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Buck hated when he got home before Eddie—it was a game of entertaining himself until his best friend came home with the ingredients they would need for that night’s cooking lesson. Sure, he could easily find a few things to take care of like deep cleaning the bathroom like they’ve been talking about or maybe going through the drinkware cupboard and getting rid of the mugs and cups that sit nearest the back that have collected more dust than liquid. After all, it was his home now—Eddie made sure to remind him if he ever thought otherwise.
It has been an eventful few weeks. Between the Kim fiasco that had Christopher fleeing to Texas for some space away from his dad, Bobby’s health scare, the changes at work, and the Grant-Nash house burning to the ground after an apparent targeted attack, Buck didn’t actually mind sitting in a quiet house. On top of that, his first relationship with a man ended, but really seemed quite minuscule in the grand scheme of things. Once the shine wore off, Buck was really questioning the goggles he must’ve had on to stick it out as long as he did. Still, as okay as he was with the break up, he was going to wallow. And wallowing meant sugar.
Eddie was just freshly single himself, so surely that meant he had to have something, right? Newly single people ate their feelings. Buck rifled through the kitchen cupboards, looking for anything aside from baggies of spices, some bags of things like quick oats and all purpose flour, boxes of baking supplies. He was about to give up hope when he spots a flash of purple on a higher shelf—chocolate bars come in purple, that was just fact. Cadbury didn’t spend millions on marketing for people not to associate purple with chocolate. Reaching up for it, all he needed to see was Dark Chocolate emblazoned on the top to consider this a success—he was more of a milk chocolate guy, but he wasn’t about to be picky.
He whistled a tune as he took the bar back to the living room with him, taking his seat back on the couch in his self-designated spot. Ever since Bobby and Athena’s place burnt down, he had let them take over the loft and basically moved full time into Eddie’s house. He’s built his creature comforts into the place, and that included the divot he was trying to build in the couch in the shape of his ass. He had fallen asleep many a time comfortably in his spot.
He returned to the documentary on giant squids that he had on before he went on his hunt, and his brain tuned in as he unwrapped the foil around his acquired treat. He brought the wrapping down like you would when eating a burrito, then took the first bite. It wasn’t bad—still had that bitter dark chocolate taste that he knew Eddie liked but Buck wasn’t ultra fond of, but the subtle cut of sea salt made it pretty good. He continued to chomp on the bar, licking his teeth when it would cling to his enamel and the roof of his mouth every so often. The narrator droned on about how big the deep sea creatures could get when Buck realized how thirsty he was after finishing off that bar.
He set the wrapper on the sofa between him and the arm rest before getting up to get a glass of water. His brow furrowed and he swallowed thickly, feeling blood fill his dick in a familiar way. Sure, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while—with Tommy they hadn’t gone further than a few exchanged handjobs and Tommy tried (and failed) to blow him once. He complained that Buck was too big. Even so, it wasn’t like his body to betray him at four in the afternoon—this was a nighttime and morning wood sort of issue. He shook his head and collected his glass, filling it up and gulping it down before filling another. He took the glass back to the couch with him and took a seat, trying to will his boner down. He was about to change the channel to something more distracting when the door swung open and Buck was left to grab a couch cushion to cover himself up and act as nonchalantly as possible as Eddie walked in.
“Hey, Buck. Sorry I’m late—I got roped into helping a nice old lady load her groceries in the car.”
“H-Hey, Eddie! N-No worries. I was just chilling.” Chill is the last thing he was.
“Good, good. I got you that frozen yogurt you like to make up for being late. They had a new flavor so I brought that one home so you can try.” Oh, Eddie. Always so thoughtful and kind without barely trying. Buck was so lucky to have him in his world.
“Thanks!” He squeaked. He smiled when Eddie gave him a funny look, and was relieved when the other just shook his head and excused himself to put the groceries away. Buck could swear the temperature was rising, which was impossible because Eddie’s a stickler for keeping the thermostat where it was, and also the fact that the curtains were still drawn. Did he catch some sort of bug that was choosing now to show symptoms? Was this the start of a fever? Sweat started to bead on his temples and forehead.
“What are you watching? Oh, damn—that’s a big calamari.” Eddie sat down on his end of the couch, sliding a beer closer to Buck on the coffee table before leaning back and kicking his feet up. He took a swig of his beer before turning to Buck with a quirk in his brow. Buck was doing his best to look neutral, but knew he was failing. “Alright, what’s going on with you?”
“Nothing! What makes you think something’s going on?”
“Well, first of all, you’re quiet as hell. You’re never quiet, and I appreciate it because you fill the silence that I hate. But also because you’re flushed—you look like you’re about to pass out just by sitting there. Are you feeling okay?”
“O-Oh, yeah. You know, I think I just need to go splash some cold water on my face.” He laughs sheepishly before standing, pillow still over his crotch.
“O…kay? You’re gonna bring that in there with you in case you need a nap?”
“Oh, I spilled something on it earlier, I should go wet it before it stains!” He was only a couple steps around the couch trying to make his escape when he hears Eddie gasp. Loudly. He turns to see Eddie, wide eyed and staring at where Buck was just seated.
“Oh my God, Buck! Did you eat this whole thing?!” He crosses the couch and grabs the discarded wrapper from earlier.
Buck must be really delirious because he’s not seeing how that was the priority here. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ll get you another one—I just wanted something sweet. Didn’t know you were looking forward to it that much.”
“No, you idiot!” Eddie looked at him, brown eyes bewildered. “This is aphrodisiac chocolate! You’re only supposed to have like a square or two at a time!” Eddie’s jaw hung slack, and Buck was pretty sure his own brain just short circuited. “You’re going to have a boner for hours!”
Aphrodisiac...chocolate? Eddie had sex candy in his kitchen and Buck just ate a whole bar? “Why the hell do you have Viagra chocolate?!”
Eddie made an offended noise, stammering and flushing himself. “I just needed it to help, sometimes! With Marisol—you know, it’s normal! The site had a bunch of reviews so people obviously buy them.”
“Not people our age, Eddie! People our age can usually get it up pretty easily!” He returns, free hand waving. “What do I do?!”
“I don’t know! I usually only eat one and it lasts an hour or two. Or I start to get soft after I get off!”
“Okay, stop yelling and help me think!” They both take a beat to calm down, but the silence served as a quick pivot and Eddie was suddenly laughing, sinking back into the couch. “Eddie!” Buck exclaimed, trying to stay serious but unable to stop himself from laughing. “This is very not funny! Why would you leave this in the kitchen? What if Christopher got to it?”
“I’m sorry—“ Eddie says, still chuckling but his laughter dying down. “Do you recall just how high and hidden that bar was?” Buck couldn’t argue with that—he really did do a pretty deep scour of the kitchen to stumble upon it. “Look, just go to the bathroom and whack one off. You want your phone for porn?” Eddie asked, retrieving it from the table and handing it over. Now that Buck knew what was going on with his body, his temperature started to regulate, but his dick was still rock hard. It was as good an idea as any, he supposed. Not like he had a bedroom of his own to do this in at the moment.
“No judgment?” He asks as he takes his phone with a thankful nod.
“None. Do what you gotta do, man. Just leave the pillow outside the bathroom.” He teased, which earned him a pillow to the face as he made a quick getaway so he wouldn’t be seen with a tent. He laughed as he heard Eddie exclaim ‘Euuuugh!’ He quickly found his way to the bathroom and locked the door. He couldn’t believe this—he was in the bathroom at half past four in the afternoon needing to jack off because he got self-dosed with sex candy. God, this was just the kind of thing to happen to him.
Opening his browser app, he opens the incognito tags and finds a site he’s been frequenting recently and typing in a buzzword to find a video he’s been particularly enjoying. The video depicted two fit men enjoying one another thoroughly with the bottom having a voluptuous ass. Buck was, and will always be, an ass man after all. He jumped a little when the video played out loud and echoed in the bathroom. “Sorry!” He cried out, lowering the volume. ‘Didn’t hear anything!’ He heard faintly back. Buck took a seat on the lid of the toilet after dropping his shorts and rucking his shirt up—he certainly was harder than usual, his mushroom head reddening and had pre-cum beading at the tip.
He turned his attention back to the video as the two men kissed lazily, fully stripped at this point and ready to get going. He leaned back as he watched, one hand stroking himself and the other rubbing his thumb over his nipple. He watched intently, stimulating himself in a familiar fashion. Before moving in, this nightly routine was part of the reason he bought Bobby and Athena brand new sheets before asking them to move in. It doesn’t usually take long for Buck to get there, he’s just a guy after all. As the video approaches the ten minute mark, Buck grunts in frustration when he realizes he’s nowhere close to his climax.
He must’ve grunted louder than he thought, because he soon hears rushed footsteps just outside the door. “You okay? Your dick didn’t explode and you’re bleeding out on the floor, are you?”
“You think you’re so funny—if I have to go to the hospital because of this I’m never going to let you live it down!”
“Me?! You’re the one who ate something without reading the label!”
Buck leaned his head back against the wall. “I can’t cum like this.”
“Do you want a fleshlight? I can get you one.”
“You have a fleshlight too?!” Buck was learning way too much about a man he was attracted to for his comfort. His hard dick twitched but still was nowhere close to ready to let him cum. He gave it an annoyed smack.
“Don’t you? Or are you gonna say this is another old man thing.”
“What? No! It’s not, and no I don’t.” Buck was blushing now, imagining Eddie using this toy. “And as nice as that offer is, I think we’d be crossing so many lines if I used your fleshlight.”
“It’s less crazy than the first thing I was gonna offer.”
Buck gulped at that—what the hell could that be? “I’m scared to ask.”
Eddie chuckled, the deep timbre of his voice just outside the door. “Maybe you can’t get off cause it’s you. I mean, I didn’t buy that chocolate to use it for masturbating.”
“I want it on the record that I hate this entire conversation.”
“Noted.” Eddie said with a chuckle. “Open the door. Let me give you a handjob and we can see if that helps. You’re my best friend and I feel bad for you and I wanna help.”
Buck started coughing when his spit went down the wrong pipe. “Eddie!”
“What?! You too good for me to give you a handjob?”
“Please stop saying that.”
“Handjobhandjobhandjob.” Buck swings the door open and pulls him in, covering his mouth with his (relatively) clean(er) hand.
“You are fucking ridicu—haaah..!” Buck’s brain started sparking when he feels Eddie’s hand wrap around his length, his brown eyes never leaving Buck’s blues. He has a mischievous glint in his eye as he strokes Buck from the base of his shaft to the head. He licks Buck’s palm which makes the man withdraw his hand with a glower.
“Will you relax? You act like a guy’s never jacked you off before. Which I know for a fact isn’t true—gag.”
Buck has half a mind to roll his eyes derisively, if he wasn’t already fluttering his eyes shut. This feels different, for sure. When he was handling himself, it felt like nothing, which was weird. With Eddie’s hand, it does feel like the build up is actually occurring.
“You a nipple guy?” Eddie asked quietly, and Buck opened his eyes just in time to see Eddie reach over to trace his nipple with his thumb. “Figured you wouldn’t have your shirt up like this if you weren’t.” He says simply, and Buck is sure he’s about to wake up from some wickedly elaborate wet dream in a minute. However, the slight pinch that makes him moan lets him know this is real. “Oops, sorry.”
“No, do it again.”
Buck catches it as Eddie just grins at Buck’s flushed, desperate face, before complying and giving his nipple another pinch and roll, sending shots into Buck’s brain. He still couldn’t quite believe his very attractive best friend had him in the position he was in now, but he wasn’t actually about to complain. He feels Eddie take his hand off and he watches as his best friend spits onto his cock before replacing his hand and continuing his strokes.
“Dude, you’re fucking massive. Do you have to show off with everything?” Eddie teased with a cheeky smile. How casual Eddie was about this whole thing was off putting and confusing, but also hilarious.
“Sorry for how big my penis is.”
“You should be. It’s emasculating to other guys.”
“I’m sure yours looks good.” He pauses and punishes himself internally—why did he say that?! Eddie laughs and rests his head against the wall, continuing his stroking. Eddie’s wrist kept flicking and twisting when he got to the end, which made for a really good feeling that had Buck whining each time. This went on for about another two or three minutes until he heard Eddie exhale.
“Hm, still nothing, huh?” Buck shakes his head. “Okay, then.” Eddie stops his hand and opens the door.
“W-Wha—“
“Go to the living room. I’m not blowing you on the floor here, it’ll hurt.”
“What?! Eddie!”
“Jesus, Buck. Nothing in the last twenty minutes should be surprising you at this point.”
“Fair, but a blowjob?! You do not need to do that. I’m sure this’ll go down in a few hours.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to blow you—is that it?” Eddie says petulantly, crossing his arms and challenging Buck with a raised brow.
“Wait, what is actually happening right now?”
“Fine. Figure this out here.” He steps out to the hallway and smirks at Buck. “Offer still stands.” With that, he makes his way back to the living room, leaving Buck stupendous. He doesn’t have time to think about this too hard—his attractive best friend who he’s ninety-nine percent sure he’s in love with is offering to put Buck in his mouth. He may never get this chance again. He turns to the mirror and looks at himself, his blush covering his chest and neck and his dick still impossibly hard. He couldn’t not laugh at himself for being in this situation. Steeling himself, Buck found his way back to the living room, suddenly feeling very sheepish as he waited for Eddie to notice him.
“Oh, hey—you go-“
“Please blow me.” Eddie’s smile tried to hide at first, but soon he was letting the smile crack his face wide open.
“Okay, come here.” He’d gesturing Buck over with two fingers.
“Are you sure about this? Have you ever given a guy head before?”
“Nope—but you know what they say, guys know what guys want. I’m sure I’ll figure it out. If it’s bad, just sorry in advance.” He shrugs, hands on Buck’s hips to sit him down before he’s moving to kneel on the couch between his legs.
“It’s—it’s not gonna be bad, I’m sure.” As if any blowjob from Eddie Diaz was gonna be bad. It could’ve been the driest, loosest, scraping teeth filled blowjob and Buck would’ve put it in the blowjob hall of fame, cause Eddie fucking Diaz was about to give him a fucking blowjob.
“C-Careful. People can’t usually give me blowjobs comfortably.”
A challenging look crossed Eddie’s face at that admission, his fingers wrapping around the base of Buck’s cock. “Yeah, I bet—Firehose.” Buck squeaked at that, about to bite back at the nickname. “A chance to show up Taylor Kelly and Tommy Kinard? You really want a good one if you’re trying to rile me up with that.”
“Just go slow, okay? Don’t hurt yourself. And you have to pull away when I tell you—I have hyperspermia. Which means I—“
“Cum like a firehose. Well, shit.” Eddie grins, hands on Buck’s thighs, looking at his cock with…hunger? Buck must be dreaming. Eddie was just doing this as an apology for not warning him about his…assistive devices. No way Eddie actually wanted this, was there? “I’ve heard of it—never seen it in action.” He says with a smirk. He gives Buck a nice, firm stroke before he’s kissing under his shaft, feather light over the pulsating vein. Buck’s head lolls back over the couch.
“Oh, fuck—“
“If we have to.” He barely hears Eddie mutter, making his head snap back up just in time for Eddie to take the head of his cock into his hot mouth. As expected, Eddie knew the basics—he knew to wrap his lips over his teeth and to use the muscles in his lips to form a suction. He watches as Eddie sinks a few inches down and moans . Eddie moans like he’s just tasted the nectar of the gods, and the sound goes right up Buck’s spine and blows his brain up. This was it—he was going to die today because his best friend was giving him a blowjob. What a way to die.
He feels Eddie scratch the nails of his free hand up Buck’s torso until he finds a pert nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling until Buck had no choice but to thrust his hips unwillingly, sending his cock towards Eddie’s throat, causing the other man to choke and pull off, coughing.
“Oh shit, Eddie!”
Eddie, coughing behind his hand and trying to regain his breath, pushed Buck back by the chest. “I’m fine!” He rasped, coughing some more. “Should’ve—“ he cleared his throat before continuing. “Should’ve expected that.” He sighs and moves back to his position.
“Eddie, you really don’t have to do this. I’m big, I know it—it’s not easy.”
“Okay, has anyone ever told you you’re really bad at getting a blowjob?” Eddie asks with wide eyes and a furrowed brow. “I’m okay, I’m a big boy. But you’re stressing me out so can you at least try to relax? You’re making me feel like it’s not good.”
“What?! No! It’s great! I—“ he shakes his head and grunts when he sees Eddie’s pout. “Okay, fine!”
“Perfect. And take your shirt off—you look like Winnie the Pooh.”
Buck makes an indignant noise at that, and Eddie fucking smiles against Buck’s balls, his face all but covered by Buck’s massive shaft. Buck, unable to think past a few seconds ahead, does as he’s told and sheds his tee and tosses it to the floor. He was now fully naked, with the man of his dreams mouthing wet kisses onto his hard dick. He’s dreaming, right?
“Tweak your own nipples this time. I’m gonna hold your hips down and we’re gonna see if we can’t get you to cum.” Eddie winks, making a show of spitting on the head of Buck’s dick before sinking back on it. As promised, Eddie’s strong, large hands were firmly pressing his hips down, preventing him from bucking up into the delicate heat of his mouth. As instructed, Buck started to play with both of his sensitive nipples as a familiar heat pooled in his belly. Oh thank God, this might actually get him over the edge. Eddie moaning every bob of his head had Buck watching intently. Eddie’s eyes flickered up to meet his and Buck can’t help but smile down—he could swear Eddie smiled back through his eyes.
Eddie was…impressive, to say the least. He was taking more of Buck than any partner every had before and was complaining far less. Sure, he raised himself up until only the head was in his mouth and stayed there suckling for a bit for a reprieve, but he didn’t pull off.
Eddie’s eyes flicked up—dangerously. Buck didn’t have a second to think about the look Eddie just gave him before he feels the other man’s tongue slip into the excess skin at the end of Buck’s dick and flick against his slit. Unable to thrust his hips up, he instead arches his back, pushes against Eddie, and almost sends them both to the floor. He catches the other man before he falls flat on his ass from the momentum, but now they found themselves in a weird position—Buck, half seated in a weird crouch, and Eddie sitting on the floor. In this position, Eddie didn’t have much leverage, but Buck did.
He looks down, unsure of what to do, until Eddie was nodding up at him, cheeks hollowed out from the way he’s sucking. Buck got the message and slowly thrusted until he could feel the back of Eddie’s throat, then pulled back. He did it a few more times, memorizing just how far he could go, and then started speeding up the rhythm. He could feel his climax start to build as he wantonly moaned into the air, his voice bouncing off of the walls. Eddie’s hands were rubbing up and down Buck’s legs, keeping him grounded as Buck assaulted his throat and he took it. It wasn’t much longer of that before Buck’s moans were coming out faster and higher.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He doesn’t stop his thrusting until he’s on the precipice—then, and only then, does he try to pull back.
Then, and only then, does Eddie lock his palms onto Buck’s ass and keeps him close, not letting him pull back.
“Eddie! I’m cumming!”
Eddie’s eyes flash dark brown from where he looks up at Buck, his throat swallowing around his cock head as he starts to shoot. Hot, creamy ropes of cum started shooting down the other man’s throat, until Eddie physically couldn’t hold anymore, and he was pulling off, spluttering. Streaks of cum dropped from his lips and down his chin. Problem was, Buck was still cumming and his cock was now shooting freely—it got all over Eddie’s forehead, cheeks, some in his hair, some on his neck and shirt, and all over the floor around him.
“Fuck…” Eddie said, a dreamy, creamy smile on his face as he milked the last few ropes with his hand. “You do cum a lot, Jesus.”
Buck, spent, laid back on the couch panting, an arm over his eyes to reduce the stimulus threatening to make him burst out of his skin. He just received the most phenomenal blowjob of his life, and his best friend who gave it to him was sitting on his shins, rubbing Buck’s thighs acting like it was just a regular Tuesday. Buck wasn’t sure how long he was coming down, but when he opened his eyes, Eddie was stroking him slowly, a curious look on his face.
“Jesus, Eddie—you look filthy.”
“Well, aren’t you just a charmer?” Eddie rolled his eyes, speaking dryly. He pulled his phone out and opened the front facing camera, looking interestedly at his face. “Damn, you’re right.” He puts the phone down and returns his attention to Buck’s dick. “You’re still hard—usually an orgasm helps it go down. You might need more than one…”
With that, Eddie gets up and sheds his own shirt, using it to clean his face off of Buck’s spend.
“Eddie, that was fucking mind blowing.” Buck smirks when Eddie laughs behind his impromptu cum rag. “I have to ask—have you…I mean, you’re so eager to—“ he pauses, unsure how to proceed. “Are you—?”
“Wanna find out?” Eddie asks, tossing the soiled shirt at Buck and hitting him square in the neck before turning towards his bedroom. He stops halfway through, looking over his shoulder and dropping his pants, exposing his beautiful ass. Buck didn’t need to see anymore before he was clambering to his feet and crossing the space to fireman carry a loudly giggling Eddie to his bed.
They both fall to their backs, panting after what feels like their hundredth orgasm, but was really more like Eddie’s sixth and Buck’s seventh. The sunlight had long since gone, and the only light illuminating them was the yellow bulb in Eddie’s bedside lamp.
“Holy hell.” Buck muttered, hands rubbing his face and smoothing the sweat away as he looks over to Eddie, grinning like a fool and having the other man return it. Eddie was sporting kiss-red lips and multiple hickies he would have a hell of a time hiding. Buck was sure he himself wasn’t faring much better. “So…”
“So…” Eddie repeated, reaching over to grab water bottles they retrieved at some point between three and four, shortly before Buck bent him over the kitchen counter and went to town.
“You came. Like six times.”
“Yeah, I’m aware, Buck. They were my orgasms.” He teased, bringing the water to his lips and patting his pouty partner’s cheeks gently.
“No—I mean, you came six times. Without eating any of the chocolate.”
“Oh…Oh!” Eddie was blushing as realization hit him. “So it wasn’t—“
Buck shook his head and stifling his laugh. He just very recently found out that Eddie wants to have a lot of sex with him, and he wasn’t about to compromise that by laughing at his plight. “You’re a perfectly normal, Viagra chocolate not-needing man in your thirties.”
“Well that’s a damn relief.” Eddie laughs, free hand finding Buck’s curls and petting them absent mindlessly as Buck leans over to kiss Eddie’s chest and up his neck to his jaw. Eddie lets out a sweet giggle and turns to meet Buck’s lips in a languid kiss.
“Fuck, you’re good at kissing, Buck. You’re good at fucking, too. My God.”
“Yeah? Good first time with a guy?”
“Good first, second, third, all of them—very good, yes.” Eddie shakes his head and sighs. He was filled to the brim with Buck’s loads and his sheets are disgusting, surely, but Eddie seemed too happy to worry about that right now.
“You’re so cute, Eddie. Remember how good it was when I have you bent like a pretzel for the tenth, fiftieth and hundredth time.”
“Tonight?!” Eddie asks, teasing. Buck laughs into Eddie’s neck as Eddie exaggerates a sigh. He steals Eddie’s bottle and takes a swig, rolling his eyes at the other’s complaints.
“You can’t be upset I’m drinking from your water—do I need to remind you where your tongue was an hour ago?”
“Turn over and I can remind myself, Buckley.” He gives Buck’s ass a firm slap, which makes Buck blush and whine.
“Jeez—you help a guy find out he’s gay then suddenly you’re his personal sex toy.”
“Mm, you say that like it’s a bad thing.” He kisses Buck so hard that Buck falls gently onto his back, holding the bottle upright so it doesn’t spill. “I see you’re finally soft again.” Eddie purrs into his ear. “Let’s see how good I am at getting you hard the natural way.”
“Easy, tiger. We are going to have so much sex this weekend you’re going to forget what it’s going to be like before we started doing it, but I do just need ten minutes to enjoy my dick in its normal state after eating your chocolate.”
“Well lucky for you, I found myself a natural aphrodisiac it seems. No more pesky Viagra chocolate around here.” Eddie grins against Buck’s jaw and they share a laugh as Buck wraps a strong arm around Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. “It was impressive, though. You held an erection for a long time and made good use of it.”
“Cute.” Buck reaches over and picks up his phone before leaning down to kiss his partner’s hair.
“Mm, what are you doing? Screen’s ruining our vibe.” Eddie complains, nuzzling against Buck’s chest and nipping softly at his nipple, eliciting a shudder.
“I’m deleting all my dating apps.”
“Well, that’s a little presumptuous, isn’t it?” Eddie said, smirking.
“Well, Eddie, my love —“ he pauses pointedly, making Eddie’s mouth gape and his cheeks to blush. After his first prostate stimulated orgasm, Eddie had blurted out ‘I love you’. He took exactly thirty seconds to freak out, Buck asked him if he meant it, Eddie said yes, and Buck repeated it before kissing him stupid into the bed. “I think we’re a little out of sequence, but you’re right—you deserve to be wooed, so will you please go out with me? I need to take my prince on a date.”
Eddie giggles and kisses over Buck’s heart before leaning up to kiss him firmly on the lips. “Chivalry isn’t dead, after all. Yes, of course I will.”
Buck flips them over and presses Eddie into the mattress, assaulting his neck with his lips as his lover giggles.
“Don’t think I forgot about your promise to knock me up, Buck. I need at least two or three more loads to make sure it really works.”
Buck blushes and hides his face in the crook of the other’s neck. “You…weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“No, no. I’m happy I did—I need to know my boyfriend’s vibe so I know how to match it.” He grins against a kiss with the other man, their teeth clattering. “You have a lot to teach me.” Buck’s dick was springing back to life against Eddie’s thigh, making the other chuckle cockily. “Oh, look at that, that didn’t take much, did it?”
“Shuddup.” Buck slurred, throwing his leg over Eddie’s hips so he was framing the smaller man. “It’s you. It’s fucking you. It’s always been you. You drive me crazy, and now you’re all mine.”
Eddie wraps his arm around Buck’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.
“Love you, Buck.”
“Love you too, Eddie.”