way to Buck’s nipples. He pulls one into his mouth, biting and licking the nub, delighting in the sounds Buck makes. Sensitive nipples, he files that away for later, when he has more time. Right now, though, he can’t stay too long. One track mind.
His mouth finds Buck’s stomach, his hands coming up to knead at the soft surface. He bites, hard, and all over. Buck’s hands fly up to grip at Eddie’s hair, pushing and pulling. Chasing the feeling and at the same time trying to run from it.
Finally, Eddie gets to his goal. He doesn’t immediately latch onto Buck’s dick, even if his mouth is drooling at the thought of getting to taste it in his entirety. He kisses lightly down and all over Buck’s groin.
He buries his nose in it and huffs. Beneath the smell of hotel body wash, he smells Buck. A smell he recognizes and, at the same time, is entirely brand new to him. Buck, Buck, Buck.
His mouth moves without much thought, going straight for Buck’s balls. One hand comes up to cup them, rolling them around while he licks at them. Buck moans, loud. So loud that Eddie feels the vibrations of it, shooting straight to his own dick which was growing painful now.
“Eddie,” Buck groans, tugging hard at his hair, “Eddie, please.”
Eddie doesn’t need him to ask twice. He pulls away from his balls and drags his head up until he’s staring at the angry tip of Buck’s cock. Precum was still spilling out, enough that Eddie starts to feel a little worried by the sheer amount. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Buck had already come.
Buck, the chronic oversharer, had shared with Eddie a really long time ago that he just does this. What a piece of information that was to get about him. One Eddie thought about a normal amount, he promises. Seeing it up close and in person, though. That was something.
Eddie finds Buck’s line of sight, giving him a quick onceover, before he leans down and wraps his lips around the tip. His tongue swirls around, collecting as much precum as he can.
He takes more of Buck in his mouthing, sinking down further and further. He bobs back up, then sicks down again. He can feel the veins beneath his tongue, and he feels almost dizzy with the feeling. He drags back up again before taking even more of him, hollowing his cheeks and sucking.
Buck’s hips snap up without warning and buries his dick deeper in Eddie’s throat.
“Sorry,” Buck whimpers, visibly trying to stop himself from doing it again.
Eddie pulls off with a wet pop, breathing heavy. “You can, you know. Fuck my throat, do it,” his voice is gravely and he feels crazy.
“God,” Buck moans, nodding his head. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, “yeah, I’m good.”
Eddie gives him a small smile before diving back in. He bobs up and down a few times before Buck’s hips snap up again. He does it slowly, like he’s scared of hurting Eddie. Eddie just reaches up and taps a hand against Buck’s hip. A silent okay.
Buck takes that and runs with it. He snaps again. And again. Over and over, Buck buries his dick further and further into Eddie. Eddie moans around it, drool and sperm dripping from his mouth. His brain feels fuzzy, he loves it.
Having his mouth on Buck, having Buck unraveling beneath him, it’s all he's wanted for so long. It’s a powerful feeling. Buck may be the one controlling the speed of his dick, but Eddie feels like the one with all the power here. Buck is falling apart because of him.
“I’m–I’m close,” Buck stutters out from above him, trying to pull Eddie off of him. Eddie just moans and pushes his head down further. He’s come this far; in for a penny, in for a pound.
“Eddie,” Buck groans, which is just about all the warning he gets before Buck is spilling into his mouth.
Eddie swallows what he can, but it's too much. After a second, he pulls off, working Buck through the rest of his orgasm with his hand, watching in awe as he continues to come. Eddie looks up at Buck’s face, needing to see how he looks when he finishes. He feels greedy, wanting to know every last part of Buck that he can.
His face is scrunched, his mouth slightly open and glistening. His chest heaves and his stomach is taut. Everything about it is perfect. Eventually, Buck does stop. His eyes flutter open, landing on Eddie.
His hand comes up to cup Eddie’s face. The way he touches him, it’s just like his dreams. It’s soft, gentle. The touch is religious. Eddie feels holy.
“Come here,” Buck whispers, and Eddie crawls to him like he’s a siren song. Buck pulls him in, despite the cum and spit all over his mouth and chin, and licks into him. It was like he wanted to taste himself, and Eddie wonders if he can.
He brings his hands to grip the sides of Buck’s face, kissing with an intensity he didn’t know he contained. He decides right there, with come drying between them and the most beautiful man he’s ever known underneath him, that yeah he believes in god.
Eddie pulls back, missing the sight of Buck’s face. A string of spit hangs in between their lips as they disconnect.
“I love you, you know?” Eddie whispers.
“I love you, too,” Buck whispers back, sounding in awe.
“Good,” Eddie nods, smiling goofily down at him.
Buck smiles back at him, still looking a little out of it, before taking a hand and reaching it in between the two of them. He finds Eddie’s crotch and squeezes. Eddie groans, pushing into the feeling.
“Why don’t I do something about that, yeah?” Buck smirks, squeezing again.
All Eddie can do is nod. He was so focused on Buck he’d almost completely forgotten about his own dick. With the reminder now, though, he can feel the pain and the desperation coursing through him. This won’t take long.
Eddie leans back to make room and Buck pushes Eddie’s sweats down, taking his underwear down with them. Eddie’s dick stands between them, angry and throbbing. Buck collects some of his own cum off his stomach, then wraps a hand around Eddie. Eddie’s entire body chases the contact.
He goes slow, painfully slow at first. Eddie reaches a hand down to squeeze at Buck’s tit, a silent beg to please go faster before Eddie dies. Buck hears him, and speeds up his motions. He turns his wrist, swiping a thumb over the tip.
“Come on, Eddie,” he eggs him on, “give it to me. Please.”
Eddie breaks. He comes hard all over Buck’s hand and stomach, his cum mixing with Buck’s and worsening the mess forming there. It slams through him like a truck and his vision goes spotty for a second.
It was probably the quickest and hardest he’s ever come. His entire body turns to jelly, slumping forward and laying entirely on top of Buck. He ignores the sticky feeling of the come, actually feeling his dick kick a little at the thought of him and Buck all mixed together.
“You good?” Buck whispers, his hopefully not-come covered hand coming to pet Eddie's hair.
Eddie nods, burying his face into the crook of Buck’s neck, inhaling the scent of sweat. He doesn’t think he can speak right now, so he places a gentle kiss on Buck’s skin and hopes that conveys what he’s trying to say.
The hand moves from his hair to scratch gently up and down his back. It’s such a nice, intimate feeling that it almost makes Eddie cry. He pulls his head back, needing to have eyes on Buck. His curls are a mess, his cheeks red. His birthmark burns darker than normal. There's a thin coat of sweat over his forehead.
Buck smiles up at him, never stopping the movement of his hand. Then, Buck breaks the perfectly nice moment by bringing his dirty hand up to his mouth and shoving his come-covered fingers past his lips.
It’s exactly what Eddie did earlier with Buck’s come, and now he gets Buck’s reaction, because watching his plump, pink lips suck at his lips and clean Eddie’s spend off of him is single-handedly the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Again, his dick kicks. He tries his best to not moan at the sight, but he loses that fight very quickly.
Eddie can’t help it. With Buck’s fingers still in his mouth, Eddie leans down and kisses him around the intrusion, his own tongue sticking out to clean some of the come off. His dick finally succeeds in hardening in between the two of them. He can feel Buck’s doing the same.
“Eddie,” Buck breathes, leaning up to his ear, “lay back for me.” His lips drag along the shell of his ear, goosebumps erupting all over his body. Eddie nods, climbing off of Buck and laying back against the pillows.
Buck pulls his sweatpants and underwear the rest of the way off and throws them to the side. “Wait just a second, okay?” Buck asks, before climbing off the bed entirely and walking over to his bag on the other side of the room.
He digs around for a minute before he pulls something out, looking over at Eddie with a proud smile. It was a fucking bottle of lube.
“You brought lube? To the firefighter competition?” Eddie asks, incredulous.
“Hey,” Buck shrugs, walking back over, still wearing that fucking robe, “you never know.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs a laugh, ignoring the stomach churning idea that Buck would be fucking anyone else while here. He was his, Buck said it himself.
“So,” Buck drawls, crawling on his knees towards Eddie, “the robe, huh?”
Eddie groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. He should’ve known Buck wasn’t going to move past what started all of this that quickly. “Don’t,” Eddie says.
“No, come on,” Buck clicks open the bottle of lube, “tell me what exactly got you sooo hot and bothered.” He pushes Eddie’s legs up, so they were now bent and Eddie was open.
Eddie goes to shoot some smart reply back at him, but gasps instead when he feels a finger circle his hole. “This okay?” Buck whispers, checking in.
“More than,” Eddie breathes.
Buck smiles at him before carefully pushing a finger in. It’s nothing and at the same time so much immediately. He needs more. He voices exactly that.
“Be patient,” Buck chides, “I’ll get there.”
Eddie doesn’t throw a tantrum at the denial but it's a damn near thing. Buck works the one finger in and out, slowly and carefully. Eddie is about to beg again for more when he slips out entirely. He hears the click of lube again and then two fingers are pushing their way inside.
Eddie moans, welcoming the intrusion. They go in and out of him, scissoring and stretching him.
“Want me to keep the robe on?” Buck asks, tone light and casual like he wasn’t currently fingering Eddie.
Eddie opens his mouth, but just as he does, Buck curls his fingers just right, finding the perfect spot inside Eddie. Eddie moans, throwing his head back and feeling his toes curl.
“F–fuck you,” Eddie manages to get out, while Buck continues his onslaught on Eddie’s prostate.
“That’s the plan,” Buck laughs. Glad he thinks this is funny.
“Buck,” Eddie moans, needing more, needing so much more.
“Almost, Eds, I promise,” Buck says, “don’t want to hurt you, okay?”
“Okay,” Eddie breaths, nodding his head. He stares up at the ceiling, feeling like he was saying hello to an old friend. This time, he wasn’t trying to avoid the very sight of his best friend. No, he thinks towards the ceiling, said best friend is currently inside me. He’s already made me come and he’s going to do so again.
God, he loves Nashville and he loves that stupid fucking bathrobe.
Buck continues to work him open and Eddie somehow finds it in himself to not beg every two seconds for Buck to put his dick in him. He’s actually kind of proud of his restraint. He can almost overlook the whines and whimpers that leave his mouth instead.
After what feels like an eternity, but really could not have been more than a few torturous minutes, Buck pulls his fingers out of Eddie.
“Doing okay?” He asks, rubbing a hand along Eddie’s thigh.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie nods, giving him a smile.
“Wait, fuck,” Buck sounds genuinely panicked and also vaguely heartbroken, “I don’t have a condom.”
“Don’t care,” Eddie says, desperate to have Buck inside of him, “I’m clean.”
“Me–me too,” Buck stutters, sounding like he couldn’t believe his luck, “are you sure?”
“Positive,” Eddie nods, “just please get in me.”
“Okay,” Buck nods, popping open the lube and squeezing some into his hand. Eddie watches through half-lidded eyes while Buck works his own dick over, slicking it up.
He leans over and lines himself up with Eddie’s hole, giving Eddie’s legs a quick squeeze, a silent I got you, before slowly sinking into Eddie. It’s so much in the best way possible. He feels himself stretch around Buck, and reaches a hand out to grab onto him. He instead gets a handful of robe and almost laughs.
He plays with the soft material in his hand, using his grip on it to pull Buck closer to him. Buck comes easily, bending Eddie almost in half as he leans in close and fully sinks into the hilt.
They both groan at the feeling, and Buck pauses, not moving. Eddie gets impatient and tries to move himself but Buck holds him in place.
“Eddie, baby, this will be over so quickly if you don’t give me a second,” Buck gives him a weak laugh.
Eddie feels a little more of that power he felt earlier. Buck was about to shoot off and it was because of him. Yeah, sue him, that was a good feeling.
Buck is still for a few more seconds before, without much warning, he moves in and out of Eddie. A quick pull and a slam. Eddie gasps, head flying back, moaning. Buck takes his response and speeds up, pumping in and out of Eddie with a perfect rhythm.
He changes his position slightly and Eddie cries out, the new angle allowing him to hit Eddie’s prostate with each slam. Buck doubles down, fucking into him even harder. He leans an arm down by Eddie’s head, hot breath hitting his face.
Eddie turns his head, pushing the arm of the bathrobe down to reveal some of Buck’s arm, then reaching his mouth out to pull the skin of Buck’s bicep into his mouth and bites down hard. Buck moans, his other hand coming up to Eddie’s hair and pulling at the locs, pushing Eddie’s face into his arm.
Buck’s face comes to rest in the crook of Eddie’s neck and he starts sucking and biting at the skin there. Eddie lets go of Buck’s arm, stretching his neck to give more space for Buck’s onslaught. Buck continues drilling into him and Eddie feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge.
He’s right there, about to spill over. Just one more thing and he’s done. Buck pulls away, bringing his face to hover over Eddie’s. His pupils are blown and his gaze is clouded. He takes a hand and pulls at Eddie’s chin, urging him to open his mouth. Eddie does so without question.
Buck leans over and spits directly into Eddie’s mouth. The minute the spit touches his tongue, Eddie comes hard, whole body snapping up and muscles going taut. Buck follows close behind him, groaning and releasing into Eddie’s body.
They're both breathing heavily, like they just ran a marathon. Eddie’s entire body feels like jelly. Buck doesn’t move from where he’s still inside Eddie and Eddie is endlessly grateful for it. He can’t be empty, not yet.
He musters all the power possible in his body to bring his arms up and circle them around Buck, bringing him down to collapse on top of him. He does, and the feeling of his weight entirely on him is the best thing Eddie has ever felt.
He takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. He turns his head slightly to leave a small kiss on Buck’s ear, leaving his mouth there as he continues to try and regulate his breathing.
“I love you,” Eddie whispers, needing to say it again, hoping it encapsulates all he isn’t capable of saying right now.
“I love you,” Buck whispers back.
They stay there until Eddie can feel Buck softening inside of him. He pulls out, slowly, and Eddie does not groan at the loss.
Buck gets off the bed and disappears into the bathroom, coming out a few seconds later with a damp towel. He climbs back on the bed and carefully starts to clean Eddie off, being extra gentle when he runs the towel over his hole. Tears spring to his eyes, being so cared for.
He’s about to pull Buck back down to him and kiss him stupid when there's a knock at the hotel room door.
“Oh, fuck,” Buck looks at him wide-eyed and laughs, “I forgot about the room service.”
Eddie can’t help it, he erupts into giggles himself. Something about the image of Buck looking so panicked over this kills him and his brain is already mush, so he decides its the funniest thing to ever happen.
“What do I do?” Buck asks, grabbing Eddie’s legs and shaking them a little. Eddie is still laughing too hard to answer.
“Uh,” Buck says before screaming towards the door, “just leave it outside please!”
The knocking doesn’t come again, so Eddie assumes they did. Buck quickly pulls the robe closed and runs towards the door, coming back a few seconds later with a tray full of food.
“You hungry?” Buck smiles, holding the tray up like a prize.
“Yeah,” Eddie nods, “I could eat.”
Buck puts the tray down carefully on the bed, then climbs on top and almost immediately starts diving in. Eddie settles next to him, completely forgetting to put clothes on, laying into Buck’s side as he picks at the food.
He wonders if he can convince Buck to steal the robe and bring it back with them. He doesn’t think he’s ready to part with it just yet.