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What started as a hungry first-time kiss quickly progressed into something far more desperate and intimate than either of them could have predicted. The well-documented effects of running a nearly $500 tab at the bar with your best friend should have been the first sign of trouble. And maybe it was, but as the bill got higher and the guys got drunker, logic and reason weren’t only pushed aside, but squashed like a bug.
It wasn’t supposed to just be the two of them. Chimney, Hen, Bobby, and Ravi were meant to join them for some drinks, maybe some karaoke; some down time between shifts considering how volatile the station had become under Captain Gerrard’s command. By 9 o’clock, it was Ravi’s turn to cancel on them (something something about potential new tenants and wanting a last-minute tour of an apartment), bringing the total number of people who have bailed to four.
Buck and Eddie were well on their way to being inebriated by Ravi’s apology text and Buck sucked his teeth and threw it in the middle of the table before ordering two more beers between Eddie and him. 9 o’clock turned into 10, and 11 turned into midnight, and by the time 1:30AM hit, they were called a taxi that was homeward bound.
In Buck’s drunken haze, he texted Tommy about a hundred times in an increasingly embarrassing manner.
mis u
im druujk lol
drukn
drink
DRINK
ddrunk omg
I miss youf
just drink 3 shots of tequilo
tequila*
No that’s wrong
WAIT no that was right
eddie says hi
he’s sad bc of christop her
We DRINK
I miss u tomato
LOL i didn’t mean to say that
Tommy
I know ur in vegass
But i wusb u were in MYass
Get it?????????
I miss y
NACHOSSSS oMG
In Buck’s drunken haze, he forgets that his breakup with Tommy was tumultuous and unforgiving, and that he was the one who called it off with him when the man took a pilot job in Las Vegas without asking how Buck would feel about it.
In Buck’s drunken haze, he’s lonely and horny and he isn’t quiet about it.
When they get home, they stagger clumsily up the path to Eddie’s house - his house, too, while Athena and Bobby are in his loft - and nearly fall inside as they trip on the doorframe at the threshold.
They collapse on the couch together, giggling like kids that heard a fart joke, their inhibitions non-existent. Buck’s phone buzzes then and he checks it through near-crossed eyes.
Stop texting me, Buck. You called it off. Have a good night.
Buck scoffs - loudly - and rolls his eyes. Then hiccups, tossing his phone on the coffee table. “Ugh,” he grumbles, slurring.
“What?” Eddie mumbles flatly, draped over his couch sloppily. He is only inches from Buck and his fingers are itching to touch him.
“I’m fucking horny,” Buck groans uncomfortably, adjusting himself. “It’s been weeks since Tommy left and I don’t… I c-can’t solve the problem by myself,” he mutters, hand waving over himself as he explains.
Eddie laughs, then hiccups. “God, Buck,” he snorts. “You need to get laid.”
“I’m trying,” Buck complains with a laugh, repositioning himself on the couch again because he can never sit still. “But I don’t want to go all Buck 1.0 again, y’know?”
Eddie shakes his head as he furrows his brow. “No,” he waves his hand dismissively, “it’s not the same thing. Just don’t lead them on. You’re looking for a one-night stand! And hey! You got options now, what with the liking men thing.”
“That’s all well and good, Eds, but I’m horny now, and I’m not about to ask someone over at 2AM,” Buck chuckles. “Plus, what kind of guest would I be if I did that?” he jokes.
Eddie rolls his eyes hard enough that he’s surprised they don’t fall out of his head. “You haven’t been a guest in this house ever, but okay.”
“You know what I mean,” Buck grins. “I went on this dating app and I didn’t get one match! Not one! Like,” he sits up to lift his shirt to his chin, exposing his chest, “I’m hot, right? You’d fuck me?”
Eddie reddens and fumbles through a laugh. “You’re asking the wrong person, man.”
Buck shakes his head fervently. “No, no, you have to be objective! I’m hot! I should be able to get laid. But no! No one wants to kiss me anymore!”
Eddie sits forward quickly, hands in fists. “Okay! Look, if I kiss you right now, will you shut up?”
They’re drunk, they’re stupid, they’re not being rational. Buck purses his lips. “Don’t do me any favors, Eddie,” he pouts dramatically. “I want you to kiss me because you want to.”
“Christ, Buck,” Eddie sucks his teeth, amused. “I don’t-”
“I know, I know,” Buck concedes, pushing his lower lip out in a pout. “You don’t like men, blah blah blah. You’re ‘straight’.” He puts the last word in air quotes, garnering another eye roll from the man opposite him. “How boring.”
"You were straight like, five minutes ago, man. Chill.”
The two of them laugh loudly for several seconds before Buck shrugs. “I’ve evolved,” he decides. “Equal opportunist.”
“Equal opportunist and still no matches,” Eddie reminds him with a wink.
“EDDIE,” Buck gasps, clutching his imaginary pearls at his chest. “That was fuckin’ rude.”
“Do you want me to kiss you or not?” Eddie prompts impatiently, a wicked grin on his features.
“No,” Buck argues defiantly, “not if you’re just gonna-”
It happens faster than Buck can stop it, though he probably wouldn’t have. Eddie lunges forward, one knee on the couch and his other bracing himself against the couch cushions. His hands cradle Buck’s face and angles it upward to meet his own, and as he presses his lips to Buck’s, something… twitches… in his jeans.
And suddenly he’s thinking with the wrong head.
He pulls away just long enough to get closer to Buck, whose hands run up Eddie’s back desperately, bringing him closer. The further into the couch that they sink, the more his knee starts to protest, so he thinks about it for exactly a nanosecond before he swings his other leg over and straddles Buck in his lap, lowering himself down so they’re pressed against each other.
One of them moans, but fuck if he knows which. Maybe both.
He has the advantage with his position at the moment, which he uses to his advantage. His fingers find Buck’s hair naturally and his tongue urges Buck’s lips to part. They oblige eagerly, letting him inside.
He’s never tasted another man’s tongue. Truth is, it tastes the same. But he knows it’s Buck. He doesn’t expect the man’s hands to slide down to his ass, and he certainly doesn’t expect himself to be receptive. Buck’s right hand reaches up to find Eddie’s hair and tugs on it gently, pulling his head back and to the side, exposing his neck. Eddie’s hands slide down to Buck’s shoulders, his thumbs resting familiarly on the man’s collar bone. As his head eases back, Buck pulls him in and laps his tongue from the collar of his shirt to the base of his chin, a desperate, ravenous action that makes Eddie forget, just for a moment, that this was supposed to just be a kiss.
He knows it was just a kiss to calm Buck down, but boy, has it gotten him riled up. His jeans are far too tight at the moment, and he can feel Buck through his, and it’s eating at him. Why is he so turned on?
Buck draws shapes with his tongue alone Eddie’s throat, but the second he feels the man’s teeth graze his skin, Eddie’s breath hitches and he has to clamor to his feet, pulling away from Buck, breathing labored.
“Uh, E-Eddie, I-” Buck begins just as Eddie holds a hand up to stop him.
“Don’t. Don’t, just…” he turns his head to the side and avoids eye contact. “Follow me.”
He takes off like a bat out of hell to his bedroom, Buck jogging after him in confusion. Eddie’s finger traces his own lips, feeling the distinct absence of Buck’s. As the man runs into the room, he starts to ramble. “Eddie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”
“Buck, stop,” Eddie interrupts seriously. His pants get tighter somehow as his mind is completely flooded with thoughts he can’t come back from. He closes the door behind Buck, as though worried someone might walk into the house and find them. “Get on your knees,” he instructs clearly.
“I- what?” Buck is taken aback, blinking stupidly.
“Get on your knees,” Eddie repeats seriously. He starts to unbuckle his belt while he waits, then the zipper to his pants. “Now.” He doesn’t know why he’s so insistent, nor why Buck listens to him, but listens, he does, and he scrambles to his knees in front of Eddie as if in prayer.
Eddie could laugh. Prayer. Religion. God. He’s about to sign a one-way ticket to hell, but at this very second, he doesn’t fucking care. He lets his jeans drop to his ankles and kicks them off with ease, standing before Buck in nothing but a shirt and his briefs. The shirt is discarded and tossed across the room before he can think twice.
Buck, doe-eyed and turned on, eyes Eddie up and down in a way that makes him self-conscious. “Fuck,” the man murmurs, cocking his head to the side as he sizes up Eddie through the fabric of the underwear.
Eddie steps closer to the man until his cock and Buck’s nose are mere inches away. Buck’s hands find the back of Eddie’s knees and slide up his thighs until they find his ass, and when he gives a light squeeze of his cheeks, Eddie twitches involuntarily, the long-since dormant part of him waking up.
Buck hooks his fingers in the waistband of the briefs, pulling down just enough to slowly, and with painstaking care, reveal Eddie’s stiff cock. He pulls it all the way down and around the appendage tenderly until it is freed from the confines of the elastic-y fabric.
“Shit,” Buck murmurs in surprise, surveying Eddie.
“What?” Now isn’t the time to get self conscious, he thinks to himself. Now isn’t the time to think at all. Just feel.
“It’s nicer than I imagined,” Buck whispers, gawking shamelessly.
“You’ve imagined it?” Eddie jokes, his voice barely audible.
“For years.”
Eddie’s cheeks flush and he feels himself go redder than the engines at the station, but he doesn’t have time to think about it before his nerves are on fire and he’s gasping for air as he stands in his dimly lit bedroom with Buck at his feet. The man’s tongue found the cock’s head before he was aware it was going to happen. It gingerly teases the outermost part of the head, lapping it and making Eddie go rigid.
Buck’s hand wraps around Eddie’s cock and he pulls the skin toward his chest and then back in the opposite direction several times slowly, stroking him expertly while his tongue continues to dance along the bulbous head. He spends more time than necessary sucking the head before he inches closer to Eddie somehow, forcing him to separate his legs some to let him fit between his ankles. He licks his lips as he watches and Eddie just stares down at him, his stomach twisted itself into knots as it demands to come undone.
Buck guides Eddie as deep into the back of his throat as he can manage. It’s not very far at first, maybe half way, but he sucks the man’s cock all the while, forcing it slightly deeper with each bob.
“Jesus fuck,” Eddie curses, overwhelmed from the sensations. Buck’s hands find each of Eddie’s ass cheeks and uses them to support himself as he carefully deepthroats Eddie to the hilt, his balls resting against his chin like a reminder. The sound of Buck gagging on him makes Eddie moan, his eyes drifting closed as Buck begins to fuck his own face with Eddie’s cock feverishly.
The sounds of the garbled saliva and the cock hitting the back of his throat with each thrust echoes around the room and Buck demonstrates his expertise for several minutes before Eddie’s orgasm starts to rear its head out of nowhere and he has to pull away. “Stop,” he tells him. “I don’t want to cum, yet.”
“What, uh, w-what do you want?” Buck murmurs from the floor.
Eddie’s mind goes a hundred thousand places but arrives at the same place: “Bed.”
Buck is quick to oblige, which is arguably just as hot as the blowjob in Eddie’s eyes. He is quick to please and obey. Eddie’s hunger settles in his stomach like a festering disease. He needs Buck right now.
Buck scrambles to climb onto the bed and is on his back just long enough for Eddie to tell him to roll over onto his stomach. Eddie has never done this before, but somehow knows exactly what to do and what he wants.
Buck on his stomach with his ass up is quite a sight to behold, to be sure. “Fucking Christ,” he breathes affectionately. He stands between the man’s legs and squeezes his ass softly, marveling at the sculpt even through the jeans. Then, wordlessly, he starts to strip Buck of all of his clothes starting with his jeans, which look a whole lot better on the floor than they do on the man.
“Take your shirt off,” he spits eagerly, fumbling with his own to launch it at a laundry hamper. Buck pulls his off and hands it over his head to Eddie, who just throws it with the others.
Buck is left in his briefs, too, draped over the bed like a quilt, waiting to be used. Eddie’s hands find Buck’s ass again and spreads the cheeks apart curiously and this time, Buck tenses under his hands before immediately giving in. Eddie pulls the man's underwear down around his legs and ankles, running his hands up and down the man's legs before he pulls the fabric off altogether and drops it to the ground.
Eddie stands as close he can to Buck between his legs, and in fact gets closer, still, as he palms his cock and smacks it playfully on each of the man’s cheeks. He takes the time to rest it between the two cheeks, trailing it up and down Buck’s crack, forcing him to erupt in chills across his body.
“Eddie,” he groans in protest, head buried in the sheets, “If you’re gonna be there, help me finish.”
His grin is sinister, but Eddie obliges. He spits a long, generous strand of saliva between Buck’s cheeks and watches him jolt in surprise as it trickles down them and onto his bed. Eddie gets on his knees behind Buck, admiring the view, then plants a kiss squarely on each cheek before his tongue finds Buck’s eager hole as it contracts, begging to be filled.
“Holy- ah,” Buck hisses. “Eddie, I- fuck,” he mouths.
“Mm,” Eddie hums into his best friend. “You taste good.”
“Fuck.”
“I will.”
It isn’t what he meant but Eddie feels Buck twitch beneath him when he says it. He isn’t quick to stand up, though. He discovers in real time what Buck tastes like and it is intoxicating. He licks him expertly with varying degrees of depth, and the man’s constant, low mewling of pleasure beneath him is making Eddie rise and yearn. The deeper inside Buck he is, the more uneasy he feels as parts of him beg for their turn.
The man is a throbbing mess and he cuts his time short on the ground to lift himself to his feet and crawl up over Buck, hovering over his back as he gets close to his ear. “Stay here,” he tells him, his whispers making Buck’s eyelashes flutter closed involuntarily.
“Mmm,” he murmurs automatically, sunken into his pillows, “‘Kay.”
Eddie separates long enough to dig into the back of a drawer of his dresser, retrieving both condoms and a small bottle of lube he keeps hidden in the recesses of the unit. He returns to his place between Buck’s beautifully sculpted thighs and tears open a condom swiftly, discarding the foil somewhere in the dark. He watches the man breathe rhythmically, his upper back beckoning him and he gets distracted a moment before he continues. Eddie pinches the end of the condom and rolls the length of the rubber down his shaft, then opens the lube to drizzle a small amount between Buck’s cheeks and onto his already wet hole.
The man jerks at the chilly gel but relaxes immediately, a breathy moan escaping his lips. “Mm.”
Eddie uses his thumb to massage the lube into Buck’s reactive hole, pushing inside just a little with each circle to open him up. He gets carried away, though, and slides the entire length of his thumb inside and Buck’s back arches reflexively. “Good boy,” Eddie murmurs affectionately.
Buck’s breath hitches and he sucks his teeth. “Fuck.”
Eddie knows just how much Buck loves praise, and the truth is, he loves giving it to him. He takes his hand back and takes his own cock in it, lining up the head of his pulsing shaft and pressing it curiously against Buck’s ass. The man contracts around Eddie like he’s going to swallow him whole. He slides his cock in while maintaining a slow, steady pace, pushing inside him until he can’t go further.
He pulls out completely and smacks his ass cheek playfully. “Get up,” he instructs him. “Off your stomach and on your knees for me.”
Buck obeys as if it’s the only thing he’s ever done, taking commands from Eddie. He hoists himself up on the bed so that his head is still nestled comfortably in the pillows while his ass is more accessible for Eddie’s hungry cock.
Eddie wastes no time in reburying inside Buck’s hole, this time gaining more ground and getting deeper. “Shit,” he gasps in surprise, taken aback by how good it feels for him.
“I know,” Buck agrees desperately.
He begins to develop a rhythm as he starts to pump in and out of Buck slowly. The concoction of lubrication between them lets Buck take Eddie until he runs out of cock and lets his balls slap against his cheeks, heightening the sensations for both of them.
“Harder,” Buck breathes, clutching the bed sheets around him.
Eddie nearly comes undone at that, but stays strong as he picks up the pace. His hands find Buck’s waist, a part of him that was all too familiar before but now has been given a new sensation. He thrusts into him even quicker now. The sounds of their skin as it hits each other fills the room and is music to Eddie’s ears. He moans hungrily as he sinks into him and doesn’t pull out. The longer he stays still inside Buck, the more both of them grow antsy as their cocks writhe in distress, begging to feel more.
Eddie is rapidly approaching his limit.
The louder Buck gets, and he does, the quicker Eddie builds to his orgasm. As it feels imminent, his breathing becomes labored as his pace stutters. “I’m- I, uh, fuck,” he moans hoarsely.
“What?” Buck murmurs, lost in his own bliss on the bed.
“I’m so close,” Eddie tells him honestly, slowing his rhythm.
“Take it off,” Buck offers seriously, lifting his head just enough to turn it in Eddie’s direction.
“Wait, what?”
“Take it off,” Buck repeats eagerly. “Cum in me.”
Eddie doesn’t give himself too long to think about it before he’s pulling the slick condom off his shaft with an audible smack and tossing it behind him. He then rubs the head of his cock against Buck’s ardent hole as it begs to be taken. In one swift motion, Eddie slides all the way into Buck until he can’t go any deeper. The difference is incredible, and he barely has any time to warn the man beneath him.
“I’m gonna cu- ah.”
Eddie hunches in on himself over Buck as he begins to shoot endless ropes of cum inside the man’s ass, filling him until there’s nothing left. “Fuck,” he chokes. “You feel so good, Buck.”
The man whimpers and shakes as Eddie empties into him every last drop of his seed. “Jesus Christ,” he hisses in awe.
Eddie doesn’t know how much more he has in him as the adrenaline courses through his veins, but Buck hasn’t cum yet, and he deserves to. He spanks his ass playfully as he pulls out of his hole. “Get up,” he instructs.
“I don’t know if I can,” Buck laughs. “My legs feel like jelly.”
“You have to get up. It’s your turn,” Eddie grins wickedly.
“Oh?”
Curiosity gets the best of Buck and he musters up the strength to move from his burrow in the blankets, getting to his knees carefully. He watches Eddie as he settles into the Buck-shaped space in the bed on his back. “Come ‘ere,” he instructs.
Buck gawks Eddie on the bed, admiring the way his cum-covered cock glistens in the low light of the bedroom. The white streaks along the shaft are inviting and he is quick to go. He climbs onto the bed beside Eddie before straddling him just as he straddled him on the couch earlier.
As he sinks down on top of Eddie’s cock, he somehow gets deeper. There’s something about this angle, about the fact that they can look into each other’s eyes as they move in synchronicity, that is much more intimate than anything else they’ve done.
“Oh.” Buck moans, his eyes closing as he feels Eddie’s head tickle his insides.
Eddie echoes the sentiment, his hands reaching for Buck’s thighs to hold him. “Mmm, God.”
Buck instinctively begins to bounce slowly on Eddie’s cock. The overstimulation of it all is enough to make Eddie’s heart race after his own intense orgasm, but he doesn’t care. The hypersensitivity only heightens the experience as he runs the risk of racing to another orgasm before Buck’s even had one.
Luckily, he doesn’t think he has to wait long. While Buck rides and his head is rolled back as he enjoys himself, Eddie wraps a hand around the man’s cock and he audibly exclaims, panting as he’s stroked and tugged.
“Eds, I-” he stutters uselessly, talking at the ceiling. “I’m-”
“I know,” Eddie purrs. “It’s okay.” He uses his thumb to tease Buck’s cock and the man arches his back receptively.
He has to stop bouncing as his legs start to shake in protest, but he is able to sway on Eddie’s shaft gently, building to his orgasm once more as he is cloaked in ecstasy. “I’m so close,” he warns breathlessly.
Eddie keeps tugging on Buck’s cock. “I know. Cum for me, Buck. You can do it. Let go. Let go. Give in.” He reaches up with his other hand to draw his thumb across the man’s bottom lip.
“Oh, God.” Buck’s orgasm comes with a knee-jerk reaction and he doubles over, bracing himself on the mattress on either side of Eddie’s head. Their faces are inches apart and as Buck starts to cum, he shoots threads all over his own chest as well as Eddie’s. Their labored breathing falls into a sort of pattern as they reel, and Buck sinks into Eddie’s chest, his body giving way beneath him.
Eddie’s cock slides out of Buck’s hole as the man rolls onto his side beside him, but as if on the same wavelength, they reach for each other at the exact same time to hungrily kiss the other. Their bodies are pressed together at nearly every available space as they devour each other and their cocks dance against their flesh as they itch to go for round two.
They fall into a comfortable silence as Buck takes a deep breath and rests his forehead against Eddie’s shoulder.
No one says anything for a while as they listen to their heaving chests and heartbeats.
They fall asleep before they can talk about it, before Eddie can point out that Buck can get laid if he tries, and before Buck can point out that he obviously isn’t straight like he thought.
They fall asleep naked, exhausted, and in each other’s arms, woefully unprepared for what the morning will bring: hangovers and hard truths.