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Buck keeps replaying what Tommy said to him his entire drive to the liquor store and then right to Eddie’s.
If I were to move in… you wouldn’t mean to, you wouldn’t plan for it, but you’d end up breaking my heart.
I’m not your last— I’m your first.
After Tommy left, Buck sat there for about five minutes in shock and unsure what to even think about what was happening— and his heart was beating hard and fast.
When the initial shock wore off— Eddie came to his mind. He knows he needs to process this but right now all he really needed to do was get some beers and drive over to see his best friend.
That’s what he needs so he focused on that and that’s how he’s now sitting in Eddie’s driveway pulled up next to his truck.
Those two things Tommy said were itching in his brain though— what the hell does he mean by that?
If he’s just his first, who the hell is his last? Why would Buck break his heart when Buck’s heart is the one that always breaks? The one who always ends up alone— again.
So he goes to see Eddie knowing that he’ll never be alone with him. They’re so close, they can sit in silence together and it means so much. It helps so much for Buck to have someone he can be himself with.
And—
Buck’s walking up towards the door when he sees a flash in his peripheral. He stops and looks to the window of Eddie’s house— he sees him dancing in his living room through the slightly drawn curtains. Buck smiles at the sight before Eddie moves to the couch— no longer in view.
As he stands there still looking at the window, it clicks.
Eddie— he’s his last.
Tommy thinks that if he moved in with Buck he’d end up with a broken heart because he knows that eventually— somehow— someday— Buck would realize his feelings for Eddie and they could no longer be together.
This is the moment.
Seeing Eddie move across his living room so freely— a huge smile on his face— it instantly brought joy to how sad he thought he felt over this breakup.
Buck shakes the thought away— he can’t do this right now. This can’t possibly be true. Eddie’s straight. There’s nothing that could happen between them.
He finds himself moving towards the door again and knocks.
After a moment, he hears through the door and music— OW! FUCK!!! And some groaning.
Eddie.
Buck tries the door and it’s locked— he quickly reaches in his jacket pocket for his keys and unlocks the door.
“Eddie??” He calls the second he’s inside, rushing to the living room.
“Buck??” Eddie calls back, confused and sounds like he’s hurt.
He sees Eddie on the floor next to the coffee table— in a pink button down shirt and underwear, something to ask him about later— clutching his left shoulder in pain.
Buck quickly puts the beer on the coffee table and says, “Shit, Eddie— what happened?” as he gets down on his knees next to him, assessing his injury.
“I heard you knock and was gonna come get the door but I tripped over the coffee table somehow and bashed my shoulder right into it. I think I dislocated it,” Eddie informs him. “You need to make me a sling and take me to the hospital.”
“Got it,” Buck says, moving to immediately do as he’s instructed by his partner. Buck shakes the feeling he gets thinking of Eddie as a different meaning of partner away so he can do what he has to do.
“I got one in my medical kit in my room,” Eddie snaps him back into it so Buck rushes off. “Some pants too!” He hears Eddie call after him.
Buck finds the sling in the kit and grabs Eddie’s gray sweatpants that are on his bed then rushes back to Eddie’s side. He puts the sling around him and helps him stand up. He’s in pain and Buck knows the feeling all too well.
“Here sit down,” Buck instructs him, helping him down onto the couch. “It’ll be easier this way to get your pants on,” he adds as he sits on the coffee table across from Eddie.
Buck lifts Eddie’s right leg and helps him put it through the pant leg then does the same with his left leg. Eddie’s bracing himself on Buck’s shoulder with his right hand and Buck helps him get up so he can pull the pants the rest of the way up.
He gets his shoes and puts them on him then the two are walking out to Buck’s truck and to the hospital.
Not the way Buck thought he’d be spending his Saturday night when he got up that morning but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than making sure Eddie was okay.
*
Eddie did dislocate his left shoulder. He has to be in a sling for weeks. Well, at minimum two weeks but it could be up to six weeks.
Buck feels so bad because it’s also Eddie’s dominant hand so he knows he’ll need help with things especially since he’s living alone— Chris is still not back yet.
Eddie’s also off from work for the time being as his arm heals. Buck knows all too well how it feels to be forced to stay home and rest— Eddie does too— they all do in this line of work— doesn’t mean he’ll let Eddie feel the brunt of it.
Buck brings Eddie back home from the hospital, unlocking the door for them to head inside. It’s late— almost three in the morning— and Eddie looks over at Buck, he knows he’s exhausted, and Eddie gives him a look.
“I’m not leaving,” Buck tells him.
“Buck—“ Eddie starts to protest.
“Eddie,” Buck interrupts. “You just dislocated your shoulder on your dominant arm— I’m not leaving. You’ll need help.”
“Fine,” Eddie surrenders instantly— though he knows Eddie’s grateful to have him helping him.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Buck tells him.
Eddie rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Yeah.”
They walk to Eddie’s bedroom— Eddie in his white tank top with the sling on, his pink button down on his right arm and loosely over his left injured shoulder. Buck takes that off of him before Eddie pulls his blanket back with his right hand. Buck helps Eddie settle in without hurting his shoulder.
Buck puts the blanket over him and says, “Call my name if you need help— don’t try to do it yourself if you’re in pain, okay?”
“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, his eyes already closing.
“Eddie—“
“Fine, yes, Buck, I will call your name if I need help,” Eddie says, peeking an eye open to look at him. “Promise.”
“Good,” Buck smiles. “Goodnight,” he says, looking down at a snuggly Eddie in bed with a sling on— he just wants to kiss it better.
“Night, Buck,” Eddie mumbles, a small smile on his lips.
Buck watches him for another moment— maybe a moment too long as Eddie says without opening his eyes, “I’m fine, Buck.”
Wow caught staring and his eyes are closed.
“Okay, okay,” Buck says, backing away. He closes Eddie’s light— leaving the door open, he makes his way out into the hallway and grabs the spare pillow and blanket from the linen closet and goes back to the living room.
He sees the unopened— now room temperature— beer on the coffee table and brings it to the kitchen. He puts them in the fridge and grabs the water from the fridge. He pours two glasses— he drinks one then brings the other to Eddie, placing it on his bedside table.
“Buck,” Eddie mumbles in his sleep— or is he awake hearing him bring him water?
“Just brought you water, Eds,” Buck tells him.
“Mmmm,” Eddie hums softly, a fond smile on his face from what he can see with the bit of light shining into the dark room. “Buck— the best.”
Buck can’t help but smile at a sleepy and sweet Eddie. He finds himself pushing Eddie’s hair gently off his forehead and his hand lingers slightly but then he feels Eddie lean into the touch, smiling softly.
Buck’s heart pounds in his chest.
He’s in love with his best friend. Fuck.
*
It took three days before Eddie told Buck to go home.
He was nicer than that about it but still— he told Buck he’ll be fine and he doesn’t need to stay on his couch any longer.
Buck relented, not wanting to upset Eddie or become a burden on him when all he wants to do is help him. Not staying over every night doesn’t mean that Buck still can’t come over every day to make sure Eddie is okay.
So that’s what Buck does over the next two weeks.
He comes over bright and early on his days off— and even before his shift— to check in on Eddie. He makes him breakfast, does chores for him around the house, runs errands for him, even helps him get changed when he can’t get on a certain shirt. Those are the things he does for him on days off— when he has work, he comes to make him breakfast and see that he’s okay then returns after work to make them dinner and help clean up around the house.
Buck knows Eddie doesn’t want his help because he doesn’t want to feel like he can’t do anything for himself— or even to burden Buck— but he also knows that deep down Eddie likes having him around. He doesn’t tell Buck to not come— he doesn’t tell Buck he doesn’t need him— he doesn’t do any of that, instead, he says see you tomorrow before Buck leaves every night.
Buck goes with Eddie to his doctor's appointment— it’s been two weeks since he’s been in the sling and the doctor wants to see how he’s healed. He tells Eddie that he should leave it on a few more days but he’s healing well and shouldn’t have any problem taking it off in three to five days— depending on how he feels— or any problem returning to work.
It’s great news— Buck’s really missed having Eddie by his side at work. It always feels off to be at work without him— those are definitely his least favorite shifts.
The doctor signs a note for Eddie that he can return to work in a week from now so that Eddie can give that to Bobby and the two are on their way back to Eddie’s. When they get there, Eddie heads to his room to change out of his jeans into sweatpants— claiming he can do it himself— so Buck gets started on making them dinner.
Eddie joins him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter near where Buck is cooking the sausages in a pan on the stove— he’s making rigatoni pasta with sausages and mushrooms for dinner.
“Smells good,” Eddie tells him.
Buck blushes— as he always does when Eddie compliments him on anything. “Thanks,” he says softly, adding the mushrooms to the pan now that the sausages are no longer pink in color.
He sees Eddie go to the fridge and take two beers out with his right hand. He puts them down on the counter and Buck immediately opens them both for them, handing one over to Eddie. Their fingers brush softly as he takes the offered beer bottle and Buck feels himself blush.
He clinks his beer against Eddie’s and says, “To you almost getting your sling off and coming back to work.”
Eddie chuckles, “Cheers to that,” he says before taking a sip of his drink. He moves to take a seat at the table and chat with Buck while he cooks.
It doesn’t take all that long before the food is ready so they move over to the living room to eat while they watch a movie. Buck suggests the movie My Policeman since it has Harry Styles and the couple of movies he’s seen him in he thinks he’s a pretty decent actor. Eddie doesn’t care what they watch so he puts on Buck’s choice.
They devour their food quickly— Buck thinks it’s great but he knows it is by the noises Eddie makes while he eats, all the humming and light moaning— he’s trying not to think naughty thoughts but it’s hard not to when the man of his dreams is sitting right next to him, their thighs touching, and he’s going mmmmm with every bite of his cooking.
He finally finishes so Buck takes his plate and puts it with his plate on the coffee table. They lean back, getting comfier on the couch as they get into this movie.
They’re still sitting pretty close— Buck is sitting in the corner and Eddie is on his left— their thighs still touching. Eddie’s right hand is lying loosely on his leg and his other arm is still in the sling, resting against him. Buck’s got both his hands in his own lap, finding himself getting nervous— about what he’s not sure.
On the screen, the two actors start fucking on the couch. One is straddling the other and they’ve got their hands intertwined on the back of the couch. It’s hot .
Too hot to be watching sitting so closely to his best friend that he’s in love with.
He feels rather than sees Eddie shift in his seat. He looks over at him and he’s visibly shifting and trying to subtly adjust himself in his pants— oh my God, is this turning Eddie on?
“You good?” Buck asks him, seeing that Eddie is sitting back up— his leg still pressed against his and making Buck feel hotter than before.
Eddie blushes and God — he blushes so easily it needs to be studied. “Huh? Yeah— it’s nothing,” he tries to brush it off. Buck gives him one of his don’t bullshit me looks and Eddie sighs, giving in. He adds, “I’ve just been a bit— sexually frustrated since my injury. I haven’t really been able to— you know—” he makes a jerking motion with his right hand and Buck finds himself blushing now. Oh. “I tried a couple times to like— get it going with my right hand but since it’s not my dominant hand, it just doesn’t really work the way I need it to.”
Buck is blushing and now feeling squirmy himself with the thought of Eddie trying to jerk off with his non-dominant hand. A thought pops into his head— a reminder of another time they spoke about Eddie being sexually frustrated months ago when he found out Marisol used to be a nun— and he finds himself saying out loud, “Wish I could help.”
Eddie looks at him— their eyes are locked on each other— they pause for a moment, letting what Buck said settle between them. Eddie looks away so Buck does too— focusing back on the TV where the movie is still playing.
Eddie then says, “Well— technically, there is one way you could,” as he chuckles awkwardly.
Buck’s eyes snap back to Eddie who is already looking at him— beat red from blushing so hard. Fuck— is he really about to do this right now?
“Yeah? You that hard up, Eds?” Buck asks in a low voice, his own cock getting hard quick just at the thought of jerking Eddie off right now. He sees Eddie squirm in his seat again, his leg pressing harder against Bucks. Oh he wants this just as bad. “Need a hand to jerk that perfect cock of yours?”
Eddie lets a soft moan slip out before biting his bottom lip.
“Take it out,” Buck tells him, taking control now that he knows Eddie actually does want this.
Eddie quickly puts his right hand in his sweats and shimmies slightly in his seat to get them down a bit and take his already hard cock out for Buck to see. Eddie holds it at the base, squeezing it slightly. Buck can’t look away— this is a moment he’s replayed over and over in his head for two weeks.
He looks back up at Eddie who’s watching him, biting his bottom lip and Buck really wants to suck that lip into his mouth but he’s not sure he can do that so instead— as he makes eye contact with Eddie— he spits into his right hand and wraps it around Eddie’s cock.
Eddie removes his own hand instantly and moans at the feel of Buck’s slick hand wrapped around his aching cock. “Fuck,” he says as his hips jerk up to fuck into Buck’s hand that’s sliding up and down, twisting at the head, working him so good .
Buck’s body is half turned towards Eddie, his own cock aching for some relief in his pants. He takes his left hand and squeezes himself through his pants as he works Eddie harder and faster, listening to all the sweet moans escaping those perfect lips.
Eddie throws his head back onto the back of the couch and moans louder— his hips thrusting up into Buck’s hand. “Kiss my neck,” he tells him, sounding so blissed out. If this is how he sounds getting a hand job he can’t even imagine how good he sounds getting fucked.
Buck immediately does as he’s told— wanting so badly to kiss Eddie. He leans into Eddie and brings his lips to his neck right under his jaw. He leaves a small kiss on the underside of his jaw close to his lips before trailing his lips down to his neck and sucking a small mark right at the base of his neck.
Eddie moans loudly, his right hand coming up to rest on Buck’s head, keeping him right there on his neck as he thrusts his hips up to continue to fuck into Buck’s hand. “Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” Eddie lets out and Buck moans so loudly against his neck, his cock aching in his pants— feeling so close to cumming untouched.
“Shit,” Eddie lets out. Buck can feel some precum on his hand, making it all the more slick so Eddie can fuck his hand even better. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Mmmm,” Buck moans against his neck in agreement, peppering kisses all along his neck. Eddie’s neck is going to be full of small hickeys.
“I’m close,” Eddie warns him before cumming hard into and onto Buck’s hand with a moan of his name, “Fuuuuck, Buck.”
Buck works him through his orgasm as Eddie lets go of his head and he can pull his mouth away from his neck to see Eddie’s face as he cums— he’s beautiful.
When Eddie’s done, Buck carefully lets him go. He’s so fucking hard in his pant— his cock is aching for something, anything.
Eddie’s eyes look down to Buck’s pants and he must be able to see how hard he is through his sweatpants as they don’t do anything to conceal his erection. Eddie looks back up at him and says, “Touch yourself— I want to watch you.”
“Fuck, Eddie—” Buck moans, instantly using his clean hand to pull his cock out of his pants and wrapping his cum covered hand around his aching cock and starts to stroke himself using Eddie’s cum.
“Holy shit,” Eddie moans watching Buck stroke himself.
Buck doesn’t take his eyes off of Eddie as he watches him touch himself. He’s already so close— he was so hard just jerking Eddie off he doesn’t know what he’d do if he ever got to be inside of him.
“What are you thinking about?” Eddie asks him, smirking at him, teasing him.
“What it would be like to fuck you— you’re probably so fucking tight,” Buck moans, twisting his wrist at the head of his cock.
Eddie moans— Buck can see Eddie’s cock twitch, he’s starting to get hard again watching Buck touch himself, fuck. “Yeah? You thought about fucking me a lot, haven’t you, baby?”
Baby— fuck .
“Yes,” he moans, biting his bottom lip. “You’re so fucking hot, Eds— you probably look so good getting fucked hard in that perfect ass of yours.”
Eddie moans, “Would look great with that huge cock of yours pounding into it over and over again. You’d give it to me so good, wouldn’t you, Buck? Make me feel so good.”
“Yes— so good, Eds, I’d fuck you so good, make you feel so good,” Buck rambles out. “I’d be such a good boy for you.”
“You are— you’re so good. God, look at you— that big cock would feel so good in my tight hole, stretch me out so good, baby,” Eddie continues and Buck can feel a stream of precum slide down his hand.
“Yes— fuck, Eddie, want you so bad. I’m so close,” Buck tells him.
“Cum for me, Buck, show me why they call you firehose,” Eddie teases and it’s all it takes for Buck to moan, “Eddie,” and cum hard in his hand and all over it.
Eddie watches him— his eyes never leaving him— as Buck works himself through his orgasm. He finally finishes and reaches behind him for a tissue from the end table next to the couch. He cleans himself off before tossing the tissue onto the plates still on the coffee table.
They both put themselves back into their pants and smile at each other shyly.
“Well that was unexpected,” Buck says softly.
“Good unexpected or—?”
“Very good— something I’ve wanted for so long. Everything I said was true, Eddie,” Buck tells him honestly.
Eddie smiles so fondly and says, “I really need you to kiss me now.”
Buck is leaning in in an instant, his hand coming up to caress Eddie’s jaw and cheek softly before they both lean in and kiss.
It’s soft and sweet and perfect.
Eddie licks at Buck’s lips and Buck parts his, allowing Eddie to lick into his mouth, his tongue going in deeper, tasting him. Buck moans into the kiss, pressing harder against him.
Eddie bites Buck’s bottom lip and Buck’s cock twitches in his pants. Eddie pulls away from the kiss and says softly, “I’m getting hard again, maybe we should—”
“Do something about that?” Buck teases.
He kisses him again on the lips, teasing him softly before he pulls away. He gets up from the couch and taps at Eddie’s leg so he can spread his legs. Buck gets on his knees between his legs and Eddie moans, “Oh fuck,” as Buck takes Eddie’s hardening cock into his mouth.
Eddie moans, his good hand immediately running through Buck’s curls, gripping on tightly. Buck swallows him down, moaning around his cock. “Baby— fuck, you’re so good at this. You look so good with that perfect mouth stretched around my cock.”
Buck moans around his cock again, his hands running up Eddie’s thighs and grabbing him, pulling him closer, deep throating Eddie.
“I’m gonna cum, Buck,” Eddie warns him and Buck slowly pulls up a bit but continues to work him as Eddie cums hard down his throat, moaning loudly as he grips Buck’s hair tight.
Buck swallows everything Eddie gives him before letting him go with a pop. “Get up here,” Eddie tells him, pulling at Buck’s shirt. Buck climbs onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him and Eddie kisses him hard, tasting himself on Buck’s tongue. Buck grinds down against Eddie as they make out, his own orgasm so close.
“Ride me baby, wanna feel you cum just from grinding on me,” Eddie tells him against his lips, trailing his lips down to his jaw and then to his neck, sucking on the soft skin there.
“Oh God, right there,” Buck tells him as Eddie sucks on his pulse point, his right hand gripping his hip as Buck grinds against him. Buck pulls Eddie’s face back to his, shoving his tongue in his mouth as he cums hard in his pants.
Buck climbs off Eddie’s lap and they both chuckle when they look at each other. Eddie leans in and kisses Buck softly on the lips. He looks at Buck and says, “Your birthmark is darker.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, his breathing a bit heavy. “It gets darker the more I exert myself.”
“Mmm,” Eddie hums, kissing Buck again softly. “Gonna have to see how dark I can get it once this sling comes off.”
Buck lets out a shaky breath. “God— yes, please,” he says before pulling Eddie into a sloppy kiss. They pull apart and Eddie’s smiling at him so sweetly he can’t help but say, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too— so much,” Eddie says back without any hesitation, that sweet smile still in place.
Buck’s dreams have finally come true.