[fic] short circuit

[pairofraggedclaws]

Title:  short circuit
Fandom: 9-1-1
Rating: E
Word count: 10996
Characters/pairings: Buck/Eddie, minor appearances by others
Summary: The Contest from Seinfeld, but just between Buck and Eddie. Bet you can't guess what happens next! Contains some light (unnegotiated) powerplay and humiliation.

 

“No,” Hen says before Buck can even finish his sentence. Chimney, massaging his temples, just shakes his head.

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say!” Buck protests.

“Everyone knows what you’re gonna say, because everyone has seen Seinfeld,” Chimney says.

“I haven’t,” Eddie says. Buck looks at him, eyebrows raised, at the same time as Hen and Chimney. Eddie raises his hands like he’s calming a spooked horse. “Jesus.”

“You’ve seen this episode, trust me,” Chimney says.

“I haven’t seen any episodes,” Eddie says. “All of you stop looking at me like I have three heads, it’s not that weird. Buck’s seen like five movies in his entire life and you don’t give him shit.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Hen says. “It is that weird. But we love what a freak you are, don’t worry.” Eddie makes a face at her.

“Yeah, even a cultural illiterate like Buck has still seen Seinfeld,” Chimney says. “So it’s extra weird, sorry.”

Eddie’s rolling his eyes, shaking his head, but he’s smiling. “So what are we talking about?”

“So, the episode is called ‘The Contest’,” Buck says.

“You know what, I gotta – “ Chimney points vaguely. “Paperwork. C’mon, Hen.” He pulls at her arm.

“What? What paperwork?” Hen says.

“The kind called it’s about to get real weird over here so let’s get outta here,” Chimney says, and tows her away.

“Why can’t you let me have my entertainment?” Hen protests before she’s dragged out of earshot.

“Man, I don’t understand half the stuff they say,” Eddie says.

“Oh, me either. Chimney calls it their Best Friend Secret Code,” Buck says.

“I feel like whenever we say stuff to each other that they don’t understand,” Eddie says in a musing tone, “they just make fun of us.”

“Jealous of our bond,” Buck says wisely.

“That isn't really the vibe I get,” Eddie says. “So what’s this contest? From the aptly named episode ‘The Contest’?”

“Oh, yeah, basically they just have a contest to see who can go the longest without, you know.” Buck makes a jerkoff gesture. “Or also, without…” He makes a dialing-zero gesture.

Eddie gives Buck's gestures a judgmental side-eye. “So that’s it? That’s the whole contest?”

“Yeah, but obviously those guys are wimps,” Buck says, raising his voice a little since Hen and Chimney are nearby again, not doing paperwork, the liars. Hen flips him off absently, leafing through a magazine. “And we’d all put money down, whoever wins gets it.”

Eddie takes a swig of his coffee. “Let’s do it.”

“They won’t, you heard them.”

“No, you and me,” Eddie says. “Easy money for me, right?”

“Shut up, man,” Buck says. “I’ll wipe the floor with you.”

 

 

They're the only two in the bunkroom when Buck wakes up. Eddie, one bed over, is already awake, or something like it, yawning and rubbing at eyes that don't seem to want to stay open. Buck moves over to Eddie's bunk, and Eddie bumps his shoulder into Buck's in a friendly way. Buck's shoulder tingles, that's the level of horny he's at, his body is operating by completely different rules currently.

Buck had schemes, he had plans. He knows Eddie's weaknesses. But days keep passing, and Eddie's still in it, and Buck's approaching a form of insanity. Eddie, the dick, seems totally fine, calm, with his fucking twinkly-eyed smiles he gives Buck whenever Buck asks if he's still in.

“Where’s everyone?” Eddie says. His voice has that deep huskiness it always does when he wakes up, muzzy and disoriented and trying to subtly wipe drool away from the corner of his mouth. It usually makes Buck feel fond; this time it sends a thin shiver down Buck's spine.

“Upstairs, maybe.” Absentmindedly, he touches Eddie’s hair, finger-combing it back into some kind of coherence.

“So I don’t have to get up?” Eddie says, closing his eyes and kind of leaning into the touch, like a cat.

“You’re such a serial napper,” Buck says, gently scratching his scalp.

“I’m making up my sleep deficit, some of us were in the army.”

“Aw, you big tough soldier,” Buck says in a cooing voice, petting Eddie’s hair. Eddie opens one eye to glare at him, as harshly as one can with big, brown, sleepy eyes, and then pillows his head on Buck's shoulder with a hmph.

“You’re mean,” Eddie says, and Buck can feel the ghost of Eddie’s breath on his neck.

“I – I’m nice,” Buck says. “So nice.” It's starting to feel dangerous, the way they're sitting together, leaning against against each other, and Buck's heart is pounding like he's about to rappel down the side of a cliff. He lowers his hand from Eddie’s hair, but through some accident of instinct wraps his arm around Eddie, settling his hand on Eddie’s waist before he has time to think better of it. And that - that's worse. More dangerous.

“Eh, you’re not that nice,” Eddie says.

Buck should move his hand, but it wants to stay where it is, flush to Eddie's side with his fingers spreading over Eddie's ribs.

“So, uh,” Buck says, “how’re you doing with the contest? Ready to give up?”

Eddie chuckles and Buck can feel it, Eddie's whiskey-sweet laugh reverberating through the tendons of Buck's neck and making it undeniable; that's arousal he's feeling, down his neck, his spine, and, God help him, between his legs. Buck huffs a panicked breath, flexing his fingers on Eddie’s side without thinking, his rogue hand trying to pull Eddie to his side. His mind's saying, what're you doing, this is Eddie, this isn't - but his body is saying closer, and more, and, why not, exactly? and Buck doesn't have an answer for that.

“You wish,” Eddie says, and he doesn't sound sleepy anymore.

Buck winces, preparing to pull away casually, slowly, return them to best-friend distance instead of...this. Then Eddie relaxes all at once, and now it’s not just his head on Buck’s shoulder and the warmth of his body under Buck’s hand; he’s pressed up against Buck’s entire side. Eddie’s hand finds a place on Buck’s thigh and Buck stares at it with his mouth hanging open.

“How about you?” Eddie says.

“I...” His entire body is thrumming with adrenaline and the feeling of Eddie nuzzling – honest-to-God – into his neck.

“Ready to give up?”

Buck takes a shaky breath and looks at the ceiling like it’ll help him. It doesn’t, the selfish bastard.

He's experiencing the strangest, wildest feeling he's ever felt, something like a restless wind stirring the limbs of trees, something he's never known before. And it's also just this easy: Buck and Eddie. It makes sense. They always make sense together.

“I never give up,” Buck says.

“Well,” Eddie says, “that must be…hard.”

“There’s no way you just said that,” Buck says. Eddie laughs softly, and Buck wants to squirm at the way it feels against his skin.

“Am I wrong?” Eddie asks. “You’ve gotta be frustrated.”

“Uh, are you?” Buck says, the only other answer being you’re not wrong and I’m getting hard right now, actually, that’s how frustrated I am.

Eddie finagles himself in closer, somehow. “Yeah,” he breathes. His hand on Buck's thigh is coming slowly alive. “I thought it would be easier. I’ve had to go way longer, on tour. And when Christopher was younger, Christ, I thought I’d never get any time to myself again.”

“Must’ve been – tough.”

“I remember feeling like I was going nuts in the army, nighttime and everything was quiet but people all around me. Wanting to, but I couldn’t. Had to just go to sleep.” Eddie huffs an amused breath. Buck breathes slowly, trying to push away an image of Eddie on some Army cot or whatever, aching and hard, hands fidgeting at his sides with how much he wants to touch himself. “So this should be easy.”

“But it’s not?” Buck says. He’s barely holding up his end of the conversation, or whatever this is. Possibly a mating ritual.

“No,” Eddie murmurs. “Not easy. I’m so – “ He cuts himself off.

“What?"

Eddie sits up, then, away from Buck enough to look at him. Buck swallows convulsively at the look in Eddie’s eyes, a kind of hazy heat. Low and slow. Maybe something else there too, not exactly nervousness. Maybe he's feeling the way Buck is, wired and disbelieving and overwhelmed with what’s happening. Drunk on the air in this room, thick with desire.

“You know,” Eddie says. His hand, still on Buck's thigh, creeps not higher but further in, fingers rubbing over his inner thigh, and even through his work pants Buck feels it like the touch of a flame.

“I – I might,” Buck says, just saying anything at this point, feeling half out of his mind.

“I woke up this morning and my boner just wouldn’t go away,” Eddie says musingly, his eyes on Buck’s mouth. “I literally took a cold shower just to get through breakfast without traumatizing my son. And then he left and I thought, I have time, it’d take about a minute right now, I can lose some money to not feel so – “ His fingers are stroking back and forth, back and forth on Buck’s inner thigh, and on each journey upwards they get closer to touching Buck’s confined cock and Buck hasn’t exhaled in close to a minute. “ – so fucking wound up. But then I thought, no, I can’t let Buck win because he’ll hold it over me forever.”

“I’m sure I’ll get to hold it over you soon,” Buck says. “Sounds like you almost caved there. You must’ve – must’ve really wanted it.” He stumbles over his words as Eddie’s fingers just brush where the fabric is straining between his legs, so lightly that he barely feels it.

“You have no idea,” Eddie says, and bites his lip. “I was so…fucking…hard.”

“You – “ Buck says, and loses his train of thought for a second when Eddie ducks forward to kiss Buck’s neck. “What did you, uh – Eddie. You still didn’t, uh…” He trails off, Eddie kissing up his neck and his fingers lightly brushing over Buck’s clothed dick every few seconds.

Eddie's laugh is quiet, breathy, and right in Buck’s ear. Buck takes a shaky breath. “Wasn’t gonna let you have the satisfaction. And I was gonna be late. I just had to get dressed, put my pants on, still hard, and hope none of my neighbors noticed before I could get into my truck.”

It’s hot, and it makes Buck laugh, the image of Eddie trying to sneak out to his truck with a hard-on in his pants. Eddie bites his neck as if in revenge and Buck has to choke off a shivery little sound.

The tension feels like it’s been building for an hour. Now it snaps.

Fumbling, Buck shoves Eddie back, just as much as he has to so he can slam their mouths together. There’s no slow build, no preamble; it goes from zero to sixty and they’re both panting as they kiss, messy and deep. Buck presses Eddie to him, hard, hand on the back of his neck, and clutches at the bicep of his shirt with the other, and Eddie's kissing back and fuck, his lips are so fucking warm, the slide of his tongue so good Buck's going weak in the knees while sitting down. He sucks on Eddie’s tongue, fucks into Eddie's mouth with his own tongue until he's got Eddie making hurt little sounds against his mouth. Eddie’s pushing into him, like he’s about to climb into Buck’s lap, and his hands are squeezing Buck’s shoulders in a way that might normally feel nice, but right now has Buck feeling like he’s discovered a new, shoulder-centric sex act.

“Buck,” Eddie says, muffled against Buck’s mouth, and then, more urgently, “Buck.”

“Eddie,” Buck says, and then Eddie’s shoving him back just in time for the door to the bunk room to open.

“Hey guys, did you see my charger in here?” Chimney says, not paying much attention to them as he feels around in one of the bunks. Buck tries desperately to control his breathing.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and then, when Chimney looks over hopefully, “Uh, I mean no.” Eddie’s lips are redder than normal, his shirt pulled a little crooked. Buck just shakes his head, still breathless.

“Great, either Hen is messing with me or chargers flee me,” Chimney says. He pauses on his way back out of the room. “Is there a reason I feel like you two are acting weird?”

“The – Santa Anas?” Buck says.

“Oh shit, is that what’s been happening this week? That explains so much.” A moment later the door bangs shut again behind him.

“So – “ Buck says, and then they’re kissing again. All logic and coherence in Buck's mind is heading out, a series of switches being flipped to off, off, off. Thoughts like we are going to get caught any minute drift by unabsorbed. Buck moves by frantic instinct, shoves his hand up Eddie's shirt and gets it on Eddie's pec, squeezing like he would if Eddie had tits. Eddie breaks away with a shivering sound, aahh-hh, breathing hard, and he hides his face in Buck’s neck when Buck does it again.

“Buck,” Eddie says, his lips brushing Buck’s skin. “Buck – we – “

“Yeah,” Buck says vaguely.

“We have to – we can’t – oh, fuck,” Eddie says, as Buck manhandles him into position so he can get Eddie’s other pec with his free hand, rucking up his shirt, and Eddie keeps cursing, running his mouth with his chest arching into the pressure. “Fucking – why does that feel so – you’re so fucking – “ He only stops when he starts mouthing at Buck’s neck, biting gently and then pulling at the collar of Buck’s shirt to suck at his skin near his collarbone. Buck, breath coming in little gasps, rubs his thumbs over Eddie’s nipples and Eddie, mouth still attached to Buck’s neck, makes a sound that comes out like mmmm. It makes Buck moan, too, as quietly as he can manage, the feeling of it and the sound of Eddie’s pleasure, and that activates some kind of dizzying feedback loop that has Buck biting off desperate little sounds as Eddie moans, mmm, mmm, mmm with his teeth in Buck’s neck.

This time they both hear someone approaching and Eddie detaches from his neck as he yanks his hands out of Eddie’s shirt. He just has time to tug Eddie’s shirt down and cross his legs to hide his – frankly outrageous – boner before the door opens. It’s not Hen, who would definitely notice, or Chimney, who would certainly not fail to notice a second time; luckily, it’s someone subbing in from another shift. Neither of them know her well and she pays them no attention, finding a bunk at the other end of the room. Their legs are still touching and Eddie’s hand is on top of Buck’s and they’re locked in some kind of erotic staring contest that Buck can’t bring himself to end even though it must be painfully obvious what they were just doing. Especially with Eddie looking the way he does, face a little pink, his hair messed up beyond belief – did Buck do that? – and his lips red and wet.

“You, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, “wanna go check on those, uh. Supplies? Like we talked about before.”

Buck’s mind is still very much in the moments before the door opened, and he touches the spot where his neck stings. Eddie widens his eyes meaningfully at Buck, but Buck isn’t getting the message, his head buzzing. It’s possible that Eddie’s skin is some kind of drug.

“Great,” Eddie says with faux brightness, “let’s go. Get up, Buck.”

“Uh, right, yes, the, uh,” Buck says, and has the presence of mind to grab his hoodie to hold in front of him in case they run into someone.

 

 

Buck sees Hen in the supply closet before they get there, light spilling out around her familiar silhouette and pulls Eddie back. They make their way up to the roof, only stopping once for Eddie to shove Buck against the wall and kiss him like he's starving. Once they get up there, they find Bobby and Ravi, talking over a card game, and Buck sags in defeat.

“Fuck,” Eddie says under his breath. Buck closes his eyes.

“Buck, Eddie,” Bobby says. “Wanna join us?”

It’s the shift from actual, literal hell. It drags on and on with no calls, and Buck sits in a chair across from Eddie on the stupid roof, playing cards. Every sense is reaching out for Eddie. His erection has subsided, but he keeps his hoodie in his lap because he is on a hair fucking trigger and he’s not tempting fate like that.

It’s hard to concentrate. It’s hard not to stare at Eddie, but if he starts he's not gonna stop. Occasionally he lets himself take Eddie in for a second, just a glance before he looks away again. Hopefully he looks anywhere near as calm as Eddie does.

They’ve been playing for a while when Buck’s alotted glance at Eddie coincides with Eddie looking at him, and it happens, he can’t look away. Eddie’s eyes are hot, and Buck can see his hands fidgeting with the cards he’s holding. Buck desperately tries to control his face, look normal, everything’s fine, but then he bites his lip and watches Eddie’s lips part in response on a silent intake of breath.

Buck cannot stay here a moment longer. He’s gonna throw Eddie down on the rooftop and rip his clothes off, Bobby and Ravi be damned, if he doesn’t leave right now.

He makes some kind of excuse, gotta pee, I’m actually getting hungry anyway, keep going without me, and gets the fuck out of there, goes to the bunk room and flops down – not on the bed they were on before. He’s hard again. He wants to go find Eddie and – god, anything, his mind presents him a barrage of images, Eddie looking up at him, on his knees with his mouth full of Buck’s cock, Eddie’s mouth on his, god, just him and Eddie grinding together fully clothed would do it. Buck has to press his hand between his legs, just once.

He hears a snore and yanks his hand away. Fuck, she’s still in here, luckily totally asleep and not witnessing any of that.

Buck wants to just – just shove a hand down his his pants and his boxer briefs and just, God, stroke until he comes, and it wouldn’t take long. If he were alone, he might be just frantic and stupid-horny enough to do it, but he can’t justify jerking off with someone sleeping nearby, it’s too weird and too gross and too messed up.

He lies there instead, hands fisted in the sheets just to be able to do something with them, his cock aching hard between his legs. A thought from earlier comes back; Eddie, in this same situation, in the army however many years ago. Wanting, and not being able to. And this morning, too, hadn’t Eddie said? Buck can see it in his mind’s eye. Eddie, half asleep, grinding into his own hand a couple times. But then he would have remembered about the contest – that he wasn’t supposed to – and pulled his hand away even though it had to have felt so good. Buck imagines him lying there in his bed, hair sleep-mussed, staring at the ceiling with his boxers tented and biting his lip with how much he wants to touch himself, and Buck's cock jerks, leaking in his pants.

“Fuck,” Buck bites out, barely audible. He doesn’t know how long it takes him to actually clear his mind and doze off – but about two minutes after that, the alarm goes.

Shift from hell.

It’s not a bad call, but then they catch another – and another – and another that drags out so they’re held up an hour past the end of their shift. Even Chimney, who can maintain good humor through almost anything, is tense and snapping by the time they get back to the firehouse. Buck, experiencing a kind of beaten-down exhaustion, drags himself through a shower and changing his clothes. By the time he’s done, Eddie is gone – because that’s right, Christopher. Carla can take him to school, but Eddie likes to do it whenever he can. Well, whatever, Buck won’t mind some time in his own bed after a shift like that.

The whole time Buck is driving home, fighting rush hour traffic, something is pinging in the back of his mind. Something he forgot, or something that’s important about today, and it’s not until he’s burrowing under the covers at home with a sigh, on his belly with his face mashed into the pillow and the A/C cranked unreasonably high, that he remembers: right, that’s what’s different about today. He fumbles his phone from the bedside table and calls Eddie before he can think twice about it.

“Hey,” Eddie says, sounding tired but not like Buck woke him up.

“Heyyy,” Buck says, trying to be very, very cool about everything.

There’s a pause. “Are you freaking out?” Eddie says.

“Not – freaking out,” Buck says. “I just wondered…if maybe we should talk?”

“Okay,” Eddie says. There are settling-in type sounds.

“You in bed?” Buck asks, and Eddie makes a low sound of amusement. “Eddie. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I will if you do,” Eddie says. “Yeah, I’m in bed. You wanna know what I’m wearing too?”

“Yes. I mean.” Buck shakes his head at himself and the room at large. “This isn’t really what I meant by talking.”

“Oh, not that kind of talking,” Eddie says, a smile in his voice. “That’s fine, I won’t tell you if you don’t want to know.”

Buck bites his lip, shifting his hips restlessly. It takes him long enough to formulate an answer that Eddie starts laughing. “Dude, shut up.”

“Hmm, no,” Eddie says in a tone of affected breeziness. “I don’t think I will. Nothing, by the way.”

“Nothing?” Buck says uncomprehendingly.

“I’m not wearing anything,” Eddie clarifies, a little thread of cockiness in his words, like he knows what he’s doing to Buck. “In my bed.”

“Oh-okay,” Buck says, “that’s, uh, good to know.”

“Oh, is it?” Eddie says.

“Mhm," Buck says. Eddie, in bed, his big bed, all alone, just him and the covers and endless naked skin…

Eddie laughs. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Uh, talk. Yes. I, uh, I meant to ask if you wanted to come over here or if I could come to yours, I was just so wrecked that I forgot. So. This is me, asking.”

“Sorry I had to rush out of there, I wanted to try and catch Chris before school,” Eddie says.

“I figured, don’t be sorry,” Buck says.

“He says hi, by the way.”

“Hi to him too.”

“I’ll tell him after school.” Sheets rustle, Eddie moving around in his bed. “Here’s the thing about you coming over…”

He sounds hesitant, and a note of anxiety twangs in Buck’s belly. Not that it seemed like Eddie wasn’t into him a minute ago when he was telling Buck all about being naked in bed.

“...it’s not that I don’t want you to. Believe me, I want you to,” Eddie says. “It’s just – the contest.”

Buck blinks. “The contest,” he says.

“Well, I wanna beat you, obviously – you’re ridiculous,” Eddie adds when Buck mutters yeah you do. “But I never want to do this contest again, to be honest. And if you come over it is definitely gonna interfere with the results.”

“I’m ridiculous? You’re like, the most ridiculous man alive,” Buck says. “It’s a dumb contest from Seinfeld, how can you be this competitive, it’s actually disturbing.”

“You’re the one who suggested it,” Eddie says. “But you can always throw it and it’ll be done.”

“Ahhh,” Buck says, reluctantly.

“Come on, Buck, don’t be so disturbingly competitive,” Eddie says, and Buck can practically see his bitchy face, and now he’s grinning stupidly at the ceiling. “Isn’t it just a dumb contest?”

“Yeah, but I can’t let you win,” Buck says. “My Buckley honor, Eddie.”

“Never heard of it,” Eddie says.

“You probably don’t know that much about honor,” Buck says. “You’re too busy plotting how to win jerkoff contests.”

“Better than losing them,” Eddie snipes back.

“Agghh,” Buck says into his pillow. “This is so stupid.”

“So just...come over.” There’s genuine longing in Eddie’s voice. “Come over, Buck, and let me see you cave...and then we can do whatever you want. I’ve got plenty of ideas.”

“No,” Buck says. “No deal.”

“Come on, Buck,” Eddie says. “You can’t hold out forever. You don’t even have to get up. I’ll just give you some inspiration right now.”

“That’s not gonna work,” Buck says, as his resolve takes a mighty hit. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I know you do, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work.” Eddie's voice lowers, taking on an insinuating tone. “I saw you earlier, Buck. I know how pent up you are. You’re probably hard right now.”

“So, so what if I am?” Buck says. Eddie laughs at him. “You’re trying to tell me you aren’t? I was there too, Eddie, and you’re the one who made the first move. You must be losing it.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Eddie sighs, and Buck bites his lip, hard. “I can’t stop thinking about it. You were so fucking hot.”

“God,” Buck breathes. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

“I wanted to do more. I would have,” Eddie says, “if Jannson hadn’t come in. Bu it’s probably a good thing she did, because the next person to come in would have caught me with your dick in my mouth.”

“That would have been bad,” Buck says vaguely. Eddie's mouth, hot, wet, lips stretched around his dick. Why would that have been bad, exactly, Buck can't remember.

“I didn’t really care right then,” Eddie says. “Could’ve made you feel so good. I'm good with my mouth, you know.”

“This isn’t gonna work,” Buck repeats weakly.

“Hmm, whatever you say.” Eddie’s voice has this delicious rasp to it; he could probably say anything right now and get Buck’s blood going. Could read a takeout menu aloud and have Buck moaning.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Buck gets out, grinding his cock against the mattress, just once, just for a second of relief. And – and then again, just – and then one more time, and one more, until Buck realizes he’s probably going to come in about thirty seconds if he doesn’t stop. “Fuck,” he moans, and with a huge mental effort flips onto his back, tossing the covers off. His cock jerks in his boxer briefs. He breathes, slow and deep, trying to calm himself down.

“Buck?” says Eddie’s voice tinnily from where he left his phone. Buck taps speakerphone on and lets his arm fall over his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Did you, uh,” Eddie says, and he doesn’t sound that calm himself, actually.

“No, Eddie,” Buck says. “You wish. You’re sounding pretty wound up over there. I think your plan backfired.”

“Oh, please,” Eddie says dismissively, but Buck’s blood is calming a little now he’s not pressing his cock into the mattress, and he can hear how turned on Eddie sounds.

“You’re the one trying to get me to cave,” Buck says, “because you want me that bad. Right, sweetheart?” Eddie inhales shakily, and Buck grins at the ceiling. Gotcha, fucker.

“Pretty sure we both heard the way you were just moaning,” Eddie says. Buck can almost believe that attitude, that cockiness, except. “Who wants who thaaat bad, Buck?”

“Eddie,” Buck says. “I know you want to. I know you’re thinking about it. Right. Now.” His own voice is sounding almost unfamiliar, laced with arousal and a kind of honeyed condescension. “Are you all worked up? Aw, baby.”

“I - " Eddie says, breathy and lost, and oh, okay, he's into this. “I’m fine, Buck."

“You’re such a bad liar,” Buck says. “It’s okay, baby, I know you need it so bad. You just can’t help it.”

“Uhhh,” Eddie says, barely more than a moan.

“That’s right, Eddie,” Buck coos. “I can tell you’re having such a tough time right now, thinking about me. Trying not to touch yourself. Or maybe you already are?”

“No,” Eddie says, and he’s starting to sound almost drunk. “I’m not. I’m still gonna win.”

Buck chuckles. “I kinda don’t think so.”

“I know you almost came before,” Eddie says petulantly. It’s adorable.

“'Almost' being the operative word,” Buck says. “You know what, I think if this were just a battle of wills, you’d be right. I have way, way worse self-control than you.”

“I think you’re just trying to psych me out,” Eddie says.

“I think you’re projecting,” Buck retorts. “You’re the one telling me all about how you’re not wearing anything. Like you’re trying to get me to give up so I don’t realize...you’re not gonna win.”

“I am,” Eddie says.

“Baby,” Buck says, “you’re not. You like losing too much.”

“I don’t like losing." Buck laughs, mean and dirty. “I don’t.”

“You love it,” Buck says. He’s dirty talked plenty of times before, but never like this – never on this side of things, calling the shots, being a little cruel in all the best ways. Hearing Eddie like this is just - bringing it out in him. “And you love that I know it. You love that both of us will always know that you lost this contest because you just can’t control yourself, you had to touch yourself, you were just too hard and too hot and you needed it so bad, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Eddie says nothing; all Buck can hear is him breathing. Buck ignores his own aching hardness; it’s easy to ignore for the moment, somehow. That’s being overridden by the part of him that wants to push Eddie until he breaks.

“I can feel how desperate you are,” he says. “You wanna touch yourself?”

“I – c’mon,” Eddie says.

“Do you?” Buck says.

“You know I do." Eddie's voice is wrecked. It's thrilling.

“Yeah, I just like to hear you say it,” Buck says. “Like I couldn’t already tell.”

Eddie makes a lost, frantic sound, and Buck shivers from head to toe.

“Touch yourself,” Buck says, and he can hear how his voice sounds like it’s dropped an octave.

“N – no,” Eddie says. There’s something there, in that stammered word, something caught.

“Oh my God,” Buck says with delight. “You already started.”

“N - “ Eddie can’t even finish the word, breaking off into a whimper.

“Fuck, Eddie.” Buck has to push his hand between his legs, one, two, three times. Fuck, he wishes he could see Eddie right now.

“Feels so good,” Eddie moans. “God, fuck you, Buck. I don’t know how you do this to me.”

Buck laughs. “It’s a pleasure,” he tells Eddie sincerely.

“Buck, I’m gonna - “ Eddie chokes.

Buck sits bolt upright. “No, don’t,” he says sharply. “Don’t come.”

“Buck,” Eddie says pleadingly, and then he’s moaning, not like he’s coming, but frustrated, right at the edge with nowhere to go. Buck feels sort of insane, reckless desire swirling through him. He wants Eddie here in his bed. He wants to see the look in his eyes when Buck says these things to him – he wants to pull his hair and push him around and push him to the limit until he’s just a shaking mess. Buck’s never felt like this before, but man, it feels good.

“Did you come, baby?” Buck says, breath coming fast. “I know it’s hard for you to hold back. You’re kind of a slut.”

“Stop,” Eddie moans and Buck freezes for the instant before Eddie says, “I – I am definitely going to come if you keep talking like that, okay, holy fuck.”

“Wish I could say I’m sorry,” Buck says, and Eddie huffs a breathless laugh.

“I wouldn’t believe you for a second,” he says. There’s a pause, and then Eddie says, “Buck.” Just that one word, but it’s tangled in desire and pleading and want. Buck shivers deliciously.

“Yes, Eddie?” Buck says, playing oblivious. “Did you have something to say?”

“I want - “ Eddie makes a sound like a scoff, if a scoff can sound turned on. “Can. Can I?”

“Can you…” Buck smiles irrepressibly at the tormented sound Eddie makes. It’s a moment before Eddie speaks.

“I need. I need to come.” Eddie swallows audibly. “Buck. Can I come?” Every word is clearly a struggle, and he sounds small and humiliated and incredibly aroused.

“No,” Buck says.

“Please,” Eddie begs, and Buck throws his head back on the pillow, cock twitching.

“No,” he says, when he gets a handle on himself. “I decided – you’re right. I think I’ll cave. And you – you’re gonna listen, and you’re not gonna come until I’m done.”

“Fuck. Okay. You’re fucking killing me, I hope you know that.”

“You love it,” Buck says, shoving his shorts down with shaky hands. His cock springs out, hard and heavy and leaking, a deep, flushed red. He wraps a hand around himself, finally, fuck, makes himself groan with pleasure.

“God help me, I do,” Eddie says.

“Fuck,” Buck says fervently as he starts to stroke his cock. It feels insanely good, like his whole body is lighting up from the inside. “Fuck. Fuck. Eddie, I.” He’s not even sure what he’s trying to say, if he is trying to say anything.

“Wish I could see you,” Eddie says. “ You’re so fucking gorgeous, thought I was gonna shoot in my pants on shift just from kissing you.”

Buck shivers, mouth falling open. It’s so good. Everything’s so good, and Buck is not going to last long at all. Buck’s moaning, couldn’t help it if he tried, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

“So pretty,” Eddie says. “You’re so good to me, fuck, you make me crazy.”

Buck tries to respond, moans instead.

“You always do,” Eddie continues. “Always have. Sometimes we’re at work and you just look at me, that’s all, and I can’t stop thinking about getting on my knees right in the middle of the station.”

“R-really wanna blow me, huh,” Buck gets out, tightening his grip, really going for it now, and it’s maybe the best thing he’s ever felt.

“So much,” Eddie breathes dreamily. “And I want, I want you to fuck me. Know you’d make me feel so good, you always do, fuck, I love you.”

“Eddie,” Buck gasps, every word like a bolt pure arousal straight down his spine, so strong it almost hurts. He can’t take it, his chest heaving, moans like sobs ripping out of him as he jerks himself, tight and fast.

“Fuck,” Eddie says, “sorry, this isn’t – you can’t tell anyone this is how I – but I love you, Buck, I love you, I love you - “

He’s just so – so Eddie, so sincere and awkward and loving and Buck is gasping, laughing, coming, his whole body shaking with the feeling, and it goes on for quite a while, actually. It takes a moment for Buck to get his breath back, let alone his grasp of the English language, enough for him to rasp, “I love you too.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically, and says, “Not to – uh, ruin the moment or anything – but - “

Buck kind of wants to make Eddie ask again, see what it does to him, but he’s made him wait so long already, and honestly he feels too relaxed, too serene to do anything but say, “Yeah, Eddie. Come. For me.”

Eddie makes a strangled sound that Buck kind of thinks was trying to be thank you , and then Buck’s listening to Eddie’ s panting breaths , barely even making sounds like he’s past the point of being able to. Buck can fucking hear him jacking himself, that rhythmic, wet sound, and a belated aftershock jolts through him.

It’s barely been a minute, but Eddie’s getting more frantic, gasps turning to helpless little whines, and then Eddie’s moaning, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, and Buck hears him gasp out a sigh, breaths slowing.

“So,” Eddie says after a few minutes of breathing together. “You still wanna come over?”

 

There’s a warm hand on his naked hip, and Eddie wakes up.

Through the slats of the blinds, sunlight pours in, falling in bars of gold on the wall and the floor and on Buck, sitting on the edge of the bed. Buck’s thumb, the one on Eddie’s hip, is rubbing back and forth, and the light is in his eyes but he doesn’t seem to mind, or maybe even notice; he’s just looking at Eddie, fond and sweet and warm.

“Buck,” Eddie sighs, half asleep. “You’re here.”

“I’d say sorry it took so long, but.” Buck leans down to kiss Eddie’s hipbone. “Looks like you didn’t even notice.”

Eddie hums agreement. “I think I fell asleep pretty much the second we hung up. I didn’t even let go of my phone.”

“Not the only thing you didn’t let go of,” Buck says, and looks deliberately down to where the sheet is puddled around Eddie’s thighs.

“Oh,” Eddie says, a little embarrassed, because his hand is still resting loosely on his cock, and it’s sticky with half-dry come. He looks back up to see Buck looking at him like he’s a meal. “Well. I was tired. You kind of took me for a ride.” He feels around in his nightstand drawer until he finds a little packet of wet wipes to clean himself up with.

Buck laughs, proud and shy and a little hesitant all at the same time. “Uh, I hope it was an okay...kind...of ride?”

Eddie tosses the used wipes in the direction of the trash. “It was a great ride,” he says, pulling Buck down, “a full good ride.” Buck kisses him, smiling into it, and Eddie kisses him again, one more time, one more, and when Buck finally pulls back it’s been ten minutes of trading soft kisses.

“I hope I didn’t – I don’t want to – what I mean is - “

Eddie kisses Buck again just to put them both out of their misery. “It’s okay, Buck, I liked it, clearly.” He pauses. “And...you did, too, right?”

“...yeah,” Buck says, with a self-conscious laugh. “But I mean – the things I said weren’t too - “

“No,” Eddie says. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Buck says, and blows out a breath, nodding. “In that case.”

“In that case,” Eddie repeats, not really listening as he runs a hand over the back of Buck’s head, his neck, cups his cheek. Buck leans into every touch, and Eddie can’t get enough of it.

“Maybe you should tell me about what you liked,” Buck says. He captures Eddie’s hand and kisses his palm.

“You know, just, you. The way you were.” Buck resists when Eddie tries to get him to lie down with him.

“That’s kind of vague, don’t you think?” Buck says.

“I’d like it if you took your clothes off and got in bed with me,” Eddie says, in a tone that Chimney calls “sassy” and his sisters call “bitchy” and Eddie calls “authoritative”.

“Tell me something you liked and I’ll take something off,” Buck says. An eyebrow cocks, a judgmental look that apparently gets Eddie hot, dammit. It’s not exactly a surprise after that phone call, but really, it’s ridiculous that this is what gets under Eddie’s skin to this extent, that he likes being pushed around and put on the spot and bullied. Knowing it’s ridiculous, though, doesn’t make it any less hot. “Unless you don’t want to?”

A genuine question, a chance to back out; and Eddie can’t honestly say he doesn’t want to, and saying no, I actually really do want you to tell me what to do and preferably be a little mean about it feels...yeah. He skips right to answering the first question.

“I liked hearing you. Hearing your voice and the sounds you made.”

Buck grins and leans down to take his shoes off.

“Really?” Eddie says.

“Tell me something worth more and you’ll get more,” Buck says with a careless shrug. Like it doesn’t much matter to him to make Eddie wait, to make him lay out his desires in the light of day to get what he wants. And it’s, God, it’s really working for Eddie, the tone of his voice that’s trying for dismissive, for disinterested, even though the way Buck is looking at him is anything but disinterested.

“Um.” Eddie licks his lips. “When you, um. Called me baby.”

Buck pulls his hoodie over his head. “You like being my baby?” he says, like he likes it himself.

“Yeah,” Eddie says roughly, and Buck kisses his hip.

“What else?” Buck says. Eddie’s tracing the line of Buck’s shoulders with his eyes.

“When you called me desperate,” Eddie says in a rush, and his face is getting hot, and at the same time he can feel his dick starting to get hard. There’s not much blood left for his brain, and his head is spinning.

Buck doesn’t try to hide his satisfied smile as he takes his shirt off. “What else?”

“When, um. When you told me not to come.” Buck’s belt, that time, and Eddie’s eyes are glued to the button of his jeans.

“What else?”

“When you said I was a slut,” Eddie says, and Buck just takes off his socks. “Come on.”

“That’s like, the same as calling you desperate, almost,” Buck says, again in that dispassionate way that makes Eddie squirm against the sheets. He’s getting a little harder every time Buck makes him say something. “What else?”

Eddie takes a breath and looks at the ceiling as he says, “When you made me ask you if I could come.”

“That’s good, Eddie,” Buck says, and Eddie licks his lips compulsively as Buck stands, shedding his pants, leaving only his boxer briefs. “Anything else?”

“Dios fucking mio, Buck,” Eddie says. “I never knew you loved to torture me this much.”

“I just love getting you like this,” Buck says, eyes devouring Eddie. “I love how much you love it.” His lips quirk. “Right, baby?”

Eddie’s tongue wets his lips and Buck laughs. Eddie has to look away, because he knows – he knows – that it’s written all over his face, how much he loves this. Loves the way Buck sees right through him and doesn’t hesitate to point it out. His voice feels paper-thin as he says, “Yeah.”

Buck lands on the bed with a thump and then a warm hand is turning Eddie’s face and Buck is kissing him, a heated, plundering kiss that makes Eddie make a low noise in his throat. Eddie lies slowly back down, pulling Buck with him, and they’re still kissing but now Buck is leaning over, half on top of him, chest to chest, and the feeling is so good that Eddie’s skin is singing.

His jaw aches from kissing by the time Buck pulls back to sit up again. Eddie tries to follow, and Buck presses him down with one hand on his sternum.

“Huh?” Eddie says hazily.

“Wanna ride me?” Buck says, and his eyes track down to Eddie’s throat when Eddie swallows convulsively.

“Um,” Eddie says, even more hazily. “Yeah.” Buck does some sort of wicked eyebrow/smirk combination that lets him know he’s in trouble.

“You know I want to hear it,” he says in a chiding, almost disappointed tone, but when Eddie takes a shaky breath the act slips a little and Eddie can see the scorching heat behind it. See what it does to Buck to make Eddie desperate like this.

Eddie’s hand is wandering, and Buck covers it with his own, stilling it on his muscular thigh. “Focus, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Caught is the only word for how Eddie feels; pinned like a butterfly on a board with nowhere to hide. It’s terrifying, it’s embarrassing, exposing, and Eddie is fully hard already, just from this. It’s so much more intense with Buck’s eyes on him, and when Eddie opens his mouth all he can manage is a rough, “I,” and he closes his eyes with the heady wave of humiliation, arousal, want, that washes over him when he hears his own voice, how needy he already sounds.

“Having a hard time?” Buck says, like he’s trying not to laugh.

“You’re not helping,” Eddie says pitifully.

“It’s not my fault you’re so desperate for it that you can’t even think.” That makes Eddie shiver with embarrassment and need. Buck touches Eddie’s cock with his free hand, running a light, teasing finger up his length. “That is all you. I think it’s just the way you are.”

“I’m not,” Eddie says weakly. “I can think. You’re just. Distracting me.”

Buck doesn’t stop touching him; and he touches him everywhere, hands skimming every line of Eddie’s body like he’s hoping to be able to draw him from memory later. He smooths his palms up and down Eddie’s thighs, and only gives feather-light touches to his cock. Eddie is hard anyway, and a little wet at his tip, and he might be going into some kind of trance.

“Open your eyes,” Buck says, and Eddie does, and God, it’s even worse. Better. Worse. Buck is looking at him so knowingly, and Eddie can’t stop thinking about what he must look like to Buck right now. “Tell me what you want. Since you’re not too busy thinking about taking my cock to form a sentence.”

Eddie clenches, and fuck, he wasn’t even thinking about it, too lost in the moment, but now he is and he feels so fucking empty. “I need... Buck. Please.” A tilt of Buck’s head, the start of that sunshine smile and Eddie knows Buck is about to do something to drive him even more crazy. Eddie sits up a little, leaning back on his elbows, has to tilt his face back to look at Buck, and whatever is possessing him causes him to bat his eyes. Buck’s mouth goes slack and stunned, his pupils wide. Eddie pushes himself up a little higher and Buck is swaying towards him, and Eddie’s voice has gone to some new register that Buck has unlocked, smooth and airy and his words dragging a little in a way he can’t stop, as he says, “Will you fuck me?”

Buck is drawing closer and closer like there’s a magnetic pull, and Eddie’s lips twitch in a triumphant smile. “Please, Buck?”

“If,” Buck says, and clears his throat. When he continues, there’s steel in his voice. “If you tell me how you want it. Then I will.”

“Buck,” Eddie says. “Come on, just…” Buck draws back, and the fucker is smiling again, sweet and bright. “I need…”

“I know you need it, baby, believe me,” Buck murmurs. He slides a hand into Eddie’s hair and tugs gently; then, at Eddie’s jerky nod, harder, harder as Eddie keeps nodding, until he can’t because Buck is keeping him still. “Fuck. You need someone to pull your pretty hair. You need someone to fill you up…”

“Not someone,” Eddie says, words falling from him loosely. “You.” Buck’s grip in his hair is unrelenting, and the sting of it is so good that Eddie’s pulling away, a little bit, to feel it more. “You make me feel so good, you always…” Buck’s hand tightens and Eddie gasps as he’s pulled, ungently, so his head is back, his neck an exposed arc. Eddie feels a little strange, in a good way; not outside himself, but firmly inside himself. No separation, no conflict; he is his body right now. It makes it easier for him to keep talking. “I want you inside me, baby, I want...can I ride you? I need to feel you, I…”

“Eddie,” Buck groans, “you have no idea – God, fuck, yes, I just need to get - “

Eddie makes a disappointed, needy sound when Buck lets go of his hair to grab his jeans from the floor, pulling a little bottle of lube, a condom from the pocket. He reclines against the pillows, boneless.

“You came prepared,” he says, his words sliding into each other, and Buck flashes him a shy smile.

“Can I finger you, baby?” Buck says, and Eddie can only nod, hands fisting in the sheets in anticipation. When Buck directs him, he spreads his legs so Buck can kneel between them.

Buck teases him, because of course he does. He doesn’t do more than just rub a lube-slick finger over Eddie’s hole until Eddie is panting with how much he wants it – and then all he gives Eddie is the tip of one finger, thrusting shallowly. Eddie rocks into it mindlessly for an amount of time he can only quantify as absurd . Finally, finally, Buck pushes his finger all the way in, slow, and it’s only one fucking finger but Eddie’s mouth is opening on a silent moan, fuck, finally something inside him.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s what you needed,” Buck says breathlessly, and Eddie watches him drop a hand between his own legs and press.

“I need you,” Eddie slurs. “Need you.” He’s still alive with that delicious shame, but beyond it too at this point; letting himself say anything, letting himself shiver and shake and grind into Buck’s slowly thrusting finger.

“I know, baby, but I’m not done here.” Buck pulls back and then he’s pushing two fingers inside Eddie, making him moan at the stretch.

“I need you so bad,” Eddie says, half a whine, and Buck’s biting his lip as he fucks Eddie with his fingers, and Eddie can’t stop talking, saying, “I need – I can’t – I’ll do – anything – Buck - “

Buck makes a noise like a growl and takes his fingers out, making Eddie moan wretchedly at how empty he feels; but Buck is lying down now, shucking his underwear and moving Eddie to straddle him, and that’s better, that’s closer to what he needs, Buck’s cock is right there.

Buck picks up the condom and Eddie says, “We don’t have to. If you don’t want.”

“Are – are you sure?” Buck’s eyes search his face. “You would want that?”

No tease, no smirk, he’s just making sure. “Yes.”

Buck curses and slicks up his cock, pink and swollen behind where Eddie is straddling him. His knuckles brush Eddie’s lower back a couple times. “Up on your knees,” Buck says roughly, and Eddie goes where Buck puts him until he feels the press of Buck’s cock against him. His eyes flutter shut for the second before Buck says, “You said you’d do anything.”

Eddie’s hips squirm, Buck’s cock just a teasing pressure against his hole. “I. Yeah.”

“Tell me again,” Buck says, naked desire in his voice. “Tell me.”

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps, because the sheer proximity to Buck’s cock, how close he is to getting what he needs, he needs, is wiping his brain clean of thoughts. “You just like – driving me crazy - “

“If you could see the way you look,” Buck says, low and fervent, “if – if you could see it, you’d understand why. Wanna keep you like this forever, wanna keep you desperate for it and hard for it and never let you get what you want, til you can’t even think anymore - “

Eddie’s moaning, or not even exactly that, it’s just that with every exhale comes a hurt little sound, and he’s leaning forward, sagging, supporting himself with his hands on Buck’s shoulders.

“Tell me, Eddie, tell me, please,” Buck pleads.

“Anything – anything - “ Eddie says, his voice low and rough, his throat aching with something he can’t define. “Please, please, please, please… I don’t need to come, I don’t need anything, I just need you to fuck me, Buck, I’ll do anything for it, I need…”

Buck bites out a curse, his head thrown back against the pillows, and he’s finally pulling Eddie down onto his cock, slowly, brutally slowly, and Eddie feels every fucking inch.

“God,” Eddie moans, choked, and when Buck is fully inside him he realizes he’s crying.

“Baby, breathe,” Buck says, his hands smoothing up and down Eddie’s sides and his eyes wide.

Eddie nods, and he’s still crying, maybe can’t stop, but manages to say, “I’m okay.”

“We can stop, I didn’t mean to – to go too far - ” Buck pets Eddie’s hair, his face, his neck. “Eddie. Hey, Eddie.”

“Don’t stop,” Eddie begs, chest heaving, from crying or maybe he’s just out of breath. “It just feels...feels so good, I...I promise, I’m okay, please, Buck.” His hips shift restlessly. “Don’t stop, don’t stop talking to me like that, I want it, I - “

He might have kept going forever, but Buck pulls him down for a gentle kiss. “If you’re sure,” he murmurs.

“Please?” Eddie says, voice wobbling and cracking all over the place.

Buck nods, still tracking Eddie’s face but his eyes are softer, not sharp with worry anymore; and then Eddie is choking out moans as Buck’s hands tighten on his hips, as Buck moves him, up and down, up and down, and Eddie is on fire, his skin tingling with sensation, his nipples pulling taut and achy, little points of sensitivity that ping with need, and Eddie squeezes tight around Buck just to feel him more. Buck stutters a whine at that, red wet lips parting, and Eddie whines too in response, hips working harder, and fucking hell, he can still feel himself crying, hot tears on his face and his breath shuddering, and it’s kind of embarrassing but also he might be having a religious experience so whatever.

“Eddie, oh my God,” Buck says, “fuck, never knew you’d be like this, never knew you needed to be fucked so bad.”

Eddie can’t say a word, open-mouthed with pleasure and bouncing on Buck’s cock, but he nods, yes, yes, I need to be fucked. His cock is starting to ache to be touched in a way that even Buck’s cock inside him can’t distract him from, and he wraps a hand around himself, groaning with relief.

He doesn’t get to do more than that before Buck firmly pulls his hand away, and Eddie makes a truly pathetic, whimpering little sound.

“You’re so hard, baby,” Buck says, breathless but still a little mean, and Eddie shivers all over. “I bet you really need that.”

Eddie jerks his head to nod yes, his hips working, his hand caught in a grip of iron. Trying casually to pull away from Buck’s grip, he finds that he can’t, and he still can’t even when he pulls harder, harder, as hard as he can. He’s caught, caught, and his cock is dripping.

“Yeah,” Buck says, “yeah, I can tell you’re, fuck, aching for it, it would feel so good, wouldn’t it? Just stroke and stroke until you come…”

Eddie barely even knows he’s moved his other hand before Buck catches it too. His neglected cock twitches minutely, and he whispers, “Buck.”

“You don’t even need to come, that’s what you said. Just need me to fuck you.” Buck’s voice hardens. “So you don’t need to touch your pretty cock, right?”

“But,” Eddie pants, but Buck doesn’t let him go on.

“I know, baby, it’s hard for you to control yourself. Hard for you to think.”

“I can think,” Eddie protests, and Buck raises his eyebrows like, yeah right. “I can.”

“Not when you’re all strung out on dick you can’t,” Buck says. “You turn into a slut who just wants to get fucked, just wants to come, right, baby?”

Buck’s not even moving now. Eddie’s just fucking himself on his cock, trying to find the angle that will hit that spot inside him, but he’s so turned on, thoughts so loose and swimmy, that he can’t quite find the coordination and he’s only getting little teases. He makes himself go still. As still as he can manage, anyway, he can’t help but move a little with Buck’s cock inside him like this.“I can think,” he says again, voice weak.

“Okay, Eddie,” Buck says, condescendingly, like he’s humoring him, and Eddie’s face is so hot, and he’s tugging at Buck, trying to get free of his grip, he just needs to touch, he’s so hard, he’s so burning fucking hot, but he can’t get away. “You said you don’t need to come.” Buck’s hips flex up, and Eddie gasps. “So I’m gonna fuck you...and maybe you’ll come...and maybe you won’t. Doesn’t really matter either way.”

Eddie’s cock jerks furiously, tears picking up as he says miserably, “Please, please.”

“No,” Buck says, and Eddie makes a wordless sound of distress, and Buck is sitting up, suddenly, and through some complicated series of maneuvers gets Eddie on his back with Buck still inside him the entire time. Eddie is shaky and limp and lying down feels pretty great, actually. Then Buck starts fucking him again and after a few thrusts he hits the spot dead on and Eddie cries out with pleasure, the feeling sparking all through his body. “There you go, baby, there you go…”

“Please,” Eddie sobs, and Buck drops his head to Eddie’s shoulder for a moment, biting a moan into his neck, and then his hips start working again, hard, not fast but inexorable, and Eddie is whispering please please please, can’t stop. Buck pins his hands to the pillow on either side of his head, and Eddie flexes, arches against his hands and his body just to feel the way he’s held down, and moans when his cock presses into Buck’s stomach a little.

“I’m getting close,” Buck says, “fuck, I’m – I don’t think you’re gonna come, Eddie, I don’t th-think you’re gonna have time, but maybe next time – maybe you’ll make it next time, you’ll be so hard and so desperate for it - “

Eddie whines, desperate, shoving against Buck’s grip on his hands and not moving him an inch. Fuck, he needs to touch, he needs to – he’s so fucking hard and if he can’t touch – if he doesn’t come and this ends and he’s still like this, so turned on, empty and dripping come from his hole – fuck, he’ll be on fire. Every thrust presses Buck’s cock into him just perfectly so he can feel the pressure right where he needs it, but soon it’ll be over and Eddie will be left trembling and desperate. Buck’s getting shaky, jerky with his thrusts, he must be really fucking close, and Eddie is practically writhing against his hold, whining, thinking hazily, I’m not gonna come, I’m not gonna, I need to, I can’t… and the next press of Buck’s cock makes him gasp and tense, his legs shaking.

“I’m - “ Eddie says in a voice he barely recognizes, Buck’s cock is so good inside him, he’s shaking, and then Buck moans and presses in hard, cock pulsing right there right there right there, and Eddie says, “I’m c – I’m, I’m coming,” his voice small and shaky, and his cock is spurting hard, his hole shivering and clenching around Buck, and Buck gasps, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”

Eddie keeps rocking into him, even once it almost hurts, because he never wants to stop. Eventually, Buck releases his hands, leaving Eddie flexing stiff fingers, to still his hips and slide his soft cock all the way out. “Come back,” Eddie mumbles, and Buck huffs a laugh.

“Insatiable,” he says affectionately, and drapes himself over Eddie while they catch their breath, kissing him everywhere he can reach. After a few minutes, he leans towards the edge of the bed, reaching, and then comes back with something, wiping Eddie clean of come.

“Those my boxers?” Eddie slurs.

“Don’t worry about it,” Buck says with a grin.

“Buck,” Eddie sighs.

“Think you’ll live,” Buck says. “You want water? Anything?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I’ll get it, s’okay.”

“Can you, uh, walk after that?” Buck says, eyes crinkling with amusement.

Eddie smacks at him clumsily. “Course I can.” Buck has to slide across the bed to grab him by the waist and steady him once he’s up, because his legs try to give out. “Oh, fuck,” Eddie says; he can feel every delicious ache in his muscles, his hole, the weird, loose feeling all over, his legs as wobbly as a newborn colt’s. He tries to take a step and has to sit on the edge of the bed or fall.

“I’ll get it,” Buck says, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. “And you just stay here and look pretty, baby.”

He brings a warm, wet washcloth too, and after Eddie chugs the water Buck scrubs him gently down, the drying tears on his face, the remnants of come all the way up to his chest hair, a little swipe to his sensitive cock seemingly just for the fun of making Eddie twitch and curse. He leaves Eddie’s come-wet hole alone, which is just fine with Eddie. He wants to keep it.

Buck pulls the covers up, sliding in next to Eddie. Eddie finds uses for him immediately, his shoulder as a headrest, Eddie’s arm resting comfortably across his chest. “Comfortable?”

“Mmm,” Eddie says, kissing Buck’s neck. Buck’s arms enfold him, and he has never felt more like Jell-O than he does right now. “Why have we not been doing this for years?”

“Well, Chimney says I’m dumber than a box of rocks,” Buck says. “I think I’m starting to see why. Honestly, Eddie, it just never occurred to me.”

“Never?” Eddie says. Across his back, Buck’s hands are rubbing gently back and forth, slow, sweeping motions that are making Eddie’s bones turn to rubber. “You seemed pretty sure about it.” He’s not brave enough to say you seemed sure that you loved me.

“Once it occurred to me,” Buck says, “I was sure.”

“Once it occurred to you,” Eddie repeats. “Twenty hours ago.”

Buck’s hands pause. “Is that...okay?”

Eddie shifts a little, trying to get Buck to start again. “Is it okay that it occurred to me a while before that?”

“How long?” Buck asks. “I – I mean, yes, of course it is. I just want to know.”

Eddie thinks: from the start , but he can’t tell if that’s true or not. Thinks: I just love you. That’s all there is to it, and I can’t tell you when it started because now that it has, it’s forever. “A long time,” he says.

“I didn’t know,” Buck says.

“Me either, for a while,” Eddie says. “I have to say it didn’t occur to me that I would want – uh, all of that.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. Eddie gives up on subtlety and reaches behind himself to move Buck’s hand until he gets the picture and starts rubbing Eddie’s back again. “I, uh, mean this as a good thing, a very good thing, but I’ve never seen you like that.”

“Never seen you like that either,” Eddie says. He pushes himself up just enough to look at Buck. “Wait. Clipboard Buck.”

“...shit,” Buck says, and Eddie sees the realization take hold. Eddie lies back down on him to break down laughing.

“You liked being in charge of me, huh,” he says once he's done laughing. “Making me say “check” before you’d let us move on?”

“I….did,” Buck admits. “Whatever. You liked it too. Everyone else would just leave and make me do inventory on my own.”

“Obviously I liked it,” Eddie says. “I just begged for your dick for like half an hour straight.”

“Uh,” Buck says, hands stuttering on Eddie’s back before resuming the smooth motion. Eddie snuggles further into his neck. “That you did. And I very much got off on it.”

Sleep is starting to creep up on Eddie, and he tangles his legs with Buck’s, clinging like a limpet. “I forgot. We kinda got distracted from it, but I forgot to tell you my favorite part of that phone call.”

“Tell me, baby,” Buck says, and his words are syrupy, heavy with tiredness.

“When you said you loved me,” Eddie says drowsily. A kiss is pressed to his shoulder.

“I love you,” Buck whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Eddie whispers back. “I’ll always…” He yawns. “Love you.”

He falls asleep like that, Buck’s slowing hands rubbing his back, pressed up against every part of him that he can reach.

 

 

Coda: Buck

It’s about a week after Eddie showed him the meaning of mind-blowing sex and changed the entire course of his life. They’re all at work, hanging around by the kitchen, when Hen says, “So, how did the contest go?”

“Contest?” Buck says, like he’s not sure what she means. Past Hen, Eddie is pretending to read a book, color flooding his cheeks. Buck’s not sure he ever saw Eddie blush before they got together, but he is a big, big fan.

“Yeah, the Seinfeld one,” Hen says. “You two did it, right?”

Buck has the pleasure of watching Eddie choke on his own spit. “Ohhh, that contest,” Buck says. “Yeah, we did it. A real battle of wills.”

Chimney, from the couch, mutters, “I bet.”

“Do I even need to ask who won?” Hen says.

“Wow, ye of little faith,” Buck says.

“We all know Eddie won,” Chim says, “there was no chance of it going any other way.”

Buck shrugs, and doesn’t bother to hold back a smile. Eddie is shaking his head despairingly, face still pink. “Fine, yeah, Eddie won. What can I say, he’s just got more willpower than me.”

“See,” Chimney says, and Hen snorts.

“Nice work, Eddie,” she says.

“Uh, thanks,” Eddie says, his eyes glued to Buck, and Buck winks at him.

“A victory to remember,” Buck says.