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“Give me my phone! My phone!”
Eddie ran. Buck was tall and fast but Eddie was faster, so down the stairs he went, phone in his hand. Buck was advancing fast behind him, face red and so angry. Eddie could not hold him off for long enough before Buck tackled him to the ground as if he was a running suspect. “Calm down, Buck. Concrete, by the way.”
“Phone! Give it!” He held it close, trying to wiggle out from under him, noticing just how strong his arms were. They started scrapping, Eddie gigging a bit.
“I wrestled in high school,” he said. “Too bad for you.”
Everyone joked in high school how gay wrestling looked, and it looked no less ridiculous now, twisting his leg around Buck’s hip trying to find a way to get out of his grip. He was losing, though, and his arms effortlessly pinned him down on the concrete. Very luckily, it was just him, because several things occurred to him at once while his fingers lost their grip on Buck’s phone and the only noise between them was their breathing and the tap of his phone against the ground.
His cock was getting hard against the bottom of Buck’s stomach, much faster than was sensible. There wasn’t a way to pull off and not show, so he didn’t, not right away. And Buck didn’t move right away, either. Thank God, he thought. He didn’t want to think about this quite yet, how much he liked it that Buck had him pinned to the ground, against him. His cheeks were red, and the anger was disappearing from his eyes. Was the anger hot? He had to file that away for later. Something else was replacing them, akin to sympathy.
Oh god, no, he had to get out. He wiggled out, having to kick Buck a little bit since they’d gone and gotten themselves twisted a little bit.
“It’s just normal in wrestling, don’t worry,” he said. Whatever was going on in Buck’s mind it was pretty clear ‘don’t worry’ was out of the window.
“Uh, oh, uh, yeah, um,” his best friend stuttered and it took Eddie a second to realize why he was stuck in his pose – he was hard. He didn’t let his eyes linger long but he did realize his erection was sizeable. He forced himself to put it away again until he got home, where he’d relax onto his couch and let himself think about it again, think about Buck maybe standing above him, hand in his hair. He would think about how it felt to have Buck between his legs for a second and imagine that happening again. Luckily, the tones rang, they had to go, and turnout pants were better at concealing what was happening. At least for him. Buck was obsessively making sure his jacket was placed just right.
It was a high intensity call. High intensity shift, really. He just wanted to go home, be on his couch, let himself indulge in the things that he’d been indulging in since the priest told him to find joy- thinking about what he wanted. What he wanted was Buck. The priest never said finding joy had to mean being realistic. It could mean masturbation sessions where he thinks not about whole sex sequences but his arms, the tattoos, his chest and how it kind of bounces when he runs and was he allowed to find it hot? He wanted to grab them, tease them, twist his nipples. He wanted to know how Buck reacted to that. He wanted to go on a run with him and kneel in front of him, pull those athletic shorts down, swallow his dick, get the praise of his hand on his head. Buck touched his shoulder, serious look on his face. There were things he didn’t want to do, like think about what it all means or talk to Buck about any of this, including the fact that wrestling made him hard so maybe they shouldn’t scrap even as a joke to avoid awkward situations.
“I’m following you home.”
“Okay,” he said, unable to tell him no. Anxiety spiking, he drove home, the jeep behind him. At every stoplight he studied Buck’s face in the rearview. He still looked mad. He was in trouble, then. That’s not good.
He let him in, neither of them speaking, and handed him a beer. He wasn’t sure if it was just his body giving a Pavlovian response to end of shift opening a beer but it sure knew what time it was. He was hard. Great. There was tension in the room, though, and it felt like he was about to be confronted. He held a chair in front of him.
Buck definitely looked, eyes lingering on the center of his body for a bit and then smirking just a bit as he looked up at him again. Eddie looked away, preparing to be embarrassed and heartbroken at the same time. They were definitely about to have the ‘I don’t like you that way, man,’ conversation, he could tell. Buck came closer instead.
“So you wrestled in high school. Were you good?”
He took hold of the chair, moved it away. He was exposed, even though he was fully dressed.
“Yeah,” he said. He felt his cock leaking precum. Not only could Buck probably tell he was hard but if he kept this tension up he was also going to find out his embarrassing secret. When he got excited, really really excited, his cock got wet.
“Think you could take me?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly to both questions that could possibly be asked while his cock twitched, begging him to say yes instead.
“Wrestle me again?”
There was a second between them where he wondered what would happen if he could tell, and then he realized Buck was asking because he could already tell. Buck reached forward, tugging on his jeans but not moving to take them off. He’d grabbed onto his briefs, too. His bare knuckles were against his skin, and so so so close. He almost moaned. It took him a second to get himself together.
“Yeah,” he said and he walked to the bedroom. They were off, scrapping, and of course Buck had him on the ground. Eddie could keep up, crafty, using his legs to limit what Buck could do. He still pinned him onto the ground, though, and this time, he let himself moan.
He wanted every dirty thing, desperate, Buck hovering over him. He leaned over and kissed him. Eddie wanted his hands free so bad, because Buck’s t-shirt was touching his skin now where his own had ridden up and he wanted to feel every inch of him, but Buck didn’t let him go, kissing him again, tongue in his mouth. Eddie moaned, desperate, into the kiss. He was pressing his hips up against him, or trying, but Buck was too far away to touch. Their mouths parted for a bit but their tongues didn’t- Eddie didn’t want to be done. He moaned, and Buck indulged him, letting him keep going. Finally he sat up between his legs, letting his arms go, and took his shirt off. Eddie could barely think, except of how beautiful he was, especially with the sun shining in. He thought of how lucky he was to be here right now, right or wrong. He ran his fingernails down his chest. While he did, Buck unbuttoned Eddie’s jeans, unzipping him. Eddie lifted his hips and Buck pushed his jeans down, moving from between his legs only long enough to get them off his legs and toss them aside, then spread Eddie’s legs out again, settling in.
“Good boy, so wet,” Buck said.
Eddie whimpered. “Yeah? You like that?”
“You don’t know how much."
"God. Buck, STD tests. I was recently tested. Were you?”
“Mhm. I was. Want to see them?”
“Yeah. Mine’s on my phone. Can you…”
Buck laughed as he reached over and grabbed Eddie’s jeans, handing him his phone and opening up his phone. They traded, skimming over results.
“Good. Thank you. Hope I didn’t kill the mood.”
“Oh, you didn’t.” Buck leaned down and kissed him again, hungry, pinning his arms again. Eddie whined into it.
“I was touching you,” he whined. “Your fuckin…sexy pecs.”
“Yeah?” There was a trace of a laugh in his voice. “You like my pecs?”
“And your arms. You’re so firm, thick…you’re like a tree.”
Buck let his arms go, and Eddie returned to rubbing his chest, squeezing his nipples.
“Like a tree,” he repeated, a tiny bit of mocking, however gentle, in his voice.
“Big sturdy tree. Wanna climb you.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, greedily pushing his hand in to grab at his cock, his eyes widening as he moved his hand along his length. “Oh god you’ve got a big cock.”
Blush filled Buck’s cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “Don’t be embarrassed if you can’t fit it. I won’t get offended, promise.”
He pushed Buck’s jeans down to properly look at him, continuing to tug on his cock. Conveniently, his sex stuff was actually in a basket under the bed, and he reached for it while he noticed Buck’s eyes darken. He did not stop stroking him. “I want you to fit it inside of me, no matter what. Want you to split me apart.” He got his lube bottle out. Buck noticed other things in the basket – dildos, vibrators. They were new. He was going with this joy thing. Buck smiled a bit. Eddie blushed, pushing the basket back under the bed and handing the lube over to Buck.
“You are so fucking wet,” Buck said, sitting up properly and beginning to stroke Eddie. The precum had already leaked down his cock, onto his balls, probably some on the floor, but he let himself disappear in the blissful feeling. He rested his legs on Buck’s, now that he was kneeling. Buck could decide all he was doing today was giving him a wet handjob and it would be amazing. With ex girlfriends he usually tried to conceal this by pretending he only wanted sex or blowjobs, but here he was, open, completely vulnerable and spread out on the floor, moaning as Buck spread precum all around his cock and stroked. He just leaked more. “That’s right, baby, get it wet for me,” Buck said. Eddie let out a much louder moan. Any other guy and it might’ve gotten weird, but he would definitely let Buck call him ‘baby’ as much as he wanted.
“I think there’s enough that I don’t even need lube to get my finger inside of you. You are so fucking wet. So hot.” He slid one finger inside of him and Eddie grabbed the frame of the bed, just needing to hang onto something. He also let his legs onto the ground, spreading out farther.
“Y-yeah I get really wet when I get too aroused. Kind of embarrassing.”
“I like it. Don’t be embarrassed. Is it every time, or just days like today when you accidentally wrestle a hot guy at work?” He added another finger. “I am adding lube just to make it as comfortable as possible, by the way. You take me so well.”
“To some extent every time, but definitely not always like this.”
“Well, noted, either way. It’s incredibly hot.”
“No one’s ever found it hot before,” he said. One girl found it gross, even.
“Have they been bi guys with cum kinks?” He asked.
Eddie arched his back. “Nope, straight women,” he said.
“Well then. I find it hot. You’re taking it so well for me. You look so good, Eddie. It’s normal, by the way.”
“What’s normal?”
“Leaking precum when you’re hard. I do it, too.” He reached down to stroke Buck and found he wasn’t lying. Feeling greedy, again, he didn’t spread it around, but lifted his hand up to his face and sucked it off, giving Buck wide, innocent eyes as he did so. He felt Buck move against him, cock brushing on his thigh, giving a growl. Eddie hadn’t swallowed yet, so he showed him his tongue.
“My god,” he said, leaning down and kissing him, removing his fingers from his ass and scrambling for the lube bottle, hurriedly getting his cock wet. “Want me?” he asked. His enormous cock was pressed against his hole now. Part of him seriously doubted he could do it. It was so big and so thick. He had a similarly big dildo he’d bought himself and had tried once or twice but just couldn’t get it in. He wanted this, though. He wanted his come inside of him. He wanted whatever was coming, even if it was this huge tree of a man splitting him apart.
“Yes please,” he said, and held onto Buck’s arms as he pressed in, easily getting past what was so hard for Eddie to do himself.
“You’ve been practicing for me? I could see the toys.”
Eddie moaned out. “Yeah. Leaning into the finding joy thing. Didn’t think this was---I can’t do *this* by myself. You feel amazing.”
Buck leaned down to keep kissing him, and Eddie wrapped his legs around his back. First, they were just sloppy, the two of them creating more saliva than usual and neither minded but then Buck really did spit in his mouth and Eddie groaned. There was something about it- marking his territory, maybe? Establishing dominance? But it was hot, and he didn’t feel the need to justify why especially since Buck was now pounding into him. His thighs were shaking. “I’m going to come but I don’t want it to stop.”
“So I won’t stop. Trust me?”
“I do.” He pulled Buck down again. More kisses. He could feel it coming like a wave and cried out, Buck kissing down his jawline, his neck, but still going. This was a hell of a way to experience afterglow, he thought. But he wanted it. He let himself get lost, eyes rolling back in his head, as he felt Buck going faster. His own pressure started building again. He didn’t even think his refractory period was over, if this was even possible, but he was going with it. Buck was going harder now and he came, beautiful above him, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing onto Eddie’s bedframe, filling him. He knew he needed more. He was close, he was going to come again, not that he’d ever had two at a time, but he got himself out from under Buck and sat on the bed. Buck got to his knees, looking at him with a sense of wonder. Eddie stroked his hair, gentle.
“Can I, uh..”
“Please. I need more.”
“Oh, greedy. I like it.” He looked at his cock, licking his lips exactly like he was in a candy store and went down, not bothering to lick him clean before he swallowed, Eddie lay back, whimpering. He could feel the cum running down his thigh, some landing on his thankfully not made bed. He didn’t care. He was going to ask this man to fuck him again, fill him up again, let it run down his thigh again, let him be shaky, crosseyed and sloppy with what he did to him, but right now he was pushing his hips up slightly and his cock slid down Buck’s throat. He grabbed at his hair, vowing to never let this man suck undeserving cock again. Just his. Only his. Buck was moving up on him from deepthroating him and the movement made him come, so when Buck climbed up over him, he could see the white on his chin, lips, in his mouth. He pulled him aggressively into a kiss. Buck indulged him, separating their mouths and letting the cum drip down into his. God this was so obscene. It was dirty. He wanted all of it. He wanted more. He pulled his hair again to pull him down into another kiss.