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Six days into Buck’s drop recovery, he’s happier than ever. Even after a near-death experience and the shuddering, vomit-inducing feeling of Abby nearly killing him while she’s halfway across the world after violating his body, Buuck is still floating on cloud nine. He’s wrapped in his Alpha’s scent—in Eddie’s scent—twenty-four-seven. The man dotes on him, shushes him when he cries his heart out, rubs his back when his body rejects the food he’s eaten or when the dangerous thoughts of how his body autonomy has been so terribly violated creep in. Eddie is, on paper and in real life, perfect.
He’s the perfect Alpha—doting, not overbearing, loving, and a perfect sire. It’s all Buck has ever wanted since he presented as an Omega at the ripe age of ten, clammy and uncomfortable on his plain navy blue bedding, thinking about his future. It’s even better when he wakes up with a giddy, smiley pup curled up against him after another afternoon nap, and when Christopher recites all the new facts he learned at school or talks about how Eddie, yet again, burnt toast. It fills Buck with a sense of love and aching.
It’s a long time coming and a long road ahead. Still, Buck thinks he can manage—even if his body can barely stand for two minutes, shaky and lightheaded, with Eddie having to support his weight and bathe him. He turns his nose up at food, so often Eddie’s gotten Hen to bring him IV bags with nutrients in them to keep his body nourished.
He hates this weakness, this clinging agony and aches settling in his joints and muscles, stringing him like a loose-strung puppet who doesn’t move properly and will eventually get tossed or donated, too hard to fix. He hates the clinging sadness that fogs his exhausted brain, but Eddie soothes it with kisses and gentle praises when he manages to do simple tasks by himself.
It feels good—so good, even better than with Abby, who doted on him when she had the time, giving him just enough attention to lead him to crave more, but with Eddie, he doesn’t have to beg for it, to widen his eyes and bat his lashes for it. Eddie is just… there, at the head of his bed, lounging against the headrest and carding soothing fingers through Buck’s mussed curls, crooning soft and deep in his chest. Eddie is there to kiss him gently, to lower him into a bath and wash away days of grime, to scent him when he dips a bit, and the scent of his Alpha brings his mood up.
Eddie is there for everything, even when his heat hits precisely a week after his drop at 2:37 a.m.
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Buck wakes with a gripping ache in his lions, plastered against Eddie’s side, nestled into his neck like a snuffling pup. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sleepily rutting against Eddie’s hip, leg tossed over a thick thigh and gushing. His cunt is making little ’shhcclk’ sounds with each rut of his hips, cock hard and heavy in his boxers, a low-hitched whine leaving his throat when he realizes he’s in the deep, unforgiving thralls of heat. Buck knows there’s a chance for an Omega to go into heat after a rescue bite—usually when the newly bonded pair declines to break the bond—but Buck hadn’t expected it to hit him.
Buck guesses that, with his terrible luck, he’d be hit with heat a week into his drop recovery, his body completely unprepared. He’s still weak and can barely stand for more than five minutes now—a step up from the previous two—and now this?
Buck has always had bad heats—they’re low, long, and brutal. The clawing heat in his belly hasn’t ramped up to its full potential, and Buck already feels wrecked and ruined, tears collecting in his lashes as his hips continue to rut against Eddie’s soft, sleeping body. He’s shaking apart at the seams, already so desperate. The front of his boxers are already sticky, telling him he’s orgasmed once already, but Buck needs more
He needs Eddie to wake up first. The man is sleeping like the dead—which is odd, considering his Army past, current job, and how even a slight sniffle is enough to wake the man—-and Buck is already crying, desperate for something more than the piss-poor job he’s doing rutting his cock against Eddie’s thigh and hip, plaintive whimpers and hiccups leaving his parted puffy lips.
He’s craving Eddie like he craves water, eyes rolling when the softest burst of scent reaches his nose, Eddie’s scent of cinnamon, peppery spices, and leather soft and cloying. Buck is desperate for it, a thin line of drool slipping down his chin as he whines directly into Eddie’s ear. It seems to work, finally, as Eddie’s arm around his waist tightens slightly as the man swims to consciousness, eyes blinking open to take stock of the dark room and Buck, heat-flushed and desperate against him.
“...’uck…? Wuh… what time is it?” Eddie asks, voice gravel-sharp and silky smooth simultaneously, sending a ripple of heat shuddering through his body. Eddie’s head shifts to the side to try to find the alarm clock on his nightstand, and Buck takes the chance to properly stuff his nose into Eddie’s neck, right against his scent gland. It draws a soft grunt out of his Alpha, but Buck barely takes stock of anything past the rough scent of cinnamon, peppery spices, and leather filling his lungs, nothing but the stream of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie present in his mind and the slow-tightening grip the man has on his hip.
“Oh, baby,” the man sighs, and Buck whines, belting out a soft sob, heat clawing at his insides, lighting him ablaze. He needs Eddie to do something, anything to soothe the blaze inside of him, body still aching from his fading drop, weakness still present in his heavy limbs. “Shh, mi cielo, I got you,” Eddie’s voice is losing its sleep-addled roughness, bleeding into that smokey smooth tone Buck knows and loves, drawing a cracked whine out of him.
Eddie cups the back of his head with his free hand, gently tangling his fingers with his damp curls and scratching at his scalp. It draws soft keens from him, cunt clenching around nothing. “A-Alpha,” Buck whimpers, tilting into the soft touches that don’t stop, hands roaming Buck’s back and face, wiping away tears and pressing the back of Eddie’s cool palm into his forehead. “P-Please, n-nu..eed you,” he slurs, collapsing back into Eddie’s body, head tucked into the Alpha’s throat. His fangs dropped a long time ago, and the bolt of his jaw aches to close around Eddie’s scent gland—it’s right there, shiny with scent oil and calling Buck’s name—but Buck refrains, pinching his bottom lip between the sharp canines.
“I got you, Omega… I got you,” Eddie places a kiss on his forehead, and Buck about shakes apart fully at the use of ‘Omega.’ Eddie is right here, acknowledging their bond, replying to Buck’s plead and use of ‘Alpha.’ Abby never liked being called ‘Alpha,’ and after Buck did it teasingly the first time, he never did again. But this? This trumps everything.
There’s a slow-moving hand that comes down to cup his ass between his boxer briefs, and suddenly he’s hauled up to rest entirely on Eddie’s body, cocks pressing together through the fabric, ripping a moan from Buck’s mouth at the contact. Buck is still tucked into Eddie’s neck, and he darts a tongue out to gently and tentatively lick the scent oil dripping from Eddie’s scent gland away, relishing in the groan the action rips from the Alpha.
He goes in for a second lick, teeth untucking from his lips before he snaps his mouth closed and turns his head away, a hitched whimper building in his throat. He wants to bite, god, he does, but what if? They only confessed their love a week ago, after a rescue bite, and what if it’s not really real? What if Eddie doesn’t want to be marked by his Omega, especially in such a viewable spot?
Buck wants this all to be real, to be guided into Eddie’s throat and told to bite; however, something in him aches—that insecure, hesitant beast who ducks its head and curls into itself till it’s burrowing into its own ribcage—and keeps his head turned away till Eddie’s gentle, building croon shakes him free of his mind.
“Later, sweetheart. You can bite me later when Chris isn’t here. I want to hear you shake apart when you bite me,” Eddie soothes, punctuating his words and promise with a heavy squeeze to his left asscheek, fingers dipping into his clothed pussy. He’s dripping, soaking through the fabric, and tilting his hips up into Eddie’s prodding fingers.
“H-Hnnfh, p…please, t-touch me, anythin’, please,” Buck sobs, pathetic and keening for anything Eddie gives him, and is rewarded with the sharp rrrriiiiiippp of his boxers being torn apart, the gentlest nick of Eddie’s claws sending him humping down, desperate and drooling for it. “H-Hoh, my god,” he whispers, revered and very turned on at the show of strength as Eddie’s croons hitch another volume level, vibrating through his diaphragm.
Alphas croon, and Omegas purr, and Buck can already feel the purr build in the back of his throat and at the base of his spine, a tantalizing and domestic display as a mated pair.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie rumbles, kissing the side of his head as his hands knead his ass, taking greedy handfuls and squeezing them before pulling them apart to dip into the smooth, dripping folds of his cunt. His cock is straining the front of his torn boxers, but all he wants is to feel Eddie’s fingers plunge deep inside of his cunt and fuck him open in preparation for taking Eddie’s knot. He knows the Alpha is big, can feel it in his mind that, soon, he’ll have a fist-sized knot fucking in and out of him till it locked and the thick cock pressed against his is pumping his plaint, ready body full of cum.
It makes him moan just thinking about it, shifting and pressing into Eddie’s exploring fingers till two slip in, sinking down to the final knuckle immediately. Buck has always been a soaker, dripping wet, and only getting wetter the more aroused he is—where do you think firehose came from? Yes, he’s a well-endowed Omega, but Buck also has a habit of soaking through everything when he’s aroused—and it’s no different with Eddie’s fingers sinking in and scissoring open, prodding and fucking open his loose walls.
The heat coiling in his core is nearly unbearable, but with Eddie’s fingers deep inside of him, they’re fanning the flames a bit, putting out the exploring flames that dare to eat up anything dry and set more things ablaze.
Eddie’s fingers are slow-moving and find his g-spot with dizzying ease as the man rumbles to him, to which he responds with a chest-rattling purr. He’s glad Christopher is all the way across the house because there’d be no way he wouldn’t hear their purrs and croons if he were any closer. “A-Ah, E-Eds,” Buck whimpers, muffling his whines in Eddie’s warm shoulder as the man rests his head against his, humming into his ear as a third finger slips in, spreading him wide over the large fingers inside of him.
Buck’s a tall guy, and he has big hands to mirror that, but Eddie’s hands are bigger than his—fingers longer and thicker than Buck’s, who still carries a hint of that Omega daintiness in certain parts of his body—and Buck can really feel the difference now. Three of Eddie’s fingers feel like four of his, fucking in and out him at an increasing pace, crooked at the perfect angle to shove right against his g-spot, making his toes curl and thighs tremble. He’s terribly close to his orgasm, and the sugary-sweet smell wafting from him is evidence enough.
“You close, mi cielo? Are you gonna cum for your Alpha? Soak my fingers in your slick like a good boy?” Eddie whispers, and, yeah, Buck is gone. He clamps around Eddie’s fingers and howls a silent sound that doesn’t make it past his bobbing Adams’ apple as he soaks Eddie’s fingers, his rock-hard cock spraying ropes of opalescent, useless cum into the front of his boxers.
“Such a good boy for me,” Eddie mutters, fingers never stopping and hips gently rutting against Buck’s to prolong his orgasm from both sides, flagging cock still dripping cum and cunt squeezing around the thrusting fingers in the way they’d squeeze and milk a knot for all its worth.
Eddie’s free hand hasn’t left his waist, squeezing and bracketing the small of his back, a solid rod of warmth and a beacon to ground Buck so he doesn’t go floating away, detaching from his body and happy to bounce against Eddie’s ceiling as he shivers and cries through the waves of his orgasm till his hips have nowhere to go. They’re trapped between Eddie’s hard abdomen and the man’s thick fingers, unable to run from the searing pleasure his Alpha gives him till he’s clawing at the sheets and desperate for a reprieve.
Eddie peppers his chin and cheeks with open-mouthed kisses as he whimpers, claws starting to pop the threads of the bedding. “A-Ah, Alpha, pl-please,” Buck whimpers, tears collecting in his lashes and slipping down his flushed cheeks, orgasm settling in his skin and ebbing away. Eddie’s fingers finally slow, as if he can sense the burning clusters of overstimulation pressing at his nerves, sending his back bowing and toes curling uncomfortably.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, the slightest reprieve of his heat settling in his bones as his head drops, laying on Eddie’s shoulder as the Alpha under him hums and rubs a warm hand up his back, slipping under the thin t-shirt he’s wearing.
“Feel better, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, gently taking his fingers out of his drooling cunt, wiping them on his quivering inner thigh, mixing his slick with the oils bleeding from his scent gland, the waft of sweet arousal getting sweeter. Buck nods, boneless and wordless, his tongue feeling like lead in his mouth, basking in the feeling of being so close to Eddie; if he wiggles any closer, their atoms will fuse together.
It’s not a want; it’s a need—to be this close to Eddie, to breathe in his scent for the rest of his life, to have Eddie deep inside of him, pressing into the deepest part of him and marking it as the Alpha’s. “Do you think you could get up and take a small shower while I put the heat sheets down?” Eddie asks, gentle as ever.
Buck ponders for a moment, licking his lips. He knows he needs a shower; it’s been a day or so since he’s gotten one, and he doubts he’ll be having one when he’s deep in the thralls of heat—the only cleaning he’ll probably get is Eddie toweling down his sweat-caked body with a damp cloth or towel.
“I… If you help me there… Can I sit in the shower?” Buck asks, licking the back of his elongated teeth, gums achy and swollen at the edges of his fangs; he should have seen the signs, as he’d felt his gums starting to ache the day before, and his joints felt looser than they had since the drop—as joint stiffness and pain is part of drop symptoms due to seizing—which were typical symptoms of Buck’s pre-heat days leading to his heat, but he’d been sleeping eighty percent of the days, and he’s barely awake to form coherent thoughts let alone take stock of his body changing slightly.
“Of course you can. I have a shower seat if you don’t want to sit on the tiles. I’ll help you in there, too,” Buck thinks of the shower seat but shakes his head; he wants the chance to spread out and let the water rush all over his body. “Okay, roll over, my love,” Eddie helps him roll over, body heat-soft and like jelly. He does, and Eddie is there, pressing kisses against his lips and helping remove the torn boxers hanging loose on his waist, a soft purr building in Buck’s chest at the way Eddie dotes on him. The Alpha in question flashes a sweet smile at him, pressing another kiss to his lips as Buck pushes himself up on the bed and shakily swings his legs over the edge, helped to his feet by the brunet.
It’s a slow, calculated shuffle to the bathroom, where a lukewarm shower is drawn for him, and his t-shirt is gently stripped and used to wipe between his legs to remove the slight grimace from his face at the feeling of everything getting sticky and wet between his thighs. He’s sure the wetness will return within minutes, body in the lull of heat, but he’s still in heat. The flush to his face and collarbone is very prominent against his pale skin, as shown in the mirror.
His eyes are glassy and have that ‘fucked-out’ sheen to them. Eddie presses another kiss into his skin, eyes fluttering and lashes tickling his flushed skin before the man helps him into the shower, which is now at the perfect temperature—perfectly lukewarm and just edging to warm, cooling his flushed skin while also making sure he doesn’t start shivering.
“I’ll be back soon, ten minutes tops, okay? I’m leaving the door cracked to hear you if you call. I’m also going to put in a grocery order in to be delivered in the morning. Is there anything specific you want me to get?” Eddie is crouched down next to him, the shower curtain pulled away just slightly to keep their faces from being obstructed. Buck is completely slouched against the back of the shower, lukewarm water washing away sweat and the slick between his legs. He’ll need to scrub down to get himself at least somewhat clean, but he’ll do that when Eddie leaves.
“Uhm… just protein bars? The ones I like, a-and the red Gatorade. I don’t usually eat when I’m in heat, a-although that’s because they’re pretty bad, and I spend them alone, so I just sleep, or toss around,” Buck explains, wringing his hands. He knows his heat habits aren’t healthy, but the mere thought of going to a heat center makes his skin crawl of being entirely out of it and taken care of by some faceless Beta who is there to fuck him through the week and keep him fed.
He’s always suffered alone since he presented to now because he doesn’t want to be fucked when he can’t properly say ”Yeah, I wanna fuck this person.” The thought makes him itch under his skin, but with Eddie, it soothes it because he doesn’t have to spend another heat alone, especially not with the man who is running gentle fingers through his damp curls, twirling them around his fingers to give them more spring.
“Alright, I’ll get what you need. I’m sure Bobby wouldn’t mind bringing over some easy things for you to eat when the lulls hit between waves if that’s something you want,” Buck keens at the thought of Bobby’s mac n cheese or his spaghetti, licking his lips and gaining a rumbling laugh out of his Alpha. “I guess that’s a yes. I’ll text him at a more… reasonable time, and I’ll put the order in. Just sit there and don’t go anywhere; I’ll be back.”
Eddie leaves him with a soft kiss on the lips that doesn’t feel like any other kiss Buck has ever had. The kisses between hookups had been fleeting or lust-filled, pressing against each other’s bodies and stuck in a rush of pleasure that’d only last so long, but between him and Eddie, it is domestic bliss.
It’s the only way he can adequately describe the feeling as the Alpha smiles and quietly pulls the shower curtain close to trap the heat in, padding out of the dim bathroom to change the sheets into heat-protectant ones. They’re wicking sheets that also cling to scents, perfect for nesting Omegas in the thralls of heat to be surrounded by a mix of their and their Alpha’s scents. Buck had splurged on them, as he hated waking up to his sweat-soaked sheets in the lull of heat and having to stumble around on fawn legs to change his bedspread.
Buck sighs quietly, rocking his feet back and forth as he scoots his ass down a bit till the spray his hitting his soft cock. He grabs it with a still shaky hand, and he rubs it clean, letting the water wash away the crusting precum and cum covering the length. As he cleans, it twitches in his hand, the bubble of arousal simmering in his gut as he manages to drag a shaky leg up to the faucet to turn the water colder as his body starts to heat up again. His fingers slip away from his cock to slide between his folds, whimpering gently as his fingers skirt over his puffy folds, washing away the clinging slick turning watery as the cold water beats down on his skin, cooling him down.
His head tilts back, mouth crooking open to let out soft pants as he tears his hand away from his cunt. If he keeps rubbing, his lull will be over quicker than he can blink, and he doesn’t want to get fucked in the shower. He and Eddie are firefighters, and the brunet’s house is in the 118’s region, and that is not a call they want to make.
His fingers slip over his slippery inner thighs, and water washes away all his slick, leaving him squeaky clean and soaked to the bone. Finally, he tips the water back to lukewarm as he basks under the spray. He’s happy to sit here, the purr never dying in the back of his throat as he waits for Eddie to return. He can’t hear much over the rush of water hitting him and the tiles under him, so he can’t hear Eddie, but he can feel him through the tentatively blooming bond they have together.
He accepted the bond once Eddie told him they were bonded due to the rescue bite, and now he can feel his Alpha just enough to make him feel content. Eddie’s a solid presence of warm, happy, content through their bond. When Buck’s fangs finally sink into Eddie’s scent gland, the bond will open, and it’ll be like an open radio channel, with no interference between them. Neither of them can send emotions down the bond at this point, but they can feel whatever the other is feeling.
Eddie’s emotions pulse, slipping into warm, content, aroused and Buck’s spent cock twitches, clearly interested in their Alpha’s sudden washing wave of arousal. He opens his eyes—when did he close them?—and finds the brunet staring down at him, a burning look in those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Buck smiles sleepily at the Alpha, who gives a smile back and a gentle, replying croon to his purr. “Look at you, sweetheart. So beautiful,” Eddie croons, crouching down to drag him into a kiss, hand cupping the crook of his neck, thumb sweeping over his scarred scent gland.
“I got everything you need; they’ll be here as soon as the store opens. Ready to get out?” Buck nods and allows the spray to be turned off as Eddie gently tugs to his feet, a warm and fluffy towel wrapped around his body. It’s probably the biggest towel he’s ever seen, and Buck—big, six-foot-two, muscular firefighter—is being swallowed by the towel, the thing acting more like a cloak than a towel.
“S’warm…” Buck mutters, stepping onto the bathmat as Eddie gently tugs him, water dripping down his pale skin. “Did y’u warm it uo f’r me?” Buck blinks at the Alpha, who gets the softest flush to the tops of his cheekbones, a bashful look flashing on his face.
“I did,” Eddie says, rubbing the towel over his body to dry him off, flicking the light off, and guiding him down the hallway facing him. “Thought you’d appreciate a warm towel after a shower. I have clothes laid out for you when we get to the bedroom,” Buck purrs a little louder at the gesture. Eddie went out of his way to warm up a towel for him without any preamble.
Buck might cry.
He thinks he is crying a bit.
Eddie helps him collapse onto the bed; a smaller towel tugged off a small pile on the freshly changed bed that’s used to dry his hair off, revealing his natural curl pattern the more the water is wicked out of it. Then, Eddie moves to dry his body with the towel he’s wearing, meticulous in his actions to ensure that no spot left on him is covered in water. Buck sits there, awed at how utterly attentive Eddie is to him, pressing the occasional kiss into his skin, making his breath hitch with every kiss.
“There… lay back, hips up, baby,” Eddie presses into his sternum with warm fingers, gently pushing in backward till he’s collapsing into a cloud of a comforter, nuzzling into the fabric that smells like cinnamon, peppery spices, and leather and Eddie. His hips draw up, and Eddie tugs a pair of boxers onto his body, thumbs rubbing languid circles into his hipbones before he’s putting socks on Buck’s feet.
Socks, because Eddie knows his feet get cold even if they live in California, and it’s almost eighty out and it’s probably around three am if Buck had to take a gander.
Eddie slips the socks on with gentle, familiar ease, patting his ankles and dragging his jelly body up into a sitting position. “Arm up,” the man says, and Buck cannot do anything but comply, purring louder as Eddie slips another of his t-shirts onto Buck, fitting just slightly oversized on his body. It hangs down and flutters against his thighs, and Buck sighs into the collar, feeling utterly content just to stay here and be wrapped in Eddie’s scent. “There you go, all done. Go lay down, sweetheart. I’m going to grab a few things from the kitchen and check on Chris.”
Eddie snags the towel he’s been swaddled in on his way out as Buck shimmies up the bed and curls into Eddie’s side, rooting into his pillow that reeks of the man, freshly oiled leather and rich cinnamon, peppery spices, wood with something ruddy and humid in the undertones filling Buck’s nose. It’s so utterly Eddie, and Buck wants to drown in it—to lick it up, let it sit on his tongue, savor the flavors, and then roll himself in it till his scent can’t be detected.
Buck is asleep within seconds, his nose turned into the pillow, and breath slow. The lull will last for another hour or so at most, and Buck will make do with all the sleep he can get. He doesn’t stir when Eddie pads into the room and stalls for a moment, seeing him curled up on his side of the bed, a red Gatorade—which Eddie has started to buy when Buck came over more often, which sits next to the fancy IPA beer Buck likes in his fridge—in his hand as well as a water bottle for himself.
Eddie sets the things down on his nightstand. He crawls into bed, spooning Buck and tugging the snoring Omega back into his chest, content with the wall of warmth Buck has become against him, slipping back into sleep as the smell of content, sated in heat Omega wafts into the air.
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Eddie wakes to a shifting, whimpering Omega in his arms, ass pressed against his hard-on and smelling of fresh, sugary dough pull straight from the oven. The smell of sand and salty ocean is drowned under the sweet, syrupy smell of powdered sugar wafting from Buck’s neck as he presses his nose into it. His eyes flutter open to find sunlight peering in from his closed curtains, the red blinking words of his clock reading half-past seven am.
They’ve been asleep for about four hours, and while Eddie would usually be bleary-eyed and grumbly, he feels better than ever. Even with the lack of sleep, he’s bright-eyed and crooning into Buck’s neck, listening to the Omega’s breath hitch and eagerly watching stunning baby blues flutter open. Buck’s eyes are glazed over and a bit distant, but the Omega finds Eddie quickly, head shifting to look at the Alpha over his shoulder.
“G’morning,” Eddie whispers, pressing a kiss into Buck’s shoulder. It’s an intimate act, something so simple yet monumental. He hasn’t felt this domestic bliss ever—being with Shannon in those few, humid-soaked, sunlight disappearing moments came close—and Eddie is already head-over-heels for Buck. “Groceries should be here soon, sweetheart. We have an hour before I have to get Chris up so Carla can collet him for school,” he mutters, jerking his hips forward to ease the ache in his core, cock hard and slotting between a frankly out-of-this-world ass that jerks and ruts against his cock feverishly, the hazy scent of slick tinting the air.
“I-h..haah, E-Eds,” Buck’s head flops down onto his bicep, a whimper crawling up his throat as Eddie laves it in kisses, sucking hickeys to frame the sharp, maroon scar fitting his teeth on Buck’s neck. Buck quivers when his teeth scrape the freshly scarred, sensitive skin, a broken a-ah leaving his lips. “N-Need you… please,” The begging goes straight to his cock, which is already ruining his boxers, precum making the shift of his cockhead against the fabric slipperly and maddening.
“You have me, baby,” Eddie mutters, sliding a hand down Buck’s beautiful, carved body. He’s lost a bit of weight from the drop, but he’s still full of beautiful muscles and curves that Eddie wants to carve into stone so the world can marvel at the beauty of Evan “Buck” Buckley. “I’m right here,” he whispers, eyelids fluttering as Buck moans again, soft and sweet. Eddie wants nothing more than to lick into his mouth, to swallow down the sounds that’ll surely taste like candy on his tongue, to feel them vibrate and meld with his own.
Wedging a thumb between the hem of Buck’s boxers, he pulls them down till the strap is settled under the cleft of Buck’s ass, giving him perfect access to that beautiful, dripping cunt between the Omega’s legs. He wants nothing more than to slip his cock in, fuck into the beautiful, heat-addled body in front of him, and pop his knot into a dripping cunt, but Eddie knows Buck’s exceedingly fertile right now, and they’ve barely talked about their budding relationship, let alone a future with another kid.
Eddie pulls away, and the hitching whine Buck gives him makes him ache. “Hey, hey, not going anywhere. I’m just getting a condom.” Eddie runs his hand up and down Buck’s flushed body, pressing reassuring kisses into soft skin. He’s about to move back when Buck’s hand comes to grab his thigh and drag him back against the Omega. Even in his heat-addled state, he is still strong, and Eddie grunts as he crashes gently into the Omega’s body.
“Dun’ want one. P-Please, just wanna feel you fill me up, c’mon, please,” Those wide, dripping baby blue eyes turn to look at him, pleading silently and pronounced with a little sniffle that makes his resolve wobble. The thought of watching that beautiful cunt drip and bubble with his cum makes him bite back a groan, worrying his lip between sharpening canines. “Eddie, ‘I have the highest grade birth control implant, and I have an IUD, please,” Buck’s grumble of impatience makes him smile a bit, the twitch of his lips unable to be smothered.
“I… alright,” Eddie’s never said he’s a strong man, and with the prospect of cumming inside the beautiful Omega in front of him shatters any possible urging need to grab the small string of condoms he keeps in his drawer when the urge hits and he doesn’t want a messy clean-up afterward. “Fuck,” Eddie mutters, crawling his hand down the front of his body, shoving down the front of his sweatpants till his cock swings free, slapping against the soft, muscled globes in front of him. “This okay?” Eddie grips the base of his cock, stroking it slowly and nestling the tip between weeping folds radiating an exuberant amount of heat.
“Y-Yea-ah,” Buck whimpers, thrusting his hips back, nudging his cockhead through the slew of slick he’s creating, bumping the underside of Buck’s cock. It drags a rough, nasty moan from Buck that makes him hide his own in Buck’s shoulder, hand gripping the front of Buck’s t-shirt as he angles his hips and presses in slowly.
The slide in insane, slick, and hot. It’s addicting and Eddie knows he’ll be like an addict by the time Buck’s heat is over, unable to be sated unless his cock is nestled in this tight, perfect pussy. “O-Oh, my god,” Buck’s voice cracks and hitches as his hips tilt back, giving him a better angle to work his cock in and out of him.
The sensations and sounds are maddening, even if they’re muffled under the blankets laid over them, hitches in both of their breaths hanging in the humid air as Eddie slides him, nestled balls-deep inside of the blond. “Aye, Dios mio…tight,” Eddie croaks, throat as dry as a desert, watching Buck’s face slaken and his eyes flutter shut, basking in the pleasure and the reprieve of heat that comes with being full of an Alpha’s cock.
“So perfect, mi vida, shiit,” Eddie gasps out a wrecked sound as Buck cums around him, a squealing cry of arousal muffled in Eddie’s bicep. If Eddie thought being in Buck was a fantastic feeling, the feeling of the blond cumming around his cock at some simple pet name is even better. Buck’s walls squeeze and milk his shaft, getting wetter with each spasm of his walls and micro-grind Eddie does.
Eddie pulls out slowly, dragging an inch or two free before fucking into the blond slowly, the shift of sheets and Buck’s warbled, muffled moans the only thing hanging in the silence of their bedroom. Eddie, not one to make noises, simply basks in the shiver of Buck’s shoulders, the vibrations the Omega’s moans make against his arm, and the wet puffs of hot air caressing his skin. Buck is an image Eddie doesn’t want to let go of. His free hand finds itself on Buck’s hip, rubbing nonsensical, languid shapes into it as he slowly fucks in and out of the blond, slipping in and out of the tight pussy sucking him back in.
The flare of his knot is barely there, a hint of the bulb pressing against Buck’s sopping folds, a tease of what’s to come. Eddie’s has had all but two sexual partners—one of which is right in front of him—and he’s never knotted anything past rut aids and his fist, as Shannon being a beta couldn’t take a knot and refused even to try to. Just being in a dripping, head-addled pussy is already melting his brain. He’s sure he’ll lose it when his knot finally slips in, breath hitching and coming out quicker as he pumps his hips in a steady, punishing pace that Buck seems to enjoy greatly if the spasms of his cunt around his shaft is anything to go by.
“A-Alpha,” Buck sighs the word like the cool ocean breeze on a hot summer day washing over him, sending Eddie’s nerves rushing to awaken. His toes curl, teeth gnashing, and a hitching croon building in his chest. “S-So good,” the blond keens, pressing back against Eddie’s back, letting the Alpha hook his chin on his shoulder. Neither of them are going to last, and while Eddie prides himself on his stamina, the new feeling of a dripping cunt spasming around his shaft is sending all need to last long out of the window.
“Omega,” Eddie rumbles, the thread of Alpha voice entering his speech as he licks over his venom-slick fangs. “Such a good boy for me. Feel so fucking good, baby,” Eddie whispers the words right into Buck’s ear, like he’s telling him a national secret and relishing in the way Buck’s entire body shivers delightfully.
He’s noticed over the past couple months of working with the blond that Buck is what someone would bluntly call a praise whore, soaking up every compliment and praise he gets like a sponge, getting all dewy-eyed and bright-grinned whenever someone praises him. It’s something endearing and sweet, something so easy to do day by day to give Buck a little boost of serotonin.
“H-Hnngh, ha-ah, Aaaah, Alpha. C-Cl…uouuse…” Buck’s words slip and slur together, and Eddie finds himself nodding along. He’s also close; he can feel the tingle in his core, the flex of his abdominal muscles, and the zing of pleasure that skitters up his spine whenever he’s close to his orgasm. “Oungh,” Buck comes with an undignified noise that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, cunt gushing and cock throbbing where it’s trapped in the front of his boxers, and Eddie can feel his knot battering against Buck’s hole.
“Fuuuck, th-that’s it,” Eddie pants, hips stuttering and going faster, the dull clap of his abdomen connecting with Buck’s asscheeks muffled under the sheets as his hand digs in where it rests on Buck’s hip. “So good for me, jus-just squeeze a-a bit, shit,” Eddie gasps at the first tentative catch of his ballooning knot, flashes of blinding pleasure rushing over him. Eddie tries to open his mouth to say something—praise, a curse, gurgled nonsense—but his jaw isn’t unhinging and the bolt is growing sore with how hard he’s clenching, knot slapping against Buck’s folds, catching inside a quivering hold before it it pops in with a sound Eddie’ll never forget.
It’s wet, messy, and mind-melting. The heat around his knot is nothing shitty silicone or the crooked half-circle his palm makes around his knot can ever replicate, and Eddie is absolutely ruined. The first rope of cum sends him spiraling into a bog of pleasure that grabs his waist, claws at his chest, and pulls him under the murky surface. Static forms in the edges of his vision, and he blinks to get rid of it, but he’s met with bursting galaxies behind his closed lids, spirals and ropes of pleasure coming undone in his body.
It takes a moment for his body to get used to the pleasure and pressure of his knot being hugged, to feel human again, and by that time, he’s panting into Buck’s neck, who isn’t doing any better than he is, whimpering and quivering in his hold. Buck looks absolutely blissed out as Eddie pumps rope after rope of cum into his cunt, painting his walls white. Eddie knows it’ll be messy when he pulls out, and he’s sure he’ll need to change the sheets again—or pull the first layer of the heat sheets off, because multi-layered heat sheets are a blessing—but for right now he doesn’t think of that, nor does he think of the blinking red numbers telling him he has less than fourty minute before he has to get Chris up, fed, and ready for Carla to sweep in like the heaven-sent angel she is to get his pup to school.
Right now, none of that matters, because Buck is dozing again, scattered and floating into that happy little floaty space in his mind where nothing but being full of cum and wrapped up in Eddie’s scent matters to him, the gentlest smile on his plush pink lips.
Eddie thinks he’s absolutely beautiful.
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By the time Chris’s wake-up time rolls around, Buck is sound asleep and no longer dripping cum, Eddie is showered and only looks a tad haggard, and Carla is helpfully trotting into the house to help him with the pile of groceries he’s ordered for Buck’s heat. The godsend of a woman doesn’t ask about the reason he looks completely disheveled or why half of his house smells sterile and not like anything but the faint smell of chemicals used to wipe out rut smells. Chris does ask why their house smells weird in between bites of cereal, those big doe eyes blinking innocently up at him, a curl falling on his face.
“Uh,” is Eddie’s eloquent reply, sipping an electrolyte water he ordered for himself in the mess of groceries, savoring the taste of lemonade. He’s unsure how he’s supposed to explain to his son that Buck is in heat, and Eddie doesn’t want him smelling their morning activities. This is uncharted territory, and even though Eddie has at least another year or so before he thoroughly explains to his son heats, ruts, presenting, and the whole shebang of sub-genders, he doesn’t want his son asking questions that Eddie cringes at the thought of answering. “Do you remember what heats are, buddy?”
Chris nods, having gotten the very PG version of what ruts and heats are, as Eddie’s an Alpha and has ruts every three months, so his son had to know the base stuff so he didn’t constantly wonder why he couldn’t go home for a week four times a year and had to stay at Abuela or Pepa’s. “Buck’s in heat, so I turned the scent neutralizers on so nothing got through.” Eddie reaches over to swipe a bit of milk off the top of Chris’s lip and tuck the stray curl back in with the others.
“That’s why you’ll be staying with Abuela and Pepa this week, too,” Chris whines a bit, petulant and clearly not wanting to stay somewhere other than his house for a week, but he’ll get over it quickly when he gets to Pepa’s. Pepa will be switching with Abuela halfway through the week so his son gets ample time with both of them.
“Alright, superman, it’s time to go. School time!” Carla cheers, checking the clock and sliding the empty dish over to Eddie, who pours it out in the sink and places it in the half-full dishwasher before rounding the table to scent his pup and pull him into a kiss and extra-long hug.
“I love you; I’ll call you when I can, okay? I love you,” Eddie presses another kiss into his pup's forehead, relishing in the gurgly, giddy sounds that rumble from Chris’s throat, who hugs back with the same enthusiasm Eddie does.
“I lo-ove you… too!” Chris’s cheery, innocent grin is enough to make his heart swell as he walks him and Carla out. Chris goes ahead, marching toward Carla’s minivan as she opens the sliding door with her key.
“Let me know if you need me to grab anything for Buckaroo; I know his heats are pretty brutal. Take care of him.” Carla points at him with a very stern finger, and Eddie holds his hands up in a placating matter before his face softens into something gentle and vulnerable.
“I will, I promise. I’ll take care of him,” Eddie promises, and it eases Carla into a cheery face once more, waving at him as she heads to her car. Eddie watches them leave before dipping back into the house, settling into the kitchen on a chair still pulled out. His phone is lying a few feet away, and he drags it close, keeping an ear out for anything from the bedroom in case Buck wakes up and calls for him.
Eddie turns his phone on, sifting through the messages and notifications. They’re mainly from the 118 group chat to regale stupid stories from calls or to annoy one another. It’s nice to read through them, reread, and snort about the stupidity they’re getting on calls when he and Buck aren’t there, and lamenting about the heavy rescue floaters brought in being annoying. He has another few notifications from the app telling him his groceries have been packaged, picked up, on the way, and dropped off, which he missed during his shower and his redevaue with Buck in the sheets.
He clicks back into his messages, opening the one between him and Bobby.
Eddie 7:59 AM
[Hey, Cap. Buck went into heat last night, and I would like to know if you could spare some easy meals for me to reheat so I can get some nutrients into him. He looked excited at the prospect of your spaghetti & mac n cheese. Let me know if you’re able to, and if you’re too swamped, I’ll figure something out.]
Less than a minute later, Eddie gets two quick texts back, opening them up.
Bobby 8:00 AM
[Hi, Eddie. I’d be happy to whip up some easy and reheatable food. Let me know the best times to come over. Athena is off today, and I’m running a 48, so she’ll cook and drop everything off.
Tell Buck I hope he feels better, and we’ll see you both in a week and a half. Reach out if you need more time or if you need anything from us in the meantime. -Bobby Nash]
Eddie smiles, scratching the back of his neck and cracking his jaw in a yawn before sending back a swift text, fingers tapping against his screen as the ebb of exhaustion settles back into his bones, the four hour power-nap he got in catching up.
Eddie 8:04 AM
[Thanks, Cap. I’m going to be taking a nap with Buck during his lull, so maybe sometime in the afternoon? Let Athena know that if she wants to drop it off earlier to call me; it’ll be enough to wake me up. I’ll let you know if there’s anything Buck or I need, too.]
Eddie doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, downing the rest of his electrolyte water and tossing the empty bottle in the recycle as he pads back to his bedroom where Buck is lying asleep in their bed, bundled in the covers and buried in the spot Eddie has been sleeping in. He’d managed to get the first layer of the heat sheets off and in the wash, down to two layers left for two more waves of heat.
For now, though, Eddie climbs into bed and yawns so loudly that his ears pulse, and his jaw pops as he flops in front of Buck and tugs the Omega toward him. Like a moth to a flame, Buck goes easily, eyelids fluttering open for a moment to lock eyes with him before a satisfied slight hum leaves him as he shuffles close and tucks himself under Eddie’s chin before he’s out like a light again.
Distantly, Eddie hears his phone vibrate with an incoming text on the nightstand, but he’s asleep before he can even think of checking on it.
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The quiet sound of a phone vibrating is the first thing that Eddie hears. His eyes pop open to find Buck snuggled against his chest, soft snores filling the bedroom. Eddie groans, pulling a hand free to wipe down his face before pressing a kiss against the blond’s forehead. Pulling away slightly, careful to keep the dozing Omega cradled to his chest, Eddie blindly gropes for his phone behind him, managing to drag it off the nightstand and toward his face, still buzzing away silently.
It takes a moment for his eyes to squint at the name on his phone titled ‘Athena’ at the top, quickly pressing the accept button and groggily pulling the phone to his ear. “H’llo?” Eddie rasps, laying his head on his pillow and stifling another yawn.
“Eddie, sorry to wake you, but I’m about ten minutes away from your place to drop off the meals for you and Buck. Thought I’d call ahead to give you some… time to get decent,” Athena’s voice filters through the phone, tinny and slightly far away, clear she’s got her phone on a stand in her car. Eddie blinks and lets his brain boot him, staring down at Buck, who is dead to the world, breath fanning against Eddie’s neck.
“Alright.. Thank you, I’ll see you in ten?” Eddie rasps, swallowing to try to combat the dryness in his throat. He feels slightly more awake, but all he wants to do is crawl under the covers and sleep for hours on end. “Thank you, again, Athena,” he tacks on, licking his lips.
“It’s no problem, honey. Let Bobby or me know if you need anything else throughout the week, alright? See you soon.” With that, the phone call cuts off, and Eddie is eternally grateful that Athena is quick to get to the point of her calls, saving him from trying to scrounge up brainpower. He sets his phone off to the side as he works on carefully extracting himself from Buck’s arms, which is a feat he should get a medal for, honestly.
Buck makes a slightly disgruntled sound as Eddie slips free, but it smooths over when Eddie leans down to press a kiss into that unruly crown of curls and swipe his wrist gland over the man’s neck, scenting him gently. It smooths out the little lines in Buck’s face and lets the Omega relax into the bed once more, burrowing back into the covers.
It’s a bit of quiet shuffling out of the room that gets him into his kitchen, swallowing two large glassfuls of water as he waits for Athena to arrive, scrolling through messages and any missed notifications. He taps around, sends a few messages to Pepa confirming she’ll be ready for his pup to land at her’s when Carla picks him up for school, and smiles at the thread of Spanish and English she texts him about all the things she’s going to take Chris out to do this week.
Eddie downs another half glass of water before his phone buzzes with a text from Athena simply reading ‘I’m here.’ He sets the glass down and shoves his phone into his sweatpants pocket. He hears the soft purr of Athena’s car engine in his driveway as he meanders toward the front door. There’s no doubt that if Athena rang the doorbell or knocked, Buck would sleep through it without failure—Buck is a heavy sleeper, and the only thing that can wake him is the tones and his alarm—but neither he nor Athena want to take the chance of waking the poor thing who needs his sleep, especially now.
Eddie unlatches the lock and peers his head out, smiling at Athena, who holds up two large Ikea bags that he’s sure is full of casseroles and easy meals to reheat. “I went a bit overboard,” is the first thing out of the Alpha’s mouth, her face twisted into a pleasant grin.
“I can see,” Eddie jokes, meeting her halfway and grabbing the bags from her. “Thank you, though. I have a feeling if Buck were alone, he’d be surviving off of protein bars and water right now.” They both grimace and roll their eyes lovingly at Buck's poor self-love habits.
“Oh, I’m sure. Take care of our boy, alright? Let Bobby or me know if you need anything.” Athena keeps her distance and smiles at him, carefully keeping her scent locked down. Eddie has no doubt Buck wouldn’t mind the smell of the Alpha who has taken a maternal role in his life; however, he’d rather not test the waters and risk Buck dropping again. Athena also seems to know that because she’s wearing patches and he can smell the slight chemical scent-neutralizers on the bags he’s holding.
“I’ve got a bit more of shopping and lounging around to do, so I’ll leave you to it. Remember, Eddie, make sure to take care of yourself as well; you can’t take care of someone when you’re running yourself into the ground.” Athena holds him with a sharp gaze, and if his hands weren’t weighed down, he’d be holding them up in surrender.
“I will, I promise. Thank you again, Athena.” Eddie gives her one last grateful smile, watching her return to her car and back out of his driveway. Any other day, he’d march back into his house without watching her leave, but there’s a slithering, primal part of himself that wants to ensure his Omega is safe from the familiar Alpha on his territory. Even though he knows Athena and that she has Buck’s best interests in mind, his hind brain has sharp teeth and sharper urges to ensure his territory only has one Alpha on it: him.
Finally, when her car disappears around the bend of his street, Eddie stalks back inside, closing the door behind him gently, putting one bag down to latch and deadbolt the door before walking into the kitchen to put everything away. Athena was right; she did go a bit overboard. He takes out four different casseroles with detailed instructions sticky-noted onto them—they can be frozen, pre-heat the oven to 350, put the casserole into the middle rack without the top for 35 minutes, you cannot mess this up Eddie—on every single one, for the highest success for Eddie and his abysmal kitchen skills. He feels a bit grateful to the Alpha because he is a firefighter and does not need to set his kitchen ablaze.
He’d never live it down.
After a silent restocking of his fridge and a stupid amount of shuffling things around to fit everything, Eddie breathes out a slow breath and checks the time. It’s close to three in the afternoon, and the brunet has a feeling Buck will be up soon.
Speak of the devil, and he shall arrive—a plaintive whine echoes from the bedroom, hitched and keening. It sets his blood ablaze, and his instincts rear, returning the whimpering whine from his Omega with a crooning chuff that echoes in the house. He makes quick work of gulping down the last of the water in his glass, swiping his phone off the counter and stalking through his home, brushing his wrist glands on the walls as he does so. As he stalks deeper into the belly of the house, Eddie can feel his gums tingle, the sharp tips of his Alpha fangs breaking through them to slide over his human canines. Venom starts to trickle into his mouth, and there is a cistrusy tang to it as he swallows mouthfuls of it.
“Baby,” Eddie croons, staring at Buck on his belly, head tipped up and baby blue eyes half-hidden by thick flaxen lashes. Buck’s eyes find him; another whine rips through the air, the sweet smell accompanying the spike flooding the air. Buck’s legs are shifting about, tangling in the rumpled covers, a healthy flush to apple cheeks.
“Eds…” Buck cries out, one hand crawling out from under his chest to grab at the air, clearly wanting him close. “‘Urts…” Those beautiful baby blue eyes glow with tears, Adams’ apple bobbing under Buck’s throat. From this angle, he can’t see the scarred-over bite resting on the left of Buck’s neck, but Eddie thinks the right one would look perfect with a matching bite and a galaxy of swirling hickeys painted on pale skin.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Eddie soothes, tossing his phone on the nightstand to be dealt with later, crawling into bed, and pressing soft, soothing kisses into Buck’s sweaty curls. “Why don’t you roll over for me, hm? On your back, cariño.” Buck shuffles and carefully flips over, movements stilted and sluggish. It’s clear Buck is in pain: the slight furrow between blond brows, the glassy sheen coating baby blue eyes, and the way Buck’s abdomen spasms under Eddie’s caressing hands tell him all he needs to know.
“Hngh… E-Eddie,” Buck moans, head tipped back, cushioned by the mess of pillows and sheets Buck has somehow managed to get behind his head. “Need you,” the blond begs, breath hitching when Eddie presses down on Buck’s jumping abs, sliding fingers under the loose elastic band of the boxers he’s wearing. Buck’s hips push into his wandering fingers, craving something Eddie is happy to give to the blond.
“You have me, cariño,” Eddie mutters, leaning down to press messy, open-mouthed kisses into Buck’s chest, teasingly dragging sharp teeth across it. Buck’s back bows to press into his lips, a long wanton whine leaving his hips. He sounds beautiful, so reactive and absolutely soaking as Eddie’s hand finally wanders deep into the boxers, wrapping a lazy hand around Buck’s cock. The shaft is heavy and throbbing in his hand, fingers stroking the flushed cock gently. His thumb wanders over Buck’s weeping cockhead—the teasing tales of ‘firehose’ make more sense, considering how much slick and pre-cum Buck is weeping—to collet the slick fluid to ease the dry slide.
“Nnngh, y-yeah,” Buck’s breathless words punch Eddie right in the stomach at the raw lust dripping from them. “T-There,” the blond sighs blissfully as Eddie squeezes his shaft and works his hand up and down in the way he likes to jerk himself off. He’s sure Buck likes to be jarked hard and fast, if the way his hips twitch to fuck the shaft into Eddie’s loose fist is anything to go by.
“A-Ah, Alpha,” the wet cries and moans that leave Buck’s swollen lips are a serenading orchestra of absolute perfection to Eddie’s ears. He’s never heard anything more beautiful than Buck’s noises, so deep in pleasure, hips twitching up and down in time with Eddie’s strokes. His breath is quick and heavy against Eddie’s lips as he presses wandering kisses up and down the marble carved body under him.
“You gonna cum for me, Buck? Hm? Gonna soak the bed with how fucking wet you are? Such a good Omega for me, so reactive, so beautiful,” The words leaving Eddie’s mouth don’t feel like his, but they make Buck shake apart under him, cumming with a hoarse cry shaped like his name, cum painting the inside of the boxers and Eddie’s fingers. Eddie jerks him through it, jerky motions around Buck’s cockhead that have him gurgling surrender from the pleasure.
Buck’s orgasm dies down after two minutes, sinking into the mattress completely boneless as Eddie extracts his cum-soaked hand from the blond’s boxers, staring at the opalescent mess on it. It’s a tentative movement to bring it up to his mouth and poke his tongue into the mess, the burst of Omega on his tastebuds making him groan. The cum is, surprisingly, sweet; akin to that of sticky ambrosia that Eddie laps up with greedy ease, fangs catching on his fingers and tongue exploring every nook and cranny to chase the addictive taste.
He finally understands what Alphas talk about getting addicted to their Omegas’ tastes, because Eddie is addicted. “Taste so good, Buck,” Eddie rumbles, deep and heavy in the back of his throat as he settles himself between the blond’s shaking legs. “You ready for my knot, baby?” Buck’s unfocused eyes flit to his face, slow-building nods rocking Buck’s head up and down.
“Hips up,” Eddie says, hands sliding to rest just above the boxer's waistband, fingers sliding under it as Buck does as he’s asked, shaking hips rising just enough for Eddie to pull the boxers off of him. “Good boy,” Eddie mutters, maneuvering Buck’s legs close to allow Eddie to slip the boxers off one leg before the other follows. Buck purrs at the praise, tongue darting out to lick his lips, a hitched sound dying in the back of his throat. Buck seems to want to say something as Eddie flings the ruined boxers elsewhere, quirking an eyebrow at Buck. “What is it?” Eddie asks, thumbs soothing over jutting hipbones.
“U-Uhm,” Buck stutters, blinking slowly and licking his lips again, taking the edge between his teeth to nibble on it. “P-Pants… off?” The blond almost seems ashamed of the ask, eyes fluttering and staring beside Eddie instead of at him. He can see how Buck’s throat bobs, and the glassy swell of tears seems to double.
“Lemme,” Eddie mutters, shuffling back till he can turn around and plant his feet on the ground to stand and quickly shuck his sweats and boxers off, flicking them to land somewhere in the general left side of his bedroom, turning around to find Buck scoring lines on his body with his eyes, drinking in Eddie in full, unbridled nudity. His cock is half-hard and heavy against his inner thigh with a small thatch of black hair trimmed around the base.
His balls hang low, heavy with seed, brushing his thighs that are slightly shaggy with body hair. Eddie doesn’t find the need to hide himself under Buck’s wandering eyes, even when it comes to the scarred over scar from the bullet that went through his hip. There’s nothing but uncapped lust and desire in Buck’s sky blue eyes, raking over every inch of Eddie. “Like what you see, hm?” Eddie grins, sliding onto the bed to settle between long, akimbo legs.
“Yeah,” Buck purrs, throat bobbing and scent spiking to something so sugary sweet that his teeth ache. “Nn, fuck, Eddie, please. Ne-Need you,” Buck is pleading, eyes sliding to a half-lidded expression, hips canting and cock weeping streaking stripes of precum over flushed skin.
Eddie’s cock settles in the crook of Buck’s hip, heavy and hard against the slight pudge there. Even though Buck is incredibly fit—as he has to be for their job—the blond is still all soft edges, a sight to breathe in to truly appreciate him. Buck is all strength and softness, a perfect balance. Eddie croons gently, rucking his hips forward and dragging his cock against soft, flushed skin, pulling a thready moan from Buck’s propped-open mouth.
The breathy little ah, ah, ah Buck lets out are music to his ear as Eddie drags a hand up Buck’s half-hard cock, fingers dancing along the bottom of the shaft, tracing along throbbing veins.
“E-Eddie, please,” Buck mutters, dragging him down till they’re nose-to-nose, breath mingling. Buck’s hips work with his in perfect tandem—just like every other aspect of their partnership—akin to that of a well-oiled machine as Eddie steals kiss after kiss from Buck’s kiss-swollen lips. He’s come to love kissing Buck, to love the little rush he’s sure will be there thirty years in the future that zings up his spine as their lips meet. With the limited kissing action Eddie has had throughout his life, Buck, by far, is the best.
Kissing Buck is like stepping into the sunshine and basking in it, tilting your head up to soak in the sun and letting your eyes slip close. It’s utter and easy bliss, slotting their lips together, tilting his head slightly to the side, and breathing in the smell of oven-fresh pastries soaked in dripping icing soaking into sun-warmed sand.
Their lips part against each other, breath exchanged and refusing to pull away from each other. The messy, lazy roll and hitch of their hips is dizzying, and the look in Buck’s glassy baby blues is his favorite look. The blond looks absolutely debauched—he’s put a seasoned porn star to shame—and the prickle of posessiveness hiding behind his teeth and under his lashes loves that he’s put that look there.
Eddie pulls away just enough to pant against Buck’s forehead, groaning softly as the Omega noses at the bolt of his jaw, nose tracing the edge. The Alpha stays still, breath haggard against Buck’s forehead, licking his lips as Buck huffs against his skin, heart hammering against his ribcage. There’s an inkling of a thought of why Buck is so close to the underside of his jaw, his throat bobbing in anticipation and excitement. Buck keens and nips at the underside of his jaw, fang catching against his skin. He knows that move; he took heat ed, once in high school and again in the fire academy, and remembered this move.
Nipping the underside of an Alpha’s jaw is a tactic for ready Omegas to signal that to their Alphas—a teasing tactic.
Fuck me, breed me is what Buck is saying without words as he licks and sucks a hickey on the skin under his jaw, needle-sharp Omega teeth sinking into his skin as Buck chirrups and keens pretty sounds Eddie is never going to let go of. Buck’s nose rubs against the bolt of his jaw that rocks open, and a rumbling groan echoes.
“Aye dios,” Eddie gasps, leaning down to nip at Buck’s flushed apple cheeks, a return to the teasing gesture. Buck’s hips jerk up, cockhead slapping against their stomach, hands finding their way to Eddie’s hips, grabbing him, urging him to do something. “God, you’re fucking perfect Buck, y’know that?” the brunet rasps, pressing a kiss against Buck’s cheek before walking himself back till he’s sat upright, grabbing Buck’s hips. Their cocks knock and brush together, mixing their precum together.
Buck whines, soft and slow in his throat, going compliant and limp under Eddie’s bruising grasp. “All you want is my cock fucking into your dripping pussy, huh? One thought in that pretty head and it’s hanging off my knot,” Eddie rumbles, and Buck nods along, moans weak and thready.
“P-Please, wan’ you to fuck me full… gimme’ your knot again n’ ‘gain,” Buck slurs, head rolling back to expose the beautiful pale expanse of his throat, mating bite standing out in a shock of maroon. “Pump me full… gimme’ a pup,” Buck’s dizzy smile makes him shake, growl ripping from his throat at the thought of Buck, round with their pup, absolutely glowing.
He knows it’s the heat talking, but the thought of expanding their little family of three—even before this whole rescue bite debacle, Buck was already engrained in the Diaz family weave—into a family of four.
“Dios mío, no puedes decir esas cosas,” Eddie rasps, one hand pulling away from Buck’s hip to grab his cock, giving the shaft a few harsh tugs before he lines his cockhead up with Buck’s weeping pussy. He’s absolutely drenched in slick, all shiny and needing, cunt flushed red and plump under Eddie’s prodding fingers, watching the pudgy mound dent under his fingers.
He fucks his cockhead through the sticky mess of slick, sliding up till he’s bumping the underside of Buck’s shaft, and finally pushing in. The familiar squeeze and heat greets him, a wanton angh falling from Buck’s lips as he slowly works his cock in.
It’s a slow, agonizing roll of his hips—because Buck is fucking tight, even after being fucked and stretched on his knot a little less than eight hours ago—till he’s sliding balls deep into his Omega, pulling out only to thrust in harder than before. The slap of his balls in the mess of slick fills the room with a messy pllap, plaap, plap that’s absolutely riveting to Eddie.
“Dios, you feel so good, so good,” Eddie growls, pressing down on Buck’s stomach, his hand gripping Buck’s hip as he rocks into the blond, picking a pace and sticking to it. The rustle of sheets and slight creak of his bedframe fills the background, but Eddie is completely focused on the wordless moans and sobs Buck lets out, head thrown back and Adams’ apple bobbing. He can hear the click of Buck’s throat as he swallows around squealed sounds he’s punching out of Buck with his thrusts.
If you told Eddie two weeks ago he’d hear Buck squeal, he’d give you a very odd look, but hearing it now is like music to his ears. It’s something he’s never heard the blond make in the months they’ve known each other, and knowing he’s probably one of the very few people to hear the sound makes him groan, cock throbbing inside of Buck.
“A-Alpha, Alpha, s-shit,” Buck’s hands are gripping the sheets under him, shaking under Eddie and trying to thrust back against Eddie to push him deeper, but Eddie’s fucking him too hard for the blond to find a proper rhythm. He’s nothing but a beautiful, plaint body under Eddie, stretching around his cock and dripping slick. “Du’n… Don’t stop,” Buck whimpers, pleads, akin to someone putting their hands together and begging to their god.
Eddie feels good; powerful. Shivers at the plea falling from Buck’s mouth as he fucks into his cunt, rock-hard and dizzy with love and lost. “Won’t,” he rasps, “I won’t stop.” It’s a promise, a dedication to Buck’s pleasure, a vow. His breath is heaving out of him, his chest rising and falling in heavy intervals, groaning into the air.
He stares down at where they connect, his cock fucking into a cherry-red cunt, watching strings of slick connecting him to Buck snap and reconstruct every other thrust, bands wobbling and spider-webbing between his cock and Buck’s inner thighs. With each thrust, he punches little unh, unh, nhn, uhns out of Buck, spurring him on. He wants to hear every sound Buck can make and pull ones the blond didn’t even know he could make out of him.
Eddie pants into the humid air of their bedroom—theirs, not his, not anymore—as the smell of sex and in-heat Omega clogs his nostrils. His cock is fucking deep inside of Buck, hilting as deep inside as he can press, making Buck’s thighs jump and shake when he does. Buck is panting to, tongue poking out of his pink lips to lick at them, eyes dewy and dripping with tears. He is truly a sight Eddie will never forget as long as he lives. “So pretty, cariño, you’re a fucking vision,” Buck vibrates under him at the praise, a gurgled sound shaped like Eddie’s name coming out of pink lips.
“You like hearing how beautiful you are, baby? You are, you’re radiant, my vida, so good, so pretty for me,” Buck belts out a sob, sinking deeper into the mattress as his scent sweetens, cunt turning into a vice around his cock so suddenly Eddie’s thrusts stumble and stutter at the unexpected pressure. “Did-?” Did Buck just cum at a few words of praise and compliments?
Buck whines high and sharp, hands coming up to cup his face, sniffling and moaning as Eddie fucks him through his orgasm. The sharp tang of embarrassment coats Buck’s scent as Eddie works his hips back to a steady rhythm, groaning and nosing Buck’s hands away from his face. “That’s hot,” Eddie rasps, “So fucking hot, baby, you have absolutely no idea what you do to me, huh? Cumming like a good boy from just a bit of praise? God.”
Buck whines into the bruising kiss Eddie initiates, tongues tangling and teeth clacking. It’s an utterly lust-driven kiss that lets Eddie drink down every little sound Buck makes, licking into his mouth and tasting the lingering taste of Gatorade.
“H-Haah, E-Eddie, please. K-Knot?” The way Buck asks for his knot is so sugar-sweet and innocent, Eddie wants to devour him—tear into his skin and rip away muscles and sinew till he can grab Buck’s heart and take it for his own; to love, to cherish, to protect, to hold.
“Y-Yeah, yeah, you can have it, baby,” Eddie rasps, leaning down to press into the unmarked side of Buck's neck, licking over the swollen scent gland. It makes Buck’s entire body jolt, his chest pressing against his and a belted moan crashing out of Buck’s mouth. “Taste so sweet, so perfect,” he mutters against the blond’s skin, growling into it as his knot swells slowly. It doesn’t even catch in Buck’s tight cunt, too small to do anything but send tingles racing up Eddie’s spine.
Buck’s head slots against his neck, nosing his scent gland, mirroring Eddie’s actions but with much more trepidation than Eddie. The slight undercurrent of nerves enters Buck’s scent, telling Eddie all he needs to know. Buck wants this, wants to sink his teeth into Eddie’s scent gland to complete the bond between them, but he’s clearly nervous and unsure of his actions.
Not many Alphas will allow Omegas near their scent gland; mated Omegas often mark an Alpha on their wrist or elsewhere. But that’s not going to happen with Eddie; Eddie wants to wear Buck’s mark proudly on his neck so that everyone can see his status: taken.
“You can,” Eddie rasps, putting all his weight on his left hand to use his right to cradle the back of Buck’s neck, guiding him deeper into his neck to allow the Omega full access to his scent gland. Eddie’s steady on his knees as he fucks down into his Omega, feeling Buck’s whine vibrate through his throat at the move. “You wanna bite me, sweetheart? Sink your teeth into my scent gland to show everyone I’m yours?” Eddie croons, feeling Buck nod rapidly, but his scent still holds the undercurrent of nervousness.
His knot starts to catch, filling quickly at the thought of feeling Buck sink his teeth into his scent gland—to have the finality between them that this is forever scarred into his skin appeals to Eddie greatly.
“A-Alpha,” Buck whispers against his skin, gulping and whimpering sweetly, tongue darting out to lick up the oils his gland is weeping, moaning into his skin at the taste. He’s not sure what he tastes like to Buck, but the blond tastes like ambrosia and home. “G-Gunna… c-cum,” he rasps, cunt squeezing around his cock to puncutate his words.
“Me too, baby. Gonna hang you off my knot and fill you just like you wanted,” he growls, tilting Buck’s head into his scent gland a bit more forcefully, feeling those plush lips squish against his gland, the barest scrape of teeth sending skittering sparks lighting his body ablaze like dry brush catching a stray ember.
Buck whines at the dirty talk, hips canting up and rolling against his thrust, the both of them chasing their pleasure. His fingers curl into Buck’s soft curls, gripping the short strands as his knot catches hard and pops out with an aborted out-thrust, teeth gnashing against Buck’s skin and claiming venom tacky and cistrusy on his tongue. Buck’s hands are clawing at his shoulderblades, marking up Eddie’s tan skin with beautiful red lines he’s sure he’ll admine in the bathroom mirror later on, tracing with his eyes the testament and physical reminder of their mating.
“Bite, baby,” Eddie rasps, the barest hint of command living in the underbelly of his words. Buck sobs a bit, mouth opening against his neck and framing his scent gland as his knot starts to catch, stretching him wide and popping out with more difficulty. His knot is bound to pop at any moment, and he wants it to happen when Buck sinks his teeth into his throat.
“Bite,” Eddie growls out, the Alpha command heavy in the air, and Buck is unable to do anything but comply. Needle-sharp teeth sink into his scent gland, sending him into a blind spiral of pleasure and skittering pain, knot pumping in once, twice, before locking so fast Eddie sees stars. It’s a distant awareness of his Omega and their mutual bond snapping into place that he feels Buck orgasm around him, squirting with enough force to soak Eddie’s abdomen completely with squirt.
He follows Buck by biting into the blond’s right scent gland, teeth sinking as deep as they can to fill the little sac full of his claiming venom under Buck's skin. Buck’s whines and moans vibrate through his teeth. He wants to give Buck the chance to feel what being marked in a safe, happy environment feels like and not while he’s about a minute away from choking on his frothy spit and diving into total organ failure.
Buck’s teeth stay anchored in his scent gland as Eddie cradles his head and fucks them through their unision orgasms, hips rutting and rocking his knot as deep as it can go. There’s not much give, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Buck’s cock is still making a sticky mess of their stomach, painting their abs white with useless seed.
It’s perfect, this bliss that pings back and forth between their complete mating bond. It slots something into place deep inside of Eddie he didn’t even know was out of sorts, a contentment unlike anything he’s ever felt sinking into his bones. He’s never felt this before, though, holding Christopher for the first time comes close to this.
Buck’s mouth creaks open, and his teeth slide out of his pierced scent gland, panting and licking the marked gland. Buck’s tongue is like a soothing balm to the ache in his neck that makes him feel so good; it’s addictive. Eddie pulls his teeth out of Buck’s scent gland as well a moment later, lapping the slightly bloody wound and soothing it.
“Alpha…” Buck croaks, limp as a well-cooked noodle under him, hands holding onto his shoulders in a shaky grip. “F-Feel good, so good,” he sighs as Eddie pulls away slightly to stare into Buck’s eyes. Buck looks like that of a fat, happy tabby loafing on their owner's lap, or a dog who just got the belly pats of a century.
“Good,” Eddie mutters, pressing a kiss against Buck’s parted lips. “That’s how it should feel, always,” he huffs, knocking their noses together as he watches how Buck sinks into a blissful Omega float in real time, so utterly perfect Eddie cannot believe how lucky he got. “Rest, baby, you can close your eyes.” Eddie nuzzles into Buck’s cheeks, and pepper kisses on the highs of his cheekbones. He is gentle with his scenting as a thready purr starts in Buck’s chest, a sound he wants to bottle up and save.
“Mm, c’mere,” Buck mutters, dragging him down till Eddie is laying atop Buck, blanketing him fully. “B’tt’r,” he purrs, eyes slipping closed and breath evening out. Eddie barely breathes as he takes in Buck, watching him, soaking in the essence of Evan “Buck” Buckley.
Distantly, Eddie hopes that’ll change to Evan “Buck” Diaz soon.
It has a nice ring to it.
-
Two days later, three days into Buck’s heat, it ends, and they both share a knowing, panic-laced look.
Seems like heat-addled, desperate Buck got his wish.
Of course, Chris is ecstatic to come home early and incredibly excited to soak in the presence of his Bucky, and Eddie tries to ignore the very knowing look Carla gives him as she hands over Chris’s backpack full of his things. He walks her out, gives her a big hug and a parting smile, and goes to join his boys in bed where Buck is currently smothering Chris with kisses, peering at Eddie under flaxen lashes as their pup giggles and squeals with laughter.
-
[the 118 🚒]
Eddie
[Hey, Cap. Buck’s heat ended early, so no need for any extra meals—he and I should be back within the week once Buck’s doctor clears him. Buck’s climbing the walls to get back.]
[Ah. Shit, wrong chat]
Hen
[it ended EARLY???]
[oh my god. DIAZ!]
Chim
[wait]
[WAIT]
[WAIIIIT]
[IS BUCK????]
Bobby
[Glad to hear you and Buck will be returning; shift’s not the same without you two—let me know the details on what Buck’s doctor tells him.]
[And I’ll have all the forms you both need for HR on my desk when you two return. Congratulations you two 🙂 - Bobby Nash]
Buck
[eddie. ur joking.]
[ur sleeping on the couch]
Eddie
[dios]
[You’re not serious right?]
[Buck?]
[Baby???]
Chim
[ooo someones in the dog house!]
Hen
[Shut up chim]
Eddie
[Shut up, Chim.]
Buck
[chut up chim]
Chim
[Damn okay]
-
Eddie, did not, in fact, sleep on the couch. Buck burst into tears twenty minutes into Eddie’s banishment to the couch and dragged him into their bed. Buck did, however, stick his cold feet on Eddie, so he supposes it’s revenge.
As they sleep, Eddie’s hand drifts to rest atop Buck’s lower abdomen, a hope that something is growing in there easing Eddie into a dream-filled sleep of blue-eyed, brown-haired babies with a port wine stain that he hopes looks like Buck’s.