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“Hen, come on, please, it's going to be so fun, I swear.” Buck kept looking at Hen with the most kicked puppy eyes he could pull. He learned how to use them for his benefit. Look, he was excited about this new show he heard about, and he didn't want to watch it alone. And he wouldn’t be watching it with Chim or Maddie, or Harry and May, no thank you.

“I'm not watching a gay hockey show with you just because it's fun, Buck.” Hen sighed deeply and shook her head. “In case you forgot, I'm a lesbian, I can actually think of better ways to have fun. Involving my wife. Oh, speaking of— why don't you ask your husband?” She looked at him, then at Eddie, who was sitting right across from them, busy solving a crossword puzzle, not even noticing they were there.

“My husband?” Buck looked up. His eyes quickly found Eddie and then turned back to his friend. He knew who Hen was talking about; contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t dumb. He was well aware of how they looked to other people. He knew how he was acting around Eddie. He couldn’t help it. He already accepted he was in love with his straight best friend. That was also why he couldn't watch it with Eddie. It wasn’t like he wouldn't like watching it with him. He would, he'd probably like it so much so that he would bend Eddie over and have his wa— so no. He couldn’t watch it with Eddie.

“Eddie is right there, Buck. You both have a 48 off this weekend. Watch it together, now, that would be a fun time for both of you. And God bless Eddie needs some enlightenment right now.” She looked at the brunette with compassionate eyes. Like they had a secret that Buck didn’t know about. Was Eddie sad? Did he have problems he was hiding from Buck? And why did he go to Hen for that? 

“Enlightenment? For what?” Buck looked back at Eddie. He seemed fine, happy even. He was biting on his pen while trying to find words in the puzzle, lips pursed into a cute pout, eyes too focused on the paper like the answer would be given to him if he stared hard enough. Buck wanted to eat him alive.

“Just ask him, Buck.” Hen sighed one last time before leaving the loft. 

“Okay,” Buck nodded, completely dozed off on Eddie, the little pout on his lips, did he say he wanted to eat him alive before? 

“Eddie. Would you like to watch a new TV show with me? It's called Heated Rivalry.” Buck started to walk towards Eddie. Buck giggled when he saw Eddie jumping in his place like a scared squirrel at the sudden approach of him. 

So this was how it all started. Buck asked him if he wanted to watch this new hockey show. He loved watching TV with Buck. Especially documentaries, because he always had an interesting, fun fact about whatever they were watching, and Eddie loved listening to Buck. He loved spending time with Buck in general; he would hang out with him all the time if he could. So yeah, obviously he'd watch it with Buck.

Except, after a quick Google search and a few chapters of reading the book, okay, maybe more than a few, Eddie knew that he couldn’t watch it with Buck. Not when he knew that was a GAY hockey show. A gay hockey show with SO MANY sex scenes. Scenes that Eddie may or may not get a boner while reading them.

So no, he couldn’t watch it with Buck. Not when he just discovered that not only was he gay, but also he was deeply, hopelessly, miserably in love with Buck. His best friend. Bestest best friend that ever best-friended in the whole wide world. And Eddie was not ready to have a gay crisis in front of Buck. He wasn't ready to come out to Buck by popping a boner in front of him. And most importantly, he wasn’t ready for a possible rejection either. He couldn’t handle not having Buck in his life. But sometimes-

Sometimes, he had hopes for Buck returning his feelings. This teeny tiny light in his heart, telling him that Buck was looking at him differently. That sometimes Buck looked at him with such adoration in his eyes that he felt like he was a rare type of bird species seen by a lonely man who had been watching birds in his garden all his life to see one that was special to him, and he found the one. That he loved Eddie too. 

buck: damnn Shane's ass is big

Eddie lifted his brow. They were watching the show together. Just not side by side, per Eddie's request and a bunch of excuses, they decided on watching it from Buck's HBO account at the same time. Together, just not together. Buck weirdly didn't push him to watch it together. Immediately agreeing to Eddie's plan of watching this way. Eddie didn't push it; he wanted to watch it this way, right? 

eddie: huh

buck: don't you see it, eddie? it's so big

Eddie looked at the screen Buck just paused. Shane and Ilya were in the shower together. Their backs were turned to the camera. Showing all their ass-sets. His eyes checked Shane out for a second, and yeah, he looked like he had some ass. Eddie saw better asses, though. Then his eyes found Ilya without even meaning to. Now, that man was something. 

So, this was another discovery he had, after realizing he was gay. He was very much into tall, beefy, strong men. He wanted to be manhandled; he wanted to be put in his place. And with the newfound horny side of him, his imagination always ran wild.

He looked at the blonde man, wet hair sticking to Ilya's thick neck, water running down on his big shoulders, and bigger tits. His biceps looked so big. He looked so strong, sturdy. Like he could lift Eddie so easily. His muscle definition showed off under the light so evidently. If Eddie would let his imagination get a hold of it, he could think it almost looks just like B—

eddie: It's not that big idk what you're talking about 

eddie: It's normal sized 

buck: look at it Eddie 

buck: ITS BIG

Eddie turned back to his screen. He really couldn’t see it. Look, he was into men now, he acknowledged it, he was proud of it, it wasn’t that he was denying his now horny, men-loving side. He just really couldn’t see it. Maybe he was not an ass guy; he knew he preferred biceps and a strong belly over an ass. But why was Buck looking at Shane's ass? It was an average ass -definitely smaller than Eddie's ass, mind you- at its best. Was that what Buck liked? Was he an ass guy?

eddie: It's not.

buck: okay😭

buck: why you got so serious 😭😭

buck: ohhhh eddie diaz are you jealousss 👀

Eddie frowned. No, he was not. Why would he be jealous when he had a better ass than that? But why was Buck looking at it, though? He never saw Buck looking at his ass. And Eddie's ass was right here! 

eddie: you act like you didn't see any asses buck 😒

eddie: you see asses that's bigger than that every day

buck: do I?

eddie: duh

eddie: haven’t you seen my ass?

buck: oh yes I did 😋

eddie: so?

buck: so?

eddie: which is bigger?

buck: god, you are so cute when you're jealous

Eddie looked up from the phone. He could feel his blush forming in his cheeks, almost reaching his ears. He was not. He wasn't cute. He wasn’t jealous. Well, maybe just a little displeased. Why would Buck even look at Shane's ass when he had a better one at home? He was starting to hate this show already.

buck: yours is so much meatier and round eddie you have nothing to worry about

eddie: why would I worry about this? I'm just stating facts buck

buck: okay ☺️

eddie: do you think my ass is too fat?

eddie: should I start working on my ass?

buck: now you're fishing for compliments lmao

eddie: buckkkk 

buck: no

eddie: you don't think it's too fat?

buck: no Eddie it's too fat

eddie: oh dios mio all the sweets i eat go straight to my ass of course it's fat

eddie: I should work out

buck: eddie NO

buck: I mean yes it's fat, but that's literally the purpose of all asses actually they should all be fat

eddie: you're just saying that because you're an ass guy

buck: yes I am and I'm telling you, your ass is the ass of all asses, if there's a competition, you wouldn't even need to join it. They'll find you from your big, bouncy juicy ass and reward you.

buck: it's perfect

eddie: Is it?

Eddie was not blushing. He wasn’t. He also wasn’t thinking about Buck's noticeable obsession with his ass. That was brand new information for him. He didn't notice Buck was that aware of his ass. He saw him looking at him sometimes, looking at his face, his arms, but he never knew he was also looking at his ass.

buck: everything about you is perfect baby

buck: yes Eddie

buck: don't do ANYthing about it

eddie: okay

eddie: Ilya is kinda

Eddie paused the show to text Buck. He felt like he needed to let it out, like this information was important for Buck to know. After Buck's confession about his ass, he felt bolder. Like he should give a little more about his taste in men, well, Buck in particular. They were doing a commentary watch party together after all. Right?

buck: kinda what?

eddie: big

buck: big? his ass? 

buck: ohh you're into it now huh

eddie: we established you're the ass guy buck

eddie: It's not just that

eddie: everything. all his muscles and height. everything idk he's just so big

buck: he's not, he's like regular sized at most eddie 🙄

eddie: I checked Reddit it says he's 6"

eddie: he's BIG buck

buck: so that's what you like?

Eddie stopped texting. Oh god, Buck caught him. Buck saw through him. Not only did he get what Eddie's taste in men was but he also knew Eddie was gay. Yes, Eddie Diaz was into big beefy men. He was into one big beefy brickshit house of a man right now. Probably the only one Eddie couldn’t have. What should he do? Tell him? Act fool? DIE?

eddie: what?

buck: you're into big muscly men?

eddie: what?

eddie: no I don't like big muscly men buck

eddie: I was just saying he looks big like for an inspo or something

buck: okay sure

buck: you sounded thirsty for a second there

buck: anyways

buck: he's not that big tho I'm taller

eddie: oh now you're jealous lmao

buck: am not

eddie: you are 🙂‍↔️

buck: I AM bigger I'm just stating facts Eddie

buck: I'm big I'm strong, hell I could lift that boy with my left hand

buck: I'm a firefighter

eddie: yes, sure you are.

Buck was big. He was strong. Every time Eddie saw Buck lifting someone, something, anything so easily with his shredded arms, he remembered how Buck lifted him and threw him on his shoulder so easily before. And every time Eddie remembered this he got a float of hotness in his core, going down right on his cock.

buck: If you get to spend one night with, would you pick him or me?

eddie: buck

buck: we’re just playing a game eddie

eddie: why would I pick a random TV character ofc I'd chose you

buck: not like that, I want you to mean it

eddie: I mean it buck

buck: you don't

eddie: I'd pick you. Because you are you. I wouldn't pick anyone else.

eddie: But also you're taller and bigger too, that's a bonus 

eddie: your arms and everything are... beefy

buck: they are 😋

Buck was big. Bigger than Eddie, which he was very... thankful about. Buck's hands found Eddie sometimes, his shoulder, the small of his back, and Eddie could feel it. Feel how strong Buck was. How much power he held in those hands. The same hands which painted Jee's nails, baked cookies in perfect measures, planted flowers in his garden carefully and held Eddie.

All of them were Buck, there was so much power in him, yet he was so tender, so precise, holding Eddie like he was something delicate, something breakable. Sometimes Eddie wished he weren't so gentle. Sometimes he wished Buck would bend him over and break him. Ruin him for other men. Wished he actually got to spend a night, many nights with him. Eddie wished he actually meant his words.

eddie: yeah you're so big

buck: thank you Eddie ☺️

buck: funny he's packing a 9 incher too haha

Eddie choked on his beer while reading the text. Holy shit, what the hell? NINE INCHES?

eddie: what's so funny about that

buck: because he has a 9 inch dick too

eddie: who else has a 9-inch dick?

Eddie had a guess. God, he didn’t want to guess. Not when he was so damn hard from this god damn show that his head started to spin. Not when he could cut a diamond with his dick. 

eddie: why you act like that's a known information? am I missing the joke? is that a meme?

Eddie KNEW.

buck: ME, Eddie, I'm packing a 9 inch dick. never heard of the famous firehouse? 

buck: i have hyperspermia AND a big cock

buck: hence why, yk, the firehouse

eddie: oh

Oh my god. Oh my GOD. OH MY GOD. He didn't know Buck was that big. This would change all the traction of his fantasies now. Eddie's hole, honest to god, puckered in excitement. Holy shit, he didn't know it could do that. 

buck: sorry

buck: i didn't think it'd be too awkward to say this it's not like we never saw each others dicks

eddie: wait did we?

Where? SINCE WHEN? 

buck: we did? you're telling me you never checked me out in the showers?? in the locker room?

eddie: no?? I didn't know I was allowed

eddie: WAIT

eddie: so you checked me out in the showers??

buck: oh. well you can always do it next time

eddie: no I won't.

buck: okay sure 😏

eddie: BUCK

eddie: answer the question

eddie: did you??? 

buck: you'd totally do this

eddie: do what?

buck: folding your clothes all neat and pretty before jumping on cock

eddie: no I wouldn't

buck: ok sure mr ocd

eddie: dont self diagnose me!

eddie: I don't jump on cock nor I fold my clothes before it idk what you're talking about

buck: yet

eddie: shane buying a dildo after Ilya said he's packing 9 inches is kinda cringe

buck: why do you have a beef with shane rn bro 😭

buck: also how do you even know what cringe means

eddie: I have a teenager at home *bro*

buck: okay fair

eddie: and no I don't have a beef with a fictional character, that's absurd

buck: sure ☺️

buck: btw I don't think it is

eddie: It's not?

buck: Oh, honey...

buck: Everybody is different. Shane is just discovering himself; he's learning a new part about himself he didn't know before. It's actually so beautiful to see him embracing this part of himself and exploring it.

eddie: Really? Don't you think it's weird how he doesn't know anything? Wouldn't you laugh at him if he were in your bed? How inexperienced he is?

buck: Why would I, baby? It's perfectly normal for him to not to know everything about gay sex. He just realized he's into men. It's his first time. He's trying new things, and most importantly, he's enjoying it. I'm sure he'd be so good at it in no time.

eddie: Yeah?

buck: Yes! Listen, just because Ilya is experienced with this, it doesn't mean Shane should be too. As I said, everybody is different. Everyone has their own phase, their own time.

buck: Also, I'm sure Ilya would enjoy teaching Shane everything he knows with pleasure 🙂‍↕️

Oh.

The dildo arrived at his home exactly a day after their Heated Rivalry watch party. Eddie was ready to chicken out if he didn't hear the doorbell ringing in his ears. He immediately rushed to the door and smiled at the delivery man holding the box. He was serene because he knew the package was sent privately, and the man couldn't know what was inside.

The man smirked back at him and sent him a wink. Eddie frowned. Did this creep know what was inside? When the man didn't attempt to give him the box, Eddie snatched it from his hands and closed the door back. He wasn't gonna stand there and watch his stupid face.

He excitedly checked the box when he sat down on his couch. There was a little sticker on it, a circle logo with a big dildo right in the middle. He groaned and slapped his hands to his face. Now, that would explain how the weirdo knew what that was.

It was a sunny Sunday morning. Chris was at a sleepover with Denny since Friday night. Eddie needed to go get him later that day, so right now was the perfect time for him to try this. To see if his brain was also agreeing with his hole on Eddie wanting to take it up in the butt activities.

He rushed to the bedroom in quick steps, ignoring the phone that kept buzzing in his pocket. He was so excited, so horny, but also full of anxiety. What if he wouldn’t like it? What if all his fantasies about taking Buck's cock were just that? Fantasies.

He took a deep breath, put his phone over his nightstand, right beside the lube that was waiting for its turn. He took off his shirt with shaky hands, folded it and put it on the foot of his bed. His pants and socks followed the shirt, all folded in sharp military fashion. He opened the box and put it in the middle of the bed. His hands found his hips instinctively. He was standing by the bed, looking at the object as if it would explain to him what he should do.

Eddie already knew he was in love with Buck by now; he also knew he wanted Buck, in every way Buck would allow him to have him. But there was also a problem in all of this. Eddie didn't talk about his feelings to Buck, like at all. The idea of losing Buck always weighed more heavily than his feelings. 

But after the night they watched the show, he had plenty of time to think. He couldn't stop looking at their texts, couldn't stop thinking about Buck calling him honey, calling him baby. Talking to him like Eddie being inexperienced was not a big deal. Telling him how he would teach him everything he knows. Well... Not him. Buck was talking about Ilya teaching Shane. But it didn’t stop Eddie from imagining it. Imagining it was towards him. 

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about Buck's hands on him, his thick fingers filling places Eddie yearned to be filled. He couldn't stop thinking about Buck's nine-inch cock. Thick, fat, leaking at the head, wet, so fucking wet that they wouldn’t even need to use lube, thanks to Buck's hyperspermia. Couldn't stop thinking about Buck bending him over the kitchen counter and fucking into him like he meant it. Like he wanted to give Eddie everything he needed, teach Eddie how to take it, how to bend over like a slut.

So here Eddie was. Face to face with his brand new, pastel pink 9-inch dildo. It would be a lie if he said he did enough research for this, or that he tried to start with a beginner's guide. He should have. But he watched a gay show with Buck and learned a thing or two about his best friend. He got way too horny to think logically and order a dildo online. So what? Sue him.

He climbed on the bed with a big whine. He was already half hard and leaking just from thinking about Buck. He didn't need to do much to get in the mood. Buck was enough. That was all he could think about nowadays anyways. Buck's hands, Buck's face, Buck's shoulders, Buck's cock..  Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck... 

He lay down with a puff, he started to get anxious now; he didn't know what to do, where to put his hands. He circled his fingers around his nipples and twisted experimentally, which ripped a moan from his throat. He didn't get to experience many things in his limited sex life, not that his partners were bad or anything, no, Eddie loved his ex girlfriends, they were good people. But they didn't have what Eddie needed the most, even when he didn't know he was gay, first of all they didn't have a dick—or a dominant side Eddie wanted from his lovers.

Eddie's sex life mostly involved him pleasuring his partners, giving them everything he could think of, being the one in charge, because that was what was expected from him, right? What he should be doing? But his hunger never tuned down, he couldn't stop mentioning it here and there. Asking Ana to give him detention, joking with Marisol about her spanking him. But it never came. They thought Eddie was joking, Eddie didn't think he wanted that from them anyways. Not when Buck was always 2 feet away.

He pinched his other nipple with intent this time. The little sting sent a shiver down his spine. God, he was so horny, he didn't even touch his dick, and he was already leaking. He always thought he was born broken, he was never that horny, sex was just something he did, it wasn't supposed to give him that much joy anyways. He heard people talking about sex, Buck talking about sex, with such enthusiasm. And he never understood. He never felt that way before. 

Until after he came out as gay, after he discovered maybe he was looking in the wrong direction all along, everything shifted. It was like a sudden switch. One day, he was a simple ass man, the next day, he was waking up from a wet dream about Buck, coming all over himself. He was so damn horny it was like he just hit puberty again.

He told Hen about it. Not fully, but partially, how he couldn't walk around Buck freely now, without doing something embarrassing. The uncensored part was that he couldn't walk around Buck, because watching him made Eddie so damn horny, watching him walk into fire, watching him lift people up like they weigh nothing, hell, even watching Buck hold a firehose and spray him jokingly. It was worse than porn; his fantasies were consuming him, creating an image that you couldn't even see in the wildest gay porn. 

One of his hands found his throat and slowly slid over his chest, then his belly; he could feel the goosebumps under his hands. He was shivering with need, his palms traveled lower and lower until his hand wrapped around his cock. “Buck!” He moaned at the empty room. He slowly slid his hand up and down, up and down, dragged the precum slick from his cock head to his shaft, he slowly, so slowly started a rhythm. 

He realized he liked this early on his gay awakening; he didn't like the fast and hard jerking off sessions. He liked to edge himself, make himself beg for it. He wished he could beg to someone else for mercy; he wished it was someone else's hand, someone else's mouth, a pink birthmark appeared in his head, the pinkest lips he had ever seen in his life slowly puffing in his happy trail, going down and down and wrap around his length, “Buck!”

He stopped his hand right away. He didn't want to come yet. He had a mission to do, new things to discover. He rolled over to his side and reached out for the lube. It was already more than half way done thanks to Eddie's uh— second puberty. This one was strawberry flavored; he didn't get to taste it yet, but he wanted to try something new; he hated the old boring clear hetero ones.

He rolled onto his side and got a hold of the dildo. It was a pink one, a very cutesy pink. Eddie loved pink. It was always his favorite color since childhood, a secret he had to keep inside because, as his father used to say, “pink is for Adrianna and Sophia, for the girls”. Not him. He laughed bitterly, huh, take that Ramon! He could say pink was for him now. It always looked good on him anyway, Buck told him that at the bachelor party. 

He bought this shade because it reminded him of Buck, his birthmark, his pink lips, and, if the rumors were true, this meant his di— So he liked that, but the scary part was that it was big. He did not think about the size when he bought it; it was way bigger than he imagined it, too big if you consider the fact that Eddie did not, in fact, put anything in his ass. At all. But it was exactly nine inches. It was perfectly accurate to Buck's—

Eddie squeezed the lube onto the thing. He couldn't say the name for some reason. Now that he was face-to-face with it. He could feel himself blush as he looked at it more. He thought he'd be more braver than this. He had much dirtier dreams than this, fantasies of riding it, choking on it, gagging for it. 

He tumbled the dildo to his other hand and lubed his fingers too. This was the most important part of this. He knew that, thank you very much. He knew how to use his fingers perfectly—on other people. He could do this, though. He would probably figure it out as he was doing it, like riding a bike, right?

He pushed the first digit slowly, carefully; he wasn’t ready to go to the emergency room today. Not for this. It didn't feel like anything at all. It was a weird feeling, like he had a finger up his ass. He laughed at himself and added the second one.

Clearly, the pleasure was going to come with more than one finger. The second one did something. His fingers were long and thick; they had already filled him up. He experimentally pressed them a little more, fingers pushing and rubbing till he found what he was looking for. “Ah!” There it was. His prostate.

After this, it was easier; he pulled back and pushed at the bundle again, and again, this was good, this was fun. He pulled his fingers back, pouring a generous amount of lube and pushing it back again. He couldn't stop his moans; he bit his pillow in an attempt to silence himself. He was sweating now, his blush spread past his cheeks to his ears and down his chest. He couldn't hold his body still; he was shaking with need. “Fuck, OhfuckBuck!”

When he felt his cock twitch and leak, he remembered what he was supposed to do. He was gonna fuck himself with the dildo. The dildo he was hanging onto right now like a lifeline. He grabbed it and slowly pushed past his rim. It was big, it was thick, he felt like it was ripping him apart. He whined with pain; he couldn't stop now, he was so close, he could do this.

He was struggling to make it fit, he poured all the lube he had left on it and tried to go slow. He whined with annoyance. When he finally pushed it inside and made it fit somehow, his phone started ringing. This was Buck's ringtone. But he couldn't open it now. He couldn't. He pulled the dildo back again, trying to adjust his legs, trying to find an angle that would work. 

He lay on his back with a huff, he opened his legs wider, and tried to calm himself down. He pushed it back again. It wasn't feeling any better, the pain was blocking the pleasure now, he knew if he just hung on a few more seconds, maybe add a third finger…

He tried to pull it back; he clearly wasn't ready for this. It was a mistake; he couldn't do it, it wasn’t for him. He shouldn't have tried anyways. But it wasn't coming off. His lips left a crying whine. Why did he have to do this now? He couldn’t call 9-1-1; everyone was on shift today, everyone except him and Buck. He would die before facing them in this way, oh god, if Maddie picked up the phone, he wouldn't even look at her in the face again.

He tried again, his hole clenched harder around it. He tried to calm himself down; it wouldn’t come out if he was stressed, he knew. He needed to calm down. He took a deep breath; he couldn’t have a panic attack right now. He took another deep breath, trying to remember the exercise Frank gave him. 

Five things you can— The phone started ringing again. He cried out loud. Buck. It was always Buck. He grabbed the phone that was ringing, opened it and held it to his ear.

“Buck?!” a pained whine escaped from his lips. He didn't even expect this; he was going to talk to him all calm and collected, he couldn't talk to Buck in this state; he needed to get it out first.

“Eddie?? What's going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

A loud whine left his mouth when Buck's worried voice filled his ears. Oh, sweet Buck, he had no idea what Eddie was doing. He was worried about Eddie. He thought Eddie was in danger. Buck. His Buck. “Buck.”

“Honey, what's going on? Why are you crying? Are you home? I'm coming there.”

“Noo, no, no you can't, Buck, you can't. Don't. Please.” He begged to the phone. He couldn't do this. He was ruining everything. It couldn't be like this, not now.

“Eddie, tell me what's wrong. Baby, please. You're making me worried.” Now it was Buck who was whining back to him. 

“It stuck.” He whined into the phone. He couldn't do this anymore. He didn't want to make Buck worried.

“What?” Buck answered, voice clearly confused.

“It stuck Buck, I— , I bought a thing and now, now, it's, it won't move. God, please don't. Don't come here, Buck.”

“Eds.” Buck's soft voice filled his ears. It was calm, like he knew exactly what was happening. “Let me help you, baby. I'll help you. Just say the words, I'll be there, Eddie.”

Buck sounded so sure, like he could help Eddie right away. Eddie knew he could. He always did. Buck was always there when he needed him.

“Buck- Please.” He sobbed. He didn't know what he was begging for. But he knew Buck would know.

“I'm on my way.”

Buck opened Eddie's front door with shaky hands. He didn't know what he could face when he entered his bedroom. He heard how pained Eddie sounded. He didn't know, but he had a guess. After last night's conversation and Eddie's questions… He had a guess what was happening behind that bedroom door. He had a guess what Hen was talking about with “Enlightenment” that Eddie needed.

He took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. He needed to be calm now. He couldn’t look anything other than confident and helpful. Buck was there to help Eddie. Whatever state Eddie was in. Because he was a good friend, Eddie's best friend. 

A moan left his lips right away when he opened the door. The view was- it was so hot for him to act calm right now. Eddie was on his back, head lolled back to his pillows, and one of his arms was covering his head. His body was glistening with sweat, his abs were looking delicious, begging to be licked. His dick was lying on his hip, half hard, the head all shiny with precum. His thick thighs were open, covered with sweat and something pinkish, lube, inviting him to come between them. And there it was. What he expected, maybe wished, a dildo peaking between them. Buck was not confident. Not confident to not come on the spot. 

“Oh, Eddie.”

“Buck.” Eddie's whine filled his ears. He could hear his pain, his shame, in that tiny whisper. “Please.”

Buck immediately ran to the bed. His body found its place in between Eddie's legs without thinking, as if he always did this, like this was the most natural thing he would do. He looked at Eddie's face lovingly; Eddie couldn't see him, but it didn't matter. He always looked at Eddie with love. 

He slowly touched Eddie's arm, held him so gently, like he was a wounded deer. And he was—he was a wounded little deer, shaking in his place, leaving pained cries. Buck wanted to help him, heal him, hold him in his arms. Tell him he was there; he will always be there. 

“Eddie, honey, are you okay? Can I touch you?” He asked in a soothing voice. He slowly lifted Eddie's arm from his face. Eddie looked up at him with his big eyes from behind his cover, fat tears running down his face, mouth turned in a pout, like he was holding himself back from crying. “Oh, baby.” 

“Can you tell me what happened? Do you want me to help?” His hand slowly reached out, wiping the tears on Eddie's face. It stayed there, he kept slowly stroking Eddie's cheeks, waiting for him to relax; kept drying the tears escaping despite Eddie's effort of holding them back.

“It’s not—it doesn't hurt.” Eddie finally talked. His eyes were looking anywhere but at Buck; his hand found Buck's hand and started to play with his fingers absentmindedly. “I was— you remember when we had that conversation last night? About the show and everything. I just—I got curious.”

“Yes, I do remember it, Eddie.” Buck didn't add anything. He just gave him an encouraging look to continue. Slowly stroking Eddie's fingers that were playing with his hands.

“So I decided to buy the thing— the dildo. Like Shane did. I wanted to try it out, see what all the hype was about.” He looked down, remembering that he was in an uncomfortable position. Not only did the dildo digging inside him hurt, but he was also naked as the day in front of Buck. All sweaty and weird. “It stuck.”

“Okay. There's no shame in that, Eddie. Look at me—” Buck held Eddie's face, turning his runaway doe browns back to his own eyes. Eddie's blush immediately started creeping on his face. God, Buck loved when Eddie blushed, he always blushed so easily, the cutest shade of pink spreading his face and ears, making him look so adorable and biteable. 

“This is not something you should be ashamed of. Like I told you before. Everybody is different. There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. Prostate orgasm is the best way of releasing stress. Every man enjoys this.”

Buck looked at Eddie with serious eyes. He needed Eddie to understand there was nothing to be ashamed of about this. He knew Eddie was not as experienced. He knew how religion affected people's ideas on sex. And knowing Eddie's past, it was not a surprise. Buck couldn’t change the way Eddie's life happened; he couldn’t change his traumas, his family, his shame, his relationship with god, but one thing he could do was tell him that it was okay to do something for himself. It was okay to feel joy.

Buck watched Eddie's face turn redder, his blush now reaching his chest. Buck always wondered how much his blush spread; did it go down on his chest? His back? Now Eddie was all open and vulnerable in front of him. Giving him the answers to his questions without knowing them. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He asked again. If Eddie wanted to do this, Buck could give him the best experience. He could make him feel good. He could give Eddie the best prostate orgasm he ever had. Because Eddie deserved it. Eddie deserved to have a prostate orgasm; he deserved to feel that pleasure too. Eddie deserved everything good in the world.

“Yes, please,” Eddie whispered under his breath. Something flicked in his eyes. They shone brighter in a way Buck had never seen them before. His blush did not leave his cheeks. “Please help me, Buck. Teach me how to do it. Please. I didn't like this. The angle is all wrong. My fingers are too thick. I’m doing this all wrong, I'm bad at it. It wasn't like this in the show; it didn't hurt like this. Shane was feeling so good, he kept moaning under Ilya. Why doesn't it feel good when I do it?”

“It does feel good, Eddie, I promise. I'll help you out, okay? I'll walk you through it so you will understand how it's done. And you can do it as much as you want later. Okay?” Buck gave Eddie a determined look. If Eddie trusted him on this, he would give him the time of his life. Even for just one time. Even though all Buck wanted was to stay and do it for Eddie forever, not let him lift a finger for it.

“Is this okay?” Buck tenderly wandered his hands on Eddie's thighs, tugging on them smoothly. Eddie's legs followed his hands right away, opening himself up to Buck. “Eddie, can you turn your back for me? Get on your knees?”

“I- I wanna see your face. If that's okay?” Eddie looked at him with begging eyes. 

Buck was a goner. How could he say no to Eddie? How? He looked at Buck with the most beautiful doe eyes he had ever seen in his life. His pupils were all blown, looking at Buck under his eyelashes. Begging. 

“Of course, baby. Here I'll help you. Up.” Buck leaned beside Eddie and grabbed one of the pillows. He could hear Eddie's shaky breath when their chests touched. Eddie's hips immediately followed his order, lifting up so Buck could place the pillow under his hips. Buck smiled at Eddie and stroked his hip bone soothingly. “Good boy.”

Buck got up on his knees in between Eddie's legs. His breath hitched with the view. God, Eddie was so beautiful like this, all laid out for him. His eyes were curiously following Buck's every step, and his chest was rising up and down clearly with excitement. Buck couldn’t believe he got to have this, even if Eddie was not his to hold forever, he still got this chance with him.

Buck put his hand on Eddie's chest, looking at him right in the eye with a smile. He pinched one of Eddie's nipples, testing the waters to see if it was cool. When Eddie moaned softly, his smile grew bigger. He slowly toyed with Eddie's one nipple, watching it perk with stimulation. He smirked. Oh, Eddie liked this. 

“You didn't enjoy the dildo because you didn't get all relaxed,” Buck spoke with his info-dumping tone. “You have to be all aroused, you shouldn't be thinking too much, you should be so high on pleasure, be open and loose. So your hole would be too.”

Buck leaned forward and took the nipple he was playing before into his mouth. It was so hot and perky. He licked and puffed on the wet head and giggled when Eddie shivered under him. His hand found the other nipple and started playing with it too. He was trying to give Eddie double the stimulation. 

He experimentally sucked on Eddie's chest, giving it little pecks. When he felt Eddie's cock moving under his body, he smirked and returned his attention to the other one. “We wouldn't want this one to feel sad, right?”

“Hnghh.” Eddie replied. Pulling Buck's hair hard. Buck would laugh if he wasn't too busy enjoying his meal. 

“Buckk- please moree. Please.” He raised his head and looked at Eddie. Oh. Eddie looked wrecked. His hair was all over his head, his eyes looked all crossed. And his hands were still holding onto Buck's hair. 

“What do you need, honey?” Buck slowly raised his head from Eddie's chest. But his finger didn't leave Eddie's left nipple. He realized that one was the sensitive one.

“Leave my nips. It- it is still stuck. Enough playing with my nips. Please.” Eddie's hand slid down his neck. Holding it hard and looking at Buck. His eyes were all big and pleading, looking at Buck all enthusiastically. He was mumbling. “You said you'll help me with the- with the thing. You promised. You said you'll do it for me.”

Buck looked at Eddie's pleading eyes. Eddie was waiting for him; he was enjoying this so much, he wanted more. He wanted more from Buck and, more importantly, asked so openly for it. God Buck loved him so much. He would do anything for him. He would kill for him. Giving a prostate orgasm to Eddie would be a prize for Buck. 

“Okay, honey, okay, I'll help you.” Buck started moving, hands finding Eddie's thighs again. He loved Eddie's thighs. It was his favorite part to look at, after Eddie's ass, obviously. When Eddie asked if he was checking him out last night, he didn't answer. Because when was he not checking him out would be the question. 

Buck always checked Eddie's ass, his shapely legs, his back arch… He didn't know if Eddie did it on purpose or not. He never had the courage to ask. But god- every time Eddie was on his knees, or walked away, or, honest to God, just fucking stayed still. His back was arched fully. The S shape of his body was always on Buck's radar. Always in his dreams.

He always imagined his hands on Eddie's waist; it was so tiny, so, so tiny, that sometimes Buck had daydreams about covering it with his hands. Buck had daydreams about more. He dreamed about holding Eddie's back arch when they were walking side by side. He dreamed about grabbing his ass, smacking it, every time Eddie walked by, swinging his hips like he was on a runway. Buck dreamed about bending Eddie over, right on the kitchen counter of the firehouse, bending him over and whispering in his ear how he was driving Buck crazy with his walk. And give him a lesson on how he should be careful walking around him. Fuck every word into him till Eddie understands how he was driving Buck insane.

Buck’s hand slid from Eddie's knee to his thigh. He calmly stroked his thigh, letting him know where this was going. He slowly moved his touch and finally grabbed Eddie's cock. It fit right in his calloused hand, not too long but thick just like Eddie's thighs. Buck lazily stroked once, a pearly cum drop leaked from the head, slowly crawling to Buck's hand. Eddie's cock was perfect, just like everything else about him. “Is that okay, sweetheart?”

“Perfect! Yes! Yes, Buck, so good. So good.” Eddie moaned. His hands were grabbing at Buck's biceps like a lifeline. Buck knew it was going to leave a mark tomorrow. He didn't care. He'd carry Eddie's mark proudly. 

“You're doing so good, sweety, you don't need to do anything, okay? Just ask, I'll do anything for you.” Buck kept stroking, kept giving Eddie sweet reassurance. From the way Eddie kept moaning, he knew he was into it. He kept a tab on that. Maybe he'd have a chance to use it again. 

“Buck, Buck! More please. Buck, this is not enough moreee!” Eddie cried out. His hand found Buck’s arm and held it still.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Buck asked, stopping completely and looking, actually looking at Eddie. Eddie looked properly fucked now. Hair sticking to his forehead, eyes lost focus, he could even see Eddie's saliva drooling through his mouth. God, Buck did this to him. Buck made him enjoy sex; Buck made him ask for more. 

He pulled Eddie's hair away from his eyes, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He made a mental note to bring Eddie water after this. He was already tired, and Buck didn't want Eddie working dehydrated and tired tomorrow. “What can I do for you?”

“More, Buck, your hands are not enough. Moreee.” Eddie whimpered. He wasn't looking at Buck's eyes; he was looking at his lips. Buck smirked. Oh. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

Buck slowly slid down into the bed, not leaving his place between Eddie's legs. He put Eddie's legs onto his shoulders. Now he was face to face with Eddie's erect cock and the dildo peaking between his ass cheeks. God, he wanted to eat him out so bad. But he couldn’t. This was not for him. He was there to help Eddie, not enjoy it himself. His own hard cock leaking in his underwear would beg to differ, but he didn't care.

“God, you look so beautiful from here.” Buck looked up and smirked at Eddie. There was literally nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He could die between Eddie's legs, and he'd thank him for it. This was his heaven.

“Buckk!” Eddie whined. His hands covered his blushing cheeks immediately. 

“What? I'm just being honest. I have the best view on earth right now. I wish you could see yourself like that.”

He reached out and pulled Eddie's hands from his face. When Eddie gave a complaining whine, he shushed him. “Shhh. I want you to watch me. Watch and learn how it's done, okay?” 

Buck winked at Eddie and watched him full-body shiver in his spot. He watched Eddie's hole puckering around the dildo, and a spark of desire ran down his own body. He did this to Eddie. Eddie was so horny from Buck's words that his hole was hungry for him. Buck felt more precum leaking from his cock, he was so hard he could drill the bed right now.

Buck settled between Eddie's legs and buried his nose there. Eddie smelled divine, so sweet and incredibly biteable. He lifted Eddie's thighs in his hands and started leaving little pecks inside them. He kissed, smelled and bit them until he reached the main course. Eddie's cock. And he dug right into it.

Look, he might be helping Eddie here, but he was only human. He couldn’t watch Eddie begging for him and act like he didn't want to ravish him. This sight was like it jumped from one of his wet dreams, hell, he didn't even think his imagination could create this hot of a scene. He could literally eat Eddie alive right now.

He licked the tip and tasted Eddie's cum. It was so sweet, Eddie tasted honey; he tasted the best quality Belgian chocolate in Buck's mouth. He knew that wasn’t biologically possible. He didn't give a fuck. Eddie was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He tasted like Buck's sweet little omega. Yes, he read omegaverse. Sue him. This made him shiver again. Imagining Eddie begging for his alpha, for Buck. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” Buck hummed. “So sweet. All my sweet treats for you made a payoff. You eat my sweets, and I eat you.” Buck didn't know what he was saying. He didn't care either at this point. He was eating Eddie off. Eddie could literally kill him right here, and he would go happy.

“Uhhh. Buckkkk.” 

“Oh, you like that, don't you? You like me calling you sweet names? Telling you you're mine? Or do you just like someone's mouth on your cock?” Buck asked cockily. Years of experience were finally paying off. Eddie was living his best life. “You wanna come, baby? Come in my mouth?”

“Noooo. I don't wanna come. You should- you should do it- the dildo. I don't wanna come. Buck, please.” Eddie begged. His eyes were huge, shining with tears. 

Buck immediately got to work. He was thinking about taking the dildo off after Eddie came and relaxed. But if Eddie wanted to be fucked by a dildo. BUCK fucking him with a dildo. Who was Buck to say no? Whatever Eddie wished, Eddie got.

“Do you have lube? We need to open you up more.” Buck looked around. He saw the tiny lube bottle empty. “Tell me you didn't fuck yourself dry, Eddie?”

“No, no. I- I didn't. I just used this one. There's more in the second drawer.”

“Oh, strawberry! I like this one. You should try sweet peaches next! They're tasty too.” He grabbed the lube and kneeled between Eddie's legs. Buck grabbed Eddie by the hips and pulled him close to himself, maneuvered his legs into a comfortable position.

Eddie's reaction to that was moaning loudly. So loudly that Buck couldn't miss it. Oh, so Eddie liked getting manhandled, too. Buck made another mental note on that.

Buck covered his fingers with lube and put the lube right beside Eddie's head. “Take care of that, honey, we're gonna need more of that.” 

He inspectingly looked at Eddie's hole. God, even his hole was so pretty. He put one finger in the pink puckered lips and slowly slid it around the dildo. Covering it with lube as much as he could. He gently fingered Eddie's already loose hole with lube, stretching it out with his skilful hands. He then carefully took the dildo out.

“What the hell? How was it that easy? I swear it was stuck before, Buck. I wasn't lying.”

Buck giggled at Eddie's protest. He grabbed the lube again and gave Eddie's puffed cheeks a little pinch. He was so cute. He was so adorable when he was pouting. “Baby, I know you're not lying. You're just way too horny now, your hole is all opened up for me.”

Buck lubed his fingers and looked at Eddie's leaking cock and then at his face. “Do you still want this? We can stop if you want?”

“Noooo. You promised to teach me. You were going to help me, did you forget? I didn't even finish yet.” Eddie pouted. Arms folded in his chest. God, Buck was so fucked, he got himself a pillow princess AND a brat. Thankfully, Buck was good at giving his partners pleasure. He gets off from giving them pleasure.

His finger easily slid in Eddie's hole. He wasn't even surprised, considering Eddie was plugged for at least an hour. He lazily fingered him open, added a second one when he felt like Eddie was ready. He scissored his fingers expertly, touched everywhere inside Eddie but the bundle of joy. He knew it was right before his fingers, but he purposely ignored it. Edging and making his partners beg for it was one of his favorite activities.

Buck added a third one and gave Eddie's prostate a hard hit. He bit his lips when Eddie screamed with joy. He grabbed the dildo that was sitting beside Eddie's legs and looked at it. It was a cute shade of pink. His eyes caught the size of it. He looked at Eddie with surprised eyes. “This is such a cute dildo, Eddie. But isn't it too big for a starter? What made you buy this one?”

He kept going with his work, not looking at Eddie, not waiting for him to talk. He lubed the dildo, grabbed Eddie's cock and put the toy in at the same time as he stroked his cock. Eddie screamed again. It was music to Buck's ears.

“It’s not big, it's- it's normal-sized.” Eddie lied. Like he wasn't the one begging Buck to help him out an hour ago.

“9-inches?” Buck lifted his eyebrow suspiciously, hands still working Eddie open. “Wow, we have a size queen in the house.”

“How-How did you know it's nine inches?” Eddie tried to speak. Tried because his brain was too mushy to even function right now. Buck was jerking him off and fucking into him at the same time, and he wasn’t even sure how he hadn't come yet.

“It was written on the base, Eddie.” Buck laughed. “Next time, when you do this, start with a smaller one, okay? I might not be around to be a white knight to save my princess.”

Buck quickened his hands when Eddie started to shake in place. He could tell he was close. And for his own sake and dignity, he needed to make Eddie come and leave his home fast. Not if he didn't want Eddie to see him embarrassing himself and coming to his pants like a horny teenager. 

He slowed his hand on Eddie's cock and played with its head a little, spreading the leaking precum around it, and rubbing his thumb in his slit. His other hand, at the same time, was fast; he was hitting Eddie's prostate over and over again. Edging Eddie into his orgasm. 

“Ahh. Aghh. Buck. Fuck. Buck. Moreee.” Eddie cried out. He was squirming in his place. His hips moved up to catch Buck's hand on his cock and down to the dildo. He was trying to fuck himself over it.

“You're almost there, honey. I got you.”  Come for me, baby. Come on my hands. Eddie.” Buck fastened his hand on Eddie's cock. Now stroking it fast and with intention. He slammed the dildo one last time into Eddie's prostate. And watched Eddie come undone on his hands, his chest, and some even got in his mouth. He licked his lips. Yep, it was still sweet as sugar. 

Eddie was in heaven. Eddie must have died and gone to heaven an hour ago. This couldn’t be happening; today couldn’t be real. When he cummed his vision blacked out. He felt like he had lost access to all his limbs. He could feel himself coming and coming, but he couldn’t control it. He was so lost in the pleasure, he didn't even know that was possible. 

Eddie never enjoyed sex this much. Never came this hard in his life. Whatever he was doing so far was so fucking wrong. This was the way of living. He needed to be dicked down every day from now on, twice a day, 24/7, he could NOT live without this now. He needed to be fucked into oblivion by Buck every day to survive in life. 

Buck. Buck came. Eddie asked, and Buck left everything behind and ran to Eddie. Buck helped Eddie when he needed him, Buck, who was Eddie's best friend an hour ago. Eddie couldn't be best friends after this moment. He couldn't live a life without Buck fucking him now. He didn't want a life where he was not on Buck's cock 24/7- Oh wait- 

“You haven't come yet!” Eddie jolted open his eyes with panic. “Buck, you haven't come yet.”

Buck's hand found his neck and rubbed it, looking ashamed. “I- I already did.”

“You- did?” Eddie's eyes dropped down on Buck's lap. His eyes opened wide when he saw Buck's jeans. There was a dark large patch on it. Gosh- how much did that man come?

“Yes. You kinda- looked too hot. When you- you know all begging for me to fuck you and come on my hands. You looked like you enjoyed it too much. I made you feel good.” Buck explained. Hands covering the wet patch on his jeans like it's something bad.

Buck already came. Just from watching Eddie. Eddie made him feel so good that he came. And he came a LOT.

Eddie didn't know where the courage came from. Might be the dildo, might be the way Buck fucked his brains out. But he threw himself at Buck. He climbed onto his lap. His hands found Buck's neck right away. He locked his eyes with Buck's blues. Both were silent for a second. Just watching each other, waiting for others to do something. Their lips were millimeters away from each other. 

“I bought the dildo because you said your cock is 9 inches.”

“I want to fuck you so bad right now I'll combust and die if I can't.”

Both said simultaneously. Then both locked eyes. They started to laugh immediately. Buck's hand found Eddie's waist and held him tight for him to not fall. Eddie's hands locked on Buck's neck immediately. 

Buck leaned his forehead against Eddie's. They were both sweaty, but neither of them cared. Buck looked at Eddie's eyes like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Eddie looked at his eyes like Buck was his future. 

“I love you so much I'll kill for you, Eddie.” Buck finally spoke. His breath was heavy, Eddie could see his chest coming up and down. “I’d prefer not to do that,  but I'd literally do anything you want me to.”

Eddie smiled, tears forming in his eyes. But this time from happiness. “I love you so much, Evan Buckley, I'd die for you.” Eddie spoke softly in Buck's lips. He was dying to kiss him. “But I also prefer not to do that. Not when I finally got to confess to the love of my life, and he told me he actually loves me back. too. This is so much better than my dreams. I think I want to live. I want to live forever with you.”

Buck was the one closing the distance and pushing his lips to Eddie's soft one's. He couldn't wait anymore. Eddie wrapped his hand around Buck's hair and leaned into it. He opened his mouth and let Buck's tongue in. He moaned when Buck explored his mouth feverishly.

He jumped in his place when Buck grabbed his ass. He was gripping it so hard there was no way he didn't get his fingerprints engraved on his ass for a week. The thought made his insides tingle, also his cock. He wanted to be taken apart by Buck. He wanted Buck to claim him, show the world that Eddie was his. He wanted to be Buck's. “Buck, Buck, please. Fuck. You have to fuck me right now.”

Eddie's hands find Buck's shirt and pull it hard, trying to get it off of him. Trying to see his skin. Trying to have something he could touch, bite, fuck. “Off, off, take these off, Buck, come on. You need to fuck me. With your dick. The real one. Please fuck. Buck, please.” 

Buck threw Eddie to the bed and immediately started taking off his clothes. There was no show to put on, no tranquillity, just pure hunger and ravening. “Lay down, Eddie, open up for me.” Buck ordered. Taking off the remaining of his clothes as he watched Eddie with sharp eyes.

Eddie followed it immediately. He settled up in the middle of the bed and pushed the pillow behind his hips. He opened his legs, presenting himself and looked up at Buck behind his lashes seductively. Inviting him to join. 

Eddie's eyes opened comically wide when he saw Buck's cock. His mouth was hung open, his eyebrows reaching his hairline. Buck's cock was big, it was standing up proudly to Buck's hips, all fat and thick. So damn thick. Buck was already half hard again, covered in his own cum, but still leaking from the pink tip. Eddie wanted to lick the vein that was going from its base to the pretty pink head. The pink matched perfectly with the dildo he bought. Fuck the dildo, the real thing was so much better. Eddie wouldn’t be getting up from Buck's cock ever again.

Buck watched Eddie watch him in awe with a smirk. He could see the effect he had on Eddie, and he enjoyed it so much. But he also wanted to fuck Eddie, like yesterday. So he slid between Eddie's legs smoothly. He coated his hard, leaking cock with the remaining lube and looked at Eddie. His one hand was holding his cheek, the other was lining up his cock. “Can I?”

“Yes, Buck, please.” Eddie whined. He didn't care how desperate he sounded. He waited for this for so long. He dreamed this in so many different ways. But this was so much better than anything he could dream of.

Buck found Eddie's lips and slowly entered him. He started to push painstakingly slowly, pushing inside Eddie inch by sweet inch, like he was edging Eddie from the start. So slow that it made Eddie impatient. So he made the last move and pushed himself on Buck. 

When Buck bottomed out at long last, Eddie left out a happy breath. He felt like he had finally found his missing piece; he finally felt sated. There were no fireworks, no songs playing in his ears. Most importantly, no screams about him being gay, him being broken, him being a sinner. Just calmness. Just the thoughts about how much he loved Buck, how much he deserved this. How he wanted this to be his forever. 

Eddie held Buck's neck and deepened the kiss. His legs found their place around Buck's waist naturally and locked up. Their bodies were working in sync;, Buck pushing in, Eddie pulling him back. They were never this close, never this intimate. Eddie never shared this with anyone else. Buck was his first. And last.

“So beautiful, god, you're so beautiful, Eddie. So pretty. And mine. You're all mine.” Buck kept kissing Eddie's face, his pink cheeks, his mole, his chin. He kept whispering sweet praises. He looked like he was hypnotized. He rolled his hips in a slow rhythm, careful not to hurt Eddie. This was his first time. “Is it good? Still okay?”

“More than okay. Perfect. Ahhh, Buck.” Eddie mumbled in Buck's lips. He was feeling high. He was drunk on Buck. Drunk on Buck's cock.

Buck kept his rhythm slow and steady. Kept checking on Eddie, making sure he wasn’t hurt. Eddie loved him so much. He loved Buck more than anything. But he wanted more. He craved more. 

“More, Buck, fuck, deeper, please harder!” Eddie pulled Buck's hair. He was pushing into Buck's cock, trying to fuck himself on it. This was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted Buck to fuck him without thinking. He wanted Buck to ruin him. “Fuck me, I'm not a porcelain doll. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Buck looked at Eddie's eyes for a second. Like he was trying to see if Eddie was sure. When he got his answer from Eddie's eyes, he moved quickly. His voice was sharp. “Turn around, get on all fours.”

Eddie immediately dropped his legs from Buck's waist and straightened up. Before he could turn around, Buck's hands grabbed his waist and flipped him around. Putting him on his knees. Eddie moaned loudly. He arched his back to Buck, presenting himself once again.

“God, this ass of yours, doll, you wouldn't believe how many nights it kept me awake at night,” Buck whispered behind Eddie's back. His hands ghosted over Eddie's waist to his ass. He spanked it once. When Eddie whined and arched his back more, he spanked him one more. “This is for another day, princess. I promise, but I want to fuck you now.”

Buck didn't wait another second. He grabbed Eddie by the waist and pulled him on his cock again. This time, he was fast, hitting Eddie's prostate over and over again. His grip on Eddie's waist was locked tight. “God, so good, so tight, you're so perfect for me, Eddie. Just for me. Mine.” 

“Buck. Buck. Ahhh. Fuck.” Eddie buried his face on the pillow and bit it hard. He felt every single inch of that nine fucking inch cock now. And he was addicted to it. He didn't want to get off of it. “Yours, yours, ahhh I'm yours, Buck.”

Buck's hand crept behind his back and found Eddie's cock. He was leaking already. He'd probably come untouched if Buck didn't help him. But he didn't care. Eddie deserved this now. He could always edge Eddie another day. They had forever in front of them. He started jerking Eddie at the same speed as he was pushing into him. 

“Fuck Eddie. So good. You're such a good boy for me. All mine.”  Buck growled. His breath was all fast and shaky. His body was heavily resting against Eddie's now. Eddie felt all the weight, Buck's strong, sturdy muscles on him. All that reminded him was that he was being fucked by a man. Fucked by Buck. His big, strong, sturdy muscle man. His fantasies were not even coming close to this feeling.

Buck left small pecks on Eddie's neck. Biting wherever his mouth comes across. His rhythm was all unsteady, but he kept hitting Eddie's prostate every single time skillfully. Like he knew Eddie inside out, like he had hand-carved Eddie himself.

Eddie turned around and held Buck's neck. Bringing him for a kiss. Buck's hands reached Eddie's chest and pulled him to his own chest harshly. When Eddie couldn't hold his body up any longer, Buck held Eddie's limp body strongly and kept pushing into him.

Buck pinched Eddie's nipple with one hand and twisted his hand on Eddie's cock at the same time. They were both close, so close. One of them was crying out with a high-pitched voice, and couldn't even form sentences. When Buck told him that later Eddie would deny it, no, his voice was not high-pitched. Never was.

“Come for me, doll, come on my cock.”

They came at the same time with loud groans. Eddie was panting heavily while his hands were trying to find a place to hold. Buck put Eddie's body down gently and lay down on him. His hips were still pushing his cum inside Eddie as he kept coming and coming.

“Uhh, I'm covered in cum.” Eddie whined after he turned back to himself. Maybe it was five minutes later, or maybe an hour, he didn't know; he lost connection with the real world. Buck fucked his brains to oblivion. Buck was glued to Eddie's back and didn't look like he was gonna leave him soon. Eddie liked the sound of that.

Buck didn't answer Eddie, but he grabbed his waist and rolled around in the bed. Now Eddie was on top of Buck. Between his arms. Eddie loved this too. He loved every version of them together. He slowly turned and came face to face with Buck.

Buck smiled at Eddie and pinched his hip gently. His hand was rubbing Eddie's back soothingly. Eddie wanted to kiss all over his face. So he did. He kept giving little pecks all over Buck's face. His lips, his pretty eyes, his cheeks and then he gave a big, wet kiss to his birthmark. With a big MWAH! He always imagined kissing it, and now he could do it whenever he wanted. He giggled happily. 

Buck tried to hold himself back as he let Eddie enjoy his time. He couldn't hold his smile back, seeing Eddie look so happy. He leaned and gave Eddie a kiss on the lips. This time it was not with hunger, it was filled with love. Eddie could feel Buck's smile through his kisses.

“This was so good. You were so good. I think you ruined everyone else for me.” Eddie couldn't help but praise Buck. This was the least he could do after Buck fucked him so good, twice. And then confessed his love. And this was not a dream. 

“That was the plan. Dang it, I got caught. ” Buck jokingly winked. His fingers on Eddie's waist were drawing little hearts on his back now. Eddie giggled at that. 

“You succeeded then. Good job, sir.”

Buck's brow lifted up with surprise at the nickname, but didn't say anything. They had plenty of time to explore all of this, later, when they were both coherent. He watched Eddie yawn and rub his eyes cutely. He felt cuteness aggression just from watching Eddie. He could die for this man. And he was all his. Eddie was Buck's. “I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie looked at Buck with bright eyes. His smile was so big that Buck could see his uvula. Buck couldn't help himself and pecked Eddie's lips again. Eddie put his head on Buck's chest and whispered from there. “I love you, Buck. I love you so much.”

Eddie's eyes were fluttering closed now; he was all worn out, he didn't even know he could come twice that fast; Buck did numbers on him. And Buck's chest was so soft and warm, it was putting Eddie to sleep; this was his personal pillow now. He should probably warn Buck about how he was not gonna leave his lap from now on. He felt safe in Buck's arms, soothed, alive.

Just when Eddie started to doze off, Buck started to laugh. Eddie looked up questioningly. His whole body was shaking with Buck's laughter.  “What?”

Buck eyed Eddie's clothes that were folded neatly, sitting at the foot of the bed. He pushed them away and let them fall to the ground. Like he was getting rid of the remaining parts of Eddie's repression. He smirked at Eddie. “You DO fold your clothes before you jump on cock. Oh, and you DO jump on cock.”

“Ugh. Shut up.” Eddie groaned and fell back into Buck's chest, he gave Buck a playful slap there. 

Buck hugged Eddie and turned them to their side so he could sleep better. His arm stayed in their claimed place, never leaving Eddie. He gave a featherlight peck to Eddie’s forehead and whispered. “I love you, baby.”

Eddie's eyes were heavily closed now. His head didn't leave his place in Buck's chest; he felt belonged in Buck's arms. “I love you too, mi amor.”