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Eddie groans for the fifth time in not even ten minutes. Buck looks over at him and notices him rubbing at his shoulder— the one he was one shot in. “What’s wrong?” He asks where he’s making tomato sauce for dinner later, wanting it ready ahead of time in case they’re called away.
They’re all on shift— except Bobby as he’s still home recovering from almost dying and being buried alive a couple weeks ago.
Hen is interim captain in his absence, Chimney returned to work recently, and Eddie’s been back in LA since Bobby’s funeral when they thought he died. Eddie decided that he needed to stay in LA because this is where his family is— the 118— and Chris was more than happy to move back too, though he had to stay in El Paso to finish off the school year but his grandparents are going to fly back with him at the start of summer and help get him re-settled in his home in LA.
Buck and Eddie have been living together for the past two weeks and Eddie hasn’t asked him to move or even made any move to find a different place to live so Buck just ignores it all for now too because he loves living with Eddie— and he loves Eddie but that’s something he can’t think about right now.
“Been having pain in my shoulder since that huge pileup a couple days ago,” Eddie answers, breaking Buck out of his own thoughts. He’s sitting on the couch facing the kitchen so he has a clear view of Buck cooking— and Ravi, the only one helping him.
“I could give you a massage when we get home,” Buck says before he can think of why that’s exactly a horrible decision, especially saying it like that out loud in front of their coworkers.
He notices a look from Ravi who then looks over at Chimney and Hen sitting on the opposite couch from Eddie. Great.
“You know how to give massages?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah,” Buck shrugs. “Took a couple courses back in the day— was a great way to seduce women.”
Buck looks back over at Eddie who’s got an unreadable expression on his face.
Chim adds before anyone can say anything, “Of course you’d take a course in that just to get women to sleep with you.”
“So your face and body couldn’t help you with that or?” Ravi also chimes in.
Buck blushes at Ravi’s compliment and looks back over at Eddie who now looks a bit upset. Huh.
“Well, yeah, but knowing how to use my hands is a great advantage,” Buck smirks as he answers Ravi, eyes never leaving Eddie.
Eddie’s cheeks get pink and Buck can’t help but wonder if he’s blushing because of what he said. Eddie groans again when he shifts, rubbing at his shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s it— I’ll fix that shoulder up for you later,” Buck tells him, no longer asking.
Eddie nods— his cheeks a bit brighter than they were before.
*
Eddie’s been on edge the entire shift. Yes his shoulder has been hurting for a few days but that’s not why he’s so on edge.
Buck stated that he’s going to massage him when they get home.
Hearing Buck mention it as their home will never not make his insides flip and his heart pound extra hard.
Making the decision to move back to LA permanently had something to do with Bobby dying— well they thought he died— but everything to do with needing to be with Buck and not leave his side again.
The thought of them all losing Bobby really put life into perspective for everyone and for Eddie, it meant being with the people who matter to him most and other than Christopher— who he now knows wants to be wherever he is— that person is Buck.
Holding Buck in his arms as he finally broke down about Bobby’s death, it broke Eddie’s heart and he knew that he would do anything and everything for the rest of his life to make sure that Buck never feels pain like that again— not if he can help it.
He knew at that moment that he’s in love with Buck and it goes way deeper than just platonic friendship love.
Every day that they have a shift together— which is the majority of the time— they take one car, Buck usually drives, seeing as they now live together and neither of them have addressed the possibility of moving out.
They get home fifteen past eight, having already eaten the pasta Buck had made before leaving for the day. These twelve hour shifts are usually worse than the twenty-four hour shifts because there isn’t really any time for any of them to get a nap in between calls like they can during an overnight shift.
Eddie’s tired and his shoulder is hurting even more than it did earlier and he really could use that massage Buck offered but he’s also worried about having Buck’s strong, calloused hands all over his body.
Eddie’s unconsciously rubbing at his shoulder when Buck turns around in the hallway and says, “Okay, bedroom— gonna fix that shoulder for you.”
Bedroom? Oh.
“Uh—“ he stutters but Buck’s already making his way.
Since Eddie moved back, he insisted he’d stay in Christopher’s room until he moves back. It’s been fine— Chris’s mattress isn’t great and probably hasn’t made his shoulder any better— who’s he kidding? It sucks. He wishes every night that he could crawl into bed beside Buck but he can’t do that.
Eddie finally moves, making his way towards the bedrooms and sees that Buck is in his room— Eddie’s old room— and has changed into sweatpants and a tank top. Fuck.
He notices a large towel placed along the base of the bed and another near it. He’s set up the bed for Eddie to lay on it to be massaged.
“You can strip down to your briefs or completely naked if you want and lay down on the towel on the bed on your stomach and put the other towel over you. I’ll give you a full body massage, really work those kinks out,” Buck tells him.
“You don’t have to,” Eddie starts to argue but it doesn’t work.
“Nonsense, you’re clearly in pain and I know Christopher’s bed hasn’t been helping, so let me just do this for you, okay?” Buck says, a soft smile on his face.
“Okay— but the floor is fine,” Eddie tries again. The bed just feels so intimate.
Buck scoffs, “With my bad leg and your shoulder and back issues? No. We’re too old for that— just get on the bed, Eddie.”
The stern voice makes Eddie’s dick twitch and he knows he’s not going to survive this massage.
Buck opens the bedside table lamp— to give the room a soft glow before he closes the overhead light and exits the room, closing the door behind him.
Eddie’s now alone in the dimly lit room and knows that soon enough Buck will come back in here and tell him to strip down again so he does as he was told. He gets completely naked, knowing that his briefs are much softer than the towel and that friction may be worse than just being nude. His clothes are tossed into the hamper before he lays down on the towel on the bed, face towards the door and feet dangling off the other side closer to the window. He puts the other towel over his lower half and closes his eyes, waiting for Buck.
He doesn’t open his eyes when he hears the door open softly and decides to keep them closed as much as possible.
He can hear movement in the room and hears the clicking of a lighter then the soft scents of Buck’s favorite candles. Lounge music starts playing softly out of a speaker that Buck must have connected to through Bluetooth before coming back into the room.
“Really going all out huh?” Eddie teases.
“Haven’t gotten to put my skills to use in a very long time so yes,” Buck tells him in a soft voice— really playing into the whole experience.
He opens his eyes and sees Buck making his way towards him. He smiles at him softly when they make eye contact and Eddie tries hard to not blush under his gaze.
“Lay your arms flat on the bed beside you,” Buck tells him so Eddie does as he’s told, turning his head to face the rest of the bed. He closes his eyes again— watching Buck is too much in his vulnerable state.
Every sound Buck makes feels heightened now that his eyes are closed and he’s using his other senses to seek him out.
“Are you comfortable?” Buck asks, he’s now standing right above him and Eddie’s heart beats a little faster.
“Mhmm,” he hums, not trusting the sound of his own voice right now.
“Okay, good,” Buck murmurs.
Eddie can hear the sound of a bottle opening and then the sound of Buck rubbing his hands together with what Eddie’s now realizing is oil.
Buck hovers above him and says softly, “I’m going to place my hands on your shoulders now,” before he slowly puts his slicked up but surprisingly warm, strong but soft hands on his shoulders.
Buck applies pressure as he starts moving his hands— kneading into Eddie’s shoulders but going a bit softer on the side where he had been shot that’s been giving him some problems recently.
“Let me know if you need me to adjust my pressure at any time,” Buck tells him softly.
“You can put more onto that shoulder,” Eddie tells him.
Buck takes the note and kneads his fists into his shoulder. He maneuvers between using his fists to massage to holding him with his fingers and digging in with his thumbs— every movement feels amazing.
Buck moves his hands down to his upper back and then moves to his arms. He takes his left arm in his hands and starts massaging his bicep and down to his forearm to his hand.
It feels so good— especially when he makes his way back up his arm and into his shoulder while holding his arm out. Eddie can’t help the slight whine that escapes his mouth.
Buck doesn’t say anything, just continues massaging his arm before moving to stand in front of him so he can work on his right arm. Eddie whimpers again and it’s a little louder. He feels so embarrassed but Buck doesn’t comment on it and he’s grateful for that.
Buck puts Eddie’s right arm back down carefully as it is the one that his shoulder has been acting up and then he can hear the bottle opening again and the sound of the oil being rubbed in between Buck’s hands. He comes back to stand on his side as he lowers the towel over him just above his ass and starts massaging his entire back.
Buck doesn’t hold back and Eddie gets lost in the feeling— all he can think about is the way Buck’s hands feel as they dig into his back, how strong they are, how soft they are when they run back up his back softly, the way he’s so gentle but so firm with him. Buck’s hands on him, the calming music, the nice scent of the candles in the room and how dimly lit it is, is all working against Eddie right now because he can feel his dick start to get hard the more he thinks about how good Buck’s hands feel on his back and wondering how good they must feel wrapped around his—
Eddie moans deeply when Buck digs into his lower back and his fingers dipping under the towel just a bit.
Buck giggles softly and says, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” teasing him.
“Shut up,” Eddie groans. His voice sounds so far gone even to his own ears.
“Told you I was good with my hands,” Buck says, smugly, as his hands work wonders on his lower back, ever so slightly dipping under the towel to the top of his ass.
“Yeah, yeah—” the sound cuts off with a moan as Buck really kneads his knuckles into a sore spot.
He can hear Buck mutter, “Jesus,” under his breath and he’s sure Buck didn’t mean for that to slip out.
Is he also getting turned on by this?
Up until they started, Eddie was wondering at what point does the massage become sexual for these women that Buck would massage to seduce and he saw that very quickly it can get really sexual with the way Buck’s hands work into his muscles.
He finds himself being brave even though he has no reason to be and says, “So at what point is it supposed to work?”
“Hmm?” Buck hums. “What do you mean?” he asks, his hands stilling for a moment on his back.
Eddie turns his head and looks up at him, finally opening his eyes in almost half an hour and seeing how good Buck looks after having worked on him for so long. “You said you’d massage these women to seduce them so just wondering at what point in the massage does that work for them?”
Buck smirks, digging his hands back into Eddie’s back and drawing out a low moan. “About as long as it took you to start moaning through this massage,” he teases.
Fuck.
Eddie doesn’t know what to say so he doesn’t say anything— he just turns his head back around and closes his eyes. He can hear Buck chuckle softly— smug bastard— and continues his massage.
After a couple minutes, Buck says, “I’m going to lift the towel higher so I can do your legs,” in warning before he lifts the towel from his legs but keeps just his ass covered.
Buck applies more oil to his hands then starts massaging the back of Eddie’s right thigh, digging his fingers in. Eddie can’t help the deep, low moan that escapes his lips when Buck’s fingers graze the inside of his thigh, a little too high up.
Buck works his hands down Eddie’s leg to massage his calves then his foot and then moves to the left leg to do the same.
Eddie’s so fucking hard, he can even feel precum leaking onto the towel beneath him. He knew this massage would be risky with Buck’s hands on his body but he didn’t expect him to be this good at massaging nor did he expect to get this hard over it.
Buck places Eddie’s left leg back down onto the bed and pulls the towel back down to cover his legs again, then says lowly, “You can now turn onto your back.”
Turn on his what now?
“Uh—” Eddie stutters out. “No, it’s okay,” he says, suspiciously.
“Eddie, this is all part of the process,” Buck tells him, trying to convince him. “Just turn over,” he adds a bit more sternly when Eddie doesn’t make a move to turn over.
He can’t just not turn over but when he does it’ll be very evident why he didn’t want to.
“Fuck it,” he mutters as he starts to turn over on the bed, making sure the towel covers his bottom half even though it won’t do much to conceal his raging hard on.
He looks down at himself when he’s on his back and yup— he sees his hard cock making a tent with the towel. He sighs, throwing his head back down and closing his eyes.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Buck tells him and Eddie wants to die. “Buck—” Eddie starts to protest but Buck cuts him off, “Eddie, look at me.”
Eddie reluctantly opens his eyes, looking up at Buck who is looking right at him, his eyes a darker shade of blue than they normally are.
Oh.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, I did say I was good with my hands,” Buck teases.
“Oh my God,” Eddie groans, throwing his arm over his face. “You’re the worst,” he says beneath his arm.
Buck laughs, pulling Eddie’s arm away from his face. As he does so, Eddie opens his eyes and sees Buck’s face a lot closer than he expected. Buck leans in, bringing his lips close to his ear and says, “I’m feeling the exact same way. All the noises you were making— those deep moans— fuck, Eddie.”
Buck lifts his head away from Eddie’s ear to look at him, his face really close to his, and Eddie does something he’s imagined doing a thousand times the past two weeks— he leans forward and presses his lips softly to Bucks.
Buck’s hand immediately comes to hold Eddie’s face as they deepen the kiss, their tongues moving against each other with perfect ease. Eddie moans deeply into the kiss and Buck bites at his bottom lip.
Buck pulls away enough to look into his eyes and says, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen.”
Eddie grins, reaching up to pull Buck back into a sloppy, messy kiss. He tries to pull Buck to join him on the bed but Buck resists, pulling away completely.
“Mmm,” he hums, as he pulls away. “I’m not done with your massage yet.”
Eddie cocks his eyebrow at him and waits.
Buck grabs more oil, rubbing his hands together and moves to stand behind Eddie’s head. Eddie looks up at him and sees Buck wink at him before Buck places his hands on Eddie’s chest and massages his pecks.
It feels so good and now that he knows Buck wants this as much as he does, he lets him know it.
“You’re so good at this, Buck,” he says, moaning softly. “Been hard the entire hour just thinking about how good those hands could work me open with how good they are at getting all the knots out of my body.”
“Jesus, Eddie,” Buck moans, his hands rubbing into his tits even harder. “Your body is like a work of hard, baby, been trying to keep it all inside the past hour but I’ve been hard and leaking the entire time.”
Baby.
Buck moves his hands down lower but staying where he is, leaning his body over Eddie so he can rub his hands down his chest to his stomach and back up.
Buck makes his way back to where he stood most of the past hour massaging him. He takes the towel that’s covering Eddie and removes it, tossing it to the floor, exposing Eddie’s naked, oiled up body and his hard, leaking cock.
“Fuck,” Buck moans at the sight of it, immediately taking it in his hand and looking at him. Eddie moans loudly as Buck wraps his slicked up hand around it, stroking him slowly up and down his length. “Yeah— you like that, baby?”
Buck twists his wrist at the head and Eddie’s back arches, moaning loudly. “Yes— fuck, yes, I like that. I like the way you call me baby too, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him, meeting his eye.
Buck blushes softly as he continues to stroke Eddie, eyes never leaving his. Buck leans forward and kisses Eddie again— it’s messy and all tongue and moans.
“I’m so close, Buck— been on edge for an hour,” Eddie tells him against his lips.
“Been unknowingly edging you for an hour,” Buck smirks. “That’s so hot.”
“Yeah but I’m also embarrassingly close to coming now that you’ve had your hand on my cock for two minutes,” Eddie says.
Buck bites his own bottom lip. “You’re so fucking hot, Eds. Need to see you come apart on my cock.”
“Fuck,” Eddie moans loudly, precum leaking out of his so much. “Please, Buck, I need you so bad.”
“Didn’t think you could get any hotter until now,” Buck says as he lets go of Eddie’s cock.
Eddie breathes heavily, trying to suppress the urge to come so that he can last during whatever Buck’s about to do to him next.
“Get higher on the bed and plant your feet on the mattress,” Buck tells him and Eddie immediately does as he’s told all while watching Buck strip down to nothing, and finally seeing his huge cock hard and leaking all for him.
Buck gets on the bed between Eddie’s open legs and leans over him. Eddie can feel Buck’s hard cock rub against his and he moans deeply into the kiss. Buck’s slicked up finger is circling his hole and as Buck shoves his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, he can feel Buck push his finger deep inside his tight hole.
Eddie moans loudly, his legs wrapping around Buck’s waist, pulling him in closer. Buck works his finger in and out of him slowly, getting him used to the feeling before adding a second finger.
“You’re so tight, fuck, baby,” Buck moans as he scissors his fingers inside of Eddie, stretching him open. “Have you ever tried this before or is this your first time for everything?”
“I tried it once in the shower like last week,” Eddie admits. “You had just come out of the shower and I saw you remove the towel and saw—” he moans deeply when Buck’s fingers crook inside of him.
“Saw what, baby?” Buck asks, rubbing his fingers over that sweet, sensitive spot inside of him.
“Saw your big cock before turning away and rushing into the shower so I could jerk off thinking about you and imagining your fingers inside of me just like they are now,” Eddie tells him honestly, no point in hiding anything now.
“God, Eddie,” Buck moans, slowly removing his fingers and lining his cock with Eddie’s hole. “I’ve wanted this for so long but suppressed it for so long because I thought I could never have this— could never have you.”
“You have me— all of me,” Eddie tells him, holding his face in his, looking him in the eyes. “I love you so much, Buck.”
Buck leans in and kisses him hard on the lips as he pushes the head of his cock inside of him. Eddie moans into the kiss until Buck bottoms out.
Buck pulls away just enough to say, “I love you too, Eddie, so much— you mean the world to me, baby.”
Buck starts thrusting in and out of him slowly, letting Eddie get adjusted to the feeling until Eddie feels like he’s close to the edge again. “Harder, baby, wanna feel you for days after this,” he tells him, nails digging into his ass as he grabs onto him hard.
“Fuck— sir, yes, sir,” Buck says before pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward. Eddie moans loudly, back arching off the bed and legs tightening around Buck’s waist. Buck continues to thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until he finds that spot inside him again and Eddie is a babbling, begging mess.
“Buck, please, fuuuuck, right there, sweetheart, don’t stop, please.”
Buck wraps his hand around Eddie’s cock trapped between them and strokes him a couple times, his mouth on Eddie’s neck and says right into his ear, “Come for me, baby.”
Eddie comes hard all over Buck’s fist and their chests as he moans Buck’s name loudly. Buck is right there with him, coming hard inside of him, his mouth on his neck.
Buck slowly pulls out of Eddie and plops down onto the mattress beside him. They’re both breathing heavily and look over at each other and smile, chuckling softly.
“That was the best massage I ever got,” Eddie teases. Buck chuckles, smacking Eddie’s chest. Eddie turns onto his side to look at Buck and says, “That was amazing, baby,” leaning in to kiss Buck’s cheek softly.
Buck smiles, turning his head to kiss Eddie softly on the lips. “It was perfect,” he says between kisses. He pulls back and adds, “Now let’s go get cleaned up and I’ll bake us some cookies.”
“How did I ever get this lucky?” Eddie asks, watching as Buck gets out of bed, making his way around to his side.
“Funny, I’m asking myself that same question,” Buck smirks, reaching his hand out to Eddie to take, which he does.
Buck pulls Eddie to his feet and hugs him tight even though they’re both sticky and gross and Eddie’s body is still super oily. He buries his face in Eddie’s neck and Eddie presses his head against Bucks.
They pull apart with soft smiles and Buck taking Eddie’s hand in his as he leads him to the washroom where they shower together, washing each other’s bodies before getting out and getting dressed in some comfortable clothing.
Eddie sits at the kitchen table watching Buck make cookie dough from scratch, stealing the spatula so he can eat the dough as Buck rolls them up into balls and puts them all on a baking tray and then into the oven.
Ten minutes later when the cookies are baked but still kinda raw— just the right amount— they take a plate full of cookies and something to drink and head right back to bed where they cuddle and talk about everything.
Eddie falls asleep that night curled up in bed with Buck just how he’s been dreaming of the past two weeks and he has the best night of sleep of his entire life.