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Eddie Diaz wasn’t gay. Not that he had anything against people who were, he didn’t! He had plenty of crushes on girls, and even a wife. He’d made out with them, he understood the appeal of having some girl squirming on his lap while he took off their bra. He liked how their nails felt threaded through his hair. He understood how beautiful those moans were when you went down on a girl.
Eddie just didn’t like hookups, so he didn’t really hookup. He likes girls though, he did. He just didn’t like how he felt after, shallow and empty. Like he’d lost a part of himself in the process. And he didn’t want to date any girls at the moment. He had to focus on Chris. He was still young, he wanted to experience life, fatherhood and friendships to the fullest. He wasn’t ready to settle down again, and he wasn’t ready to fuck every weekend. But he wasn't gay.
Eddie’s best friend, however, started to love hookups again, something about discovering his bisexuality fully as Buck 4.0. So he heard all about them all the fucking time. Which of course he didn't mind, it was always interesting to hear about Buck’s sexcapades, and of course Eddie was a great and supportive best friend. So Sunday evenings, after work and showers and food, the two tend to find themselves lounging in Eddie’s couch watching some documentary of Buck’s current interest with some beers while he yaps all about his last free night adventure.
“No Eddie, you don’t understand, they were so nice!” He's beaming. “They were all big and perky, and they were super sensitive, too!” Eddie simply nods along, a smile pulling at his lips while he sips at his beer, God, he was adorable. “She was super sensitive everywhere, she was moaning and begging me to fuck her immediately.” He pauses briefly while glancing down the hallway to see if Chris has woken up. “Dude, she was so fucking wet. Like dripping. Like a waterfall.”
Eddie rolls his eyes at that, “For you? That's shocking” It’s a sarcastic quip that results in a pillow benign thrown at him. He trains his eyes back to the TV, it’s easier to listen to these stories when he isn’t actively making eye contact with the man he accidentally ended up coparenting his child. “Oh shut up, I’m great at sex and you know it, Buck 1.0.” Answers while straightening himself proudly and taking a sip at his own beer.
He rolls his eyes again. As much as he appreciates Buck, he’s starting to worry this guy genuinely believes he is some type of sex god. “Whatever you say, man.” Another sip of his beer. “Just because you can get them into your bed doesn’t mean you’re good at fucking.”
“Really? Because this girl seemed to think I was amazing. She was begging me to put it in.” God this dickhead, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “ And when I did, fuck Eddie… She was so hot, let me practically fuck her into the matress, kept begging me to go harder.” He licks his lips, “And y’know, I’m gonna do whatever they like, but I’m not used to dirty talk, but the way she was moaning at anything I said, I couldn’t stop speaking just to see her eyes go back!”
“Uh huh, I definitely believe you.” He did, Buck had a nice voice, it was soothing but a little gruff, a little rugged,he’s sure any girl would get wet just listening to him speak.
“Dude! I’m telling you, I could’ve ranted about those bird facts Chris loves so much and I think she would’ve enjoyed it! She was totally getting off on my voice.” Buck was repositioning himself so he was looking directly at him while Eddie didn’t know how he felt about Buck mentioning their weird little family, and especially Chris, while talking about this random girl.
“What on Earth were you even saying?” He huffed out a laugh, Eddie had never been good at dirty talk, he never really knew what to say when he tried it with Shannon, and always ended up making it a bit awkward. ‘Cause, really, what he was supposed to say, you feel good? That felt too… odd.
“‘Oh, you’re so wet for me.’” Buck’s voice had dropped, it was huskier, and a shit ton sexier. “‘You're so fucking tight, feels so fucking good.’ Y’know? Shit like ‘Look at me when I fuck you’”
Oh.
Eddie was getting hard.
From hearing Buck’s bedroom voice.
A flush was rising on his cheeks and he could feel it, his face was hot and had a lump on his throat and he was staring to picture Buck fucking his mistery brunette.
Which… wouldn’t be the first time he thought of Buck fucking some girl. To be honest, whenever he was horny, he’d often find himself imagining the man’s stories. And, oh my God, everything was starting to make sense, in that exact moment, great.
All the interest to his stories, the need for him to be here instead fucking a random woman, or worse, a random man… God, Eddie truly thought he was being homophobic towards his best friend. He’s apparently not, for the record, just incredibly stupid, gay and jealous.
Buck, sweet Buck, apparently oblivious to his inner, and late, realizations, continued.” I was so turned on, kept whispering to her how I wanted to watch her come, wanted to make her come on my cock.”
A shot of arousal to his dick again. He needs to wrap it up before Buck notices and dies out of pure mortification. Because it’s obvious that he won’t feel the same, why would he? He’s a fucked up with so many unresolved traumas, while Buck is literally the sunlight personified. And that’s okay, he can get over his feelings, he will, he just needs Buck to leave his house immediately.
“Told her she was being so good for me, letting me fuck her hard an deep. Fuck Eds, I’m getting hard thinling about it now.” He laughed. Eddie most definitely didn’t. Because he was hard, achingly so. His face was burning up and he was staring directly at the TV avoiding eye contact. This shouldn’t have turned him on this much, but it did, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking how fucking sexy his best friend’s voice is because that is not helping him to calm down, but here they are anyways.
Buck is now staring at him. At the pretty blush resting high on his cheekbones, the flutter of those long dark lashes. Watches as Eddie’s tongue darts out to wet his stupidly pink lips. And don’t get him wrong, even though Eddie’s straight, Buck has eyes and has always known that Eddie is handsome, women fawn over him and are heartbroken when he doesn’t make a move. He has a good bone structure and toned body, any girl would be lucky to have him. To be on top of him.
But right now, all Buck can think is how pretty he is. Pretty like a girl. So pretty. Pretty big brown eyes, pretty dark hair, pretty pink lips. Wet lips. Pretty wet pink lips. Very kissable.
Then he realizes they’ve been silent and that he just had so-not-very-platonic thoughts. Which was okay because Eddie was straight and he is objectively pretty — handsome — and even someone with very platonic feelings towards his very straight friend can admit that.
He makes a sound in his throat and glances away, “Uh, yeah, she was great though. Made her come like four times. Neves had a pussy that wet.” He was desperately trying to ignore his boner and the urge to stare at his younger companion. His voice was strained but he chose to ignore it.
“Yeah, cool, nice man.” Shit, Eddie wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t looking at him. He seemed uncomfortable, was he uncomfortable? Was it because he was getting hard? That was weird, getting hard on your best friend’s couch, it’s kind of awkward.
Buck looked back at the other. He notices how Eddie was shifting uncomfortably. Oh.
Eddie was hard.
That was a realization that felt like a slap on the face.
“Are you hard?” He couldn’t help himself, he isn’t sure why he couldn’t keep his stupid big mouth shut.
“Fuck off.”
Be cool, be normal, because it isn’t normal to be turned on by your straight best friend. He plastered a smirk to his face, “You are, aren’t you?”
Eddie’s head turned in the other direction. “Shut up, just shut up.” He pleads finally, looking at Buck in the eye, “‘S not my fault.”
But the oldest honestly had nothing to say. Just grappling with the fact that whenever Eddie pulled his bottom lip between his teeth he felt a shot of arousal to his groin. That every time that pink tongue darted out he wondered how it would feel on his cock.
Probably because he was horny. That’s why he’s ogling his best friend. “It’s chill.” He finally manages. “She was hot. Just wasn’t expecting you to blush like a girl.” It was meant to be teasing, but he isn’t sure it sounded that way, words heavy on his tongue.
“Fuck off.” He wrapped his arms around himself and pulled his knees closer to his chest.
And, he’s not sure why, but he moved closer, “Don’t ‘fuck off’ me! I’m giving you a compliment.”
“Right.”
Buck smiles as he grabs the brown-haired man, pulling him into a super awkward side hug, considering they’re both still hard. But this was normal for the two! Pulling each other in, cuddling, kisses on the neck. It shouldn’t feel so goddamn awkward.
“I’m being honest! You’re pretty when you blush, just like a girl!” And fuck he shouldn’t have said that because Eddie turned his head away, his blush brightening and spreading to the tips off his ears, his eyes wide and his dick throbbing just a bit. But fuck it if he wasn’t the most pretty thing Buck had ever seen. So he kept pushing. “Your nose is all red, too. You’re seriously just like a girl, all embarrassed and flushed.” He makes a sound somewhat resembling a laugh.
“Shut up.”
Buck couldn’t help but lean in, “Why? You know you’re attractive, why are you embarrassed by it now?” Big strong arms wrapped around the shorter man, “Any girl would be lucky to have you.”
Eddie shot him a look, one he couldn’t understand. He looked confused, like he was trying to gauge the meaning and magnitude of Buck’s playful and most definitely innocent statement.
“You have such pretty eyelashes too, real girly! They’re long and thick, frame those pretty eyes of yours perfectly.” He smiled as Eddie turned and looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion. Fuck, why was his dick hard when he’s holding his best friend. His eyes travel down his friend’s face, “And your cheekbones, all high and defined like a girl.” Eddie licks his lips. “Your lips are nice too, they’re all full and pink. You’re always licking them so they always look shiny, like you’ve just put lip gloss on.”
“What the hell dude.” Eddie whispers. They’ve been inching closer and now they’re just a few breaths apart.
Buck smirks like he always does, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
A beat of silence.
The older man moves his hand to brush Eddie’s cheekbone gently. “Beautiful.”
“Buck, what are-“
Buck pushes forward and kisses him. Not a smash of lips, teeth and tongue, it was so gentle, like he wanted to caress Eddie’s lips with his own. Like all he wanted was to sit and explore those lips. Eddie couldn’t be more in love with him.
When he pulled back, that smirk was right there taunting him. “You kiss like a girl too.” He says in that stupid bedroom voice, but fuck it all to hell, it is doing the absolute most for Eddie. He thinks he might come in his pants like a teenager if Buck calls him pretty one more time.
“I don’t.” He forms, but the words feel weird in his mouth, he feels like he can’t move, can’t breathe, all his being was consumed by the other man.
“What else do you do like a girl?”
“What?”
“Come on, you smell like one. All sweet. Bet you get off like a girl too.”
Eddie should be offended. Should be. But he isn’t, he tries to sound like he is but he isn’t. “What-?”
“Bet you rub your dick like it's your clit, bet you moan all high and pretty. Squirm when you get close.” Buck is staring at him intensely, and he can’t look away.
This is wrong, this is so fucking wrong. “I, uh-” He’s fucking panting, what the hell.
“Bet you play with your nipples, squeeze them while you rub your clit. Bet that’s real pretty.” His voice is dropping and Eddie is frozen in nervousness and arousal.
“Buck.”
“Wanna see it. Wanna see you.” What the fuck am I saying. “Wanna see you touch your clit, wanna watch you get off.”
Eddie doesn’t move, just stares at the challenge in his best friend's eyes. His not-in-love-with-him best friend's eyes.
“What the hell. Buck. Dude.”
“C’mon, please baby, bet you look so pretty when you come. Don’t you want to let me see it?”
“No, Buck, I, what-”
Buck moves, presses right against his ear and sucks on his ear lobe. What the absolute fucking fuck. He wants to shove him away and yell at him. Tell him he took the joke too far and he should go home so he doesn’t risk his heart. He doesn’t. What he does is so much worse.
His eyes roll, his head tilts back, and whimpers. Soft and breathy but it was there. He wanted to curl up and die, this shouldn’t be so hot. But Buck is grabbing him, pressing him in by the small of his back and kissing up and down the column of his neck. Sucking on his collarbone while he manhandles him onto his back.
Buck is hovering above him, erections nearly pressing into one another. “Are you gonna be pretty for me?”
Eddie’s eyes fly open, and he can’t tell if Buck is mocking him for getting off on it, because he shouldn’t be. He’s not a chick. But he knows Buck would never do that, he’s not like that. He’s not.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
It was weird. It was fucking mad. But he moaned anyway, bit his lip and moved his hands above his head. He wanted to be pretty for Buck. He wanted to be good.
“Will you let me play with your clit, baby?” In the back of Buck’s mind he was telling himself it was just two friends helping each other out. Everything the hot dirty talk, the moaning, the sensitivity, it was his fault since the beginning so it was normal for them to do this, even if Eddie is straight. He wondered, though, if Eddie would be sensitive as the last girl.
“Yes.”
Buck quickly got to work taking Eddie’s shirt off, immediately latching onto his right nipple.
Eddie’d never had his nipples stimulated let alone sucked, it was weird, but he kind of liked it. Kind of arched his back into the touch and moaned desperately, hands quickly finding their way to Buck’s curls.
“Oh fuck. Buck, baby.” He gasped
“Do you like that baby? When I suck your tits?” He’s doing that stupid fucking smirk and Eddie wants to punch him and kiss him. He moves to the left nipple as his hand goes to palm his best friend's dick. “Your skin is so soft, just like a girl’s.”
The sound Eddie made was louder, more drawn out. “Please.” He moaned
He heard Buck’s low chuckle, “Sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet. You’re practically dripping. Soaked through your shorts.”
Eddie was mortified. There was a wet patch on his basketball shorts from his dick and he’s barely been touched. Getting off some stupid shit and kissing and nipple sucking and fuck it Buck’s hand felt like heaven.
“Fuck you.”
“Aw, what happened to my sweet girl?” He laughed, pulling Eddie’s shorts and boxers to his thighs. “Oh fuck, baby your clit is so pretty. Prettiest one I’ve ever seen. Knew you were pretty all over. Of course you were, my pretty pretty girl. So pretty. Pretty Eddie.” He rambled as he rushed to grab his own cock out of his shorts and wrap his big hand around both their erections.
“Evan.”
Evan. Eddie never called him Evan, just like how he never called Eddie, Edmundo. And for some odd inexplicable reason, it made him that much hotter. It felt forbidden, hearing his name tumble from his lips, dripping with filth, practically moaned out. He liked it, he craved it, he wasn’t sure if he was okay knowing he’d never hear it said with such sin again.
“Gonna rub my dick on your clit, okay? Just, just, just wanna, fuck, wanna rub my dick on you. That okay baby?” Eddie nods, afraid to speak because he knows all that will escape his lips are moans. “Fuck Eds, prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Feels so good, feels so good like this. You’re so hard and wet, so fucking wet. How’d you even do that baby? Are you always this wet or am I special?” Buck can’t keep his stupid mouth shut and he’s starting to worry.
“‘S good, ‘s so good, so wet, so so wet.” He mumbles, eyes half lidded as Buck moves their bodies against each other, grinding and groping.
Buck wants to hear his name tumble from those gorgeous lips, needs it like a drug. “You have the tiniest fucking waist.” He grabs that waist and grinds furiously. “Wanna shove my dick in your mouth, bet you’d like that huh? Perfect fucking lips made for cock sucking. Bet you’d be a slut for it.”
“Please.” He gasps, hands flying to claw at Buck’s back. “Shut up. Shut up.”
“You love it, don’t you? When I tell you how pretty you are? How you’d make such a good girl? Bet you’d have the most perfect pussy. Gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy? Want it baby, need it. Fuck.” He’s getting obnoxiously close and he needs to hear his name from those sinful lips again. “C’mon princess, know you want it. Bet you’d look so pretty stuffed full with my come.”
“Fuck, Evan, shit.” He’s gasping and surely drawing blood from his friend’s poor back (friend?) as he feels white hot pleasure course through his blood, his eyes shut and his mouth drops open and he feels like he can’t move and yet can’t stop moving. It’s so intense, like being hit by a truck.
And holy shit, Eddie is more beautiful than any girl when he comes. More erotic and sexy and perfect and Buck can’t help but get down and lick Eddie’s stomach. “Can my princess handle a second? Please, please, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
No. No he most definitely couldn’t. But his body betrayed him and he was nodding.“Yes, yes, please.”
“Good girl, such a good girl for me. How do you want it? Want me to fuck you?” God he hoped so. “Want me to grind my dick on you pretty clit again? Want me to fuck your thighs? Come all over your face? Come on baby, tell me what you need.” He was rubbing his hands all over Eddie’s body, twisting, and pinching, and groping.
Eddie’s mouth dropped and he released a breathy moan, eyes half lidded as he attempted to form words and failed. It’s hard to speak when someone is pinching your nipple and rubbing your abs.
“Gonna fuck you, that okay? Gonna let me fuck my pretty princess?” Eddie nods, he’s never touched his ass but he imagines it feels good. Buck seems to think it’ll feel good so it must be true, right? “Yeah? You want me to fuck your pussy? Bet it's so wet for me already. You’re probably dripping.” He whispers, getting up and running to the bedroom for the second drawer in Eddie’s nightstand where he knows the lube is, don’t ask why or how he knows, he just knows.
“Buc-” He gasps when Buck licks his neck and sucks on his earlobe. He’s breathing so heavily into his ear and it's making his dick hard again. He’s dripping precum onto his stomach and he’s definitely not embarrassed by how turned on he is.
Buck moans. Fucking moans right in his ear. “Oh baby, can’t wait to fill you with my cock. You’ll love it, you’re practically made for it.”
Eddie distantly recognizes the sound of a lube cap opening up before feeling a cold sensation against his hole. He gasps, the feeling is unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable and he’s not sure if they should be doing this. They have work in the morning. And also they have three coworkers that don’t know what privacy means.
But it felt so good to have Buck on top of him whispering filth into his ear. Buck made him feel so good, touched him everywhere he needed to be touched.
“You’re so wet, look at you, you’ve already got a puddle on your stomach.” Pretty. Buck leans down and licks it up, mouths at the edges of his thighs, moans as he does so. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever had. Don’t want anyone else, you’re mine, understand?”
Eddie shakes his head in agreement, even if he knows deep down it's just dirty talk. He wishes it wasn’t but he wipes that thought fast enough from his mind. He would take what Buck gives him, nothing more.
He feels a finger enter him, slowly moving inside awkwardly. Eddie isn’t loving the feeling of a finger, but Buck looks so pleased, so happy to be making him feel good. Suddenly he sees sparks, oh. That must be his prostate. He gets it now.
Buck smirks, the cocky bastard, “Did I find your g-spot baby? Was that it? Should I touch it again?”
“Please!” He whines loudly, Eddie wants that feeling again, craves it in a way. Craves that satisfied cocky face Buck makes.
“Yeah, are you going to beg for it princess?” He starts moving the finger faster, in and out properly fucking him.
Eddie whimpers out a quiet yes and Buck feels his dick throb. It’s better than any of his fantasies and he’s a little pissed off he might not ever get this again. But that’s something he can dwell on later.
After a few moments of fucking Eddie open, he adds a second finger, which seems to really get Eddie going. He’s trying to fuck himself back onto Buck’s hand, whining for more, asking for it harder. “You’re just like a girl, Eds. Just like a girl, all desperate and wet from just some fingers. Imagine how good my cock will feel, imagine how full you’ll be.”
“‘S so good.” He’s moaning, and his mouth looks so pretty. Those pretty pink, full, kissable lips, slick with spit. He’s been biting them so they’re extra red, Buck wants to shove his tongue down his throat, but he’s a little preoccupied.
He starts imagining those pretty lips around his dick, sucking on him like that’s all he’s good for. Buck likes that image. A lot. So he takes his left hand and shoves two fingers into Eddie’s open mouth. And much to his excitement, Eddie starts sucking immediately.
“You’re so obedient, baby, do anything I tell you, huh? Look so pretty with your mouth full, prettiest goddamn mouth. Want to fuck your face, will you let me? Next time, will you let me fuck your pretty face?”
Eddie can’t speak, dizzy with the thought of a next time, so he nods quickly, hands grabbing Buck’s wrist and digging his nails in. Adds a third finger and Eddie can really feel the stretch, his face contorting in pain.
“Oh, sweet thing, does it hurt? It’s big isn’t it? So full, aren’t you? Yeah?” Buck’s giving him a mocking look, and something about it makes his dick drip. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll be so gentle. Only the best for my sweet girl, isn’t that right?”
Eddie nods, soaking in the mocking praise, relishing in it. Something about it feels so good, makes his face flush and his eyes roll back.
After a few moments of slow, teasing thrusts, Buck starts to speed up and Eddie starts to adjust to the pain. “Feels good, doesn’t it sweetheart? Having something inside of that pretty pussy. So pretty, so fucking pretty everywhere.” He’s mouthing at his stomach, tongue sliding across his abs.
He’s so turned on he thinks his brain is going to melt out of his ears. And the fact that Buck is so keen on making him feel good, touching him all over and leaving his mark, makes him so close to the edge.
“Is my princess close? Are you going to come again?” He’s mocking him again and he feels his chest tighten and burn. He shakes his head yes, diligently sucking on the fingers in his mouth. He’s found he likes having something in his mouth while being fucked open.
Buck’s movements completely halt and he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. “Oh no sweetie, you need to save it. You’re coming on my cock.” Eddie whines and Buck moves to shove his tongue into his mouth, hands exploring his chest.
Eddie can taste himself on Buck’s tongue and it shouldn’t be so damn erotic but it is. It is. He wants Buck’s mouth to always taste like him.
His hand starts moving again, this time making a stretching motion, “Do you think you're ready for my dick, princess?” Nod. “Are you sure, I’m pretty big.” Cocky bastard.
He pulls his fingers out and lines himself up, but he hesitates. “Is this okay? Can I?” He looks a little nervous and something about it feels intimate, more intimate than that filthy kiss.
Eddie gives him a small smile reassuring, “Yeah, Buck, it’s more than okay.”
Buck begins moving his hips forward and starts to push in. Eddie groans, half pleasure half pain as he feels like he’s splitting open on Buck’s cock. Buck lets out a long and low ‘fuck’ roughly into his ear.
He’s holding Buck close, wrapping his arms around his waist as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. He’s panting, trying to restrain himself, but his jaw is dropped and his eyes are unfocused.
“Don’t move.” He says it so seriously that Buck's eyes snap up with more focus than before.
“Does it hurt?” He sounds worried, his brows tilting up as he looks at his friend with those big, soft blue eyes.
He gives him a tight smile, “Yeah, a bit. You’re big.” He laughs a little as Buck clearly takes the compliment.
“I’m so sorry, is it too big for you?” He’s a little shithead. “Seriously though, should I pull out?”
“No, no I’m good. Just need a few.” Eddie closes his eyes. He needs to remind himself that although this was all passion and lust, Buck genuinely cares, and doesn't want to hurt him even if he doesn’t feel the same. He’s checking in on him and it’s making his chest hurt and he’s praying to God that it’s not obvious how much he’s in love. “Keep talking.”
“Why?” Buck quirks his head like he’s a dog, it’s the cutest fucking thing on planet.
“It helps.”
The smirk is back. “Yeah? You like when I talk dirty to you?” It is amazing how deep his voice can get and how erotic it can sound. “You like when I tell you how slutty you are? Such a slutty girl, practically begged to be fucked on my cock.”
“Move.” He hisses.
Buck slowly pulls out, gentle and kind, before he slams back in, perfectly hitting Eddie’s prostate. He whines. Whines.
“Was that your g-spot baby?” Thrust. “Should I hit it again?” Thrust. “Do you need more?” Thrust. “Want me to fuck you faster?” Thrust. “C’mon sweetheart, I need you to speak up.” Thrust.
“Cariño.”He mewles, “Faster.” Tears are collecting at the corners of his eyes as he sees stars. Buck starts jackhammering inside of him, hitting his g spot —his prostate— dead on. It’s so hard and fast that Eddie feels like he’s spinning.
“Knew you’d be able to take it. Fucking made for my cock.” He’s huffing between each thrust. “So fucking tight, tightest- tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Loved rubbing on your clit, love fucking your pussy.”
Eddie is agreeing with everything he’s saying. It’s so hot when it’s Buck saying it.
He wants to hear his name spin from those sinful pretty lips. “You’re dripping. Just like a fucking girl. Do you like having my cock in your pussy?” He agrees, he does. “Say it.”
“Wha-?”
“Say it. Say you like having my cock in your pussy.” When Buck doesn’t respond he fucks him harder, “C’mon say it, love.”
“I love having your cock in my pussy, it feels so good, I need it. I need it Evan.”
Yes. Yes. Buck is freely moaning, God, he truly is the best he’s ever had. “Love your pussy baby. Sweetest pussy. So fucking wet. So wet, all for me. All mine. It’s mine, I own your pussy.”
“Yes, yes you own it, ‘s yours.” His hands have found their way to Buck’s back, clawing at him desperately. “‘M so close, please.”
“I love it, love it so much baby. You’re so hot, so fucking hot around me, I love you.”
Eddie comes untouched, white ropes splashing his stomach and painting him white. It’s intense, more intense than last time, he feels it throughout his whole body, he trembles as his vision whites out. It comes and it comes and it feels like it’ll never stop. Distantly, he notices that Buck has come too, is filling him up, making sure he’s nice and full. That’s a nice thought.
When it finally ends, he can’t move. Can barely open his eyes or register his surroundings. He’s in heaven. Buck collapsed on top of him, panting like a dog.
“Good?” He whispers, unmoving. Eddie can’t even form a response, his mind is buzzing with pleasure. After a moment,
“I’ll clean us up.”
Buck gets off of him and he hears himself whine, he liked the pressure and the warmth. He thinks Buck says he’ll be back soon but he isn’t quite sure. He’s sprawled out on his very uncomfortable couch, eyes still closed and covered in come.
There’s some leaking out of him. Hm. That is an odd feeling and he isn't sure if he likes it or not. But it’s Buck’s so he knows he’s gonna become obsessed with it.
Then there’s a warm towel on his stomach, gently rubbing away the come, wiping his sweaty face. Someone’s helping him sit up and cleaning the come out of his pussy- hole (he is not about to start thinking of it that way, definitely not).
“Open your mouth.” A cold glass is being pressed to his lips and he’s slowly drinking cold water. It feels good in his dry throat, relaxing and grounding. “Do you want to take a bath?” No, he doesn’t want that. He wants to curl up with his best friend and sleep until noon.
“Okay, we can do that.” Oh, he must have said it out loud.
He’s being carried in someone's arms to his own bed, his head laying gently on their chest, a hand curling in his hair as his side presses against a firmer one. He feels safe, loved, cared for. He feels home. He’ll think about how that’s another sign Buck loves him later, for now, he wants to sleep.
He feels sleep calling him, and he’s ready to be taken.
But his eyes shoot open and he turns to Buck who is smiling at himself like a dork.
“You love me?”
“Yes?” He answers, his voice trembling and looking like a deer in the headlights. “B-but you don’t have to love me back! We can always go back to being normal, our normal. Please, ignore I said it”.
But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He can’t go back, at least Eddie can’t. Not when the love of his life just told him what he wanted to hear. “You’re so stupid,” He says with so much adoration in his voice that makes Buck look at him. “I love you too, Buck. You’re the love of my life, cariño.”
“W-what? N-no, you can’t be in love with me. You’re straight… and a renter.”
“What?-” Eddie sits down to look at him with utter confusion. “Buck, if I was straight and not in love with you I wouldn’t have been with you tonight. I don’t do casual, you know I don’t do casual.” Buck still looks at him like he was unconvinced so he pecks his lips and whispers. “I have no idea why being a renter has to do with anything, but for the record I’m pretty sure I’m gay and hundred percent sure I’m in love with you, Buck, so stop thinking about it and let’s sleep it’s late and we have to wake up tomorrow early. We have work and Chris, school.”
That makes Buck get out of his stupor and make the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “I love you so much, too.” He says while kissing his whole face and laying down again. It didn’t take them long until they were both drifting away. Well, that was it until Buck suddenly sits down again taking Eddie with him and says: “Oh my God, Chris. What are we gonna do if we woke him up? I can’t traumatize him this way.”
The laughter he let out probably woke him up before all their previous activities. “I’m sure he didn’t notice a thing.”