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It starts with a suggestion from Frank.
“Art therapy?” Eddie repeats after he hears the suggestion. He thinks back to the art therapy sessions Christopher did after the tsunami. “Like drawing my feelings?”
With a patient smile, Frank digs out a flyer from a nearby stack of books. “I’m not suggesting you see an art therapist, but rather use art as your therapy,” He explains, “Use it as an outlet, a way to relax and spend time focusing on yourself.”
The flyer is offered in Eddie’s direction and he takes it. The glossy advert is for a nearby community college that he’s driven past a few times.
“They have a variety of art classes there, for people of all skill levels. You tell them I sent you, you get twenty percent off the cost of the class.”
“Huh.”
“There’s no requirement here,” Frank reassures him, “But I really do think it will be beneficial for you.”
As soon as he gets home, he sticks the flyer up on the fridge just underneath a recent photo of him, Buck and Christopher at the park and there it sits for a few weeks. Thankfully, Frank doesn’t ask about it and Eddie doesn’t bring it up.
He’s not sure why he puts it off for so long, or what makes him finally call up the college, but a woman with a posh accent answers and Eddie stumbles over his words slightly as he tries to explain why he’s calling.
There are only a few classes that will fit with his work schedule that appeal to him and he lists them out to her.
“I’m sorry, classes start next week and those are all fully booked, we’re quite in demand you know.”
“Oh.” Eddie stares at the list of other courses on the back of the flyer. “What’s still available?”
“Not much I’m afraid…” He hears the clack of a keyboard as she looks through the booking system, “Oh wait, here’s something, there’s one free spot available in our life drawing class, every Tuesday morning at 10am.”
“Life drawing?” Eddie repeats. That can’t be what he thinks it is, right?
“It’s an eight-week course, all skill levels welcome,” She continues, ignoring Eddie’s question completely whilst simultaneously making a jab at his clear inexperience.
He could say no, tell Frank he tried and it didn’t work out, instead, like he’s experiencing an out-of-body experience, his mouth says yes before his brain can catch up.
“Marvelous, we take payment over the phone,”
In a daze, he drops Frank’s name and she seems displeased at having to offer him a lower fee but she confirms the updated price and he hands over his card details.
“It’s non-refundable by the way,” She tells him only once payment has been settled, like she can sense his immediate regret. “See you next Tuesday Mr Diaz.”
A few days before the first class he receives a welcome email from the tutor who confirms all art supplies will be provided, he just needs to turn up and draw. There’s no information about the model, only that it’s a woman. Thanks to a fair bit of Googling, Eddie is now very aware of what the class will involve and he’s really trying not to freak out about it.
He’s not sure how staring at a naked woman as he attempts to draw her is supposed to help him relax.
He purposely doesn’t mention it to Buck, or anyone else at work. Whilst Buck might be encouraging, he’s anxious enough about this therapy assignment as it is without other people’s opinions on the topic, even Buck’s.
On Tuesday morning, after dropping Christopher off at school, he reluctantly drives over to the college. He sits in his car for a long time, a part of him still unsure if he even wants to go inside, despite the upfront cost. As the beginning of the class draws closer, he finds himself thinking about what Buck would do in this situation. He’s always admired how comfortable Buck is in his own skin, how little he cares about what strangers think of him and how excited he gets by trying new things.
Buck wouldn’t be hiding in his car. He’d be the first one through the door.
Something settles inside him as he realises if Buck could do it, then so could he. With a newly found confidence, he strides across the parking lot and somehow makes it to his classroom before a few of his fellow students.
“Welcome!” A woman in her early sixties approaches him as he steps through the door. She gives off hippy vibes, with a long floral skirt, bangles up both skinny arms, and a brightly coloured scarf tied in her hair. “I’m Hazel, your tutor,” she introduces herself. As she throws out her hand to shake, the bracelets clink and jangle.
“Eddie, Eddie Diaz,” He returns the greeting, shaking her hand.
“Great to have you with us,” She says warmly “You can pick any free easel, there should be everything you need next to it.”
Eddie nods, “I uh, I haven’t done anything like this before,” He admits quietly.
“Don’t worry,” She places a hand down on his forearm, “We have mixed abilities in these classes. Some are beginners like you and some are a little bit more experienced, don’t judge your own progress against theirs okay?”
He nods, though not totally convinced by her attempt to reassure him.
“I want you to enjoy your time in my class, there’s no such thing as wrong when you’re expressing yourself, that’s my one and only rule around here,” She smiles and Eddie starts to feel a little more at ease.
“Okay, good.”
She sends him off to choose an easel as someone else arrives. Surveying the room, he finds twenty easels, all set up in a circle facing an empty bench in the middle, presumably where this woman will be sitting. His eyes land on an empty easel across the circle and he quickly heads over to it to claim it as his.
As the last few people arrive, he inspects the art materials he’s been given, some of which are completely foreign to him. The pencils are the simplest option, he decides he can start with those and figure out the others down the line. Picking up a 2B, he twirls it between his fingers.
“All right everyone,” Hazel claps and everyone turns their attention to her.
“Welcome all to the first session in our life drawing class, today I want you all to explore your relationship between pencil and paper. Make bold strokes, examine our model’s body, the shapes it makes, the form as a whole.”
As she talks, Eddie looks around the room at the other students. Some are just fresh out of school, whilst others are in their seventies and eighties. At least he doesn’t look out of place amongst them all.
“Please welcome our model for this course, E.”
As the door to a side room Eddie had missed as he’d surveyed the room opens, the pencil he’d been twirling slips out of his grasp and skitters a few feet away. By the time he’s retrieved it and is back at his easel, the model has de-robed and is sat on the bench facing away from Eddie.
It’s not a woman.
The man is young and well built with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. There’s something familiar about the man’s back, and he frowns.
“As you can see, you’re all going to see different parts of E, depending on where you’re positioned…Oh wait, E, turn your head this way a little bit?”
E complies, turning his head to the side and Eddie freezes. The pencil in his hand breaks in two.
He’d recognise that birthmark anywhere.
Fuck.
He tries not to panic, but it’s incredibly hard not to when his best friend is sitting in front of him completely naked. His best friend, who Eddie hopes is oblivious to his recent realizations regarding his feelings, is right there.
Naked .
Eddie ducks his head behind the easel, just in case Buck notices him, and racks his brain for how the hell to get out of his situation.
He curses himself for picking an easel across the room from the exit. There’s no way Buck won’t notice any attempt to escape.
He’s stuck.
All he can do is draw his naked best friend and hope Buck never notices him. Then he can make a run for it and never, ever come to another class.
He peers over the top of his sheet of paper.
Yup. Buck is still there, naked
He looks around and starts to notice the rest of the room hard at work, the air filled with the sound of pencils scratching against paper. Hazel is on the far side of the room, her hands clasped behind her back as she begins to walk around the room to view everyone’s progress.
Eddie looks back at his white empty sheet and curses.
Okay. Okay, he can do this.
His eyes are drawn to Buck’s broad shoulders, his posture relaxed despite all the eyes on him in his naked state. Eddie’s eyes trail over the definition of the muscles in his back and shoulders, an area he’s enjoyed watching Buck work on in the firehouse gym. His gaze keeps moving south until he takes in the globes of his buttocks, the flesh pressing into the wooden bench, and he can’t help but wonder what those drawing Buck from the front are seeing.
Okay, he knows exactly what they are seeing. Considering they’ve worked together in a firehouse for nearly eight years with glass changing rooms, he’s not oblivious to Buck’s…natural gift. Not that he’s had a proper look, you try to be respectful in those situations, averting your eyes as quickly as possible.
He brings his broken pencil to the paper like he knows what he’s doing and makes an attempt at drawing the rough outline of Buck’s body. He’s huffing at how long Buck’s neck seems to be in proportion to his body when Hazel appears out of nowhere and stands behind him.
“Hmm,” She hums softly as she carefully considers his work. “If you’re struggling with dimensions, try holding your pencil at arm's length and close one eye” As she explains she shows him with a spare pencil. “Just align the pencil with the object you're measuring. Then, move your thumb along the pencil to mark the length, see?”
He copies her and she smiles “Perfect, I knew you’d be a natural at this Mr Diaz, or would you prefer I call you Eddie?”
Fuck.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Buck’s head snap towards him, doing a double take. There are grumbles from the other students about the model moving and Buck’s head jerks sharply back into his position, his eyes a little wider and his shoulders a lot more tense than before.
Shit.
He mumbles something to Hazel who doesn’t seem to notice the state of panic he’s now in and moves to the neighbouring easel. Meanwhile, Eddie pressed his broken pencil to the paper so hard the lead breaks. After that, he tries his best to draw enough to not attract attention from Hazel, counting down the minutes until he can get the hell out of there and pretend this never happened. Every time he looks up at the clock, he swears the minute hand has barely moved.
Eventually, Hazel asks them all to put their pencils down and Buck is allowed to pick up his robe, wrap it around himself and disappear into the side room. All hopes of escaping before Buck are dashed when Hazel keeps them an extra ten minutes to review everyone else’s work.
By the time he gets out of there and into the fresh air, there’s only a brief reprieve before he walks up to his car to find Buck leaning against the driver’s side door.
He stops in front of Buck and the two of them stare at each other for a long moment.
“So, uh, this is awkward,” Buck finally breaks the silence.
“Tell me about it,” Eddie winces.
“To be honest, this was the last place I expected to bump into you.”
“Likewise,” Eddie returns. “How the hell did you end up modelling naked for a community college?”
“Hazel’s husband is a firefighter at the fifty-nine. I owed him a favour.” Buck explains. “Her usual model had to drop out suddenly and he called me.”
“Huh.”
“It’s kind of freeing actually…up until, uh, you know.” Buck waves his hand in Eddie’s direction.
“Sorry about that.”
“How did you end up here, Eddie? Never knew life drawing was your thing.”
“It’s really not,” Eddie scoffs. “Frank suggested I take an art class for relaxation, part of my therapy. This was the only class that had availability.”
Buck is silent for a moment, though Eddie can tell his mind is whirring. “It’s gonna help you? Doing this class?”
Eddie is slightly taken aback by the question. “I don’t know,” He answers honestly. “Certainly didn’t feel relaxed today.”
Buck huffs out a laugh.
“But it might,” Eddie continues softly, “I’m hopeful.”
“Okay then.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, “Okay then what?”
“Well, sounds like we’re both doing this thing,” Buck shrugs. “I can’t back out on my favour, and you have a class to complete.”
“It won’t be weird?”
“Weirder than it already is?” Buck checks.
“Well, I didn’t exactly see a lot from my position,” Eddie responds, warmth filling his cheeks.
“You’ve seen me naked before,” Buck reminds him.
“This is very different,” Eddie argues. “But hey, we can work around it , right? I don’t have to choose a spot that’s going to give me-” He doesn’t know how to say it.
“A full frontal view?” There’s a sparkle in Buck’s eye as he answers.
Eddie nods awkwardly. “Okay fine, but no one can know about this.”
Buck grimaces. “Like I want Chimney and Hen finding out about this? No, thanks.”
Afterwards, they get in their own cars, make their way separately to work and pretend like nothing happened. Somehow, despite the image seared into Eddie’s brain of Buck’s naked body, they’re able to keep everyone in the dark. He even manages to fool himself, forgetting all about their agreement until Tuesday rolls around again and he’s back in that parking lot, afraid to walk inside. However this time, it’s not the fear of the unknown stopping him, it’s the fear of knowing exactly what’s in that building that terrifies him.
Steeling himself, he plucks up the courage he knows he has somewhere deep down, and walks inside.
Hazel greets him warmly, gestures towards the available easels and another large blank piece of paper, and leaves him to it.
There are no pencils this time, instead there are thick, black sticks of what looks like charcoal. When everyone has arrived, Hazel spends a few moments explaining how to get the best out of the charcoal and encourages them to be more abstract in their drawings, before she calls for Buck to join them.
Eddie doesn’t miss Buck’s arrival this time. As Buck steps out in his cloth robe, his eyes search the room for Eddie and their eyes meet briefly before Buck turns to face the other way.
He holds his breath as Buck unties the belt and lets the robe slip from his bare shoulders. There’s no bench for him to sit on this time so Buck stays standing, feet slightly apart, hands on his hips. His mouth goes a little dry at the sight of Buck’s ass on full display, firm but round with dimples that Eddie daydreams about licking.
“Now, we’re going to do things a little differently today. You’re only going to have ten minutes to draw the view you have before E takes another position, you’re going to have to draw fast, rely on your instincts. I don't want details, I want to see drama, movement, and shape.”
Eddie picks up the charcoal, noticing how his fingers immediately turn black from the material. Slowly, with a steadying breath, he brings the stick to the paper and swipes it down fast. It produces interesting results and he repeats the action until what’s on the paper looks somewhat like a body.
“Good, good!” Hazel encourages from behind him. “Be bolder with your strokes, go harder.”
“I’d like to stroke him harder,” The young woman at the easel next to him mutters under her breath.
Eddie’s face heats up.
Ten minutes fly by and Eddie almost jumps when Hazel claps her hands together.
“Alright, class! Everyone take a new piece of paper. E, new position please, turn around, arms folded across your chest.”
Eddie can only stare dumbly as Buck turns to face him. Their hope of Eddie only drawing him from behind is dashed. It was a stupid idea, really. Buck’s eyes meet his again momentarily, silently conveying exactly what Eddie is also feeling, before Hazel requests he drop his head down.
It’s a relief that Buck can’t see him in this position, because Eddie stares. Hard.
He drinks in every inch of Buck like he’s a tall glass of water and Eddie’s severely dehydrated.
Licking his lips, he ignores the ticking clock and instead lets his eyes drift over Buck’s naked form. The firm chest Eddie imagines pressed up against his, the strong arms that could hold him down easily and then there’s the V of the hips that guide his eyes like an arrow down to Buck’s cock, thick and imposing, even when soft.
He feels himself hardening in his denim and quickly tries to think of something other than his naked best friend (and crush) in front of him to calm down.
He’s not sure he’s going to be able to look Buck in the eye after this.
Somehow, he manages to produce some drawings by the end of the session, and he’s even more surprised when Hazel compliments his use of negative space. He nods along at her feedback and is surprised when a couple of other classmates also compliment his artwork.
Once again, Buck is allowed to disappear before the rest of the class, but this time, Buck isn’t waiting for him beside his car. The only acknowledgement of what happened is a brief shared look in the changing rooms at work a few hours later. Eddie’s eyes flick down at Buck’s bare chest knowingly and Buck hides his smile behind the locker door.
Considering how difficult it seems to be to keep a secret at work, so far the team are none the wiser about Buck and Eddie’s Tuesday morning extracurricular. Although, Eddie nearly slips up on shift when a conversation about tattoos leads to him revealing his intimate knowledge of Buck’s ass.
Chimney raised an eyebrow at Eddie before meeting Hen’s curious expression. “And how do you know Buck doesn’t have a butt tattoo, Edmundo ?”
Thinking fast, Eddie rolls his eyes. “Who hasn’t seen Buck’s ass, glass changing rooms remember?”
“Yeah,” Chimney frowns. “Someone should really do something about that.”
The conversation moves on and Eddie relaxes back into his chair in relief.
He finds it strange, however, that even outside of work, they don’t seem to talk about it. Buck follows him home on Friday after their shift like he usually does, to play video games with Chris, eat all of Eddie’s leftover enchiladas and drink his beer like nothing is different. He expects Buck to say something after Chris goes to bed, when he’s had enough beers to loosen his lips. But no.
Eddie stares at the way Buck’s lips wrap around the mouth of his beer bottle, and gulps. He finds himself wondering what it would be like to be up close and personal with Buck’s lips. Not to kiss them, though God knows he wants to kiss those lips. No, there’s a new part of him that wants to draw them.
He gets his chance just a few days later. Hazel tells them all to focus on one aspect of E’s body and spend the entire session drawing it in as much detail as possible. Looking at some of the other easels, he sees someone has chosen his birthmark and another his hands. Of course, Eddie picks his lips. He has pastels this week, too, so he chooses all the reds and peaches and pinks, and uses his thumb to blend the colors together.
He realizes, at the end of the session when it’s his turn to show off what he’s been working on, that he’s actually beginning to enjoy this. There are oohs and aahs from the others, and Hazel nods in approval. He turns back to look at Buck’s lips, brought to life by him, and he feels proud of his achievement. Before work starts, Eddie stops by an art store and buys his own set of pastels, a thick sketch pad, and a few other bits of equipment.
By the fourth session, the shock factor of Buck’s nakedness has worn off enough to be able to focus on his art. Hazel comes over regularly, making suggestions with gentle encouragement. He sees his drawing turn from shapes and blobs to form and figure. There’s shade and texture and depth in his drawings. He stares at his own work and can’t believe that it was him that created it. It almost makes him want to show Buck, who always disappears before the end of class, never staying long enough to see the end product.
The last three sessions, Hazel explains at the end of the fifth class, will be used to draw one final picture, using everything they’ve learnt. Three whole hours to draw the model in detail. Eddie can’t wait. In between calls, he studies Buck’s features, taking in as much detail as possible and mentally planning exactly how he’d like to capture every single facet. Of course, he’s caught in the act by Buck who sends him a questioning look. As usual, they don’t talk about it, so Eddie just shakes his head and waves him off.
He’s so excited to get started on his final piece that he arrives a little earlier than normal to set up his easel just the way he wants it. The downside to arriving early, he soon discovers, is that two of the younger students seem to enjoy using the time to talk about what they’d like Buck to do to them, in some detail.
“God, I bet E knows how to use his tongue.”
Eddie almost chokes on his own tongue as he eavesdrops.
“He’s so fucking hot,” The other one agrees. “Life models are never this hot.”
“I just wish he would stick around after class ends, I would like to get a private session with him, if you know what I mean.”
Eddie grits his teeth. He hates the way they’re talking about Buck, like he’s just a piece of meat. He can’t help but feel smug, knowing that Buck would never go near these women. They’ll never know that ‘E’ spends his nights at Eddie’s house, that he’s in Eddie’s will, that he knows ‘E’ like no one else in the world.
“You know what’s hot? That scar above his eye, wonder how he got it”
“It’s a birthmark,” Eddie blurts out before he even realizes what he’s doing. Shit.
Both women look over at him suspiciously.
“I assume,” He quickly adds. “Looks like one.”
Luckily, Hazel appears a moment later and the class begins, saving him from any further explanations or awkwardness. Following their overheard conversation, Eddie can’t help looking over at the pair now and again during the session. They’re practically drooling over Buck and it leaves Eddie distracted and frustrated. He’s much further behind in his piece than he would like to be and then struggles to catch up in the penultimate class. He’s only managed to finish Buck’s head and chest, the rest of his body still in draft lines.
Buck seems to sense something is wrong when Eddie and Chris are over for dinner a few nights later.
“You want to talk about it?” Buck asks softly so young ears can’t listen in. They don’t have to worry, Chris is sacked out on the couch, dead to the world.
“Hmmm?”
“I can hear you huffing and puffing behind that easel, y’know.”
“Oh,” Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that—considering their complete lack of acknowledgement up to this point.
“It’s fine, really, just trying to get the proportions right can be tricky.”
“My proportions ?” Buck replies, knowingly. “I didn’t realize they would be so…hard.”
“Oh God,” Eddie’s eyes flick up to the ceiling like he’s praying for someone to get him out of this conversation. “Please stop now.”
Buck chuckles, the sound so low Eddie can almost feel the vibrations hit his chest. Suddenly the room feels ten degrees warmer. Only one more class to go, he reminds himself.
“I should get Chris home, school in the morning,” He quickly changes the subject.
The final life drawing class is bittersweet. On one hand, Eddie has discovered a new hobby he enjoys and is actually not bad at, on the other, the awkwardness of staring at his naked best friend who he’s in love with will finally be over.
It feels like the hour passes by in the blink of an eye. One minute Buck is dropping his robe, flashing all that pale skin and getting into position and the next Hazel is telling everyone to put their pencils down.
Despite Hazel’s positive comments towards his final piece, Eddie is unhappy with it. He didn’t manage to finish the whole bottom half and as he compares his work to some of the others in the room, he wishes he could have had more time. Before he leaves for the last time, all his work from the past eight weeks carefully rolled up and tucked under his arm, he passes by the administration office and collects some information about other upcoming classes.
He doesn’t exactly know what to do with his drawings when he gets home. He certainly can’t leave them anywhere Chris could find them. That’s a conversation he’s not willing to have. With not much time before he needs to leave the house again, he temporarily chucks them in the closet, where they stay for the next few weeks, out of sight, out of mind.
It’s the only explanation for how Eddie manages to completely forget about them.
Eddie hears a loud pop followed by a series of curse words he’s glad Christopher isn’t there to overhear. His eyes widen in astonishment as he heads in the direction of the cursing, only to find Buck standing in the middle of his kitchen, a jar of what had been marinara sauce in one hand, the contents of which is now splattered down Buck’s shirt and across most of the surfaces. It looks like something out of a crime show, or that one call they had involving an Italian chef and a pressure cooker.
Buck’s bottom lip curls into a pout and he stares back at Eddie with those sad puppy dog eyes that Eddie is unable to resist.
“The jar exploded,” He explains pitifully.
Eddie has to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing. “Okay, alright, go get cleaned up, I’ll sort this out.”
Buck’s eyes flick down to his soiled shirt and then back up at Eddie. “Can I borrow a shirt?”
“Should be some clean ones hanging up in the closet,” Eddie confirms.
It takes him a while to clean up the mess, splatters of sauce decorating the floor and countertops, and one particularly impressive one even reaching the ceiling. He hears the water running in the bathroom, Buck likely trying to rinse the worst of the stains from his shirt, and then bare feet padding across the hallway to his bedroom.
Buck is gone long enough for Eddie to finish mopping up and by the time he returns Eddie is ringing out the cloth, double-checking for any spots he's missed.
He turns to find Buck frozen in the doorway, a familiar stack of paper in his hands.
“Are these what I think they are?”
Eddie nods. “You found them,” He states the obvious.
“They were just on the shelf in the closet, I didn’t go digging around,” Buck replies a little defensively.
“I know,” Eddie says quickly. “I forgot they were there, it’s been a busy couple of weeks.”
“Can I look at them?”
It’s then that Eddie realizes the artwork is still rolled up, an elastic band holding it all together. Buck hasn’t looked.
“You really want to?”
Buck shrugs. “Didn’t see anyone’s drawings whilst I was modeling I’m kinda curious.”
Eddie knows that if he said no, Buck would put the drawings back where he found them and that would be the end of the conversation, but he doesn’t. It’s a vulnerable thing, showing someone something you’ve created. But then so is standing naked in the middle of a room for a bunch of strangers and your best friend. If Buck can do that, then he can do this.
“Yeah, okay,” He answers quietly.
Buck finally steps into the room, slips the elastic band off and spreads Eddie’s artwork across the kitchen table. Eddie sees the drawing he did in week one, with Buck’s extra long neck and some poor attempts at shading. There are his charcoal drawings, slightly abstract, but striking nonetheless, and his pastel pieces, where things really started to click for Eddie.
Buck handles the artwork reverently, his fingertips trailing lightly across the drawings, tracing the outline of his body.
“Wow, Eds,” Buck exhales. “You’re good.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” He jokes.
“Seriously, you didn’t know you could draw?”
“Wasn’t like there was much opportunity when I was a kid. I was too busy playing sports and looking after my sisters, and next thing you know I was off to basic training, y’know?”
Buck nods. He pushes the top sheet away to reveal Eddie’s final piece. He worked for three long sessions on it but it’s obvious that he ran out of time. Buck notices too.
“You didn’t finish?”
“I tried to do too much,” Eddie sighs, letting out his frustration. “It’s fine, there’s not much I can do about it now.”
Buck frowns. “Why not?”
“The life-drawing course is over?” Eddie reminds him.
“Do you want to finish it?”
“Well yeah.”
“Then what’s stopping you, you have access to the model after all.”
Not as much access as Eddie would like.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Well? Why not? I think we’re both used to me standing in front of you naked by now. I don’t mind.”
“Seriously? You would do that?”
“Eddie, when are you gonna get it into your thick skull? There’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.”
Buck says it so casually, already returning to the stove to salvage their dinner, but Eddie’s heart stutters and all he can do is stand there and want things he can’t have.
They don’t do it that evening. Buck insists natural lighting will be better and they find a time to do it before work one morning after Carla takes Chris to school. Of course, the first suitable morning happens to be a Tuesday.
Buck arrives at the house just a few minutes after Carla’s car disappears around the corner, almost as if Buck had been waiting down the street for her to leave. He lets himself in, the way he almost always does, a box of pastries and two coffees from Eddie’s favorite coffee shop in his hands.
“Ready for your private life drawing class?” He asks, a little too cheerfully.
“Are you sure this isn’t weird?” Eddie feels the need to ask. It’s one thing going to a community college, it’s another thing having Buck standing naked in his living room. He might not be able to look at the room the same way without thinking about this moment.
“Just shut up, eat your Danish and let me take my pants off, Diaz.”
Eddie sticks the offered pastry in his mouth before he can say something he regrets, his self-control being tested to the absolute limit.
They drink their coffees and polish off the pastries as Eddie finishes setting up his drawing materials. When there’s nothing left to put off, his eyes flick up at Buck.
“Are you, uh, gonna undress here or…”
“Oh,” Buck looks surprised, like he hadn’t thought about it. “Your bedroom?” He suggests.
Eddie surprises a groan at the thought of Buck undressing in his room. “Yeah,” He croaks out instead. “Good idea.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Eddie can only sit there and wait, mind and pulse both racing. When Buck does appear, Eddie’s not prepared at all. In class, Buck appeared in a cotton robe, got into position and then let the robe drop to his feet. Here, in his house, Buck walks out of Eddie’s own bedroom naked, his soft cock swaying gently as he heads towards Eddie.
His mouth goes dry. You would think after all the time he’s spent staring at Buck’s naked body he’d be used to it by now. He really isn’t.
Buck stops a few feet away, putting himself back into the same pose as class, his back straight, shoulders back, feet apart and arms by his sides.
“Ready?” Eddie checks.
“Mmhm,” Buck confirms. “You?”
Not in the slightest, he thinks, biting his tongue. Instead, he nods and picks up his pencil. He brings it to the half-finished drawing and thinks for a moment about how best to continue. Just as he’s about to make a start, a familiar sound breaks the silence.
Eddie’s eyes widen and snap to Buck’s.
That’s the front door.
Shit.
Buck runs, his feet slapping hard against the wooden floor as he dashes across the room, disappearing down the corridor just as the front door opens. Eddie barely hears his bedroom door slam shut over the sound of his heart thudding in his chest.
Carla and Christopher have no idea what they nearly walked into.
“Wh-what are you guys doing back?” He asks, quickly rolling up his art and tucking it out of sight.
“Well, wouldn’t you know it, we got all the way to school to discover some burst pipes had flooded the place, they sent everyone home immediately. But don’t worry, I know you’ve got work in a few hours, I can keep an eye on him.” Carla explains.
“Oh, good, that’s good,” He stands up and wipes his suddenly sweaty hands on his pants. His eyes flick to the bedroom door, still closed.
“Is that Buckaroo’s car I spied outside?”
Shit.
“Uh, yeah, he brought breakfast.”
“Where is he?” Chris asks as he reaches into the pastry box, Eddie too distracted to stop him from taking the last Danish.
“He’s, uh, he’s in my room.”
Carla arches an eyebrow suspiciously. Whilst his son might be oblivious to Eddie’s nervousness, Carla begins to pick up on it. “What’s he doing in your room?”
Good question.
“Um, he had a call, wanted some privacy,” He answers quickly.
“Uh-huh,” Carla doesn’t question it, but there’s still skepticism in her eyes.
Buck doesn’t come out of the bedroom until Chris has almost finished the Danish, pastry flakes down his shirt and icing all around his mouth.
“Sorry about that,” Buck says as he emerges. “Spilt coffee down my shirt, wanted to change.”
Fuck.
“Is that right?” Carla’s eyes narrow and slide back over to meet Eddie’s. She knows something’s up.
This was a terrible idea.
Buck suggests they try again, but Eddie has had enough. His son nearly walking in on them was too close of a call for his liking. He says thanks but no thanks and makes peace with the fact that his drawing will stay unfinished.
He thinks that’s the end of it, but then he’s invited over to Buck’s for lunch a week later and he walks into the loft to discover an easel set up in the middle of the open-plan living area.
“What’s this?”
As he steps closer, he notices the new drawing supplies on a small table beside the easel.
“It’s for you,” Buck says cautiously.
“Yeah?”
“It folds up neatly so you can store it away when you’re not using it.”
“This is…” Eddie steps up to the easel. “Thank you.”
“I have one more surprise.”
Buck disappears briefly and when he returns, he’s holding a familiar piece of paper.
“How? When?” Eddie splutters.
Buck looks back at him guiltily. “The other night, I might have stolen it when you were putting Chris to bed, stashed it in my car.”
“Buck-” Eddie realizes where he’s going with this now.
“I know you didn’t want to try this again, but look, you’re the only one with an extra key to my place so no one’s gonna bust in, I’ll even lock the door. We’ve got all day so I can be naked for you as long as you want.”
Buck has no idea what those words do to Eddie.
“Yes please,” He blurts out before he even realizes what he’s saying. “To the drawing,” He quickly clarifies as his cheeks flush. “Yes, to the drawing.”
“I knew you’d come around,” Buck grins. “Okay, you get set up, I’ll get the door!” He heads for it and Eddie hears the click of the lock shifting into place as he unravels his drawing and tapes it to the easel to keep it flat.
Buck returns a moment later and Eddie’s eyes flick up over the top of the easel in time to watch his friend grip the hem of his t-shirt and lift it up over his head in one swift move. He exhales heavily as the t-shirt is flung somewhere and it feels like Eddie is watching his own private striptease—emphasis on the tease.
Eddie stands frozen to the spot, mouth as dry as the Mojave desert as Buck then unbuckles his belt, frustratingly slow, flicks open the button on his jeans and lowers his fly. The small part of his brain still functioning, questions why on earth Buck has chosen to undress in front of him. Maybe it’s because he’s in his own home, or that he’s done this enough times now to feel comfortable. Whatever the reason, Eddie isn’t complaining.
He has two immediate thoughts as Buck pushes his jeans down his legs and kicks them off. The first is that this might be the point of no return for their friendship and the second is that Buck isn’t wearing any underwear. Buck was going fucking commando . Was this the first time? Has he ever gone commando over at Eddie’s?
He’s so busy thinking about it that he doesn’t notice that Buck is now completely naked and in position, waiting for Eddie to begin. He does his best to recover, drawing on every ounce of composure he has, and flashes a smile back at Buck in an attempt to look unbothered by what just occurred. He drops down into the chair Buck has left for him and hopes he can’t see the effect his body is having on Eddie’s.
Somehow, he’s able to compartmentalize his desire temporarily and focus back on his drawing. Despite his reservations about these private drawing sessions, he does want to finish it. He hates leaving things incomplete.
He draws for a good ten minutes in silence before a realization hits him and he laughs softly.
“What’s so funny?” Buck asks.
“We’re so used to doing this silently that we forgot that we can talk now.”
Buck smiles in understanding. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know, anything. I just like listening to you talk,” Eddie admits softly. He worries he’s revealed too much with the admission, but Buck’s cheeks pink up and he immediately goes on a tangent about the book he’s reading at the moment all about animal navigation.
“It’s crazy if you think about it, ants and bees navigate using patterns of light invisible to humans, so many different animals use the Earth's magnetic field, oh, and get this, dung beetles steer by the light of the Milky Way, can you believe that?”
Buck lights up as he speaks, his passion visible from space. In another life, Eddie wonders if Buck might have become a teacher. He loves to share his knowledge and he’s so good with kids. Knowing that he gets to see this side of Buck, so open and bright and expressive, leaves his belly warm and fluttery. No one else in the drawing class ever got to see this Buck. To them, he was just E . This is all Buck and this is just for him.
With Buck keeping him entertained, he finishes a large chunk of the drawing in no time. Unfortunately, it means he has to begin the part of the drawing he’s been putting off. There’s no avoiding it now. It's time to tackle Buck’s… tackle .
Of course, this means studying it in detail. Something he’s been avoiding as much as possible. He doesn’t want to come across as creepy, just staring down at his best friend’s dick. His eyes flick down to between Buck’s legs. There’s a reason for the nickname ‘Firehose’. Buck is long and thick enough that Eddie wonders if he would be able to grasp it all in one hand.
The longer he looks, the more he notices. Like the way his cock curves slightly, the pinkness of the tip compared to the rest, and the bulging vein down the length that Eddie would very much like to trace with his tongue. Eddie’s not sure he can do Buck’s dick justice, but he tries his best.
The last major section of the drawing to finish is Buck’s legs, and despite Eddie thinking it would be an easy job, they’re anything but. He struggles at first with the dimensions, trying to accurately portray Buck’s long-ass legs and then, when he’s finally happy with that, he gets stuck trying to draw a large scar Buck has on his thigh, a burn from a bad apartment fire a few years ago. Nothing he tries works, it doesn’t look right at all.
He lets out a huff of frustration.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your thigh scar, I just can’t get it right, the texture looks odd,” He grabs the eraser and rubs out the third attempt.
“You know what might help?”
“What’s that?”
Buck doesn’t immediately answer and Eddie is startled when Buck walks towards him.
“What are you-”
Buck stops right in front of Eddie, his eyes now level with Buck’s dick. He’s close enough that Eddie could lean in and take Buck’s cock in his mouth with ease if he wanted to. He wants to so badly.
“Give me your hand.”
“What?” Suddenly there’s an alarm going off in Eddie’s brain. What on earth is Buck doing?
“Give me your hand,” Buck repeats more firmly.
Slowly, Eddie lifts his right hand and offers it to Buck who then guides his hand to the scar in question. Eddie’s breath hitches as his fingertips make contact with the warm, bumpy skin.
“Maybe if you knew what it felt like, you’d find it easier to draw,” Buck explains.
He removes his hand, letting Eddie explore on his own. Eddie’s touch is tentative at first, not used to such intimate contact with Buck’s body. But Buck is relaxed and it gives Eddie the courage to spread out his fingers, and swipe his thumb across Buck’s thigh to feel the difference between the soft unmarked skin and the scar.
With his hand now splayed out across Buck’s thigh, Eddie looks up to meet Buck’s eyes. The air suddenly feels thick like soup and despite sitting down, he feels unsteady, like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff.
“ Buck, ” He croaks out.
He can’t do this anymore. He can’t pretend he’s not completely besotted. He can’t pretend that having Buck’s naked body so close doesn’t affect him. He’s not strong enough. So he pleads to Buck to put him out of his misery.
“ Please. ”
Buck doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t pull away either. He keeps his eyes locked on Eddie’s, open and hopeful. It’s almost like he’s waiting for Eddie.
Slowly, finding the courage he’s been trying to find for weeks, he slides his hand around and up, cupping the back of Buck’s thigh, holding him in place just under his ass. In response, Buck lets out a soft exhale, the sound sending shivers down Eddie’s spine.
Feeling braver, Eddie tugs on the back of Buck’s thigh, silently directing Buck forward. Buck does as he’s told without question, shifting closer until he has one leg on either side of Eddie’s. Eddie’s mouth is now a whisper away from Buck’s steadily filling cock. He knows he’s close enough for Buck to feel his warm breath against his length.
“Eds,” Buck finally speaks. It’s his turn to beg.
Eddie makes him wait, savoring the moment as Buck's cock grows to stand at attention, the pink tip turning a darker hue and the whole length growing another inch or so. His mouth waters at the sight.
As he finally leans in, Buck’s breath hitches loudly, followed by a frustrated groan when Eddie diverts to Buck’s thigh, pressing his lips to the scar first. He continues pressing long kisses to Buck’s thigh, inching closer and closer to Buck’s now rock-hard cock. With each kiss, Eddie’s eyes flick up to meet Buck’s, now dark with desire, waiting for permission.
The corner of Buck’s lips curl up and he nods jerkily. Eddie matches his smile, returns his eyes to his target straight ahead and slowly takes the head of Buck’s cock into his mouth. It weighs heavy on Eddie’s tongue and he can’t help but moan around the fullness.
“Oh fuck, Eds.”
Buck’s hand goes to the back of Eddie’s head, his fingers sliding through Eddie’s hair to guide him slowly forward. Understanding what Buck needs, he gradually takes more of Buck’s cock into his mouth. Despite his lack of experience in giving blow jobs, he’s been on the receiving end of enough to know what Buck might like and once he’s taken in as much as possible, he pulls back, the tip of his tongue swirling around the soft skin and then up across the slit. The salty taste of pre-cum hits his tongue and he’s instantly addicted to it.
Gaining confidence, Eddie reaches up and grasps the thick base of Buck’s cock, producing another stuttering breath out of Buck. As he predicted, his fingers can’t grasp it all at once. The thought of what Buck could do to him with this cock makes his own dick jerk in his pants. As he jerks Buck at the base, he swallows him down again until his lips meet his fist. Meanwhile, his hand, still curled around the back of Buck’s thigh, slips up higher to grab Buck’s ass cheek tightly, his fingertips just dipping teasingly in between.
He quickly gets into a steady rhythm. Sinking down onto Buck’s cock as his fist slides up, pulling back and swiping his tongue across the head, lapping up precum each time. Throughout, Buck mutters curses, lets out breathy moans and digs his fingers a little firmer in Eddie’s hair. Even in a short amount of time, Eddie can sense how close Buck is. There’s a tautness to his thighs and his voice goes up an octave.
“Eddie…please, I’m-” He groans.
Despite his jaw beginning to ache, Eddie doesn’t stop. He takes Buck in a little deeper, swallows hard and begins jerking Buck a little faster, his spit helping his hand to glide up and down smoothly.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna-”
Buck warns him with enough time to let Eddie pull back if he wants. Instead, Eddie pulls back until just the head is in his mouth and sucks tightly until Buck is gasping. A moment later a burst of come hits Eddie’s tongue, followed by another and another. Eddie swallows greedily until it’s all too much for Buck and he lets out a whimper. Eddie releases Buck from his mouth and only has a moment to lick his wet lips before Buck drops himself down onto Eddie’s lap and presses their lips together in a steamy first kiss.
Knowing that Buck must be able to taste himself on his tongue has Eddie groaning into Buck’s mouth. He lets Buck roll his hips a few times, enjoying the friction against his constrained cock, desperate for his own release, but he doesn’t want to come in his pants like a teenager and eventually stills Buck’s grinding with both hands at his hips.
The kiss is fast at first, both of them experiencing the euphoria of a long-awaited first kiss, but then it begins to slow and they make out leisurely. Eddie’s hands roam across Buck’s back, sides and thighs whilst Buck’s cup Eddie’s face in turn. Eddie is well aware of Buck’s romantic history, so he’s not surprised that Buck knows how to fucking kiss. He controls the speed and pressure so they don’t tire too quickly, and knows exactly how much tongue to use to draw moans from Eddie.
Eddie can’t get enough of Buck’s lips either. After spending too much time staring at them from afar, wondering what they would feel like against his, what he would taste like, he can’t believe he now has intimate knowledge.
The long, languid kisses eventually turn into shorter pecks, Eddie unable to tear his lips away from Buck’s for too long and reluctantly, he pulls back just enough to meet Buck’s eyes. His pupils are still dark and dazed from the orgasm, but there’s something underneath that has Eddie suspicious. It’s more than just post-orgamic bliss. No, this is like the cat that ate the canary. This is gratification from a well-executed plan.
“Oh my God…the stripping? The touching? You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Eddie, you were taking far too long to get with the programme. Do you know how hard it was to stand naked in front of you week after week and not be hard?” Buck grins. He leans in close, pressing his lips to Eddie’s ear. “I rushed back to my jeep after every class and rubbed one out in the parking lot thinking about you.”
Eddie groans, long and low at the picture Buck draws for him. “You think torturing me is funny,” He jerks his hips up, his jeans rubbing up against Buck’s sensitive cock.
Bucks grins. “You should know that I stashed condoms and lube in the couch cushions.”
“Of course, you did,” Eddie chuckles.
“Alright, here’s how this is going to go.”
Eddie slides his hands down to cup the globes of Buck’s perfect ass. “I’m listening,” He responds, despite evidence to the contrary.
“You’re going to fuck me, on the couch, preferably until I can’t form complete sentences,” Buck pauses mid-speech to kiss Eddie. “And then, after we’ve eaten our body weight in food, we should talk.”
Talk should be a scary word. He should be fearful of the unknown, but there’s a warmth in Buck’s eyes and a hand cupping his cheek softly. They might have come together in a less-than-conventional way, but if Buck feels for him even a fraction of what Eddie feels for Buck, he knows their talk will be exactly what they need to start a new life together.
“Good plan,” He agrees.
“Now,” Buck reminds Eddie of exactly where things are headed by shifting on his lap. “I don’t know about you, but you’re way too overdressed for what’s about to happen next.”
Eddie laughs. “You think?”
“Oh, I see, you like this don’t you, me naked on your lap, you fully dressed?”
“It has its appeal,” Eddie answers slyly, pressing a wet kiss to Buck’s collarbone.
“Is it because-oh fuck.”
Buck cuts himself off with a curse, his eyes widening as Eddie stands up without warning, lifting Buck up with him, his hands digging into the meat of Buck’s thighs. Buck has to quickly wrap his legs around Eddie’s waist tightly to keep himself from falling. Buck isn’t light, he’s all legs and muscle, but the flush of pink in his cheeks tells Eddie Buck likes to be picked up.
He stores that information away for later.
It’s only a few steps from the chair to the couch, but Eddie goes slow, keeping eye contact with Buck the entire time. When his shins hit something solid, he does something else Buck doesn’t expect and drops him onto the cushions.
“What the fuck,” Buck bounces, taking a moment to right himself.
“It’s only fair,” Eddie explains, taking a few small steps back from the couch to give Buck a clear view. Buck looks confused for a moment but then Eddie reaches for the top button on his shirt and his expression morphs into understanding and his mouth falls open.
He undoes each button tantalizingly slow before letting the shirt fall from his shoulders. It slips down his arms and drops onto the floor almost silently.
Eddie tries not to think about the awkwardness of stripping for someone without any music and whilst being completely sober. Instead, he focuses on Buck, leaning back into the couch, legs slightly apart, his hands resting on his thighs, like he’s holding himself back from grasping his cock. Eddie wouldn’t mind if he did.
Shirtless, he brings his hands down to his belt buckle, flicking it open sharply and tugging at the leather belt with a flex of his bicep. It falls open and Buck’s eyes darken as Eddie begins inching his fly down and over the bulge in his boxers carefully. He considers drawing out the striptease a little longer, but he’s been on the edge since first Buck stripped off. He hooks his fingers underneath his boxers and pushes them and his jeans down his legs at the same time.
Shimmying out of your pants and yanking off your socks never looks particularly sexy, but he doesn’t have to worry. He’s pretty sure he could do the chicken dance in front of Buck and he’d say how hot it was. As soon as Eddie’s clothes are kicked away, Buck reaches out for him and Eddie goes willingly. As soon as Buck’s hand slips into his, Buck tugs him down onto the couch and immediately throws a leg over, straddling his thighs.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Buck mutters before bringing their lips back together in a searing kiss. It’s desperate, too, like Buck is thirsty and Eddie is an oasis in the desert. When the need for oxygen becomes too much, Buck starts kissing down Eddie’s jaw, sucking his earlobe into his mouth before continuing his journey down Eddie’s neck.
Eddie won’t be surprised to find a hickey there in the morning.
As much as he enjoyed having Buck naked on his lap whilst he was fully dressed, he has to admit he much prefers this. He can feel Buck’s hardening cock slide against his own neglected erection every time Buck rolls his hips.
Eddie’s hands tour Buck’s body once again, unable to get enough of the warm, smooth skin available to him. They slide up his taut thighs, over the plump ass cheeks, up his back and then round to the front, trailing lightly over his nipples before making the whole journey again.
“Stop teasing,” Buck growls, nipping at Eddie’s chin.
“Oh,” Eddie chuckles lightly. “But it’s okay for you to tease me?”
“I’m gonna explode if you don’t get inside me.”
“Says the guy who’s already had an orgasm.”
“ Eddie. ”
“Alright, alright,” He lets go of Buck, slides both hands down the back of the couch on either side of him and begins digging around. “Where did you stash the lube?”
“Hmm?” Buck hums, a little too focused on kissing Eddie’s neck to be of any use.
Eventually, without Buck’s help, Eddie’s hand finds a plastic bottle and he pulls it out triumphantly. Somehow, without really looking, he’s able to open the bottle and squeeze some of the silky liquid onto his fingers.
“Sit up?” He requests, and Buck rises onto his knees, giving Eddie the access he needs.
Eddie pauses for a moment, looking up at Buck in awe.
“I’ve dreamt about this, y’know”
“Fingering me open?” Buck jokes.
Eddie smiles. “Being intimate with you, no barriers, just us…naked, exposed, but safe.”
Buck doesn’t say anything back, but his hands immediately frame Eddie’s face and he ducks down to bring their lips together. He knows this is Buck’s way of telling Eddie he understands.
As they kiss, he reaches around and carefully slides his slick fingers down to where Buck’s hole is. The lube isn’t fully warmed up yet and Buck gasps into Eddie’s mouth at the sudden temperature change. Eddie doesn’t give him much time to get used to it, he presses firmly on the tight muscle, testing the opening and then starts rubbing it in slow, teasing, circles each time pushing a little bit harder until one finger breaches Buck’s hole.
“Oh fuck,” Buck mutters into his mouth.
His passage is hot and tight around Eddie’s finger and he pushes in as far as his hand will let him before sliding back out. He repeats this a few times, getting Buck used to the intrusion before bringing a second lubed finger up to the hole and thrusting back in with two. Buck is panting too hard to keep their lips connected as Eddie begins to properly stretch him open, his fingers twisting and scissoring inside Buck at a steady pace.
The angle is tricky, but Eddie eventually finds the small bundle of nerves that sets Buck alight, his spine straightening and his eyes rolling back into his skull. Glancing down briefly, Eddie groans at the sight of Buck’s hard cock, the head glistening with precum. Eddie can’t wait to have Buck’s cock in his mouth again.
Before Buck can even take a breath, Eddie is pressing in with three fingers. It’s a tight squeeze and Eddie knows Buck is feeling the stretch by the way his body trembles and the hitched exhale when Eddie pushes in as deep as he can go. He also can’t quite believe it, as he finger-fucks Buck, that this is actually happening. Never in a million years did he let himself believe he would get to have this. Now, the sounds of pleasure he is drawing out of Buck completely unravels Eddie.
“I’m ready,” Buck gasps, pushing back against the fingers inside him. “Please, I need you in me now.”
Eddie returns his hand down the back of the couch where he’d found the lube to retrieve the condom and makes the decision to slip it into Buck’s open hand. Buck understands what he’s asking and tears the packet open. As Eddie continues to thrust his fingers in and out of Buck, he feels Buck roll the condom down his cock, taking the opportunity to stroke his length a few times.
“Holy shit,” Eddie grits his teeth. The pleasure begins to build between his legs just from Buck’s hand on him. If they don’t move things along quickly, things might be over sooner than either of them would like.
“Okay okay,” It’s his turn to hurry things along and Buck huffs in amusement at the role reversal.
Eddie’s fingers slip out carefully and he reaches for his cock, spreading the rest of the lube over the length before wrapping a hand around the base to hold himself steady. After a couple of awkward attempts that drag on a little too long, Eddie finally feels the head of his cock line up with Buck’s hole. He looks up at the vision that is Buck, cheeks beautifully flushed, pupils dark with desire, lips kiss-swollen, and he waits.
He holds his breath as Buck begins to sink down, body weight doing most of the work. His hole is still tight, despite the prep and Buck stops every now and again to get used to the thick intrusion. He keeps going, taking Eddie deeper and deeper, his channel clamping around Eddie’s cock, hot and all-consuming.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Buck’s ass meets Eddie’s thighs and he rests there for a while, both of them taking in the overwhelming feeling of being so intimately connected.
“You feel so good,” Buck pants.
The air feels thick, like honey and his skin feels so hot he wouldn’t be surprised if he left hand-shaped burn marks on Buck’s shaking thighs.
“God, Buck, you feel amazing,” Eddie agrees.
Sitting impaled on Eddie’s lap still gives Buck some extra height, so he ducks down to kiss Eddie, though they’re both too far gone for anything more than both of them breathing hot and heavy into each other’s mouths.
Eddie’s not prepared for Buck to move and spits out a curse when he raises up until just the tip of Eddie’s cock is still inside before dropping back down again. The drop almost winds Eddie, but Buck doesn’t give him a chance to recover before he’s doing it again and again. Buck keeps things unpredictable. Sometimes he goes slow, drawing out the hike up so it’s frustratingly slow, and lowering back down at an equal pace. Other times he slams down hard as he fucks himself on Eddie’s cock with abandon.
Eddie does his best to help, his hands sliding up to grip Buck’s hips tightly so that he can help lift Buck up, but it’s clear Buck’s thighs are burning from the exertion and he shifts to resting back against Eddie’s thighs and rolling his hips slowly, keeping Eddie as deep as possible.
The more leisurely fucking allows them to breathe, take it all in. Eddie uses the opportunity to let his hands roam across Buck’s body once again, teasing Buck with brief strokes of his stiff cock between them and dipping down behind to feel where his cock is filling Buck. Meanwhile, Buck’s hand has slipped around to cup the back of Eddie’s neck, holding him in pace. He drops his head enough to press his lips to Eddie’s ear and whispers the dirtiest things Eddie has ever heard.
“You’re so deep inside me Eddie, God, I can feel you in my throat.”
The words send a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “Yeah?” He gasps back.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Buck’s hips roll faster and Eddie can’t get enough of the walls of Buck’s passage massaging his cock with each undulation. “Want you to take me Eddie, ruin me, fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”
It’s like Buck can read his mind. Eddie’s been holding back, letting Buck set the pace, but his heart gallops in his chest at the prospect of more. He wants to be greedy, wants to take everything Buck has to give and then take even more.
“You want that?” He double-checks.
“Do it, please,” Buck sighs.
He doesn’t have to hold back anymore, not with Buck’s whole-hearted permission.
Without any warning Eddie pushes Buck sideways, his cock slipping out as Buck lands on the couch cushions, gasping loudly in shock at the sudden movement. He lands on his side which is perfect for what Eddie has planned. Without missing a beat, he grabs hold of Buck, manhandling him roughly into position, straddling one leg whilst forcing the other up and over his right shoulder, spreading Buck wide. Buck has zero leverage from this position and all he can do is lie there and let Eddie do what he likes.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Buck draws out, his back arching almost painfully as Eddie re-enters Buck. He enters slow and steady, Buck’s spread legs giving Eddie that little extra depth. He drives in so deep Buck’s thigh is pressed up against Eddie’s belly and Buck’s eyes roll back in his head. Holding Buck’s leg and hip for leverage, Eddie rears back and thrusts sharply into him, drawing a sob from his open, panting mouth.
“More,” Buck demands.
Despite Eddie trying to be the one in charge, he does as he’s told, pulling out and driving back in a little harder.
“Oh fuck, yes, you always know what I need, Eds.”
“If you’re still talking in full sentences, I’m doing something wrong.”
Buck grins. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Determined to wipe that smile off Buck’s face, Eddie readjusts his grip on Buck and starts a steady rhythm fucking into Buck with long firm strokes. He waits for Buck to get used to the pace before slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts and revels in the sounds he draws out of Buck with each drive of his hips, and each squeeze of his ass to push in as deep as possible each time.
There’s nothing Buck can do but take it and he takes it well, accepting Eddie’s cock again and again like he was made for it. His thrusts become rough and erratic as the pleasure building in Eddie’s groin builds. Eddie pushes harder and faster, driving Buck’s whole body forward until his head almost hangs off the edge of the couch, his throat taught.
Eddie wants to bite it.
Instead, he focuses on getting them both to come. With a slight angle change, he manages to hit Buck’s prostate head on and Buck’s moaning turns to a long drawn-out whine. Buck reaches down for his neglected cock but Eddie spots it and bats Buck’s hand away.
“ Mine, ” He grows possessively and grasps Buck’s cock, timing his jerks with his thrusts.
It’s all too much for Buck. The combination of Eddie’s cock nudging his prostate over and over coupled with the tight grip on his dick is enough to send him over the edge.
“Eddie…” Buck exhales, his whole body tensing as he reaches his peak. “Love this…love you.”
Eddie’s whole body jerks unexpectedly at the admission. Deep down he knows it, but it’s another thing hearing it in the throes of passion. He doesn’t stop fucking Buck as ropes of come spurt out of his dick, over his hand and onto the couch below.
As his orgasm subsides, Buck sags into the cushions, his whole body loose and heavy as he continues to take what Eddie is giving him. Eddie’s close now, too, a tightening coil of pleasure drawing closer and closer to the surface. He hitches Buck’s slack leg back into place on his shoulder and drops his torso down over Buck stretching him wider than is probably comfortable. Buck doesn’t react, too blissed out to do more than reach out for Eddie, desperate for contact. One hand slides down Eddie’s back whilst the other grips his bicep tightly.
“C’mon,” Buck murmurs, blinking at him slowly. “Your turn.”
From this position, all he can manage is short sharp hip jerks, rutting up into Buck. Somehow, Buck is aware enough to squeeze around Eddie’s dick every time he pushes in and it’s enough to send Eddie over the edge.
“I’m-” Is all he manages to get out before he’s spilling into the condom, cock pulsing deep inside Buck.
With each wave of pleasure comes fireworks and a rush of endorphins that makes him light-headed. Dazed, Eddie slips out of Buck and collapses onto the couch beside him before everything goes dark.
When his eyes open again, he doesn’t know how much time has passed, his limbs feel heavy like lead weights and he shivers when he realizes there’s nothing but a thin blanket across his waist.
It takes a few moments to realize where he is and what precedes him waking up. He smiles at the memory of mindblowing sex and then frowns as he realizes Buck is no longer next to him. He looks around the room and finally, his eyes land on Buck, sitting in the armchair naked, a sketchpad propped up on one of the arms.
“Hey,” He greets Buck, his voice croaky.
“Look who's back in the land of the living,” Buck smiles back. “You weren’t out long,” He reassures Eddie, before adding, “You were to supposed to fuck my brains out by the way, not your own.”
“Very funny,” His eyes are drawn back to the sketchpad, and the pencil he sees in Buck’s hand. “What are you doing?”
“Well, you got to draw me naked, I thought it’s only fair that I got to have a go.”
Eddie sits up, twisting his body around to face Buck and bringing the blanket over his shoulders.
“Let’s see it then.”
“What?”
“Your drawing.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Eddie arches an eyebrow. “Haven’t we already done that?”
Buck barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess we have.”
Eddie jerks his head towards the easel. “You didn’t have a peek whilst I was out?”
Buck shakes his head.
“Alright.”
Eddie stands up, letting the blanket fall from his body. He’s slightly unsteady on his feet at first, his thighs weak from exertion, but after a few seconds, he’s stable enough to pad over to the easel. He’s reminded, as he stares at the scar he had so much trouble with, that this drawing is the reason he and Buck finally got together. If it wasn’t so graphic he might’ve suggested they frame it.
He returns his gaze to Buck and wordlessly holds out his hand towards his new lover. Buck grins and raises from the armchair without hesitation, sketchpad gripped in his hand. As soon as Buck is in reach, Eddie reels him in, tugging Buck into place in front of the easel. His whole arm wraps around his middle, locking them together and he tucks his chin over Buck’s shoulder so they can look at the picture together.
“You amaze me Eddie,” Buck tells him softly. “Seeing how far you’ve come, and I’m not just talking about your drawing skills.”
Warmth blooms in Eddie’s chest at Buck’s words. “Thank you,” There’s nothing really else he can say. “Maybe I should try drawing something I can actually hang up on the wall next, like flowers, or a bowl of fruit.”
Buck hums in agreement. “This is just for us.”
Eddie pats Buck’s hip. “Alright, your turn.”
Buck lifts the sketchpad and props it up against the easel. “Ta da!”
Eddie stares at the drawing.
“Buck.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s just a stick figure with a cock and balls.”
“Well, we can’t both be talented at this,” Buck huffs.
“You’re an idiot.”
Buck turns in Eddie’s embrace. “Your idiot now, I guess.”
Eddie can hear the slight tremble of apprehension in his voice, like Buck expects Eddie to reject him now. How can he possibly make Buck understand that there’s nothing in this world that would make him reject Buck? He has him now, and he never plans on letting go.
Eddie retightens the embrace, wrapping his other arm around Buck, too. “I love you, too, by the way.”
Buck flushes. “You heard that.”
“Hard to miss, but you meant it, right?”
“I meant it.” He confirms.
“Good,” Eddie relaxes. “Me too.” He confirms, dragging Buck back in for a drawn-out kiss.
“Alright,” Buck starts as soon as they pull apart, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and if we’re going to have round two anytime soon, I need to replenish my energy levels with some carbs, so how about we order some food and hop in the shower whilst we wait for it to arrive?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Amazing, you get the shower running, I’ll order lunch.”
Eddie does as he’s told, reluctantly letting go of Buck only once Buck has kissed him again.
He’s halfway up the stairs when he sees Buck still standing in front of the easel, his head tilting to one side.
“What is it?”
Buck looks back at him with an expression so serious it has Eddie mildly concerned.
“You couldn’t have drawn my dick even a little bigger?”
Eddie’s eyes narrow. “I hate you.”
Buck grins and struts up the stairs towards Eddie, a little extra swagger in his step. Eddie feels hot all over again at the sight.
“No, you don’t.”