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Two weeks after the tsunami and Buck was losing his mind. He wasn’t allowed to go back to work until his stitches were out and his doctor had told him at his appointment that he had at least another seven days since the cut was deeper and it hadn’t fully healed yet. With Chris at school every day and Buck being on a strict exercise ban, he had been playing a lot of video games and watching a lot of TV, and he was done.

“Please take me out tonight,” Buck begged over the phone. Eddie was covering someone on C-shift for a few hours and would be home by noon, but Buck missed his boyfriend, and he was going to whine about it. “I’m going to go crazy if I have to stay in this house another day.”

“Baby, you literally went to lunch with Maddie after your appointment yesterday,” Eddie reminded him with a laugh. “And the day before that, I took you out for brunch and a date to the Natural History Museum.”

“But that’s not today,” Buck pouted. “So will you? Take me out tonight?”

“What do you want to do?” Eddie asked with an exasperated sigh, though Buck could tell it was the fond one he did when he was going to give Buck what he wanted.

“There’s a bar I like that does trivia nights?” he suggested with a bite of his lip.

“We can go after dinner,” Eddie agreed. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Buck hung up the call and settled into the couch, grabbing the controller for the PS5 to continue playing his game while he waited for his boyfriend to get home.

Buck hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch when the front door opened and Eddie stepped inside, bag slipped over his shoulder. “Hey, baby.” Buck immediately paused his game and pushed off the couch, jumping over the back of it. “Could you not do something to agitate your injury even further, please?” Eddie looked so fucking good. He was wearing just one of his henleys and a pair of his looser cargo pants, but the buttons were undone and sleeves pushed up, and Buck wanted to bite him.

“It’s fine,” Buck waved him off and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist. “How was your shift?” Eddie pulled him in for a kiss, tangling his fingers in Buck’s hair at the nape of his neck. Buck was happy to return it, tightening his grip on Eddie and pulling him closer, biting lightly at his bottom lip.

Eddie pulled back a minute later and reached up, tracing his thumb over Buck’s birthmark. “It was good. Some minor calls, one MVA, and a two-alarm fire. Chim ended up falling in a mud puddle, and that was hilarious.” Buck nuzzled into Eddie’s hand and smiled a little.

“Glad it wasn’t bad. Need some sleep, or did you get enough last night?”

“Yeah, and a shit ton of coffee this morning,” Eddie nodded, kissing Buck’s cheek. “C’mon, we can cuddle on the couch and you can keep playing your game.” Buck was happy to drop back down onto the sofa, propping his left leg up on the coffee table while Eddle lay down with his head pillowed on Buck’s chest, wrapping his arm around Buck’s waist.

“Comfy?” Buck asked and waited for Eddie to nod before grabbing his controller; he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s torso and propped it up on Eddie’s back, unpausing his game to continue where he left off. Eddie scrolled on his phone, propped up on Buck’s chest, occasionally tilting his head to press a soft kiss to his bare skin as they cuddled. Buck did his best to keep as still as he could, biting back the usual over-the-top reactions he would have when he died.

“Gotta go pick up Chris,” Eddie finally muttered, kissing Buck’s chest again. “You coming with or you wanna stay here?”

“I’ll stay. We’re having spaghetti for dinner if you wanna stop and pick up some fresh garlic bread?” Buck suggested, and Eddie nodded, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“You want anything else while I’m out?” Eddie asked, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to Buck’s lips.

“Maybe some Skittles?”

“You got it. I’ll be back in a bit.” Eddie kissed him again before shoving off the couch and heading out the front door. Buck turned his attention back to his game until he finished his current level and then headed into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. He put away the few dirty dishes that he had from breakfast and then got out the pans he would need to cook dinner, though he still had a few hours.

He cleaned up the kitchen a bit more, wiping down the counters and sink before moving on to gathering the laundry along with Eddie’s duffle to get any dirty clothes from it as well, throwing it all in the washing machine. By the time he was switching the load to the dryer, Eddie and Chris returned, Chris beelining to his bedroom and shutting the door. “He okay?” Buck asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He didn’t say anything on the drive home,” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t wanna push until he was ready to talk. Got your Skittles, I’ll put ‘em on the coffee table.”

“Thank you!” Buck called as Eddie disappeared around the corner. Once he started the dryer, he approached Chris’ door and knocked, waiting for the affirmative to open the door. He stepped inside and shut it gently behind him, looking at Chris where he lay on his bed. “Did something happen at school?”

“You remember the…the boy I liked from robotics?” Chris muttered.

“Yeah? Did something happen with him?” Buck moved to sit in Chris’ desk chair, turning it to face the bed.

“He asked Hailey out today, at lunch,” Chris explained.

“I’m sorry, kid. That fucking sucks,” Buck tilted his head. “And I know it feels awful now, but you’ll move on, just like you did from Elena. Heartbreak is a part of life.”

“Feels like shit,” Chris angrily wiped his cheeks and turned so he was looking at Buck.

“It does,” Buck confirmed. “And it always will. But it's part of being human. And I’ve realized that all that heartbreak made me appreciate the love that I do have even more. It’ll feel better soon, kid, I promise. But until then, I bet I could convince your dad to let us have ice cream for dessert?”

Chris was quiet for a moment, but then nodded, sending Buck a small smile. “Alright, kid, I’ll let you wallow in peace for a bit.” He stood from the chair and left the room with a soft click of the door. He headed down the hall to find Eddie already on the couch, so Buck threw himself down in his lap, straddling him easily. “Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi, baby.” Eddie settled his hands on Buck’s waist. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean?” Buck furrowed his brows and pouted a little. “Maybe I just wanna kiss my hot-as-shit boyfriend?” He punctuated his remark with a quick but filthy kiss, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting their lips.

“I’m saying I know you very well, and I can tell when you want something, so spill,” Eddie tucked his hands under the waistband of Buck’s shorts, squeezing the fat on his hips. Buck smiled a little, biting his lip as he pressed even closer to Eddie.

“Can we have ice cream tonight? Before we go to the bar?” Eddie raised a single eyebrow. “Please, Daddy? I’ll blow you in the truck before we come home.”

“You would probably do that anyway,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “But fine, yes, we can have ice cream.” Buck beamed and kissed him again, lingering this time before rolling off Eddie’s lap - they couldn’t go any further anyway, not with Chris right down the hall and them being strict with their nothing heavier than kissing in common rooms rule while he was home.

They turned on a TV show to watch before they needed to make dinner, Eddie choosing a newer medical show that Hen and Chim had recommended. Buck lay down with his head in Eddie’s lap, humming happily when his boyfriend began scratching his scalp as they watched. They managed to get through two episodes and Buck’s bag of Skittles before they needed to start on dinner, so Eddie turned the TV off and they made their way into the kitchen.

“You’re on vegetable duty,” Buck told Eddie as he filled up the pot with water for the pasta.

“You want anything specific, or can I choose?” Eddie had already opened the pantry and was looking at the cans.

“Not green beans. The texture’s been weird to me recently,” Buck said, and Eddie nodded, grabbing two cans of peas. They both worked quietly for a few minutes, but once Eddie’s pan was on the stove, peas warming on the burner, he pulled his phone out and turned on some music, setting the device on the windowsill as a slower Spanish song started playing.

“Can you grab the ground beef from the fridge?” Buck asked with a smile as Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek as he handed the package off. Buck stood in front of the stove as he cooked the meat, and Eddie wrapped his arms around him from behind.

“Dance with me,” Eddie whispered, pressing his lips to Buck’s shoulder. Buck nodded and reached down to turn the heat on the burner down a little before turning to wrap his arms around Eddie’s waist, swaying with him in the small space. Eddie sang along to the song quietly, the Spanish rolling off his tongue so sweetly it made Buck’s legs shake a little.

Buck pressed their foreheads together through the duration of the song, letting Eddie lead, following his slow steps. “Love you,” Eddie whispered as the song came to a close, kissing Buck gently.

“Love you, too,” Buck hummed, only pulling away as the song faded, the lack of music making the sound of the meat cooking more obvious, turning back to that before it could burn. They finished cooking not long after that, Buck making Eddie grab the sauce and pour it into the cooked beef, stirring it while he drained the pasta and chucked the garlic bread in the oven to crisp up for a couple minutes.

“Chris!” Eddie called out the open doorway. “Wash up and come set the table, please!”

Buck mixed the spaghetti while Eddie got the peas and garlic bread set on the table, and a minute later, Chris rounded the corner. They were all sitting and eating quickly after that, Chris telling them all about his day at school, biting his lip a little nervously when Eddie asked if whatever had happened that had upset him was resolved.

“There’s not anything to like…fix,” Chris said slowly. “The guy that I kinda had a crush on asked someone else out.” Eddie froze as he took in his son’s words, and Buck hooked their ankles together under the table.

“I - I’m sorry, mijo,” Eddie stuttered a little. “That must suck.” Buck furrowed his brows a little.

“Thanks, Dad.” Chris took a huge bite of his garlic bread.

“Eds…have you never been rejected?” Buck asked, turning to look at his boyfriend. Eddie blushed a little and stared down at his plate.

“I mean…Shannon was the first person that I ever dated, and then Ana and Marisol were the only people I ever asked out after, and then you,” Eddie listed. “So…no. I have not.” Buck’s jaw dropped a little, and he looked over at Chris, who was trying not to laugh.

“This guy must think he’s sooo special,” Buck joked, smirking at Eddie’s protests. “He doesn’t understand true pain.”

“Might I remind you, I’ve been shot three times?” Eddie scoffed, reaching over to flick Buck’s ear. Chris laughed as Buck tried to duck out of the way in time.

“I don’t know, Dad, I’ve been through a tsunami, and it didn’t hurt this bad,” Chris said, forcing a straight face for all of a few seconds before he broke and laughed even more. Eddie rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, lips pursed in that way that meant he wanted to pout but wasn’t going to give Buck the satisfaction of seeing him pout.

“Chris, we’re gonna be out a little late tonight.” Buck took pity on his boyfriend and changed the subject. “Your dad is taking me out to trivia night at a bar.”

“Why can’t I go?” Chris frowned, looking between the two.

“It’s a school night and it’s at a bar,” Eddie pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll have to get yourself to bed; do not stay up too late, please.” Chris waved him off with a half-hearted promise. Chris finished telling them about his day, and by the time he finished, their plates were cleared.

“Ice cream?” Buck asked as Eddie stood from the table, collecting their dirty dishes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie muttered with a quick kiss to Buck’s lips before disappearing into the kitchen. Buck met Chris’ gaze across the table and gave him a thumbs up.

“Told you I could convince him,” Buck said smugly.

“He would have agreed if I asked him too, you’re not special,” Chris taunted lightheartedly, and Buck gasped, throwing his napkin at Chris’ head, which turned into Chris retaliating with his but before Buck could find something else, the door behind him opened and Eddie stepped through with three bowls.

“I will eat all of this myself if you two can’t behave,” he threatened, passing the ice cream out - Chris’ with some sprinkles and chocolate sauce, and Buck’s had a few fresh strawberries sliced on top.

“Nothing was happening,” Buck denied immediately, leaning over to kiss Eddie as soon as he sat down, grinning against his lips. “Thank you for the ice cream, sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” Chris gagged a little.

“It’s new, I’m testing it out,” Buck huffed. “I realized I don’t have any cute nicknames for your dad, and that feels unfair.” Eddie chuckled as Buck shoveled a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and pouted.

“Okay, but sunshine? Of all the things you could call him?” Chris rolled his eyes, and Buck smirked a little.

“Well, there are lots of options. I could call him honey bunches, or sweetie pie, or snookums, or pookie, or-”

“Oh my God, please stop, I’m begging,” Chris groaned, cutting Buck off as Eddie laughed even more. “Sunshine is fine as long as you never say pookie again.” Buck beamed in triumph as he polished off his ice cream, standing to take his bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Eddie followed a moment later, and within the next few minutes, they got the leftovers put away and all the dirty dishes either in the dishwasher or soaking in the sink.

“Trivia starts soon, so we gotta get going,” Buck said as he checked the time on Eddie’s watch. “I’m gonna get changed real quick.” Buck parted with a quick kiss, heading to their bedroom to change into a pair of jeans, a shirt, a zip-up hoodie, and a jean jacket on top of it - he got cold easily.

“Baby, ready to go?” Eddie called down the hall, and Buck hurried out, smiling at him brightly.

“Yes, please, let’s go! Bye, Chris!” Buck was already grabbing the keys to Eddie’s truck off the table by the door.

“We’ll be back in a few hours, mijo, text or call if you need anything,” Eddie followed Buck out to the truck, sliding into the passenger seat while Buck clambered into the other side. “So…you didn’t seem surprised by what Chris said at dinner.”

“Oh…” Buck bit his lip. “Uh, he actually told me about the boy he liked the day of the…tsunami.”

“Really?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah. He was…he was a little scared to tell you,” Buck said gently, reaching over with his right hand to squeeze Eddie’s thigh. “Obviously, he knew you would love him no matter what, but…”

“It’s always hard to come out to your parents,” Eddie finished with a nod. “I’m glad he told you.”

“You are?” Buck glanced over at him quickly, eyes wide.

“Of course I am, baby. How many times do I have to reassure you that I am happy that Chris trusts you?” Eddie smiled a little. “Because I am. So beyond happy that he does.”

“Maybe just a few more times?” Buck suggested sheepishly - he knew that Eddie wasn’t lying when he said it, it just - his brain didn’t always believe it.

“As many times as you need,” Eddie leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “What do we get if we win trivia?”

“Tab is completely paid for, plus a bottle of wine or six-pack,” Buck answered. “We’re gonna kick ass.” Eddie laughed a little at that but didn’t dispute it. When they arrived at the bar, trivia was starting in just a few minutes, so they quickly got in and signed up, Buck pulling up the website on his phone. “What should our team name be?”

“Firehoses,” Eddie replied immediately, cheeks heating up as Buck gaped at him - he knew his boyfriend was funny (obviously), but he was usually not one for raunchy humor in public.

“Perfect.” Buck typed it in as a waitress came by and got their orders - both of them sticking to beer since it was a weeknight and Buck was on low-dose pain meds, and an order of nachos to share. As they waited, the host gave their introductory spiel and started the first round, reading through the questions. Buck was able to answer most of them himself, and Eddie helped on a few, but there were a couple that they just had to guess on.

They got through three rounds easily, but as they were waiting for the fourth round to start, a woman - a very pretty woman with tan skin and long, curly black hair - approached their table. Someone Buck definitely would have hit on a year ago. Eddie looked a little stunned to see her, eyes wide and mouth gaping slightly. “A-Ana, hi.”

“Hello, Edmundo,” she said sweetly, smiling at him. “It’s very nice to see you again.”

“Yeah…yeah, you too,” Eddie blinked quickly and met Buck’s confused gaze. “Oh, Ana, this is my boy-” he paused for just a moment, swallowing quickly. “My boyfriend, Buck.”

“Boyfriend?” Ana’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Buck bit his lip. He’d never seen a picture of her, but he could only assume this was ex-girlfriend Ana. “I didn’t realize you were…into men.”

“I didn’t know,” Eddie flushed red. “When we were…together. It’s a fairly new realization.” Ana put her hand on Eddie’s forearm, and Buck fought the urge to shove the fork resting near his elbow through it, if only because then he would be stabbing Eddie too. Buck forced a smile when Ana finally turned to him.

“Well, it’s wonderful to meet you. How long have you two been together?” Ana looked between them.

“Eight months,” Buck said quickly. “And we’ve been living together for two.” He watched as Ana’s eyes widened a little in surprise.

“That seems…fast,” Ana said, smile a little tighter. “We were together for what…seven months, and I never even slept over.”

“When you know, you know,” Buck said, reaching over to take Eddie’s hand over the table.

“Obviously,” Ana nodded, eyes lingering on their joined hand. “How are you doing otherwise, Edmundo?”

“I’m…I’m good. I’m really good. Still a firefighter, still with the 118. That’s how Buck and I met actually. And Chris is good, he’s a sophomore in high school now,” Eddie hooked his ankle around Buck’s under the table, and Buck let himself relax just a little at the extra touch. “And you?”

“I’m really great. I’m a principal now, at an elementary school,” Ana answered, keeping her eyes locked on Eddie. “I’m here with some of my friends from school, we come once a month or so.”

“That’s amazing, Ana,” Eddie said with a genuine smile.

“You too,” Ana nodded. “The mustache is nice, by the way. And if you ever wanna…get a coffee or something to catch up, my number’s still the same. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, yeah sure, see you around,” Eddie nodded a little, but Buck was fuming. She literally asked Eddie on a date right in front of him! Did she not have any dignity? Shame? Even Buck, before he met Eddie, would have never asked someone out right in front of their partner - he at least had the wherewithal to propose a threesome instead!

“You okay, baby?” Eddie asked, tilting his head a little as he got Buck’s attention. Buck nodded quickly and fixed his smile into something casual.

“Of course,” he said, squeezing Eddie’s hand. “Now, we've got two more rounds, and we’re gonna kick everybody else’s ass and win first place.”

For all of Buck’s bravado and ego, they ended up in second place, which meant half their tab still got paid. Eddie handed his card to their waitress despite Buck’s protests. “I was the one that asked you out tonight.”

“I distinctly remember you telling me to take you out; therefore, I pay. I took you out,” Eddie reasoned. This was a common argument between the two of them, and Eddie won most of the time by being quicker when it came to whipping out his wallet.

“Fine, but next time it’s my turn,” Buck negotiated, and Eddie agreed far too easily - he was definitely still going to try and pay. The waitress dropped the card and receipt back off, wishing them a good night and taking their empty bottles and plate. “Now come on, I owe you a blowjob.”

“Baby, you know you don’t actually have to blow me?” Eddie said as they stood from their seats and headed out the back door of the bar to the parking lot.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” Buck said with a smirk. “Now get in the fucking truck and get your dick out, please.” They were parked in the back of the lot (Buck knew what he was doing when he picked the spot), so it was dim and not many people would be looking over. Buck waited for Eddie to get in his side before shutting the door and hurrying around to climb in. He slid the seat all the way back so the steering wheel wouldn’t block his hip as he bent over, leaning across the console to kiss Eddie sweetly.

“C’mon Buck, we don’t have all night,” Eddie coaxed him, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Buck nodded and trailed his lips down Eddie’s jaw and neck, pressing in the open buttons of his Henley before skipping down to his crotch.

“Gonna get your cock out for me, sunshine?” Buck asked, nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s bulge. Eddie grumbled slightly as he tugged Buck’s head away in order to undo the button and zipper of his pants, reaching into his briefs to pull out his dick. Buck licked his lips and brought his right hand up to replace Eddie’s, stroking his length slowly, his left hand holding his weight up over the console.

Buck hovered over the head of Eddie’s cock, opening his mouth to let his saliva drip down, using that to help make the slide of his hand smoother. He took the tip in his mouth, moaning softly at the familiar weight and warmth as it hit his tongue, eyes fluttering shut. He bobbed his head slowly, taking his time as he took Eddie’s cock deeper with every drop, humming as he felt him in his throat, relaxing around the girth.

Above him, Eddie was panting, fingers tight in his hair. Buck couldn’t see the face Eddie was making, but he had it memorized anyway (and had enough pictures of it in a locked album on his phone). He knew Eddie’s eyes were rolled back, and his skin was that pretty shade of red. His lips were wet with spit and swollen because Eddie was a biter, and he was shiny from a light sheen of sweat.

Buck spotted the signs as Eddie drew closer to his orgasm, hips twitching minutely, stomach clenching, and balls tightening. He pulled back just as Eddie peaked, jerking him through it, come painting Buck’s lips, cheeks, and chin. Buck took a minute to suckle the tip one last time, cleaning Eddie up of any last drops before sitting up slowly. His back was screaming at him a little from being bent in an awkward position, but it was all worth it.

Eddie was leaning back against his seat, eyes shut as he breathed heavily. Buck glanced around, freezing when he saw Ana in the next row, staring at them. He couldn’t see her exact expression, but it looked like she was frowning. Buck made sure Eddie’s eyes were still shut before he licked his lips, bringing one hand up to trail his finger through the rest of the mess on his face, licking the digit clean obscenely as he held Ana’s gaze.

Ana was frozen where she stood (next to her car, Buck was assuming), watching as he swallowed Eddie’s come. Buck smirked cruelly and leaned back over the console to kiss Eddie, moaning quietly as their lips moved together. “Mmm, want me to jerk you?” Eddie asked slowly, but Buck shook his head.

“I’m good, but thank you, sunshine,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “Ready to get home?”

“Yes please, I’ve got a shift tomorrow,” Eddie reminded him. Buck finally sat back in his seat and got buckled, turning the engine on as Eddie did the same. He pulled out of the parking lot, making sure to send Ana a little finger wave as they passed her.

***

Buck had finally gotten his stitches removed and the all clear from his doctor to return to work - thank fuck. He was dying without anything to do. He just needed to meet with Bobby and let him know that he was cleared. A Shift was on their 96 off, and as this was technically work stuff, Buck could wait the few days to meet with him at the station. Besides, Eddie was doing an amazing job of keeping him distracted.

“Strike!” Eddie whooped as he watched his ball fly down the lane, hitting all ten pins. Buck groaned and dropped his head back, watching the screen that displayed their scores. On the sixth frame, Eddie was up by over thirty points.

They really had to stop picking dates that involved Eddie bending over in any capacity. It distracted Buck to inadequacy - it was practically cheating.

“You know,” Buck started as he stood to grab his ball. “People say that someone can either be good at sex or good at bowling.”

“Are you saying I’m not good at sex?” Eddie asked, smirking up at Buck. “Because if that’s what you think, I don’t think I want to have any. At least for a while.”

“N-no, no, that is not - that is not what I said,” Buck spluttered, shaking his head quickly.

“But it’s what you implied,” Eddie countered, stepping closer. “So what is it, baby? Am I bad at bowling or bad at sex?”

“Ne-neither, I promise,” Buck said hurriedly. “You’re the best at sex.”

“Even better than you?” Eddie raised his eyebrows, biting his lip.

“So much better than me,” Buck nodded and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s waist, tugging him close for a kiss. “Best I’ve ever had.” Eddie laughed a little and pushed him away, walking over to drop into one of the seats.

“Wanna bet on it?” Eddie asked. Buck picked up his ball and frowned in confusion.

“On who’s better at sex?” he asked.

“No, baby, on the game. Winner gets to pick the position tonight?” Eddie suggested. Chris was at a friend’s house for a Friday night sleepover, leaving their house empty and the possibilities endless.

“You’re only suggesting that because you know you’re gonna win,” Buck whined a little as he lined up to take his shot - and sure enough, he only knocked down four pins when his ball veered to the left.

“Maybe. But I didn’t eat a salad at lunch for nothing,” Eddie said casually, and Buck inhaled sharply as he waited at the ball return. “So?”

“Fine. Winner picks the position,” Buck agreed. It’s not like he was really losing anyway - he got amazing sex no matter who won their bet. He rolled his second ball down and only knocked over another two pins. Yeah, Eddie was definitely winning.

“It’s okay, baby,” Eddie cooed, patting Buck’s ass as they passed each other. “You’re good at other things.” Buck dropped into the seat and grabbed their shared soda, taking a long sip until he was getting nothing but a few drops.

“I’m gonna go get a refill so I don’t have to watch you get another strike,” Buck let him know, standing with the cup to head over to the bar. He popped the lid off and handed it to the employee, telling them which soda, and turned to glance at Eddie, frowning when a woman was talking to him, standing far too close.

Look, Buck understood. Eddie was a hot piece of ass. He was the dictionary definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His eyes were big and cow-like, and he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. He got hit on all the time. Buck was used to it, even.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

Buck took the filled cup with a quick thanks and snapped the lid back on before he (at a reasonable pace) made his way back over to their lane. “Eds?” Buck set the cup on the table before sidling up to Eddie’s side.

“Buck, hey,” Eddie smiled and wrapped his arm around Buck’s waist. “Buck, this is my ex-girlfriend Marisol. I was just telling her about you.” Buck’s entire body froze for just a split second before he extended his hand to shake hers with a polite grin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said tightly.

“You too.” Marisol’s smile was kind as she took his hand. “How’s Chris?”

“He’s great,” Eddie’s face was bright, the way it always was when he got the opportunity to talk about his kid. Buck barely paid attention as Eddie rambled, instead watching Marisol. It was weird that they’d run into both of Eddie’s exes within a couple of weeks, and Buck wasn’t a fan - which he knew was stupid. Eddie was gay. Eddie was with him. They lived together and had both said they eventually wanted to get married.

Didn’t make Buck feel less like wringing their necks, though, even if it was irrational.

“It was nice to see you again, Eddie, and I’m glad you’re doing well. You seem really happy,” Buck focused his attention back on Marisol as she spoke, eyes warm.

“I am,” Eddie nodded, hand on Buck’s waist tightening slightly. “I’ll see you?”

“Yeah, my boyfriend is waiting outside,” Marisol nodded. “See you. And it was nice meeting you, Buck.” With that, she turned with a quick wave and headed outside the bowling alley. Buck didn’t wait as he crushed his lips to Eddie’s, turning the kiss too dirty for public quite quickly. Eddie was happy to respond in kind, but he did pull away after a moment, cheeks rosy and breathing hard.

“What was that for?” Eddie asked, swallowing heavily. Buck shrugged and stepped away, falling into the seat again.

“Just felt like it,” he said, snatching the soda up to take a sip. Eddie rolled his eyes as he fought a smile, spinning on the spot to actually take his turn, and fuck - he got another strike. Eddie was going to win.

And half an hour later - he did. Eddie gloated the entire way home, pressing teasing kisses to Buck’s face on the drive, bragging about his exceptional bowling skills, interspersed with musings about what position he would choose. It was driving Buck absolutely insane, and he almost pulled over three times to just fuck Eddie over the hood of the truck on the side of the road (and if that wasn’t enticing, but he was not doing anything that might get Athena’s attention - he knew she was working tonight).

Blissfully, they arrived home, and Eddie clung to Buck’s arm as they made their way to the front door. “You made up your mind?” Buck asked as they entered the house, dropping the keys on the table while Eddie locked the door.

“Hmm, yes,” Eddie nodded. “It’s a new one. Think you’ll be up for it?”

“With you? I’m up for anything,” Buck said sincerely and kissed along Eddie’s jaw. “Need a shower first?”

“No, I’m good,” Eddie shook his head, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck. Buck could tell what he was about to do, so he braced himself and caught Eddie’s weight as he jumped up, dropping his hands down to his boyfriend’s ass to hold him. Eddie’s legs hooked over his hips as Buck walked them back to their bedroom, kissing him messily as they stumbled down the hall. They slowly shed their clothes as they went, Eddie shoving Buck’s jacket off his shoulders, Buck rucking Eddie’s shirt up his chest. When they fell onto the bed - Buck on his back - Eddie rolled off him to shuck off his shoes and pants as quickly as possible, leaving just his briefs on.

Buck did the same, wanting to get inside Eddie as soon as he could - it had been a few days since he had fucked his boyfriend, as Buck had bottomed the last time they had penetrative sex. Eddie waited for Buck to be naked before finally sliding his underwear down his legs, moving slowly as he stepped out of them, pushing him down on the bed as he straddled his lap.

“Is this it?” Buck asked, raising an eyebrow - riding wasn’t exactly uncommon - Eddie was on top like this at least once or twice a week.

“No, baby, but you need to open me up first, yeah?” Eddie smiled down at him. Buck nodded quickly and sat up, pressing their chests together as he reached for Eddie’s nightstand, fumbling for the lube. He got some squeezed onto his fingers and used his clean hand to pull Eddie’s cheeks apart. Eddie gasped a little as Buck pushed inside him, rolling his hips into the intrusion.

“Feel good, Daddy?” Buck asked, mouthing at Eddie’s nipple, licking and sucking at the small bud. Eddie agreed, nodding frantically and babbling as Buck brushed the tip of his finger against his prostate.

“Quick, baby, open me up,” Eddie ordered, hands grasping at Buck’s shoulders with a vice-like grip. Buck, never one to disobey (and wasn’t that a fucking lie, but he rarely disobeyed Eddie), pushed a second finger in, scissoring them to stretch his rim. Eddie egged him on, whimpering and whining, fucking himself down on Buck’s hand.

After a couple minutes on three of Buck’s fingers, Eddie lifted himself with a gasp, breathing heavily as he used Buck to keep himself steady. “Okay, you gotta keep an open mind for this one, okay?”

“Daddy, I’ll give you anything you want,” Buck said easily, settling his hands on Eddie’s hips. Eddie smiled and leaned down, kissing Buck sweetly, a stark contrast to their touches just a moment before.

“Okay,” Eddie slid off his lap. “Stand at the end of the bed.” Buck did as he was told and stood from the bed, moving to the space between the wall and the foot of the mattress. Eddie took a deep breath and knelt first, pressing a kiss to Buck’s hip before lying on his back. He used his core muscles and leveraged his body with his hands on the floor to flip his legs over his head, ass in the air. He moved his hands to support his lower back, knees on either side of his head.

Buck watched in complete shock, mouth hanging open, as Eddie manipulated himself into a position that even he had never tried, and that was saying something. “C’mon baby,” Eddie urged him on. “Get your cock inside me.”

Buck snapped to attention and nodded weakly. He bent over first, gathered all the saliva in his mouth, and spat on Eddie’s hole before positioning himself over him, legs bent at the knees. He wrapped a hand around the length of his dick and guided the head to Eddie’s opening, letting gravity help him sink inside Eddie until he couldn’t get any closer. “Holy fuck,” Eddie whimpered, his own cock twitching against his stomach, precome settling into the little rolls of fat.

“Yeah?” Buck panted, setting his hands on his knees to keep himself steady and stable. Eddie nodded and adjusted his hips just a little, pushing them back just a smidge.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking deep, baby.” Eddie’s entire body was trembling, and his skin was shiny with sweat, but Buck was sure he was the same. “Fuck me, Buck.” Buck began moving his hips - the position didn’t allow him to go his usual speed, but he got deeper than he had ever been before, and with every thrust in, he could see the distention in Eddie’s belly.

“D-daddy,” Buck gasped as Eddie’s hole clenched around him, as if trying to keep him inside. They were both close, neither lasting as long as they were used to. Buck fucked in again and again, doing his best to keep his pace consistent for Eddie, but he was struggling as he slipped closer to his peak. Buck moved his hands from his knees to Eddie’s hips, wedging his hands between Eddie’s stomach and thighs, using his grip to yank him up into his next thrust. This left just Eddie’s shoulders and head on the ground, and with a choked moan, Eddie was coming all over his torso, painting his chest.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie was shaking as Buck carefully set him back down. “Baby, want you to come. Let go, come for Daddy.”

“Can I…” Buck trailed off, needing a moment to not blow his load before he was ready. “On you?” Eddie nodded, and Buck fucked in a few more times, waiting until he was right on the edge before pulling out and jerking himself until he came, spilling over Eddie’s stretched hole, balls, and taint. It was so much - it always was - that it dripped down Eddie’s cock and back into his body, especially when Eddie purposefully relaxed the muscle. Buck scrambled for his jeans sluggishly, yanking his phone from his pocket. He looked at Eddie hopefully, and his boyfriend just nodded again, so Buck was quick to open the camera, taking a video. He captured the way Eddie’s hole sucked in his come, placing his hand on Eddie’s skin, rubbing the fluid in.

“M’kay, baby, if I don’t move, my back is gonna seize,” Eddie said, and Buck stopped the video, dropping his phone on the mattress to help lower Eddie down so he was lying on the floor. “You were so good for me, baby,” Eddie praised him, tugging Buck into a kiss once he was horizontal. Buck’s entire body melted at that, letting himself lie next to Eddie, his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. They stayed there, lazily kissing for a long time, but eventually Eddie coaxed him to get up and help him to the shower. They cleaned each other up under the stream of water, unable to keep from kissing every few seconds.

“So…” Buck asked as they were drying off in the bathroom. “Where did you come up with that?”

“Saw it on TikTok,” Eddie shrugged, and Buck’s jaw dropped a little.

“I’m…you saw it on TikTok? What the fuck does your For You page look like?” Buck asked incredulously.

“I don’t know? I get a lot of different shit on there,” Eddie moved to the sink to brush his teeth, putting toothpaste on Buck’s brush as well. “Some firefighter stuff, some relationship stuff, dog videos.”

“Have you seen any videos about the woman with the antipasto salad and the shit neighbors?” Buck gasped.

“The woman with the what?” Eddie looked confused as fuck, but Buck was ecstatic and spent the next twenty minutes detailing the entire story to his boyfriend as they finished getting ready for bed. When they reentered the bedroom, Eddie grabbed the stuffed kangaroo that Buck had won him a few months before on Chris’ birthday, tucking it under his arm as they climbed into bed.

Buck bit back a smile - Eddie only cuddled with the toy when he was feeling extra clingy. Eddie lay on his back on his side of the bed, kangaroo on his left side, so Buck clambered up and tucked himself into Eddie’s right side, head on his chest. “Get your phone out,” he demanded, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s pec.

“And why should I do that?” Eddie asked, though he was already reaching over to grab the device from his side table.

“So you can show me your fucking For You page,” Buck said, giggling at Eddie’s exasperated sigh. Despite that, he still opened up the app, propping his phone up on his chest as he began swiping through the videos. Buck could tell that he was taking his time, giving Buck the opportunity to laugh and make fun of him for certain videos that popped up.

Buck was happy to spend the rest of their night like this, clinging to his boyfriend and watching mindless videos, sated from a good fucking, until they fell asleep.

***

Buck beamed as he and Eddie walked into the bar - their usual hook and ladder - the night before his first shift back. He had driven Eddie to work the day before and met with Bobby to give him his doctor’s note clearing him for duty.

Hen and Chim found out when they saw him after the meeting and immediately planned a quick celebration - at the bar since it was so short notice, but all their friends were there in a big, rounded, corner booth. Hen and Karen were in the middle, Chimney and Maddie on one side, and Bobby on the other.

“There he is! The man of the hour!” Chimney yelled as Buck and Eddie approached the table. “How’s it feel to be back?”

“Relieving,” Buck groaned and sat down next to Bobby, every scooting in a little to make room so Eddie could slide in next to him. “I’ve been dying of boredom. I don’t think I’ve ever cleaned more in my life.”

“I walked in on him scrubbing the vent covers last week,” Eddie supplied. “I am also glad our house will no longer be a fumigation zone.” Buck pouted and pinched Eddie’s thigh as a waiter came over to get their orders. Once they all had their drinks, conversation flowed easily between different members of the group, especially when Maddie and Chimney got up to sing karaoke. Eddie moved over to sit next to Karen while Bobby, Hen, and Buck talked about holiday plans at the station - they worked Halloween and Thanksgiving, but not Christmas or New Year's, so they had to figure out what they were gonna have for dinner on Thanksgiving.

“Well, well, well,” a voice caught all their attention, and they all turned to the newcomer. “If it isn’t the 118.” Buck frowned - he had no fucking clue who this man was, but based on the suddenly tense vibe of everyone else at the table, he could tell he wasn’t a friend.

“Tommy, good to see you,” Bobby said diplomatically. Buck had sworn he had heard that name before, but he couldn’t place it or the man’s face. He was older - older than Eddie by at least five or six years, most likely - and he was very…plain looking, if Buck was being honest. Definitely not someone he would have tried to fuck a year ago.

“You too, Cap,” Tommy said. “Eddie, you look really good. The mustache, it’s new. I like it. Makes you look…distinguished.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” Eddie accepted the compliment, giving Tommy that same smile he gave the PTA moms.

“Uh, hey, I’m Buck. I don’t think we’ve ever met,” Buck interrupted, holding his hand out.

“You are new,” Tommy looked him up and down slowly, and Buck resisted the urge to grimace. “Tommy, I used to work at the 118, but I’m at the 217 now as a helicopter pilot.”

“I uh, I just finished my probationary year,” Buck offered.

“Oh, you’re just a baby.” Buck wanted to throw up - what the fuck? “It was good to see you all, but I’d better head back over to my table. Eddie, you still have my number, yeah? Don’t be afraid to use it.” Thankfully, he left then, and Buck finally realized why he seemed familiar.

“He was the guy you went on a date with? The one that made the creepy comment about breaking you in?” Buck turned his gaze on Eddie.

“Unfortunately,” Eddie confirmed. Before he could say anything else, Maddie and Chimney rejoined, and the subject was dropped as Chimney did his best to convince anybody else to go sing (he was not successful).

A couple hours later, only Buck and Eddie were left as they were finishing up their drinks. Bobby had begged off first, half an hour before, then Hen and Karen, since they had to relieve their babysitter (Denny), and finally Maddie and Chimney made their exit only ten minutes prior.

Buck had his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him in close as they spoke quietly - it wasn’t even anything inappropriate, just how excited Buck was to be back at the station and working with Eddie again. Just as Eddie was draining the last of his soda (he had switched an hour ago to sober up for the drive home), Tommy sat across from them in the booth.

“Didn’t realize you had a boy, Eddie,” Tommy didn’t bother looking at Buck, his gaze trained on Eddie instead. “You seemed so adverse to it on our date.”

“I wasn’t ready then,” Eddie said easily. “I had just come out, I was still figuring myself out.”

“Mmm,” Tommy hummed. “What about you, Buck? Eddie your first boyfriend?”

“Uh, n-no, I’ve known I was bi since I was a teenager,” Buck shook his head. “But he is my first like, serious relationship.” Tommy watched him for a long moment, eyes narrowed, before turning his attention back to Eddie. Buck was going to stab him. Or hit him over the head with his beer bottle.

“So it’s serious?” Eddie nodded. “A shame. Well, if you ever get tired of your frat boy, you know my number. Or if you two ever want a third. See you around, Eddie.” Buck gaped as Tommy stood, clapping a hand on Eddie’s, and then left without another word, staring at him as he walked away. Yeah, definitely going to run him over with his Jeep.

“My god, he could not be more of an ass if he tried,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “C’mon baby, finish your beer, and we’ll go home.” Buck nodded without saying anything and downed the last bit of liquid in his glass before sliding out of the booth, trailing behind Eddie as they made their way out to the Jeep. He was quiet on the ride home too - uncharacteristic of him, and he knew Eddie noticed, but he couldn’t help it.

He had tried to deny it - he had no reason to be - but he couldn’t push it down anymore. He was jealous. He was jealous of anyone else who had ever gotten to touch Eddie because that should have been him. Even Tommy, who had only been on a single date with Eddie, thought he still had some sort of claim over the man, but he didn’t. Eddie was Buck’s.

“Baby?” Buck snapped his up and realized they were home, getting out of the Jeep without a word - he managed to make it through their entire nighttime routine without saying anything besides a goodnight to Chris, but as soon as they were alone in their bedroom, Eddie had seemingly had enough. He shoved Buck onto their bed and straddled his lap. “What’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since we left the bar, and that’s weird. You’ve literally never shut up a day since I met you, much less since we got together.”

“It’s nothing-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” Eddie snarled. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“He touched you!” Buck spat, chest heaving a little. “He touched you. Ana touched you. Marisol touched you.” Eddie tilted his head a little, observing Buck for a long, silent moment.

“Baby…are you jealous?” Eddie asked, a smirk growing on his lips. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“No,” Buck denied, but he could feel his cheeks heating with the lie.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” Eddie cooed, tracing a finger down the side of Buck’s face. “But you don’t have any reason to be jealous.”

“I know! I know there’s no reason, and that’s why it’s stupid!” Buck huffed and dropped back onto the bed. Eddie laughed a little and slid off his lap.

“Get naked and in the middle of the bed,” Eddie instructed, shoving his shorts and underwear down. Buck was quick to follow his instructions, lying in the middle of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. Eddie straddled him again, tugging Buck so they were both sitting up, chest to chest, and Eddie could wrap his legs around Buck’s body. “Prop your legs up.”

Buck did as he was told, bending his knees and laying his feet flat on the mattress, giving Eddie something to lean against. “Baby,” Eddie said softly, rolling his hips down into Buck’s, their cocks sliding together messily. “You are mine. And you are so good for me, why would I ever look anywhere but right here?” Buck gasped as Eddie leaned forward, his cock pressing into Buck’s stomach.

“Daddy,” Buck whined a little. His cock was caught between them, pinching just a little. Eddie cooed and pressed a kiss to Buck’s birthmark as he reached behind himself and under them both, adjusted Buck’s dick until it was nestled between Eddie’s cheeks.

“Better?” Eddie asked, and Buck could only nod as Eddie began to rub against him. It was a sweet torture, Eddie using his abs to get himself off while he was grinding into Eddie’s crack and against his hole. “You’re so good, baby, Daddy’s good boy, yeah? You do everything I tell you, make me feel so good.”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Buck was quick to nod, tucking his head into Eddie’s neck as the head of his cock caught on Eddie’s rim, sinking in for just a flash before Eddie moved up.

“You think anyone could make me feel as good as you? Ana or Marisol or even Tommy?” Eddie’s nails sank into Buck’s shoulders as he sped his hips up, frotting recklessly into Buck’s belly, head of his length sometimes tripping over the folds of his fat. “You think I liked sinking into their pussies? Touching their tits?”

“I-I,” Buck choked and shook his head. “D-don’t know.” Eddie laughed breathlessly, dragging one hand up to cup the back of Buck’s head.

“No, baby, I didn’t. I didn’t want them, I was waiting for your cock,” Eddie moaned softly as Buck hitched his hips up a bit. “They were nice and all, soft and wet,” he confessed. “But nothing could ever feel as good as your dick, baby. Fills me up and stretches me perfectly.”

“What about Tommy?” Buck knew he was fishing a little, but he couldn’t help it - he had a praise kink and they both knew it.

“What about him?” Eddie asked, humping his cock into Buck’s abs now, getting closer and closer. “He wouldn’t know what to do with me. He thinks he knows what I need, but he’d rather be the one called Daddy, I bet. But that’s not what I want, what I need.”

“My Daddy,” Buck muttered into his neck, holding him tighter.

“That’s right,” Eddie agreed, and Buck knew he was about to come. “I’m your daddy. And you’re mine.” Buck thrust his hips up, length dragging along Eddie’s hole just as Eddie’s cock was shoved into Buck’s stomach, and then he was coming, spilling between them and making a mess as they continued to move. It only took Buck another moment before he reached his peak as well, painting Eddie’s ass and lower back. They both panted as they came down from their highs, clinging to each other with tight hands and strong arms. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Buck whispered, nuzzling into Eddie’s neck. “M’yours.”

“Yeah, baby, you’re mine,” Eddie agreed, kissing Buck’s forehead. Buck was happy to let Eddie maneuver them into a horizontal position, spreading his legs as he cleaned them up with a baby wipe. “Get some sleep. Got a long day tomorrow.” Buck hummed in agreement and drifted off a few moments later as Eddie tucked himself into Buck’s chest.