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“Um, why have I never seen you in this?” Buck’s words are muffled from where he’s bent over and half lost in the back of Eddie’s closet. Well actually, it’s now technically their shared closet. That’s the reason for this clean-out after all.
When he pulls back, he’s holding a brown suede cowboy hat. It’s soft and worn, something abuelo had gotten him in high school when he’d taken him to his first rodeo. Those are some of his fondest memories of his grandfather. He hasn’t seen the hat in years—probably since the move to LA. There’s never been an occasion to break it out here, so it’d gotten lost in the depths of his closet.
“Never had an opportunity to wear it,” he shrugs, elbowing past Buck so he can throw a pair of sweatpants he’s only worn once into the donation pile. Buck only has half of his attention as he’s debating over a pair of jeans he hasn’t worn in awhile. They’re also on their way to the donation pile when they’re jerked away from him.
That catches his full attention.
Buck is clutching the jeans to his chest with a horrified look on his face. The cowboy hat now sits on his own head and a scarf Tía Pepa had knit him for Christmas two years ago is wrapped around his neck. He looks absurd. Eddie loves him.
“Are you playing dress up or are you actually trying to help me make room for your stuff?” He asks, hands on his hips. He should’ve sent Buck to the grocery store while he did this. It’s taking twice as long with him here second guessing everything Eddie throws out, and demanding he keep random niche pieces Eddie should’ve gotten rid of years ago.
“You can’t get rid of these jeans. They’re your best jeans. Your ass looks so good in them,” Buck is still holding said jeans close to his chest like he’s afraid they might vanish into thin air. He’s avoiding the dress up allegations.
“Baby, the whole point of this is to get rid of shit. You can’t demand I keep everything.”
“Not these jeans, Eddie.” Buck’s not backing down. “Here, these in their place,” he throws a pair of shorts from the ‘keep’ pile over instead. “I know you’re new to this whole thing, but gay men shouldn’t wear cargo shorts anyways.”
“Okay, fuck you,” he says, but there’s no bite to it, and he does let the shorts go without anymore of a fight.
“Now, back to the most important thing here,” Buck starts. Eddie watches him tuck the jeans safely away into a drawer that has already been emptied and labeled as his. “Anytime you have ever been in the same room as me was plenty enough occasion to break this bad boy out,” he says, pointing to the hat on his head.
“You’re ridiculous, man,” Eddie rolls his eyes, moving to bag up everything they’ve decided can be donated so far. They can drop it off at the thrift store on their way to pick Chris up from school in a few hours.
“I’m so serious,” Buck insists, reaching up to take the hat off his head. Eddie doesn’t bother to move, he stands still as Buck plops it on him instead.
“Happy now?” He asks Buck, settling him with an unimpressed look.
And the best part is, Buck does look almost awed—like Eddie in a cowboy hat is a religious experience for him.
“I’m going to be honest with you, this may be the best day of my life,” Buck says and he sounds completely genuine. “This is doing something for me,” he admits, and Eddie recognizes the saunter to his step as he stalks towards him. It’s like a shift, the air in the room changing, a zip of electricity between them.
“The cowboy hat does it for you?” He asks, rolling his eyes. “Didn’t you work on a dude ranch? If this is a thing for you I don’t know how you managed that.”
“You in a cowboy hat does it for me,” Buck clarifies, pressing himself up flush against Eddie, so he can feel where he’s starting to get hard. Jesus, just from Eddie wearing a fucking cowboy hat.
“You’re easy,” he teases, and some people might have shame, but Buck just preens. He likes nothing better than Eddie implying he’s a bit of a slut.
Honestly, this is Eddie’s favorite thing about being in love with his best friend. It’s just fun. They’ve always loved riling each other up, and now that riling ends with orgasms. What could be better?
“Very,” Buck agrees with a shrug. “And actually, could you maybe put those jeans on for me with the cowboy hat?”
He’s probably serious in his request, but Eddie can only pull him down into a kiss. The hat gets knocked off as Buck shoves him until they both land in a heap on the bed. There are clothes everywhere and they both shove at them blindly, not bothering to break apart, as they make room for their bodies.
Buck is a big guy, but he never feels larger than when he’s got Eddie pressed to the mattress beneath him, thighs spread wide to accommodate his breadth between them. It’s not something he would’ve ever guessed he would like until the first time it happened—now it’s one of his favorite places to be.
Not today though. Right now he has other plans.
Buck’s licking and into his mouth, and he lets him, hands roaming down over warm, solid muscle until he can lift at his t-shirt. They have to break apart so he can pull it up and off, and while he’s got Buck distracted he uses a practiced move to roll them until he’s got him shirtless and flat on his back beneath him. Eddie’s smug, as he smiles down at him, sitting proudly astride his hips.
He’s got Buck’s full attention as he pulls his own shirt up and off. Blue eyes roam hungrily over his chest and big, warm hands come to rest on his thighs over his sweatpants, grabbing at him needily.
Of course, Eddie has been the object of people’s attraction in his lifetime. He recognizes and not in a vain way, that he’s good looking, but nobody has ever looked at him the way Buck is right now. It’s a heady thing, turning his blood molten and hot in his veins. For him, want has never been like this. He’s not sure if it’s just because Buck was the first man he’s been with, but he suspects it’s just Evan Buckley himself. There’s no way anyone else can compare.
“You lost your hat, cowboy,” he smirks, grabbing it from where it had been knocked off earlier and settling it back down over Buck’s curls.
And okay, maybe here with him spread out underneath him in only his jeans and the hat , Eddie can agree that yeah, maybe Buck in a cowboy hat does it for him too. Because he grew up in Texas, has been to rodeos, and seen plenty of real life cowboys, but none of them had ever affected him like this. Fuck, he wants to swallow Buck whole.
“You know the first time you called me that was right before I went up the ladder. I think it scrambled my brain a bit, might’ve been that that stopped my heart, not the lightning strike.”
It’s a shock to hear Buck joking about the strike. They rarely talk about it, much less joke about it. It’s always been just a little too raw. There were three full minutes and seventeen seconds where his heart was beating and Buck’s wasn’t and that ache is still too tender.
Or, it was. Before when Buck wasn’t his. When he’d had to face the reality of a world without this . Now they can have one another in every way, and it doesn’t undo that pain, but it’s easier to manage.
“Those could’ve been the last words I heard and I wouldn’t have even had a chance to get off to them yet,” Buck is truly smirking now and it’s so ridiculous Eddie can do nothing but laugh.
“Oh my god,” he’s still laughing as he leans down and captures Buck’s mouth in another kiss. “You’re an idiot,” the words are fond and muttered against Buck’s own smiling lips.
There’s such a giddiness in knowing that Buck is his. This sense of belonging that he found since they decided to take this leap into something more leaves him feeling settled. It’s like all of the pieces have finally slotted into place and he can clearly see his future. It’s this forever and that’s so fucking exciting. It’s him and Buck having fun and loving each other until the end.
Buck’s hands reach out to grab at his ass, using that to urge him into a steady grind as the kiss turns more heated. Desire bubbles through him and he bites at Buck’s bottom lip in a claim. He lets a hand trail down, thumbing over Buck’s nipple in a way that makes him gasp and his cock twitch. He’s fully hard now, and Eddie knows he’s undoubtedly wet at the tip. It makes his mouth water to think about it.
“Get these off,” he demands, pulling back from the kiss, hands finding their way to the button on his jeans. He needs Buck naked now. Buck doesn’t let him get far, moving to press kisses down his jaw and neck. Eddie won’t let himself be distracted, he shoves Buck back so he’s laid back against the pillows. It knocks the hat askew a bit, but neither of them bother to adjust it.
“Off,” Eddie repeats more sternly this time. Buck complies with clumsy hands, wiggling himself out of his jeans as Eddie moves off of him so he can rid himself of his own sweatpants and briefs. When they come back together, they’re both completely naked and he’s got their lube in hand.
Eddie finds his rightful spot, straddling Buck’s hips again. The head of Buck’s cock is wet and leaves a sticky streak across the inside of his thigh and against his ass as he gets settled.
“You gonna fuck me?” Buck asks, hand wrapping around Eddie’s dick and jerking it lazily.
“Had something else in mind,” Eddie hums, flicking the cap off the lube and slicking up his fingers. He shifts enough that he can reach back and slide one inside himself.
“Fuck, yeah, yeah,” Buck breathes, eyes wide and head nodding in agreement as he takes in the sight before him. He keeps stroking Eddie’s cock and his other arm curls behind his head, giving himself a better view and putting his bicep on display. The position makes him look smug, and Eddie won’t admit it, but that look makes him feel like honey—golden and sticky sweet.
A second finger quickly slips in, and a third shortly after. He’s focused on efficiency, working quickly so he can get Buck’s cock inside of him. There’s no finesse when the want is this strong. The ache of needing Buck like this settles into his teeth. He deems himself ready much sooner, than Buck would if he was the one prepping him. Buck has leaked so much they almost don’t need more lube, but uses the excess to slick his cock anyways.
“As they say in Texas,” Eddie lets the drawl roll extra thick over his words. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” he finishes with a wink.
The way Buck chokes on his next inhale is visible. He can practically see his brain restoring to factory settings, as he looks up at Eddie like he’s a god. It’s an intoxicating feeling. There’s a power in having a man like Buck looking at you with such reverence. It was something he never could’ve imagined before, but sitting on Buck’s cock makes him feel powerful.
He reaches down, plucking the hat from where it’s all but fallen off Buck’s head and onto the pillows with his clean hand, and puts it on his own head. He’s gonna ride Buck in this damn cowboy hat and make his boy’s dream come true.
“I think I may come before I’m even inside you,” Buck warns and he might just think his boyfriend was just talking shit, but Buck has been known to have a bit of a hairpin trigger (the first time Eddie sucked him off he lasted for approximately two bobs of his head, something Eddie has never let him live down).
“Nope,” Eddie says, sternly in that tone that never fails to make Buck listen. “You’re going to be a good boy and let me use you to get off first,” he leaves no room for arguments, but he does grip the base of Buck’s cock tight enough to stave off his orgasm as he lines himself up and sinks down on his dick.
As usual, being this full of Buck takes his breath away—the stretch is so much for a minute he’s convinced he can’t take it before it ebbs into an almost euphoria. It’s like he can feel him in his fucking throat, and he lets himself just sit for a moment, listening to the way Buck is chanting his name like a prayer. His whole body is tense, trying so hard to be good for Eddie, abs clenching with the effort it takes not to come. He’s so fucking good, Eddie wants to take him apart with his teeth.
“You alright, baby?” He asks, hand rubbing over Buck’s flank. For a second he debates thumbing at a nipple, but he doesn’t want to torture his boy too much—at least not yet. Buck’s got his eyes squeezed shut, and he looks almost meditative. Eddie wants an answer before he makes another move.
“Yeah, I actually didn’t believe in God until right this moment, and I just needed to thank him real quick,” Buck finally answers, eyes heavy lidded as he finally opens them.
That startles a laugh out of Eddie. Briefly he thinks of how amusing it would be to go back and tell freshly fifteen-year-old Eddie sitting in a suit two sizes too big and holding his Bible during confirmation that in almost two decades he’ll be having sex with a man he loves and who will make jokes about the existence of God during that sex, and it won’t send him spiraling. There won’t be a flutter of panic, just laughter and love.
“Just to clarify, were you thanking God for me sitting on your cock in nothing but a cowboy hat, or for the stamina you needed to not come immediately?”
“Both,” Buck’s laughing himself now and it looks like he can’t help himself when he leans up so he can meet Eddie’s mouth, licking inside in a way that makes Eddie’s own dick twitch. They’re both more careful this time, making sure not to disturb the hat sitting on his head.
“Enough,” Eddie decides after a minute, shoving Buck back down against the pillows. He straightens the hat again so it’s sitting perfectly straight. “Hands to yourself,” he instructs.
Buck complies, making a show of settling against the pillows. He tucks both of his hands behind his head, biceps bulging and tattoos on display. He’s got that smug, almost giddy look about him again—like he wants nothing more than Eddie ordering him around, telling him exactly what he can do to be good.
Once he has Buck exactly like he wants him, Eddie finally starts to move his hips, lifting himself up until just the head of Buck’s cock is still inside of him before he drops back down. It shocks a choked out sound out of both of them.
Eddie is actually a fairly skilled dancer, and he uses that expertise now as he finds a rhythm working himself on Buck’s cock. The slap of skin on skin is loud, and the way Buck’s moaning is nearly pornographic. This is a rare chance for them to be as loud as they want, and Eddie is so grateful for it. It drives him a little insane how needy and loud Buck gets when he’s not forcing himself to keep quiet.
When he finds the angle that hits his prostate just right, Eddie curses loudly and reaches out a hand to Buck’s shoulder, letting his thumb rub at the juncture where it meets the hollow of his neck. He uses that leverage to work himself faster. As much as he might like to make a permanent home sitting on Buck’s cock, he knows it’s futile. It’s not going to take long for either of them to come.
Sweat beads along his hairline underneath the hat, and Eddie’s not sure that he’ll ever be able to wear it again without thinking of this moment—Buck so pink and desperate for him, arms tucked away, and nipples hard. God, he kind of wants a picture of this moment right here. He’s the one getting fucked, but Buck looks absolutely wrecked.
“Eddie, please,” Buck’s voice is rough, and he’s begging so prettily. It just makes Eddie work himself harder, his thighs are burning, and he loves it. It’s the same way they ache after a good workout. Undoubtedly, he’ll be sore tomorrow and he’s looking forward to it. It’s like a badge of honor, a reminder of a job well done.
“You wanna touch me?” He asks, because he always knows what Buck wants—even when he can’t find words to say it. “Wanna get me off so you can come?”
Buck is worrying his bottom lip between his own teeth and the way he looks alone could probably take Eddie over the edge. Maybe another day, right now he wants Buck’s hand on him.
“Yes, Eddie, please. Can I?” He asks, eyes wide and earnest. He waits for Eddie to nod his approval before he gets a hand between them. The drag is a little dryer than he normally likes, but this is going to be over too soon for that to really matter. Buck doesn’t stop there. His other hand comes up, pinching at Eddie’s nipple. That’s usually more of Buck’s thing—having his nipples played with, but Eddie’s so turned on and sensitive now it feels like an electric current jolts through him at the touch.
“So good, baby,” he praises, and it only takes five more thrusts and Buck’s fingers brushing over his other nipple before he’s coming over Buck’s fist and both of their stomachs with a curse.
As he comes down, his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. Normally he’d pull off (or demand Buck pull out) because he gets so sensitive after he comes, but Buck has been so patient and he wants to reward him. He’s gone completely still beneath Eddie, jaw tensed and he’s still rock hard.
“You were such a good boy,” he hums, rubbing his thumb over that same spot on Buck’s neck. Buck just whimpers at that. Sometimes when Eddie is fucking him if he calls him a good boy he’ll come untouched, but for now he’s still so good—just barely bucking his hips up, but still holding off. His own clean hand comes up, grabbing at Eddie’s wrist and urging the hand he’d been using for leverage over until it’s hovering over his throat.
“Jesus,” Eddie breathes, because Buck never fails to take his breath away. “Okay, baby. You've been so good for me. Want you to come inside me. Fill me up, cowboy. Mark me as yours.”
His hand curls around Buck’s throat, not tight enough to actually cut off his air flow, but just enough so that he can feel it. Buck’s hips snap up, fucking up into him hard enough that Eddie hisses. Just before it gets to be too much, Buck spills inside of him. He pulls his hand away from his neck immediately, instead petting at his cheek, praise falling from his lips.
“Holy shit,” Buck gasps out, and his chest is heaving like Eddie had really choked him.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, carefully lifting off of him. He can feel Buck’s come dropping down his thighs. His own cock gives a twitch at that and maybe if he was fifteen years younger he might get hard again, as it is he needs a shower and a nap.
“I think that was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“I’ll take that as a win,” Eddie laughs, and he does feel like it’s a win. Buck has had a lot of sex with a lot of people, and Eddie always aims to be number one at everything he does.
Eddie flops down beside Buck. They’re both covered in come at this point and any clothes that didn’t make it to the floor before they started are going to have to end up in the wash. They may never get their closet sorted, but Buck’s here to stay now, even if his clothes are just in garbage bags stashed around the room. Eddie will take it.
“Okay, shower and then one of us needs to go get Chris from school,” he reminds, but he makes no move to actually get up.
Buck hums in agreement beside him, but he doesn’t get up either. He just rolls over, propping himself up on an elbow so he can look at Eddie.
“Actually, I think I saw some of your old army uniforms in there,” Buck nods his head towards the closet. “I think I’ve got a few ideas for them as well.”