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It’s a hot summer night and Eddie finds himself standing outside a place he normally does not frequent - a club . But they needed a night out and it was the perfect opportunity to hit the new club Buck had been talking about all week - because apparently they have the world’s best cocktails with names so weird Eddie didn’t even try to pronounce - and he can’t say no to Buck. He’s tried. And failed. Failed miserably .

There's a huge line of people by his left, but his friends are nowhere in sight. Eddie texts the group chat frantically, asking where everyone is and making sure he has the right address. But before someone can reply, an arm is being wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him against a hard, warm chest. 

“There you are,” Buck says, squeezing his shoulder before letting him go. Eddie mourns the loss of Buck’s warmth immediately. He likes being pressed against Buck - legs intertwined while sitting across from him on the way to a call or pressed from shoulder-to-shoulder and thigh-to-thigh while sitting next to each other. If Eddie stands as close as possible to him, so some part of his body is always pressed against Buck, well, that’s only between him and a God he stopped believing in a long time ago. 

Eddie smiles up at him, hand rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly. “Are you sure we’re supposed to be here?” He looks warily to the people still in line, most of them - if not all - are young, with dyed hair, piercings, clothes too tight or not enough clothes; definitely not their usual scene at all. 

“Come on, Eddie. It’s time for you to come out of your shell,” Eddie squints at him, a frown on his face. “Live a little, man!” 

Eddie has no time to reply, Buck is already pushing him forward. The host lets them in immediately, he barely glances at them, actually, and he just lets himself be guided inside. 

Hen and Karen are waiting for them on a table near the back, whispering and laughing between them. For the looks of the four empty glasses on the table, Eddie guesses they’re pretty much drunk. His suspicion is confirmed when, after they make their way across sweating bodies on the dance floor, Hen’s glazed eyes snap up to him while Karen’s lopsided smile falters as a hiccup slips past her lips. 

“Jesus Christ, guys. We’ve barely been here an hour.” Ravi shows up out of nowhere, three drinks in hand. Behind him, Eddie can see Josh carrying a tray of shots. 

“Those don't look good.” Eddie hears himself say, eyes fixed on the glasses being lined up on the table. The liquid is a mix of greens and browns that don’t look visually appealing at all. 

“Oh but they are !” Josh places one of them in his hand, wiking before going back to hand them over the rest. “Didn’t know if you’d come.” He says casually. And, if Eddie’s being honest, he didn’t know either. He wasn’t sure if coming was a good idea, he’s not the most fun person in the world, doesn’t even remember the last time he was in a club. But just one look at Buck standing by his side, mischief dancing in his eyes as he talks animatedly with Ravi - Eddie remembers the smile he gave him over facetime, when Eddie was struggling to find an outfit, he felt the warmth of his bright smile dancing across his face, even from a distance - he knows it’s worth it. He can spare a night - hell, he can spare all of his nights for Buck if it means being at the receiving end of his happiness. 

“And let you have all the fun?” He doesn’t wait for his friends, Eddie just throws his head back and finishes his shot in a single gulp. His throat burns but it’s a nice kind of burn, it tastes like cranberry and tequila and something else he doesn’t recognize; Eddie immediately likes it. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Buck’s hand finds its usual place between his neck and collarbone, squeezing lightly to draw his attention. The lights are low, but his smile lights up the whole place. God , he likes that smile so much. “Here, have mine. You need to catch up.”

And boy does he catch up.

Eddie feels dizzy - two shots and two and a half cocktails (very strong ones!) will do that to you, clearly - but he also feels happy, even if he can barely keep up with the conversation and has to lean close to listen. All his friends have been on the dance floor, except for him, too shy and self conscious to follow them. Hen and Buck have just arrived at their table after taking over the dance floor for three whole songs; Hen wraps her arms around her wife’s shoulders and takes a big gulp of her cocktail. Buck, on the other hand, plops down beside Eddie, with a sloppy smile and little beads of sweat on his forehead. Thoughts of leaning in and licking it off flood Eddie’s mind.

Eddie’s body is buzzing with energy, a pleasant tingling sensation that intensifies everything around him - sound, taste, smell. It makes him get up abruptly from the booth. 

“I’m gonna go dancing.” He announces, eyes fixed on the dance floor. 

Eddie makes his way through drunk and sweaty people until he’s in the middle of the dance floor, a song he doesn’t recognize playing through the speakers, too loud to hear his own thoughts. 

And Eddie just lets himself… feel .

He lets his mind go blank, forgetting everything that’s happened in the last couple of months. He doesn’t need to think of all the different ways he’s fucked up his own life - not tonight at least. Eddie came here to have fun. He is going to have fun. 

So, Eddie closes his eyes and tries to move his body to the music. There are shoulders and elbows pushing him around but he doesn’t care as long as he keeps feeling this freeing feeling, like a weight lifted, thrumming through his veins. Something he hasn’t felt since he was eighteen years old. 

The thing is, Eddie used to love dancing. He used to sneak out of his house in the middle of the night to go to a party down the street. Eddie used to spend the whole night dancing with whoever wanted to dance with him; it was fun, it was easy, it made him happy . But then, Shannon is standing in front of him, the words ‘I’m pregnant’ hanging heavy between them, and Eddie forgets all about dancing and having fun - providing for his family the only thing in mind. 

Eddie hasn’t danced since he was eighteen years old. But that doesn’t stop him, he doesn’t care if his ‘moves’ are totally outdated - Eddie just dances. He throws his arms above his head and slowly lets them fall to his shoulders, brushes his neck and face with the back of his hands and sways his hips in a specific way that used to have people offering drinks and complimenting him. 

Eddie wants to give a show, he wants attention. 

Once the second song starts, Eddie has successfully drawn attention to himself. 

He makes eye contact with a guy leaning against the far wall of the club, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Eddie makes sure to roll his hips more slowly - more sensually. And that’s enough to have the man taking long strides in his direction. 

The stranger takes hold of his hips, fingers digging into his skin through the shirt he’s wearing, and pulls him flush against his chest. Eddie arches his back instinctively and throws one arm back, bending it until he’s touching the stranger’s nape. He tilts his head sideways at the same time the man lines his crotch with Eddie’s ass, and he has to bite his bottom lip to stop the whimper threatening to escape his throat. 

Eddie opens his eyes, a sloppy grin stretching across his face that disappears the moment he makes eye contact with Buck a couple of meters away. Eddie’s breath hitches, a blush spreading over his cheeks, and forces himself to look away.

Buck doesn’t know how long he sits there just staring at the way Eddie’s hips sway to the music. There’s a pressure in his chest making it hard to breathe as he watches the man grinding against Eddie, a thousand different scenarios about what he could do to that man swirling in his head. But he snaps out of it the moment the stranger’s fingers dip under his best friend’s shirt. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing,” Buck says through gritted teeth, clenching his fists under the table. “He’s too drunk.” 

He doesn’t know who he’s saying those words to. Maybe he wishes they could travel all the way to the dance floor and Eddie hears them, maybe Buck just needs to get it out of his chest. 

“Eddie’s a grown man, Buck.” Hen places a hand on his forearm. She’s looking at him with a weird expression on her face that Buck has seen countless times before, but he doesn’t have time or energy to figure out what it means. 

Buck has slowly been losing his mind ever since Eddie came out two months ago. It was kind of a shock for him at first, he never really thought of the possibility of Eddie being gay before. He wished - but wishing for something and it being real are two completely different things, so Buck always stopped himself when the fantasies crossed the lines of too real . But now it is real, way too real, and his poor bisexual-and-pretty-much-in-love-with-eddie heart can’t take it. 

“He’s not that drunk,” Ravi chimes in, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “Besides, you haven’t stopped looking at him since he got up from the table, so at least if something happens you have his back .” 

Buck’s laugh is replaced with a gasp when he sees The Stranger lean his head and lick a stripe on the side of Eddie’s neck. He says something in his ear that has Eddie taking one of his hands to guide him through the crowd until Buck loses sight of them. Buck doesn’t need to be an expert to know where they went. 

He gets up from the booth without a second thought. “I’m gonna - ” Buck rushes out of there, pushing whoever gets in his way, adrenaline coursing through his veins, tick and oppressive.

Buck comes to halt once he reaches the bathroom door. It is one of those bathrooms that has no stalls, just one simply very tiny bathroom in a club, and Buck suddenly feels nervous. If he opens the door - if by some miracle it’s unlocked - and finds them making out, or something worse that he tries very hard not to think about - Buck’s not sure he’s ever going to be the same again. 

He takes a deep breath before gripping the door handle, turning it to the right and pushing the door open. It opens.

Buck catches the moment Eddie pushes the man off of him while sitting on the bathroom counter. The next thing he notices is the spit dripping down his best friend’s chin and the first three buttons of his shirt undone - the shirt he helped him pick out - and Buck loses it .

“Oh, man, sorry!” He takes a step forward with an apologetic look on his face. But Eddie sees right through him, and honestly Buck couldn’t care less. 

“Dude, we’re in the middle of something,” The Stranger says, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Can’t you use the women’s bathroom?”

Buck puts his acting skills into action. He crosses his legs and moves from side to side, face contorting in a grimace. “I’m sorry, man. I really need to use the bathroom. Can’t you wait outside? It’ll only take me a few minutes.”

Eddie lets out a low chuckle. “It’s okay,” But he’s not talking to Buck, his eyes are fixed on the man in front of him. “Wait outside, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Buck really doesn’t understand why this man is still standing there, looking between him and Eddie as if he’s in the middle of a tennis match. 

He finally detaches from the wall, “I’ll be waiting outside.” Is what he says before passing Buck, who moves aside to leave him space. Buck turns around and closes the door behind him, making sure it’s locked this time. 

And suddenly, Buck wants to be anywhere but in this tiny bathroom with Eddie, who hasn’t moved from his spot on the bathroom counter. 

“Well?” Eddie finally says, looking at his feet. 

And, well, Buck should definitely think before speaking. He’s working on it, he swears .

“What the fuck are you doing? We came here with our friends.” 

That strikes him because Eddie glances up immediately, brown eyes boring into Buck. “Wha - I know . I just wanted - ”

“To have sex with a fucking stranger in a dirty bathroom?” Buck says, words dripping with bitterness, cutting deep into Eddie.

“Jesus, Buck. What is your problem?” 

Eddie finally steps down from the counter, there’s a crease between his eyebrows that Buck wants to make disappear with the pad of his fingers.

“You’re not like this!” It comes louder than intended. 

“Well, maybe this is the new me!”

No , Buck thinks, you’re not like this . This is not the Eddie Diaz he met years ago, the Eddie he hated - until he realized how much he wanted to pin him against a wall and feast on him, until he saw how good of a father he is, until he learnt about all the stuff he went through to be where he is right now, even if a lot of that stuff have been bad decisions made with the best of intentions. No, this is not the Eddie he fell in love with. This is an entirely different person, and that angers him.

“Do you really wanna be this kind of person?” It’s softer this time. He forces to take a step forward, closer to him - he needs to be closer.

“What? Like Buck 1.0?” Eddie says it with a bitter laugh, it’s supposed to sting but Buck has had a lot of therapy, so it does not achieve its purpose. 

Buck’s voice is barely above a whisper. “You don’t want to be like him.”

“What do you want me to do, Buck? I’m - I haven’t done anything in so long and I just - I feel like I might go insane if I don’t do something about it.”

“I’m not saying you can’t do something about it, Eds.” He rushes to say, not thinking about what’s coming out of his mouth next. “Just don’t do it with a stranger.”

A beat. 

“With who, then?”

Buck doesn’t answer. Not verbally, at least. 

Everything happens so quickly that he doesn’t realize he’s kissing Eddie until the other man tangles his fingers in the soft curls at his nape. The press of Eddie’s lips against his own is something he’d dreamed and dreamed and dreamed about for years, but nothing about those dreams comes close to reality - the way Eddie licks into his mouth and pulls him closer with a hand on his waist, moaning softly into his mouth when his hips make contact with Buck’s, it has him reeling, desperate to feel more .

There’s a voice in the back of his head echoing how bad of an idea this is, but Buck silences it by grabbing Eddie’s hips and hoisting him up to place him on the counter again, Eddie makes space for Buck between his legs in a heartbeat. 

How is Buck going to be able to keep his hands to himself after this? He knows what those cocktails they’ve been sharing all night taste like in Eddie’s mouth now, he knows that Eddie makes a little noise in the back of his throat every time Buck brushes his fingers over his nipples, he knows how soft and easy kissing Eddie is and he wants to keep doing it over and over again until his last breath, and even then he would find a way to keep doing it in the afterlife too. 

Buck pulls away, enough to look Eddie in the eyes and make sure everything is okay, that he’s not taking advantage of his best friend and they’re actually on the same page. Eddie pants heavily into Buck’s mouth, and then they’re kissing again. They’re hungry for each other and it shows in the bruising way they kiss. It’s needy and messy and too many teeth but then not enough. It makes Buck head spin as he takes, takes, takes .

The kiss grows even more heated, and Buck gets lost in the feel of Eddie’s hands gripping his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Buck isn’t thinking, he just feels. And kissing Eddie feels so damn good, he never wants to stop. 

Buck tilts Eddie’s head back with a hand on his jaw while the other works the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He begins placing wet kisses along his throat, licking a stripe in the same place he saw The Stranger do before, but this time his teeth join in to bite deep enough to hear the groan of pain, only then he lets go to kiss and suck along his neck - to decorate with hickeys that Eddie’s going to have a hard time trying to cover up.

“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, tilting his head to the side to give him more room to suck on his neck. “Buck, what about - what about Tommy?”

“Mmh?” That’s the only thing coming out of Buck, who doesn’t stop his onslaught on his best friend’s neck. 

“ Your boyfriend. ” Eddie says it with more conviction, even if the last thing he wants to think about right now is Tommy Kinard. 

Buck pulls away, enough to look into Eddie’s eyes - pupils too wide and dark that send a thrill though his body, an exquisite kind of warmth engulfing him completely. 

“Who?” Buck genuinely asks, not having heard the question, and it makes Eddie snort.

“You have a boyfriend,” He states, jaw clenching under Buck’s touch.

Boyfriend. He has a boyfriend. Tommy . Buck wants to laugh because of how ridiculous this all is - he’s in a dirty bathroom between his best friend’s legs, hickeys plastered around said best friend neck a collarbone while he’s very obviously hard in his pants, and he did not stop to think about his boyfriend , not even for a minute. 

But what’s the point of thinking of someone who doesn’t care about you? Someone who didn’t even have the decency to give a reason as to why he didn’t want to join him tonight or any of the other dozen nights he’s tried to make him go out - go on a date ? Someone who doesn’t care as long as it doesn’t concern him? 

It took Buck a while to realize he’s never been that important to Tommy. It always has been when Tommy wants: when Tommy wants to go out, when Tommy wants to text him, when Tommy wants to have sex - and even then it is always about his pleasure. Tommy kisses him and manhandles him just how he likes, and Buck is unable to do anything but take it bent over the kitchen counter, on his hands and knees on the bed; in any position he wants him. And after he’s done with him and Buck has a hand around his cock trying to find his own release - his boyfriend rolling off of him and almost immediately falling asleep - he can’t shake off the feeling of not enough and emptiness inside him.

So, what’s the point of thinking about someone who doesn’t care? 

“Not important,” Buck simply says, voice coming out rough. He pushes at Eddie’s chest, making him lean against the mirror behind him. 

“Not important?” He repeats, incredulous. “I don’t want you to - ”

Buck smiles, spreading Eddie’s legs just a little more, so he can lean over him. “You’re not making me do anything,” He brushes the pad of his fingers over Eddie’s nipples, making him whine into the hot air. “I want to do this. Let’s not think about anything else, okay?”

He doesn’t give Eddie the chance to reply, Buck just dives in .

In a couple of minutes, Eddie’s chest is adorned with hickeys that are going to last enough days for him to remember this night every time he looks in the mirror or has to change his clothes. The mere thought of Eddie changing in the locker room where everyone could see the marks has him rutting against his best friend’s leg like a dog.

“You look so hot laid out for me.” Buck confesses, trailing a hand down Eddie’s chest, stomach, and stopping right over the waistband of his jeans. 

Buck catches Eddie’s eyes, holding eye contact as he grasps Eddie’s cock through his pants. The way his mouth hangs open in a moan steals Buck’s breath away. 

“Want you,” Eddie’s hips jerk up, searching for a friction that doesn’t come. “ Please .”

“ What do you want? You need to use your words, Eddie.” Buck squeezes him lightly, giving him something but not what he really wants, which makes Eddie whine. “Be a big boy and use your words.”

Eddie gives him a ‘I’d kill you if you weren’t touching my dick’ look before opening his mouth and begging. “Please. Can I - I need your mouth, please .”

Buck quirks an eyebrow and brings his left hand to Eddie’s mouth while the other works on pulling the zipper down, and he opens immediately, welcoming two of Buck’s fingers with a groan. Eddie makes a show of sucking on his fingers, taking them as far as he can into the warmth space of his mouth, tongue lapping between them. The look on Eddie’s face is one of innocence that has Buck weak in the knees, forgetting all about pulling his pants down for a second. 

“ Eddie ,” Buck moans when he takes it too far in his mouth and gags around them. He doesn’t stop, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on him as he bobs his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks as if he were sucking on a cock - his cock. 

Buck forces himself to pull his fingers out of Eddie’s mouth if he wants to make something about the hardness between his legs. 

“You’ll have time to do that later.” Buck slides Eddie’s pants along with his boxers down his legs, letting them pool by his ankles. He licks his lips, staring at the red tip of his best friend’s cock. His best friend . 

“You okay?” Eddie pulls him out of his thoughts by placing a hand on his cheek, it’s a sweet gesture that has his heart hammering against the inside of his ribs. Buck tilts his head to place a kiss on the palm of his hand before pulling away. 

“Never better.” He smiles up at Eddie, finally getting his hand around him. 

“Fuuuck,” Eddie lets out a guttural groan, hips bucking into his hand as he thumbs over the slit, desperation clear in his voice. Buck can’t believe how responsive Eddie is, sinful groans and moans falling from his lips as he strokes his length. “Buck, please .”

Buck’s eyes darken when he takes in the sight in front of him; Eddie looks absolutely wrecked and they’ve barely done anything. Buck wonders how he’d look spread out on his bed once he’s done worshiping his body just like he’s always wanted, taking his time ripping him piece by piece until he’s ruined for anyone else. That’s what Eddie deserves. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” The pet name has Eddie whining and griping Buck’s shoulders. It’s a new piece of information that Buck stores in a corner of his mind for later. Later - he really, truly fucking hopes there is a later.

Buck strokes are gentle and slow at first, thumb swiping at the head of his cock as precome dribbles from it, spreading it down his length. He wants for Eddie to lose his mind, to give himself into this - into him . Eddie's whole body trembles on a particularly rough stroke, ragged gasps coming out of his mouth. 

Eddie digs his nails into Buck’s shoulders. “Need to feel your mouth on me, please.” 

And Buck is nothing but a man in love. Who is he to deny Eddie? Someone could have a gun pointed at his head and with his last breath Buck would still try to give Eddie anything he asks for. If Buck could, he would lower the moon at his feet, all Eddie needs to do is ask .

“Would you - ” He stops himself, unsure. He wants Eddie coming down his throat, he wants to taste him and feel him pooling inside of him. Buck really wants to walk out of this bathroom knowing that Eddie’s come is deep in his stomach. “Would you come down my throat?” Buck rasps, lowering his head to give Eddie’s cock a kiss, too gentle for what he’s about to do. He looks up at him from beneath his eyelashes to find Eddie nodding desperately.

“Jesus - Yes, yes, Buck.” Eddie pants, bracing himself for the moment. Buck thinks about pulling his phone out from his back pocket and pressing the record button to have something to remember this night by - especially Eddie’s delicious sounds - but that means moving away from Eddie and he really doesn’t want to do it.

It takes Buck just a second before he’s leaning down again, eyes locked on each other as he takes Eddie’s cock in his mouth. He wraps a hand around what doesn’t fit as he starts to suck, groaning because how the hell does it feel so good? Buck has always loved giving pleasure to his partners, he’s sucked a handful of cocks in a past life but nothing ever felt as good as Eddie - big and thick and musky. His jaw stretches wide around his cock as Eddie’s grip tightens in Buck’s shoulders when he starts moving his head up and down with wild abandon. 

Buck’s teary blue eyes are fixed on every expression crossing his best friend’s features, he fights to keep them open; he doesn’t want to miss anything. 

With every bob of his head, Buck takes more of Eddie into his mouth until the mushroom head of his cock is finally hitting the back of his throat. He lets it rest there for a moment, breathing through his nose to ground himself or scent him, Buck doesn’t know. 

Eddie’s hands fly to tangle in Buck’s curls, tightening his grip but trying very hard not to push him down. There’s drool dripping down his chin, it’s sloppy and messy and should be disgusting but Buck finds that he really fucking likes it, so much that he moans around Eddie. His own cock throbbing in his pants, painfully hard and needy, but Buck forgets about it because it’s not important - this is all about Eddie. 

“You look so good - so good with my cock in your mouth.” Eddie’s voice comes out scratchy and Buck swears he could get drunk on it. He keeps letting out these delicious noises that he needs injected into his veins, so Buck does what he knows will make Eddie keep going - he tugs at Eddie's wrist and squeezes. “What? You want me to…” He swallows around Eddie’s cock, nodding. He’d beg him to fuck his mouth but the last thing he wants is to pull off when having Eddie’s cock in his mouth feels so grounding. “Yeah, okay. Okay - I can do that.” It’s cute how flustered he is, the blush on his cheeks traveling all the way down to his chest. Eddie pulls at his hair, pain shooting through Buck’s scalp, it’s good and Buck wants to feel it again, and again, and again. 

From his point of view, down between his legs, Buck can appreciate Eddie’s expressions - his furrowed brows, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. 

“God, you feel so good.” Buck eyelids flutter, Eddie’s praise sending shivers down his spine. “You’re so good at this. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ.” Eddie’s words brush over him, making him feel lightheaded. He also can feel the sticky precome staining the front of his boxers, his hands itching to slip a hand down his pants to relieve himself, but he’s a man on a mission and will not do anything about it, not until Eddie’s coming down his throat.

Eddie tightens his grip on Buck’s curls and starts moving him slowly down his cock, bumping his throat and making him gag on it. More spit dribbles down his chin as Eddie starts fucking his mouth, getting lost beneath the collar of his shirt. 

“You were made to suck my cock,” Curses and praises keep falling from Eddie’s lips, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. His hips buck up into the hot, wet space of his mouth, the hand on the back of Buck’s head keeping him in place. The gagging sounds are filthy; he has to brace himself on Eddie’s thighs to stop his knees from giving up. 

Eddie rolls his head back in pleasure against the mirror, squeezing his eyes shut, and Buck wants to take a picture, wants to frame it to look at it every night in bed with a hand curled around his own cock, fantasies running wild in his head. He still can’t believe this is happening, still can’t believe all it took for him to finally muster the courage to do something about his feelings was seeing Eddie with another man. Buck never liked any of Eddie’s past girlfriends - he likes to believe he did a pretty good job hiding his distaste for them - and wasn’t going to start now, not when Eddie has finally come out and there is the possibility of his feelings being reciprocated. 

Eddie pulls Buck’s head away, giving him enough time to breathe, just to choke Buck on his cock again. Over, and over, and over again until there are tears streaming down his face and he’s choking on spit. “Fuck, Buck, such a good boy .” It’s pathetic how his body reacts at those words, a gush of precome making the mess in his boxers even more messier. “I’m - oh god I’m gonna come,” Eddie gasps, opening his eyes to see the obscene vision that is Buck milking him like his life depends on it. 

Buck takes a deep breath through his nose and pulls back, until Eddie’s cock slips from his mouth, so he can pump his fist around the base, hand stick with his own spit and Eddie’s precome. “Come for me, Eds, please. Wanna feel you down my throat.” Buck's voice is absolutely wrecked, throat dry after sucking Eddie down. And then, Eddie’s doing exactly what he’s been fantasizing about for almost six years. 

Thick ropes of cum coats his tongue, Buck swallows most of it but some of it dribbles out of his mouth. He keeps on sucking his cock, helping him ride his climax until Eddie is pulling him away with a hand still at the back of his head. 

Buck’s trying to catch his breath, when Eddie’s chuckle pulls him out of the fog that had been clouding his mind since the moment he tasted Eddie for the first time. He runs his fingers through Buck’s hair, a sloppy smile on his lips. “Come here,” Buck stands, his back hurting a little after leaning in an awkward position over his best friend for so long. He goes to wipe the cum and spit from his chin but Eddie slaps his hand away, meeting him halfway. “You look so pretty like this.” He murmurs, sticking his tongue out to clean his face, making Buck grind against Eddie’s leg. Eddie pulls him into a kiss at the same time he pulls the zipper of Buck’s jeans down and slips his hand in his boxers. 

Buck groans, letting his head fall forward against Eddie’s shoulder. He’s so fucking wet that Eddie doesn’t even has to slick up his hand. He used to feel embarrassed when his ex-partners pointed it out, but he doesn’t feel that with Eddie - he’s Eddie, his best friend, the man who knows him better than anyone else (even better than Maddie) and put him in his will because he trusts him to look after his son. Eddie would never make him feel embarrassed. 

Eddie bites his earlobe, whispering praises that wash over Buck like a caress. There’s the familiar heat coiling in his lower belly, and he chases that sweet release thrusting his hips forward into Eddie’s fist. 

“Oh, fuck, yes. Jesus Christ, keep going, Eddie.” His blood is roaring in his ears, and has to bite down into Eddie’s sweaty skin to stop from whining desperately. 

Everything cuts into white noise as Eddie searches his eyes, pressing their foreheads together and says, “I’ve got you, Buck. Come on, I know you can do it.” He strokes him faster, the pressure builds and builds until it explodes - like a spring coiling tightly and being released suddenly, it hits him so hard Buck’s vision goes black for a moment. He’s shooting a huge load of cum that covers Eddie’s hand and stomach, climax so intense he feels like passing out. 

Buck feels his knees buckle but Eddie’s right there, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him against his chest. I’ve got you , replaying in his head. He really feels like his brain stopped functioning because he can only grab into Eddie’s open shirt and pant, trying hard to regulate his breathing and make his body react. He loses track of time, and when goes to pull away, Eddie’s thighs wrap around his own, keeping him in place. 

Eddie gives him a dazed look, clothes a little rumpled and hair messy. “Just - stay here.”

And who is Buck to deny Eddie?

They don’t talk about it. 

They clean and help each other with their clothes and share a couple of kisses and shy smiles before stepping outside. Neither of them seems to care about the huge line of people waiting to use the bathroom, still very much on cloud nine to care. 

They go back to their table and ignore their friend’s questioning looks, they’re too drunk to actually start asking questions, so they let it slip and Buck and Eddie can breathe in peace for a few more hours. They share more cocktails and bump their knees under the table until, somehow, Eddie ends up with his hand under Buck’s shirt whispering filthy things in his ear. 

If Buck ends up following Eddie home and fucking him on the couch he’s spent countless nights in, well, it was bound to happen, no?

Eddie should feel bad, right? He should feel some kind of regret, the kind that won’t let him sleep at night. He should feel bad that Buck cheated on his boyfriend with him. But the thing is that he doesn’t, he absolutely doesn’t . Buck told him it wasn’t important after all, and he trusts him. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t trust his best friend? 

So, Eddie doesn’t feel bad. That’s why he walks into the station Monday morning with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. 

When Eddie woke up Saturday morning in a tangled mess of legs and arms and Buck plastered to his back, he waited with bated breath for the panic to settle in. But that panic never came - not when Buck woke up an kissed his neck, not when Buck fucked him in that same position, so gentle and intimate that Eddie felt his eyes burn with unshed tears, and not even after Buck made them breakfast and kissed him goodbye on his doorstep. Eddie didn’t panic because he realized he loved Buck and wanted to spend the rest of his life by his side years ago - Buck having a boyfriend is just a tiny bump in the road right now - and it was one of the easiest realizations. 

He’s always loved Buck, it just took him a little longer to realize that he was in love with him. Eddie doesn’t really know when the switch happened, maybe it was when Buck drove him to pick up Christopher after the earthquake, reassuring him that his son was okay every couple of minutes because he sensed that it was exactly what Eddie needed at that moment. Or maybe it was late at night after the tsunami when Christopher woke up screaming after a nightmare and he ended up listening to his son list all the things his Buck did to keep him safe, how hard he fought to bring him home to his father. No , it probably was after Eddie saw the videos of Buck trying to dig through mud with his bare hands to get to him, his name like a prayer falling from his lips. Maybe it was when Buck, still trying to overcome his trauma, crawled under a firetruck to get him to safety after he was shot, the sniper still lurking in the shadows. Or when he kicked Eddie’s door down to make sure he was okay and listened to him cry and blame himself for not doing enough, for failing again. Eddie thinks that maybe was his first day at the 118, when Buck was doing the impossible to make him feel unwelcome and get on his nerves, leaving Eddie unable to do anything but fall for the tall guy with bright blue eyes, so bright like the sky after a rainy day, and distinctive birthmark. 

Only thing Eddie knows for sure is that he was destined to fall in love with Buck.

“Good morning, Eddie.” Bobby pats him in the shoulder, a cheerful smile on his lips. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

“Oh, what are we having today, Cap?” 

Eddie turns his head so fast, he almost gets whiplash. Standing just two feet away is Buck, buttoning his shirt and looking so damn fine that Eddie has to take a deep breath and count to a hundred to stop himself from dropping to his knees in the middle of the station to suck the life out of his best friend.

He doesn’t hear what Cap says, too focused on Buck and his dazzling smile. 

“See something you like?” Buck teases, looking at him like he too wants to devour him. Eddie digs his nails into the palms of his hands to distract himself from the sinful thoughts of Buck spread out on the bench in the locker room with him on top. He doesn’t want to traumatize his coworkers, so Eddie pushes past Buck and walks into the locker room where Ravi and Chim are chatting while changing into their uniforms. 

Eddie waves as a greeting and opens his locker door to throw his gym bag inside with more force than necessary. It doesn’t help that he can feel Buck’s presence as he starts stripping down. And, because of course Eddie can’t have one minute of peace, Chim notices something he’d been really careful to avoid.

Chim’s whistle echoes through the locker room. “Jesus, Eddie, did you hook up with a vampire?”

Eddie tries to cover himself with his shirt to no avail. He curses under his breath before turning around, grabbing his uniform shirt in the process to stop embarrassing himself any further. “Uh, I don’t - I had an, uh, accident.” He doesn’t look at Buck, he tries very, very hard to avoid his piercing blue gaze. 

“What? You fell into someone's mouth ?” Eddie doesn’t like Ravi right now. 

“Hey, leave the poor guy alone,” Buck interjects and Eddie feels like his face is on fire. Damn Buck and his stupid, exquisite mouth. “Like you haven’t had a little fun in the past.” 

“A little fun? That looks like - ”

“Out! You two out of here right now!” Buck pushes them out of the locker room, their laughs making Eddie blush even harder. He’s definitely never going to live this down. 

“This,” Eddie says, pulling the zipper of his jeans down but stopping when he realizes is just the two of them - not that something could happen in a room made of glass. “It's all your fault.”

Buck’s face stretches out in a grin. “If I remember correctly, you were begging me to mark you.” Yes, Eddie’s definitely having a stroke. He’s going to die with his zipper halfway down and hickeys on his chest, and everyone is gonna make fun of him. “Not my fault you weren't careful.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, focusing on changing into his uniform because if he keeps looking at Buck and his pretty face, he’s going to do something crazy like kiss him in front of the entire 118 and, even though he doesn’t care about letting all their friends know the recent change in their friendship - relationship? Buck still has a boyfriend.

“I like marking you,” His best friend whispers, leaning against his locker with arms crossed over his chest, the glint in his eyes revealing his intentions. “You look pretty with them and I love the sounds you make.”

Eddie swallows, throat dry. “You - you can’t say shit like that!” He shoves him away but Buck grabs his wrist before he can move his hand, trapping him. “Buck,” Eddie’s breath itches and blushes even deeper (if that’s even possible), Buck’s thumb is right over his pulse point, so he feels the exact moment his heart skips several beats. 

“What? Suddenly you’re shy?” He really wants to wipe the grin off his face with a kiss so earth-shattering that will change the course of his life. “Like you wouldn’t want me to bend you over right now and show everyone how good you take my cock.” Eddie can only nod, instinctively taking a step closer. Everything fades to black around them, his sole focus being Buck. “You would let me do that, wouldn’t you? You don’t care as long as I’m fucking you hard and deep, right, baby?” The fucking petname . Buck laughs, his free hand gripping the back of his shirt to push him chest-to-chest and hips-to-hips, so close that not even a breeze could pass between them. 

“ Pleasepleaseplease .” The words rush out of him, but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed. Eddie knows he’s pathetic, may as well embrace it.

“ He-llo? ” 

Eddie’s eyes snap to the door, where an amused Hen is looking at them. He has a hard time getting his brain functioning again, so Buck’s the one stepping away first. 

“If you’re finished with whatever,” She moves her hands around, fighting to hold her laughter. “You have going on - that I definitely don’t want to know. Bobby is asking for you,” Hen points to Buck, who’s immediately making his way out the door, leaving a flustered Eddie behind. “And I need your help moving some boxes to the bunk room.”

Eddie nods, closing his locker and zipping his pants up - trying not to brush his fingers over the very obvious bulge. If Hen notices, she doesn’t say anything and patiently waits for him. 

In a quiet voice, Eddie asks. “Where are those boxes?”

She guides him to the storage closet in silence, but Eddie knows his friend like the back of his hand and she’s definitely waiting for the right moment to ask what’s swirling in her head. And that moment comes when Eddie lifts the first two boxes, making him almost drop them to the floor. 

“I knew something had happened when you came back to the table with your shirt buttoned wrong.” Eddie blinks, and blinks, and blinks. Hen takes pity on him. “I just want to know… Buck broke up with Tommy, right?”

Eddie’s scared of what she’s going to say, but nods either way. 

“Oh, Eddie,” He’s sure she would have a hand on his shoulder if their hands weren’t full of boxes. “Tommy’s not someone I like very much, but he doesn’t deserve that.”

And Eddie knows that, he’s aware that this amazing thing that happened just a few days ago with Buck - and keeps happening - shouldn’t be happening while he’s still in a relationship. But even though it is wrong, it also feels so right that it is impossible for Eddie to feel bad. He, at least, tries to pretend in front of Hen. 

“I know,” He sighs, dropping the boxes by the bunk room’s door. “We still need to talk about it. We just,” Eddie shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. “We haven’t had time.” He’s not lying, they’ve been occupied doing other things or simply walking around the topic, neither of them wants to ‘kill the vibe’ talking about the elephant in the room.

“I can see that.” She wriggles her eyebrows, brown eyes glued to a spot on his neck. Eddie doesn’t need to look in a mirror to know he has a big, red-almost-blue bruise the size of Buck’s mouth. 

They end up carrying all the boxes in no time and changing the subject to something more interesting, like the little Hallowen party they’re throwing this afternoon and how Denny and Chris want to go trick or treating on their own this year, which, of course, neither of them approve of. 

The day goes just like any other normal day, Eddie is thankful there is no natural disaster disturbing their peace or a probie saying the Q word making them go insane. He does a good job ignoring Buck and his insinuations, and the whole team joking about the obvious, and very visible marks on his neck (he’s going to kill Buck). Before he knows it, they’re hanging Halloween decorations around the station and filling up bowls with different types of candies. If they notice Eddie stealing some, nobody says anything. 

“Eddie, can you start bringing the boxes? Please.” Hen asks, on the top step of the stairs helping Chim hang a big spider. 

Eddie gives her a thumbs up before finishing with a very tricky decoration that had him struggling for almost half an hour. He texts Carla to make sure she’s on her way with Chris, and she sends him a picture of his son putting on his vampire costume, fake blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and everything. Eddie wishes the day Chris says he’s ‘too cool’ to play dress up never comes.

The boxes are in the exact same spot, just a few of them missing since they had some of the decorations, so he leans down to stack up three boxes and make just two quick trips. But Eddie never makes it up, two big strong hands prevent him from doing so. 

“Yeah, just like that.” Buck coos, grinding against Eddie’s clothed ass. How is he half-hard already, Eddie doesn’t know - maybe that moment in the locker room and all those insinuations throughout the day are making him act so reckless. 

“Buck, what are you doing?” Eddie bites his bottom lip to stop making any unwanted sound. The last thing they need is one of their coworkers walking in on them in such a compromising situation. “ Buck, ” It comes out needier than he intended. 

“What? If you want me to stop, you just need to say the word.” The thing is, Eddie doesn’t want him to stop. That is why he grinds against Buck’s crotch, one of his hands finding the one on his hips and squeezing. “Can’t wait to fuck you, miss - Fuck . Miss feeling you clench around me and how loud you get when I give you exactly what you need.”

It’s funny how ridiculously fast his cock swells; a couple of dirty words and Buck’s cock against his ass and he’s gone. That had never happened before, not with any of his ex-girlfriends, not even with the two guys he hooked up with after he came out. But Eddie knows exactly why it feels different now: because is Buck . And everything with Buck always feels amazing, sexual or not, they know what the other needs. They can communicate without words, they always seem to know what the other is thinking and feeling.

“Buck, someone can walk in.” Eddie breathes, but he doesn’t move; he just lets Buck take what he wants. 

“Then we should give them a show.” Buck groans, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing his back to his chest, hard-on digging into his lower back. “Nah, I don’t want them to see what’s mine. And mine only.” 

“ All yours, Buck, all yours .” He whimpers, Buck’s teeth digging hard into his skin, but not breaking through. Eddie finds himself wishing that he did - he wants Buck to leave teeth marks on his neck and feed on his flesh and blood; he'd beg him to do it if they weren’t at their place of work. 

“Come here,” Buck closes the door and drags him to one of the bunks in the far corner of the room, hidden enough to not be surprised by someone walking in. He sits on the bed, spreading his legs as an invitation. Eddie debates whether or not he should drop to his knees or sit on his lap. 

Buck makes the decision for him. “Buck!” Eddie laughs, letting Buck manhandle him until he’s sitting on top of him, knees at either side of his hips. They look into each other’s eyes for what feels like an eternity, then Buck’s grabbing him by the back of his neck and hauling him forward, crushing their lips. Eddie hadn’t realized how much he missed kissing Buck until now, in just three days he’s become addicted. 

Buck presses Eddie’s body flush against his, clothed chests pushing firmly against each other as the taller man lets his hands roam free. A string of saliva connects Eddie’s lips to Buck’s when he pulls away, but he doesn’t go too far, Buck makes sure of it by sliding his hand behind his head and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling hard . Eddie moans, throwing his head back and giving Buck the perfect opportunity to assault his neck - Eddie’s sure he’ll need to start using turtlenecks from now on - because of course he’s got to make sure everyone knows Eddie’s having mind-blowing sex. 

Eddie cups Buck’s face in his hands, keeping him from pulling away as he grinds his hips down, their clothed cocks slotting together perfectly. Buck’s hands grab his ass, pulling him impossibly closer, and helping him with his movements. Eddie can’t believe they’re doing this in the station, he’s never done something like this because he simply never thought about it until he felt Buck’s cock against his ass a couple of minutes ago. He can’t believe there are so many things he’s been missing and he’s experienced every single one of them with Buck.

Eddie’s so preoccupied with pulling the zipper down on both their pants and pulling their cocks out, that he doesn’t actually feel Buck’s teeth digging with more force until they’re piercing through his skin, and there is a familiar pain shooting through his body. Buck immediately laps at the blood welling up like a man starved.

“Jesus, fuck, Buck.” He yelps, feeling a damp spot growing on his jeans. They’re acting like teenagers that can’t control their hormones, but honestly? Eddie fucking likes it. He guides his best friend’s face to his and sucks Buck’s tongue into his mouth, tasting the familiar metallic taste of blood - his own blood . Their moans echo in the room, but at this point neither of them cares about being loud, too lost in the moment. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad.” Buck mumbles, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Eddie shoves his hand between them and wraps it around both of their cocks. “Wait - give me your hand.” He murmurs hoarsely. Eddie obeys, lifting his hand in front of Buck only for him to spit on his palm, a shot of precome dribbles from his cock at the obscene sight. “Spit.” Buck commands and he does it without breaking eye contact. This time when he wraps his hand it’s so much easier he can’t help the strangled moan that slips past his lips. Their cocks are slick with their combined spit and precome, and Eddie feels himself slowly losing control. 

Eddie rolls his hips and rubs against Buck’s cock, the delicious friction pulling them closer to the edge with each thrust. He keeps his eyes open, the bliss-out expression on Buck’s face making him look like a painting, so beautiful and heavenly he fights the urge to utter the words ‘I love you’ . 

“Come for me, Buck. I want to see you, please.” Eddie’s voices sounds so fucked out, he doesn’t recognize it. There’s desire racing along his veins that turns icy cold when the door opens, a voice cutting through the air. 

“Evan? Are you here?” Wide, surprised eyes lock with Buck’s. He expects to find the color draining from his face, he even expects Buck to push him off of him. What he doesn’t expect is to find Buck smirking, so unbothered that he’s clasping a hand around his own to make them move again. 

“Don’t stop.” Buck growls the words, a delicious glide that has his cock throbbing. Eddie melts into him, head falling against Buck’s shoulder, basking in the feel of his best friend all around him. “That’s it, baby. Keep moving, just like that - you’re gonna make me come.” 

“Evan?” His fucking voice is closer now, but that only spurs Eddie to rut his hips at a tortuous pace, enjoying the being caught more than he thought he could. “Evan, they told me you were here.” His footsteps grow louder until, all of a sudden, come to a stop. Connected like they are, both turn their heads to find Tommy standing a few feet away, mouth dropping open as soon as he sees the state in which they are. Buck doesn’t stop, he strokes their cocks even faster, little gasps falling from his lips, and all Eddie can do is look between them, blood rushing through his ears making him feel like he could pass out at any minute. “What the fuck?” Anger replaces the shock, he notices him clenching his fists by his side and Eddie wonders who he wants to punch more. 

“Come on, Eds. I know you want to come, be a good boy and come all over me.” Buck pants desperate, his free hand cupping his jaw and forcing him to look into his blue eyes. “Forget about him, he doesn’t matter. You’re all that matters, Eddie. You are all I want.”

Eddie’s coming with a ragged breath, eyes slipping shut. He hears himself moaning so loud, he’s sure everyone outside will know what’s happening in the bunk room, but Buck keeps stroking their cocks and the friction is too much and not enough that he forgets he needs to be quiet . He trembles from the force of his orgasm, warm cum spilling all over himself and Buck. 

“ BuckBuckBuck, ” Fall from his lips, and then Buck’s shooting out ropes of cum all over their hands. Eddie collapses against Buck, ruining their clothes even more, but instead of pulling away Buck wraps an arm around his waist and holds him . 

Until a voice interrupts their post-orgasm peace. 

“You two are sick, twisted people.” He says, and Eddie doesn’t know why he is still there. Why didn’t he leave the second he saw what they were up to? Yes, maybe they’re sick, maybe there’s a special place in hell reserved just for them, but he’s the one who decided to watch his own boyfriend cheat on him with his best friend. “You deserve each other.”

Yeah. Eddie’s sure of it. 

Buck doesn’t utter a word, he just rakes his fingers through Eddie’s hair. They’re eventually left alone and the second their eyes meet, laughter bursts out of them. 

“So, you’re single .” Eddie ignores the mess between them, tucking his face into Buck’s neck. 

Buck chuckles, “Yeah, I hope not for long, though.” And Eddie feels like his heart is about to come out of his throat. Buck’s looking at him with that same expression he’s been looking at for the past six years - the one that makes him feel soft and cared for and loved .

“We’re not having this conversation when I still have my cock out and there’s cum drying on my pants.” Eddie’s voice comes soft and strangled. He leaves a kiss on the corner of Buck’s mouth and thinks how he’s never gonna get enough of how adorable Buck looks with his cheeks all tinted up when he’s flustered. “You’re driving back with me tonight?”

Buck leans to capture his lips in a gentle kiss, “Yeah. I’m coming home.”