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Buck turned the ignition of the truck off, sitting back in his seat. “How long is this thing gonna take?” he asked, turning his head to look at Eddie in the passenger seat.
“Shouldn’t be more than an hour,” Eddie answered. “A couple of his teachers are repeats, so that shouldn’t take too long, but he’s got new ones, and I think one is a brand new teacher so they’ll take the longest.”
“And we can get smoothies after?” Buck pouted a little, and Eddie laughed, leaning over to gently kiss his pursed lips.
“Yes baby, I’ll buy you a smoothie after,” he promised. “Now let’s go. This thing started five minutes ago and I wanna get in there before the crowds.” Buck nodded and slid out of the truck, meeting Eddie at the hood, holding his hand out for his fiance to take, fingers lacing together as they headed inside the school.
It was Buck’s first open house. He hadn’t gone with Eddie the year before, as they hadn’t even moved in together at that point, but after their talk the month before, about Buck being more involved with the big stuff, he had wanted to come with, even if it sounded a bit like torture.
And Eddie had been right — they went through Chris’ schedule, meeting all his teachers and making sure they knew about his 504 and all the accommodations he required. Most of the teachers had already read it over, or they already knew about it because they had Chris the year previous.
The last teacher of the day, Chris’ math teacher, was brand new to the school. She was young, but excited and very bubbly, which Buck liked. “It’s wonderful to meet you both. You're the parents of…”
“Christopher Diaz,” Eddie nodded, reaching out a hand to shake hers, Buck doing the same.
“Well, I’m so happy you’re here! I’ll be Christopher’s geometry teacher this year, and based on his state testing scores in algebra, I think he’ll enjoy this curriculum. I plan to do a lot of hands-on projects to best help the students really grasp the concepts,” she looked between the two of them, eyes wide with a happy grin stretched across her face.
“That’s great,” Eddie nodded. “I just wanna make sure you’re aware of Chris’ 504. He’s got some limitations when it comes to what he can do in terms of fine motor skills, so some hands-on projects can be more difficult for him and he might need accommodations.”
“I haven’t looked over his plan specifically yet, but I assure you, Mr. Diaz, that when the time comes, I will make sure to adapt and modify the projects to fit his needs,” the teacher reassured him. “Our first one won’t be for a month or so anyway, as we have to learn the basics, of course, so that should give me plenty of time to look at his plan and get to know him.”
“Chris is pretty good at advocating for himself,” Buck said. “So if you just like, give him the project and talk to him about it, he’ll let you know what he can and can’t do.”
“That’s wonderful to hear, Mr. Diaz,” she smiled warmly at them, though Buck could swear that she would be able to hear the pounding of his heart. “I’ll make sure to talk with Chris about his accommodations.” Buck felt Eddie stiffen next to him, his grip tightening around Buck’s hand.
“Great,” Eddie’s voice was a little strained. “We don’t have any questions, is there anything else?”
“Nope, that was all I had. It was wonderful to meet you both!”
“You too, have a great rest of your night,” Eddie barely got the words out before he was tugging Buck out of the classroom and down the hall.
“Eds-”
“Shut up,” Eddie almost growled. He smiled politely at the administrators as they left, but as soon as they were at the truck, he had Buck shoved up against the door, kissing him roughly. Buck was a little confused, but he wasn’t ever going to say no to kissing his fiance, so he gave back as good as he got. His hands squeezed Eddie’s hips, bodies pressed together.
“We shouldn’t be doing this right here,” Buck gasped as Eddie licked and bit along his jaw. “We’re in a high school parking lot.”
“Then drive us somewhere we can,” Eddie ordered, and Buck nodded immediately. He opened the door for Eddie, kissing him again before hurrying around to get in the drivers side. He drove until he found a mostly abandoned parking lot of a closed strip mall and found a dark corner that wasn’t near anything or anyone else. It was hard to concentrate, with Eddie leaning over the center console to kiss just under his ear, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a hickey.
“We - we’re here,” Buck panted, mouth dropping open as Eddie’s hand cupped his cock through his jeans.
“Get in the backseat,” Eddie pulled away and got out of the truck, quickly opening the back door to slide onto the bench seat as Buck did the same. The door had only just shut when Eddie straddled his lap, fingers tangling in Buck’s curls as he yanked him into a rough kiss, sloppy with spit.
“Ed- Eddie, what got into you?” Buck asked, hips jerking up into Eddie’s ass as he rolled them together.
“Mr. Diaz,” he groaned. “She called you Mr. Diaz.” Buck whimpered and nodded, dropping his head back against the seat as Eddie bit at his Adam’s Apple.
“I am, or I’m going to be,” Buck reminded him. “As soon as we get married, I’m changing my name, and I will legally be Mr. Diaz.” Eddie moaned at that, grinding his hips down into Buck’s, their cocks rubbing together through the denim. “Fuck!”
“Wanna ride you, baby,” he gasped, yanking lightly at Buck’s hair. “Can I?”
“God, yes, please,” Buck nodded enthusiastically and slipped Eddie off his lap, onto the seat next to him. “Get your jeans off,” he said as he leaned forward between the front seats to get to the glove box, rummaging through it to find their travel sized lube (they knew who they were as a couple, they had car sex at least a couple times a month, it was necessary).
Eddie’s jeans and underwear were completely discarded on the floor of the truck when Buck settled back in the seat. He climbed back in Buck’s lap, hands using his shoulders to steady himself. “Open me up?”
“Yes please,” Buck squeezed some lube on his right hand, using his left to pull one of Eddie’s ass cheeks to the side, rubbing his fingers up and down the crack and over his rim. He wouldn’t need too much prep, since they had sex earlier in the day, but Buck wasn’t going to go in with nothing either.
“More, baby, please,” Eddie whined a little, pushing back against Buck’s hand. Buck leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, distracting him as he gently pressed two fingers against his hole, sliding them in to the knuckles. “Fuck!” Buck was quick to find his prostate, massaging it with rhythmic strokes as Eddie fell apart over him.
“Another?” he asked, and Eddie nodded rapidly, clenching his hole around Buck’s fingers as he slid in his third. “Feel so good, Daddy.” They hadn’t transitioned back to their normal kinks yet, still doing strawberry sex, but they had talked about switched back to it soon; they were waiting for Chris to go back to school so they would have plenty of time, so as much as Buck wanted to just hand the reins over to Eddie and let him take control, he couldn’t just yet.
“Need your cock, baby, c’mon,” Eddie urged him, sitting up on his knees to reach between them, tugging at Buck’s belt to get it undone. Buck’s fingers slipped out, and he grabbed his ass instead, helping him stay up as Eddie got his cock out, laying hard against his stomach through the open zip of his jeans. Eddie bent his head and stuck his tongue out, letting his saliva drip down onto the head of Buck’s dick and then spread it over the length. Buck had bit his lip so hard it bled to keep from coming at the sight of that alone.
“Shit,” Buck groaned as Eddie sank down onto him, wiggling his hips a little until he fit comfortably. “Daddy, fucking hell.”
“I know baby, I know,” Eddie gasped, rolling his hips. He didn’t really have the room to actually ride Buck like this, hunched over in the truck. “Gonna make you come, Mr. Diaz.”
“Fucking hell,” Buck’s cock twitched, and he grabbed Eddie’s hips, grinding up against him. “Fuck me, please!” Eddie nodded and leaned down, kissing him again, their lips moving against each other, spit sliding against their skin, Eddie’s mustache scratching him. Their breaths came in hot pants, mingled between their bodies, and their skin sweaty. The windows were fogged up, blurring the street lights that shined through the glass.
“Can’t wait for you to be Mr. Diaz,” Eddie squeezed his rim around the base of Buck’s cock. “Be my husband. Be mine.”
“I’m already yours, Daddy,” Buck promised him breathlessly. Eddie nodded quickly and dragged him into another kiss. “Close, gonna come, fuck fuck!”
“Yes, baby, c’mon, fill me up!” Eddie rode him harder, the entire length of their chests pressed together, hips moving in tandem, and his cock sitting deep inside his fiance. It didn’t take much more for Buck’s pelvis to stutter as he came, spilling inside Eddie as he moaned, the sound muffled in Eddie’s neck.
Eddie followed only a few moments later, painting their stomachs with white streaks and fuck — they were gonna have to sneak in and get these shirts in the laundry without Chris seeing. Buck fell limp against the seat, moaning softly when he felt Eddie’s lips against the skin of his jaw, and then his teeth as he bit down on his pulse point.
“I love you,” Buck mumbled, hands falling down to rest on Eddie’s thighs.
“I love you too,” Eddie returned, moving up to nuzzle their noses together. “Gotta get cleaned up, we still have to stop for smoothies.”
***
On their next shift, Bobby was nowhere to be found at the start of morning meeting, and had requested that Eddie lead it while he was busy with something in his office. They were all a little confused, but Eddie did as he was asked, and after, as they all split up to do their chores, Buck tugged him under the stairs.
“Do you know what Cap is busy with?” he asked, hooking a few fingers in Eddie’s belt loops.
“Nope, just texted me with all the information, asking if I could do it today,” he shrugged. “I’m sure everything is okay, baby. He’ll probably be done soon and tell us what we need to know then.”
“Uhg, I hate when you’re rational,” he pouted. “You wanna help me with laundry?”
“And why would I do that?” Eddie raised a single brow at him, and Buck just smirked.
“I’ll blow you,” he offered and Eddie just rolled his eyes.
“You would do that anyway,” he said and, after a quick glance around, pressed a quick kiss to Buck’s nose. “You can do the laundry by yourself. I have to help Hen with inventory on the ambo.” Buck pouted but didn’t say anything as Eddie walked away, instead just watching his ass in his uniform pants. He waited until Eddie was out of sight before heading to the laundry room, getting the load out of the dryer and switching it over, shoving the last shifts’ uniforms in the washer.
He was in there for a bit when Hen came and got him, telling him that Bobby wanted to talk to everybody. They walked out together to find Bobby standing in the middle of the bay, arms crossed over his chest, next to a young woman with long red hair; she looked familiar, but Buck couldn’t place her at all (which wasn’t saying a lot, considering the amount of people he fucked before he and Eddie got together).
“Morning team!” Bobby started. “I wanted to begin with an apology, as I had an unexpected meeting pop up that was necessary for me to be in, but I know Eddie did a great job running things until I was available.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know if you all remember, but this is Taylor Kelly. She’s a reporter on Channel 8, and about six months ago, her helicopter crashed and we were the team that was sent on that call.” So that’s why he recognized her! “She and her team approached the LAFD not long after that call, and proposed a sort of documentary style news piece. While the original plan was to only cover the 118, the LAFD thought it would be better to highlight multiple stations, and it’s finally our turn.”
“So she’s gonna be following us around with cameras?” Hen asked, arching her brow.
“I am going to let Ms. Kelly explain this part,” Bobby gestured for her to speak, and she smiled politely.
“Thank you, Captain Nash. The answer is both yes and no,” Taylor said. “We will be following you on calls, but we won’t be in your faces on a scene. When we’re here in the station, we will be conducting one-on-one interviews with you all. I promise we won’t get in the way of your jobs.”
“Please make sure you all do your best to welcome Ms. Kelly into our station,” Bobby said with a tight smile. “You’re all dismissed, go back to your chores.” Buck was quick to turn on his heel and head back to the laundry room — he wanted nothing to do with Taylor Kelly. The last time they talked, she heavily implied that Eddie was only with him because he was young, dumb, and easy to fuck, and he really didn’t want to be around her more than he had to be.
Unfortunately, his peace didn’t last long, because less than ten minutes later, the tones sounded and he was forced to rush out to the engine, hopping in the cab to take his usual spot across from Eddie, their legs slotting together.
“It’s a kitchen fire at a residential daycare, dispatch said all persons have already been evacuated,” Bobby said over comms. “Buckley, Sanchez, Quintana, you three extinguish the fire, Diaz, Wilson, Han, you do checks on everyone at the scene.” They all confirmed their roles, so as soon as they arrived, they were on it. Buck yanked on his turnouts and grabbed a fire extinguisher and headed inside along with Sanchez, Quintana hanging back to talk to the owner of the house. The fire hadn’t spread very far at all, still contained to the kitchen, so it was easy to knock it down, and find the source — overheated oil in a pan on the stove.
They made sure there were no more embers before making their way back through the house and outside. Buck’s eyes immediately found Eddie next to the ambulance, a little girl on his hip as he did some checks on her. She was clinging to his shoulder, face buried in his chest, and Buck was going to kill himself.
He wasn’t able to tear his gaze away as he stored the gear back in the engine, jaw clenching as the little girl grew more comfortable, bouncing in his hold and giggling when he said something or made a joke. He wasn’t kidding when he told his sister and Chim that seeing Eddie with babies made him want one — he was ready to knock that man up right there and then.
“Evan Buckley, right?” someone said behind him, and he reluctantly turned to find Taylor Kelly standing there. “We’ve met before, you were the one to pull me out of the helicopter.”
“I remember,” he said politely. “Glad to see you’re doing okay.”
“You remember me?” Taylor smirked a little. “It’s been six months.”
“It was my first helicopter crash,” he shrugged. “Those kinds of things tend to be memorable.” He looked over his shoulder to see Eddie sitting on the bumper of the ambulance, the little girl and another toddler, a boy that looked a little younger, sitting on his lap.
“So I take it you two are still together?” Taylor’s tone was sharp, her voice strained.
“Uh, yeah, yeah - actually we’re engaged now,” Buck grinned brightly. “We just can’t wear our rings on shift. It’s a safety hazard.”
“Sweet. Did you propose, or did he?”
“Uh, both of us actually? I proposed first, but it was kind of a spur of the moment thing after he almost died? And then he proposed after that, and then I proposed again but with a ring, and then he proposed on my birthday with a ring,” Buck ran his thumb over the fourth finger of his left hand, missing the cool metal that he had quickly grown used to.
“Four proposals, wow,” Taylor’s eyes widened. “You know I did a piece of love-bombing a few years ago, that’s the kind of thing I was looking for.” Buck stared at her, not really sure how to respond to something like that.
“I-I mean, we- I…” he stuttered, letting out a sigh of relief when Bobby called for them to pack it up and get back in the rig. “I have to go.”
“Of course you do,” she rolled her eyes and headed back to her van with her camera man, and Buck was happy to turn and open the door to the engine, hopping in and settling in his usual seat, Eddie taking his only a minute later.
“What did she want?” he asked, pushing his foot against Buck’s.
“Nothing really, just…asked about us,” Buck shrugged, but Eddie’s eyes hardened.
“Why?”
“Oh, well, after I got her out of the helicopter, she asked me out, and I turned her down, obviously! But she clocked our age difference and like, implied that you were only with me to fuck me,” Buck rubbed the back of his neck. “So she was like, surprised we were still together.”
“So she was flirting with you,” Eddie deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “Fucking bitch.”
“She wasn’t flirting! She was just asking questions!”
“To figure out if she could fuck you or not,” Eddie leaned forward. “Baby, I love you, but ever since we got together, you truly have no idea when people are flirting with you.”
“What- no, that’s not true,” Buck shook his head. “I notice when people flirt with me! They’re just not flirting anymore, cause I have my ring!”
“Baby, you get flirted with constantly,” Eddie said.
“It’s true, Buckley, you do,” Sanchez confirmed. “On pretty much every single call.”
“Oh,” Buck frowned a little. “I don’t flirt back, do I?”
“No, baby, you’re very polite,” Eddie smiled and patted his knee. “Usually, you end up bringing me up anyway.” Buck blushed a little, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap the rest of the ride back to the station. When they got back, they had to clean up some of their gear, and Hen and Eddie worked on restocking the ambulance with the supplies they used on the kids, so when Taylor approached him to do the one-on-one interview, he didn’t really have a good excuse to say no.
She led him upstairs to the dining area, to a two-top, and they settled across from each other while her cameraman worked at setting up the shot. They made some idle small talk while they waited, and Buck was conscious of how he was talking with her.
“Ready to go,” her camera said, and Buck sent up a silent prayer that this would be quick and painless.
“Alright, could you please state your name and age?” Taylor started.
“Uh, yeah, I’m Evan Buckley, though I go by Buck, and I’m 28 — I just turned 28 a couple months ago.”
“Great, and how long have you been a firefighter?” Taylor asked, leaning forward in her seat, her cleavage on display.
“Just over two years, I’m uh - I’m the youngest on A shift.” They went through some more questions — how did he become a firefighter, what’s the best part of the job, questions with easy answers that the public would probably eat up.
“What is the best thing to come out of this job?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Oh, that’s easy: my partner,” Buck’s smile widened. “We met my first day, obviously, and we got along well enough the first few months, but…about six months in, things started shifting and we became friends, and then we started dating. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“That’s sweet,” Taylor’s tone was as professional as ever, but her face gave away her disapproval. “Alright, my last question: what is your goal within your career? Do you ever want to rise the ranks, or switch jobs?”
“I think I’d like to be captain one day,” Buck admitted. “It’s nothing something I’ve given too much thought, since I’m so early in my career as a firefighter — almost everyone else here has at least five years on me — but being able to see Bobby, Captain Nash, I mean, curate and make this station feel like home…I’d like to do the same thing. Eventually. I still have so much to learn, obviously, and I love being a firefighter. I’m not looking for anything to change anytime soon.”
“Thank you for your time, Firefighter Buckley,” Taylor said and gestured to her cameraman, who turned the recording off and lowered the whole rig. “So…you started dating Eddie when you were a probationary firefighter?”
“Uh, yeah, about six months in,” Buck nodded.
“Is that like…an HR issue?” she asked. “I mean, you’re technically in a lower position.”
“Oh, no, not really. Even as a probationary firefighter, he was still only a firefighter, and he had no power over me, only Bobby,” he denied. “Trust me, we made sure everything was good.”
“Still, seems a little suspect,” Taylor shrugged. “You know, after you rescued me, I did some research.”
“Research?” Buck raised an eyebrow.
“I googled you,” she smirked a little. “You used to be quite…active, it looked like.”
“Yeah, before Eddie and I got together, I liked to…go out. But that was more because I had attachment problems, or whatever,” Buck shrugged. “I was happy, and still am, that I left that behind. I love my life with Eddie.”
“It sure seems like it,” Taylor stood. “Well, I’ve got more firefighters to interview…”
“Of course,” Buck stood. “It was - was nice to talk to you.” He took his leave as quickly as possibly, jogging down the stairs, scanning the bay for Eddie. He was in the gym, doing pull ups, and while he was coming to find him to talk about the weird as fuck conversation with Taylor, he stopped to watch his fiance and the way his arms bulged as he lifted his weight.
“You gonna just stand there and watch me?” Eddie asked after a minute, dropping to his feet and turning around.
“Absolutely,” Buck nodded. “Don’t act like I haven’t caught you watching me when I lift.” Eddie shrugged and tugged him against his chest when they were close enough.
“So did you come down here to actually talk to me or just perv on me?” Eddie asked, tilting his head up to look at him.
“Can’t I do a little bit of both,” Buck flirted, though he restrained himself from kissing Eddie, as much as he wanted to. “No uh…I just - I think I get what you mean, about Taylor flirting with me. She keeps, like, implying that you manipulated me or something?”
“What?” Eddie frowned, his brows furrowed. “How so?”
“She, like, asked about how we started dating and I said I was a probie and she, like, questioned how ethical that was, if there was a power imbalance or whatever,” Buck shrugged. “It’s not anything I can’t handle or whatever, but it’s annoying.”
“Yeah, I can bet,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Obviously we can’t say anything to her on the clock, so maybe just stay away from her?”
“I’ll do my best. Maybe we should just make sure we spend the rest of the shift together so that she doesn’t have a chance to talk to me,” Buck suggested, smiling knowingly.
“And what a hardship that is,” Eddie looked him up and down. “Spending the next fourteen hours with my fiance.” Buck beamed and glanced around to make sure there was no one around before sneaking in a quick kiss, humming happily.
“You almost done with your workout or do you want me to join you?”
“Hmm, I could go a bit longer,” he said thoughtfully. “You should go get changed.” Buck nodded and, with a squeeze of Eddie’s waist, was headed to the locker room to swap his uniform for his active clothes, going with some shorts and a tight, moisture wicking shirt, both of which he knew Eddie loved to see him in.
It was normal for them to workout together, at work and outside of it, so it always felt a bit like foreplay. Outside of work, it always led to sex, and at work, it served to rile them up until they got home and could take care of it (save one memorable occasion where Buck set his weights to Eddie’s weight exactly, and after Eddie had shoved him into the showers and gotten on his knees, blowing him until he spilled down his throat).
After they finished in the gym, they had time to take a quick shower before they were called out (and thank God, because Buck was this fucking close to joining Eddie in his stall to blow him). Unfortunately, things were much more unpredictable on a scene, and Eddie wasn’t able to stay with him the entire time, and after they had secured the perimeter, there wasn’t much for him to do while Eddie, Hen, and Chim focused on the patients (a family reunion gone wrong that involved a charcoal grill and burning hot skewers).
“Firefighter Buckley,” Taylor said as she approached him, surveying the scene with a grimace.
“Ms. Kelly,” Buck returned in his most disinterested voice.
“You are a highly respected man, you know?” she said, coming to a stop beside him.
“What do you mean?” he frowned a little, glancing down at her.
“All the other firefighters I’ve interviewed have had nothing but good things to say about you, how you really completed the A shift, made you guys all feel like a family,” she smiled a little.
“Oh,” Buck blushed pink, looking down at the ground. “That’s — I didn’t know that.”
“It was really heartwarming to hear, actually. How close you all are. The other stations, they had each other’s backs of course, and they respected each other, but they didn’t love each other. Not like you guys do.”
“This was the first place that I really felt like I belonged,” Buck admitted. “Growing up my parents were…not the greatest, and for a long time I was searching for the place that felt like home. I found it here, with my team, at the 118.”
“I can understand that,” Taylor nodded. “I have a complicated home life, so I got out as soon as I could, and I came to LA. It’s been good for me. And for you, obviously.”
“Yeah,” Buck said, looking over at Bobby.
“We have a lot in common, and I think if we had the chance to get to know each other better, we’d find it’s even more,” she said suggestively. “We could go out after your shift is over?”
“At eight in the morning?” Buck rolled his eyes.
“For breakfast,” she shrugged.
“I am flattered, but after I get off work, Eddie and I are going home and getting some sleep, and then we have to work on planning our wedding.” That was absolutely not what they were going to do, but he figured bringing that up might deter her some. “And we’re taking Chris and his girlfriend to the movies.”
“Chris?” Taylor arched a single brow.
“My stepson,” Buck grinned a little. He still wasn’t quite used to calling Chris that, but they were using it more and more and it always warmed his entire body up. “A date night for both of us.”
“Eddie has a son?” Taylor scoffed a little. “Old enough to have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah, he turns 16 in a few weeks, actually,” Buck nodded.
“And you’re okay with that? Being saddled with a stepson that’s not that much younger than you?” she asked, and Buck was this fucking close to snapping. “Did you even want kids?”
“Alright-”
“Buck! Time to go!” Bobby called, and Buck closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“I think it’s best if you don’t talk to me the rest of your time at the 118,” he said firmly, staring down at her. “It’s clear that we have different…goals, from whatever this is. So…yeah.” He turned on his heel and headed over to the engine, hauling himself up into his normal seat.
“Good, baby?” Eddie nudged his foot against Buck’s.
“Yeah, just…ready for this shift to be over,” he groaned. “We still have so many hours. Cap? Taylor’s not staying our entire shift, right?”
“She’ll be going home overnight, but they’ll be back in the morning to get the end of our shift,” Bobby said, and Buck clenched his hands on his thighs. Eddie hooked their ankles together, and that small point of contact was enough to comfort Buck, relaxing slightly into his seat. Arriving back at the station not long later, they cleaned up the gear and restocked any supplies they ran through. They were about to get started sweeping the floor when Taylor approached the pair and asked if she could interview Eddie.
“Of course,” he flashed her patented I wish I could stab your eyes out smile he usually reserved for the PTA and followed her upstairs. Buck watched from the bay for about five minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore, and ran up under the guise of prepping for dinner.
They had already made it through the first few questions when Buck started eavesdropping, and he did his best to keep his actions as quiet as possible so he could keep listening. They were both incredibly tense, practically glaring at each other and ignoring the camera. “What made you want to become a firefighter?”
“After I was discharged from the army, I needed something full time, within my skillset, and that had good benefits for my kid. Firefighting fit that. I fell in love with the camaraderie of being on a team, someone always having your back, and being able to help.”
“How touching,” Taylor’s voice was sharp and venomous. “What have you learned from working at the 118?” Buck bit his lip nervously as he watched Eddie smirk a little.
“This is very specific to my experiences, but I learned what it felt like to be loved. I’m gay, and my parents aren’t the most accepting of that. But this team became my family, and they love every part of me.”
“That’s very sweet. How-”
“Not to mention I met my fiance here,” Eddie interrupted her. “He’s the absolute love of my life. For so long, I thought I was broken, that I wasn’t able to be loved or give love. But then I met Buck, and I realized how wrong I was. He’s the love of my life, and I wouldn’t have him without the 118, and I’m grateful for that every second of every day.”
“A modern love story,” Taylor’s eyes narrowed. “Has there ever been any pushback from your Captain, given your difference in rank when you first began seeing each other, or the age difference between you two?”
“None at all,” Eddie leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit. “Bobby has been my captain for over eight years now. I did my probie year here too. He chose Buck to be my partner, and he has been incredibly supportive of our relationship. He knows us both very well, and he sees how much better our lives are with each other. He’s a tremendous captain, and I’m very lucky to be working under him.”
“And working a dangerous job with your partner has never impeded either of your work in any way? Drawn attention away from what you should be focusing on?” Taylor asked, leaning forward in her seat. Buck couldn’t really see the expression on her face, but he knew it couldn’t be good.
“We’re professionals,” Eddie shrugged. “We worked together for six months before we got together, we’re aware of where the line is. We’re not the only couple within the LAFD to work on the same shift at the same station either. It’s more common than you think, given how difficult it can be to find someone who understands the ins and outs of working the type of work we do.”
“Yes, you’re all very noble,” Taylor sat back in her seat. “My last question, where do you see yourself in ten years in this career? Are you looking to become captain one day?”
“Ten years…” Eddie said thoughtfully. “Married, of course, with at least a couple more kids, and I want them to be my focus, so no, I don’t see myself becoming captain. I also acted as interim captain here a few months ago, while Cap was on vacation, and I have no desire to have to do that much paperwork. No, I like being a firefighter, I like being able to be on the ground, helping people hands on.”
“Well, thank you for your time, Firefighter Diaz,” Taylor stood, smoothing her skirt.
“Of course, Ms. Kelly. We’re all so glad you’re here highlighting the important work of the LAFD,” Eddie stood as well, stepping around her and the cameraman, heading straight over to where Buck was pretending to chop some carrots. “Hi baby. How’d you think I did?”
“Fuck you,” Buck muttered. “Telling her and everyone who watches this fucking documentary that I’m the love of your life.”
“Oh?” Eddie smirked, leaning close. His eyes flicked over to where Taylor stood, watching them, though she at least tried to pretend she wasn’t. “Why, you think I’m lying, baby? Exaggerating?”
“No, you dick, it’s because I can’t do anything about it here,” Buck rolled his eyes. “When we get home, I’m bending you over the bed.”
“Hmm, can’t wait, baby,” Eddie smacked his ass lightly, but hard enough to get him to jump a little — enough to make sure Taylor Kelly knew exactly what he did. Buck glanced up at her, their eyes meeting briefly before she yanked her gaze away and headed down the stairs.
They didn’t have any more calls until after dinner, and after Taylor Kelly and her cameraman had left for the night, thankfully. Late at night, Buck snuggled against Eddie’s chest, tucking himself as close as possible in their small bunk. They had a couple calls during the night, both car accidents, so when they got back at nearly seven in the morning, they started wrapping up their shifts. Taylor arrived only a few minutes after they did, and immediately began filming, speaking with a few different firefighters for a few minutes each. Thank fuck, she didn’t approach Eddie or Buck for those, and about fifteen minutes after eight, they were clocking out. They changed in the locker room, taking a few minutes to talk with Hen, Chim, and some of the others before bidding everyone a goodbye and heading to the parking lot, hand in hand.
Buck opened the back door of the truck to throw their bags in, but before he got a chance to close the door, he was being shoved against it, slamming it closed with his body as Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him rough and filthy. Buck immediately returned it, arms snaking around Eddie’s waist to pull him even closer, their entire bodies pressed together, one of his legs slotting between Eddie’s to give him something to grind against.
Eddie curled one hand in Buck’s curls and held his head still as the other moved to cup his jaw, pinching it softly with his thumb as their kiss turned sloppy, tongues moving together, spit and saliva leaking down their chin and Buck knew his upper lip would be scratched red raw. He moaned as Eddie’s hips rutted against his thigh, cock hard and rubbing against him.
“Daddy,” Buck gasped when Eddie moved down to his neck, biting at his pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck fuck fuck, Daddy!” Buck had to bite his lip to keep himself quiet — they were in the fucking parking lot of their job after all.
“Want you to make me come, baby,” Eddie muttered. “C’mon, hands on my hips.” Buck’s hands dropped down instantly, squeezed the layer of fat that always rested on Eddie’s hip bones (that Buck fucking loved, okay? He would spend hours kissing, licking, and biting them if Eddie let him). He used his grip to grind Eddie down into his leg, rocking their hips together like they were in a club and not broad daylight at 8:20 in the fucking morning.
“Shit shit,” Eddie whined, burying his face in Buck’s neck as he came, and Buck let his head fall against his fiance’s, blinking slowly. He didn’t come, but he didn’t need to - making Eddie orgasm that hard, in his jeans, in public? Fueling Buck’s fantasies for years. He took a deep breath and turned his head slightly, freezing when he saw Taylor Kelly standing across the parking lot staring directly at them, mouth gaping.
“Oh,” Buck said. “That’s why.”
“Hmm?” Eddie hummed a little and sat up, following his gaze. “Oh, yeah. I saw her watching us when we were walking to the truck.”
“And you decided to, what, mark your territory?” Buck asked with a smirk.
“That’s exactly what I did,” Eddie agreed. “You’re mine, and she needed to get that through her thick fucking skull.” Buck laughed a little and pulled Eddie into another kiss, this one much softer.
“I think you accomplished it, sunshine,” he said. “Now why don’t we get out of here before any of our actual coworkers come out here and find us dry humping like we’re teenagers.” Eddie agreed with another kiss, tugging himself away from Buck and heading around the truck to get in the passenger seat. Buck climbed into the drivers side and started the engine, rolling his eyes as Eddie offered Taylor a wave as they drove past her news van. “You know, you’re kind of a bitch.”
“Yeah, but you love when I’m a bitch,” Eddie shrugged. “And I love you when you’re an asshole.”
“Perfect pair,” Buck nodded along, dropping his hand over the console to grab Eddie’s thigh, squeezing slightly. “Two weirdos, finding each other.” Eddie laughed, that bright, happy laugh that he saved just for Buck’s stupid jokes, and Buck reveled in the warmth, feeling far more from his fiance than the morning sun.